Post-Canon

It's Saturday, about 9 in the morning when Harvey wakes up, feeling the sunlight right in his eyes and his body numb since someone literally entangled him in the body of his wife, who seemed to sleep peacefully. She is in a better position than him. As Harvey moves, as carefully as he can, Donna turns and falls onto her back, bringing one of her arms over her head, giving Harvey a glorious view of her bare breasts: as white as milk, decorated with several handfuls of freckles, her soft pink nipples getting all the attention. He also finds a mark he left the night before on her left breast, a few inches below her nipple, which makes him smile to himself.

Unable to resist it, he lowers the covers a little more so he can see further: Donna has one of her legs bent, with her foot against her knee, her hips slightly open, making him swallow dry and he can't contain the desire he feels to run his fingers through her pubic hair, without even touching her skin, and that's what he does, his fingers trail softly from bottom to top, feeling a slight tingling at his fingertips.

"I don't know what you're trying to do, but there's no way I'm not hating you right now for waking me up." She grunts in a very sleepy voice.

Harvey smiles, feeling guilty (he knows how much she loves being able to sleep later on the weekends), and kisses the side of her head. "Sorry, it's just kind of hard to resist having you naked next to me."

"Hmm? And who made me fall asleep naked?" she keeps talking, her voice still sleepy and her eyes still closed.

"Me."

"Exactly. And you won't be the one to blame for me not sleeping right now." She grunts and turns her back on him, curling up into her and hugging her pillow.

"Hey…" he murmurs and gives her a wet kiss between her shoulder blades. "Just... Can you come over? I promise I'll let you sleep, but I need something to entertain myself while I wait for you to wake up again."

Donna giggles. "Aren't you going to run?"

"And miss the opportunity of morning sex with you? There's no way."

"I've already told you it won't happen."

"Not now, but I'm not giving up hope in a couple of hours," he says, trailing his fingers down her shoulders.

Donna giggles again. "You're tireless."

"It's not my fault that you turned me on so much." He murmurs in her ear as he wraps her body against hers, shaping his body to hers.

"Harvey, seriously. I wanna sleep a while longer."

"I know. I'm just asking you to sleep on top of me." Donna growls something incomprehensible as she rolls over to him, letting him guide her until she's lying on his body. He opens his legs slightly, and she lies with her stomach on him, her hands lightly wrapping his neck, feeling his masculinity soft against her abdomen, while her breasts are crushed on him. "Are you okay like this?" Harvey murmurs while combing her hair on her back and smooching softly on her forehead.

"Hmm…" she nods, with a slight smile on her lips. That he woke her up and made her move had made her hate him for a moment, but after a few seconds of being on top of him, she knew it was worth it.

The morning sun covers her almost completely, filling her with a pleasant and warm feeling from head to toe, and as always, when their bodies are glued, their breaths find a way to synchronize, their bodies inflating and deflating at the same time, completely relaxing her.

While one of Harvey's hands is still on her back, the other slowly goes up and down, from the point where her buttocks meet, following her spine's path with his fingertips, to get back down the same place, his hand following the curves of her ass, generating a tickle that makes her smile and he starts again.

Being entangled with him fills her with calm every time it happens, but when it happens to be completely naked, the extra amount of intimacy makes her body relax in a way she has never felt before. She feels her breathing slow down while feeling a pleasant tickle in her skin, not being able to think of anything else, anything else than Harvey's body glued to hers, in him holding her with his body and with his heart, in the sensation of feeling him breathe, of feeling the beating of his heart, of feeling him alive under her and deciding to spend his time with her. That he would have chosen to spend his time with her and make her feel loved each day feels like an immense gift to her, no matter how much time passes.

All these thoughts and feelings invade Donna, amid the relaxation that is leading her to fall asleep again when she feels Harvey's mischievous fingers caressing the side of her breast, and although she wants to curse him, she can't help but laugh. He knows that this will happen.

"Harvey!" she grunts.

He giggles. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I can't avoid it."

"I was falling asleep again." She complains, wanting to move from above him.

"No, no, please." He begs, wrapping her with his whole body. "I'll let you sleep, I promise you."

"I'll be here, just if you do this thing on my back again."

He chuckles and kisses her forehead. "It relaxes you?"

"Why do you ask things you already know the answer to? I wanna sleep, Harvey!" she says and settles back to him, who moves his hand again from her back to her butt, even more delicately and softly than a few seconds ago.

"You can sleep, I got you." He whispers, entangling his free hand in her hair.
She nods, rubbing her nose on his neck. "I know."

After a few minutes, Donna falls asleep and Harvey will stay there as long as necessary so she can rest a little longer, thinking about how his life has changed so much in the last year, how before he would never have sacrificed his time for anyone, and how now he could spend hours, just taking care of the woman he loves sleeping on top of his body. How before the only way he would have spent his time with a naked woman would have been fucking her, and how now he loves to share this intimacy with her. It's true that he thinks of making love to her every time he sees her naked, but it's also true that this intimacy widens his heart.

Thinking how now, he wants to devote all the time he never wanted to devote to anyone, just to the woman who sleeps peacefully on him.