Post-Canon

It's Friday night and Harvey had told Donna that he would go out with Mike for a burger, so Rachel and Donna had made their own plans, and while the women had included some drinks, they certainly had been far less than what Harvey had drunk that night. Mike texted Donna and left Harvey in his house, where she was waiting, already in her pajamas and a silk robe. She thanked Mike for bringing him safely home and entered again, practically pushing her husband.

"Harvey, go in there!" she says firmly, holding the man from behind by his shoulders.

"Can I have another drink?" he stammers.

"Yes, of course." She rolls her eyes. "Walk, I will make you a coffee."

"No, I want a scotch!" he wants to sound firm, but he feels dizzy.

Donna pushes him harder until they manage to cross the threshold of the door, which she closes behind her. "Harvey Specter, I thought you didn't do these things anymore!" she says, looking at him from head to toe, completely misaligned and drunk. "Tomorrow you'll regret it so much." She can't avoid a giggle.

"Regret of what?" he's confused.

"The amount of alcohol you have in your system right now!" She responds and approaches him. "Let me take you off this." She says and unbuttons his shirt, hoping that his tie will be in the jacket pocket Mike handed to her.

"Oh, that's what you want?" he awkwardly surrounds her by the waist.

She laughs and wants to part from him. "You can't do anything now. Come on, help me!" she wants to continue with her task. "So you can take a shower while I make you some coffee."

"Shower together?"

She giggles. "Sure, man."

It takes her more than half an hour, but she gets it. Harvey takes a shower and drinks two cups of black coffee.

He's now in bed, lying on his stomach, in the same position he fell there, scattered into the entire bed and with his arm hugging one pillow. Donna tries to lie next to him, but the man isn't leaving her too much room. "Could you run your butt a bit from here? I'd like to sleep too." He just purrs and passes his arm over her, who is almost to fall from the mattress. He fits his head in her lap and just stays there. "Harvey..." she murmurs, stroking his wet hair. "We can't sleep like that."

"Look what happens to me when you let me out alone. I can't go anywhere without you without making a mess."

She smiles, a little because she finds it funny, but another little with tenderness. "We'll go together next time." She responds, still with her fingers caressing his hair.

"Promise?"

"Promise." She whispers and comes over to give him a kiss on his head. "But please move. I'm about to fall."

"But I wanna hug you." He complains.

Donna drags her nose into his damp hair with a smile and he purrs. "I'll let you hug me, okay?" she whispers and he nods.

Harvey wants to move, but his body is unresponsive. "Help me." He snores and Donna nods, gently moving him to his side of the bed, and since she immediately doesn't settle beside him, Harvey demands it. "You said I could hug you."

Donna chuckles tenderly and approaches him. "Can't you be two seconds without me?" she whispers after settling in front of him.

"No, I don't want to either." She grins. His arm slides over his wife and he wants to pass his leg in the middle of hers, but he's too clumsy and cannot do so.

"Harvey, wait." She chuckles, and it's she who passes her leg over his, while her arm also surrounds him, but he's still complaining. "Sh… I'm here." She whispers and gives him a kiss.

"Don't go." He whispers, arranging his head on her chest, forcing Donna to fall on her back in order to hold his weight.

"I didn't know the drunkenness made you so soft." She giggles against his head, while one of her hands drags her fingers on his nape and the other on his back. Harvey hugs her tighter, but he can't control the strength. "Harvey..." she says, disguising her annoyance with a cough. "Not so tight, please."

Harvey sighs and squeezes his forehead against her chest, his nose sunk between her breasts. "No." He murmurs and hugs her even harder.

"Harvey... I need to breathe." Harvey snorts and lets go of his grip a bit. "That's better."

"It would be even better if..." he murmurs against her skin, and it takes her less than a thousandth of a second to interpret it.

"Harvey, you can't do anything like that."

"But I miss you." He mumbles, his hand rubbing the side of her body under the silk of her pajamas.

"You can fall asleep here if you like."

"I'm not talking about that."

"I know, but you're really drunk. This won't go well." Her hands still caressing him fondly.

"Tomorrow?"

"If you don't have a hangover, we'll have sex tomorrow."

"Ok," he responds, with a bit of disappointment in his voice. "I'll have no hangover."

"Of course, a person over the age of 50 has become drunk, drinking up to the water of the vases, and won't have a hangover the next day."

"You're not much younger than me."

"That's why I moderate my alcohol consumption, you idiot." She says and hits him with her heel on his leg.

"Ouch!"

"Stop telling me I'm old!"

"You said it first!" Harvey snorts and turns to give her his back.

"An old man who behaves like a kid." She says as she hugs him and rests her cheek on his back. "I love you, old man."

Harvey wants to hold a laugh, but his drunkenness prevents him. "I love you too, old lady."

"Well… Retreat that tomorrow you will be able to…" she growls. Harvey turns and they stand in front of each other, their noses collide and they smirk. He wants to talk, but she prevents him. "Say nothing more. Just hug me and try to sleep." Harvey nods because he's having too much trouble following the conversation and they curl up in each other.

The excess of drinks makes Harvey fall asleep within minutes, and she carefully moves him, because he's crushing her, after nearly half an hour of pampering him, even if he was already asleep, and settles to fall asleep next to him.

Even asleep, he passes his arm above her abdomen and she smiles with her eyes closed. This time she doesn't move him, just enjoys being in contact with him while she falls asleep.