Post-Canon
Inspired by a paltrowrafferty's tweet and thank you to mmooresrafferty for all the amazing ideas for this one :)
Donna, Harvey, Mike, and Rachel had dined at Donna and Harvey's house that night and were now in the living room, the couples sitting opposite each other on the couches. The drinks they have drunk have been more than their bodies can endure without losing their regular function, and when Donna wants to go to the bathroom, she realizes she won't be able to walk with her heels without falling, by which she awkwardly takes them off with her own feet and then stands up with difficulty, clutching the couch like an old lady.
"Are you sure you can get to the bathroom by yourself?" Harvey asks, trying not to laugh.
"Shut up!" she snorts at him, and turns awkwardly on her feet to head to the bathroom. Damn, she's sure the walls of her house have never turned as much as they did that night.
But somehow she succeeds and a few minutes later, she rejoins her husband and her friends who are still in the living room. Harvey is making new drinks -which they probably shouldn't drink- and she approaches him, still with a somewhat clumsy step.
They rarely kiss in public, but the alcohol running through her system completely loosens her inhibitions and feels the urge to kiss her husband. So, she surrounds him by the neck with her arms and she wants to go up on her toes to reach his lips. But she hadn't thought that moving a few more inches away from the ground would make her lose her balance.
"Hey, hey..." Harvey chuckles, holding her by the waist. While he has also drunk more than he should, he is a little soberer than she is. "What do you want to do?"
"Kiss you." She murmurs and her voice sounds like a kid's who wants candy. "But I can't catch up with you." She pouts, and he grins like an idiot.
Rachel and Mike, who are too attentive to the interaction between their friends, must cover their mouths with their hands so as not to laugh at the redhead's drunkenness. Harvey presses his lips on each other to avoid laughing as well.
"Don't worry, I got you." He whispers, rubbing her back with his palms, while their friends mock them. Harvey decides not to pay attention to them and gives his wife a few soft kisses on her lips, leaning over her. "This happens when you have a husband taller than you…" he says, raising his eyebrow, his voice low and sensual. "In every way." He whispers, and the eyes of their friends double their size and they must endure another laugh.
"So... are you well-endowed, Specter?" Mike asks, even if he knows, raising his arm and clenching his fist.
"Uh… Interesting, but you say it's better when I'm on top of you." Donna responds quickly. No amount of alcohol can erase her quick ability with words.
"Oh yes? How would that be, Harvey?" Rachel asks, and that's the moment when Donna remembers they weren't alone and wishes she had bitten her tongue before speaking.
"Why do you seem surprised?" Donna murmurs to her best friend, heading to the couch again.
"Excuse me? What does Rachel know?" Harvey asks.
"Just a little, don't worry," Donna responds, sitting on the couch, putting her legs under her.
"And you know something about me?" Mike asks curiously.
"Well…" she raises her eyebrows. "I know you also have something really good down there."
"Donna, I'll kill you!" Rachel complains. "We had that conversation too many years ago, Mike." She quickly defends herself, but her husband doesn't seem so convinced.
"And you've had a similar conversation with her about me…?" Harvey asks, sitting next to his wife, after offering new drinks to his friends. Donna shrugs, acting distracted. "Donna…"
"C'mon Harvey, are you going to tell me you guys don't talk about sex?" Rachel asks, seeking to defend her friend.
"Yes, but never in so much detail." Harvey quickly defends himself.
"Harvey…" the redhead giggles. "Take advantage of being drunk and admit it."
"I don't, Donna."
"Harvey... I've heard you talk more than enough about sex for so many years." She wants to sound serious, but she doesn't know if she succeeds. Her mind is so confused right now.
"No, wait…" Mike asks for the floor. "We talk about sex, of course, we do. And it's true that Harvey has boasted a lot about sex in the past… sometimes I felt like to shut up him with a blow on his face." Everyone laughs, except Harvey, who rolls his eyes. "But not with you, Donna. I mean, I know you have a pretty good sex life. He has no complaints." She smiles proud of herself, snuggling up even more against him. "But he has never told me details," Mike adds, as Harvey strokes his wife's back and kisses her head. "I swear you have turned him into a completely stupid man in love."
"Weren't you defending me?" Harvey grunts.
"It's the truth..." Mike shrugs. Donna smirks and kisses his neck. "We are two men devoted to their wives."
"I like you to speak in the plural," Rachel adds.
"I accept it," Mike responds. "And Harvey, you've changed a lot. Before you told me all your crap in detail, and now you're a man who blushes when he talks about sex and just wants to take care of his wife's intimacy." Donna cannot help but grin and hug him tighter.
"What will the women you've slept with in New York think about this new Harvey Specter?" Rachel mocks him.
"Nothing, I'm still a rough man," Harvey murmurs, his cheeks blushing and wishing to be swallowed by the ground.
Donna giggles. " Who do you wanna fool, baby?" she babbles. "You are always so sweet and careful with me."
"Baby?" Mike laughs out loud. "The original Harvey Specter has died."
"Must I remind you that you told me, honey last night during sex? "Or that the first time almost c–?"
Mike interrupts his wife. "Shut up!"
"Thanks, Rachel, I appreciate this material for making fun of the puppy forever," Harvey says.
"You're so welcome, Harvey." She winks at him.
"I want the divorce," Mike murmurs.
"Sure, honey," Rachel responds and kisses his cheek.
Taking advantage of Mike and Rachel's distraction, Harvey smiles against Donna's hair and gives her a sweet kiss there. "You know that with you, it has always been different." He murmurs so low that his friends don't finish understanding what he says. She nods with a smile and hugs him with all her strength, which isn't too much now.
"I also have nothing to complain about our sex life, and I promise you, Rachel doesn't know too much. Just one day, we made a Cosmopolitan quiz during lunch." She murmurs, her eyes closed, enjoying being in her husband's arms. "Neither anything to claim in the other aspects of the relationship... I like you to be that soft and sweet with me." Mike covers his face with his hands to endure the laughter, and Rachel kicks him. He's like a kid, for God's sake! "You always care about how I feel and do everything to make me feel better if I need to. And that makes me feel safe and loved." Alcohol was making her talk about more than she should, no doubt. Donna would never have said that in front of anyone other than Harvey, but now there wasn't a way back.
"Oh, Harvey Specter is a care bear." Mike teases him, making a heart with his fingers.
"Can you let my friend be happy?" Rachel snorts.
"Anything to claim?"
"Yes, you're not hugging me like Harvey to Donna." Mike chuckles and hugs her against him.
"You also are a care bear, so shut up!" Rachel murmurs.
Mike grins because he is. "Better now?" Rachel nods with a smile and hugs him tighter.
"I don't care what any woman thinks except you," Harvey murmurs in Donna's ear and she smiles, nodding, fighting with her tears. "Hey... you are crying?"
"Don't make fun of me. I drank a lot... and what Mike said." She sobs.
"I don't make fun of you. I hug you." He murmurs and kisses her forehead. "But I guess tomorrow we'll both regret everything we have said in front of these two idiots who keep laughing at us.
"Oh, I know. But it'll be tomorrow's problem, along with the hangover I'll have." She whispers. "Just don't let go of me now."
"Never." He murmurs and arranges her hair.
"You're disgusting, Specter!" Mike says, and Harvey shrugs, hugging his wife tighter.
"You don't look much different from me right now." He responds and throws a cushion to his head. "And you are in my house, so behave or I kick you to leave."
"You ask me to behave? Throwing a pillow away?" he responds, throwing the cushion to him, but it hits Donna, who tries to return it, but the alcohol still holds her prisoner and almost breaks a lamp.
"Ouchhhh!" she laments. "I better stay here." She babbles and they giggle. Harvey cradles her affectionately against him and Donna falls asleep within minutes in her husband's arms.
Later, he takes Donna to bed, takes off her clothes carefully, puts on her pajamas, and wraps her in the blankets. Then he lies next to her and lets her snuggle up against him, even though he feels his body numbing in that position. He doesn't care. He loves to be like that with her. He had clearly become a softie who always takes care of his wife. But he's proud of it and he truly loves that small difference in height that allows him to take care of her from the world between his arms.
I don't know how it happened, but this is chapter 50 of this series. Wow! thank you for reading it :)