Set during season 9
They have spent 47 nights sleeping together and are already knowing each other's habits in depth. He knows Donna likes to drink herbal tea before bedtime, while she knows Harvey prefers a scotch. Harvey now knows that Donna likes to sleep covered with lots of blankets and Donna knows Harvey hates even having a thin sheet on top of him, no matter the weather. She moves too much in bed and he wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in. Donna loves to read before bed if he doesn't distract her with sex, and Harvey doesn't stand the light on. But despite the differences, they're finally finding some balance.
That night, they're in bed, the darkness and warmth of their bodies trapped under the blankets surround them (because she has won the blankets battle this time). Donna is lying on her back, in a pale pink silk nightdress, and Harvey is lying on his stomach, wearing only underwear, as close to her as he can be. His arm passes over her and his hand holds one of her breasts gently.
"Harvey..." she murmurs, turning her head towards him, and his hair tickles her nose.
"Hmm?" he purrs, getting even closer to her, and she feels his breath crashing into the side of her neck.
"Can I ask you something?" he nods. "Is it necessary for you to fall asleep by grabbing my boob?
"Yes, it is." He says as seriously as he can be and Donna giggles. "What?" he whispers.
"You have sounded more serious than in a trial." She giggles again, her fingertips dancing on his bare back.
"Yes, because it's a state issue."
Donna giggles again. "You're an idiot."
"If it bothers you, I can–" he murmurs, lowering his hand.
She grins and interrupts him. "No, it doesn't bother me." She responds and gives him a kiss on his forehead, feels him smile against her neck and his hand grabs her breast again. "I'm just struck because you do it almost every night."
Harvey chuckles, a little embarrassed, and gives her a kiss on her neck. "It's that–" he pauses and lowers his tone of voice. "I like to feel close to you."
"And coincidentally you choose to touch my boob instead of, I don't know, hugging me?"
"I'm hugging you and putting my hand where it's most comfortable for me."
Donna giggles again. "I also like to feel close to you… and put my hand where it's comfortable for me." She lowers her hand and reaches for his butt, which makes him chuckle.
"That's nice." He purrs, his hand gently massaging her breast.
"That's nice too." She hums and Harvey quickly gets too excited, kneading her breast as he knows she enjoys it, causing her to release a soft moan from her lips. "Harvey... it doesn't bother me you do it. I even like it. But don't overdo it. We need to sleep."
"Do we need?" he whispers in her ear and gives her a kiss just below her ear, while his index finger draws the outline of her nipple.
"We need." She purrs and squeezes his butt. "We've done enough for today."
"What if I never have enough of you?"
She smirks. "We'll have all our lives to figure it out."
He snorts. "Ok, but I won't take my hand out of here." He squeezes her boob.
"It's nice either way." She loves knowing that Harvey needs her nearby, and his hand there is a pleasurable feeling and floods her with peace. "Rest." She murmurs.
"You too." He murmurs and kisses her neck again. "I love you."
She smiles against his hair and lets herself be flooded with his scent. "I love you too."
The two of them sigh at the same time and hug tighter for a few seconds until they loosen their grip, without moving away, and fall asleep after a while. The next morning, Donna's body position will have changed, but his hand will be wrapping one of her breasts when the alarm interrupts the sleep of both.