Set during season 9
After a rather chaotic week at the firm, in which Donna and Harvey were forced to move their weekly date to Friday night, the time had finally come. They used to do it on Tuesdays or Wednesdays, to have something nice to do during the week, but this time they had no choice. The good thing is the next day they didn't have to get up early, so the date had extended beyond dinner and they were now in a bar near Donna's apartment where they will spend that weekend. Harvey had enjoyed his Macallan, while she had a Margarita, and although the atmosphere was nice and they were having fun, they had decided it was time to leave. They can have just as much fun, or even better, on their own.
"Can you wait for me for two minutes? I need to go to the bathroom."
Harvey snorts. "We are 5 minutes from your apartment."
"Putting up with the urge to go to the bathroom generates cellulitis."
He fondly slides his hand on her thigh. "You will be pretty, anyway."
She grins at him. "I'll go, anyway." She comes over to give him a kiss on his cheek and before he can respond, she gets up and goes to the bathroom.
While waiting, Harvey pulls enough money out of his wallet for the drinks and also a large tip, and leaves it on the table. Then he stands up to wait for his girlfriend in one corner of the place. He is too distracted in his own thoughts when he feels a hand on his back and he startles because somehow; he knows it wasn't Donna.
"Harvey Specter." A blonde woman tells him with a playful smile on her face. "I didn't see you around here for a long time ago."
He smiles with discomfort and moves his back a little, although the woman doesn't take her hand out of there. "Kathy... Hello." He says and scratches his forehead. "Yes, I haven't come here much lately."
"Let's seize the opportunity, then! Do you invite me for a drink?"
"I already had one."
"And since when does Harvey Specter have a single drink?"
He sighs with frustration and the woman rubs his back with her hand, hooking her free hand on his biceps. "I'm not alone." He moves away so that she stops touching him.
"Well, you know that the more we are, the better we can—" she insists, getting closer to him.
"No, you don't understand me." He walks away again. "I'm here with my girlfriend."
"You? With a girlfriend?" she laughs ironically.
"Yes, she's in the bathroom now."
"I can't believe you. If you don't want to be with me, just tell me... It's also not that you're that good in be—"
"Harvey, here I am." Donna approaches with a radiant smile and wraps his arm with her hands, making Harvey smile like a fool. He knows, from her expression, that she has heard and seen the whole situation. "Do you introduce us?"
"Leave it." The woman murmurs and leaves, and when she is far enough away, Donna laughs out loud and hides her face in the hollow of her boyfriend's neck, who is also laughing.
"You have saved me." He says, wrapping her in his arms.
"I've done it many times before..."
"Yes, but we were faking." He murmurs. "Now you are my girlfriend." He says with a smile and kisses her hair.
She smirks. "Never have you feared a woman so interested in you."
"They had never approached me since we're together… I'm not interested in anyone other than you, Donna."
She separates a little from him, with a huge smile on her face. "I know, I don't care about anyone other than you either... But that's been fun."
"Not a little jealousy?"
"Of what? Of how she wanted to rest her plastic tits on you?" she rolls her eyes, and he chuckles. "Or of her poorly dyed blonde hair?"
"Yes, it has made you jealous." He smirks.
She shrugs. "Only your girlfriend can rub your back, and I am your girlfriend." She says, with her hand on his back and her nails scraping gently as she knows he enjoys. He softly groans for the sensation and gives her a chaste kiss on her lips. "I want a better kiss."
"There are many people here."
"I want that idiot to see us!"
Harvey giggles and his arm clings to her waist and, with the other hand, fondly grabs her face, while she hugs him by the neck and their lips join in a kiss passionate enough to be noticed. They can blame the alcohol, anyway.
Suddenly, he stops kissing her and takes her hand, to run like a kid and make her run behind him, until they stop on the sidewalk and the two are laughing out loud, and in the middle of the laughter, they kiss again, with their bodies entangled.
"Home?" he murmurs against her lips.
She nods with a smile, and they walk down the street. Donna hooks to his arm with her hands and when they had already walked far enough from the bar, she breaks the silence. "Harvey…" she whispers, with her gaze nailed at him.
"What?" he also turns his head to look at her.
Donna comes closer to his ear and whispers. "You're really, really good in bed." Harvey's right eyebrow is raised involuntarily and his lips draw a proud smile. "And erase that idiot's smile. Better walk faster and show me how good you're in my bed tonight!"
"Don't doubt I will!" he responds and runs down the street, holding her hand and making her follow him too, both laughing.