Post-Canon
Inspired by a itcouldbedarvey tweet.
It's been over an hour and a half since Harvey got home from the office and he's completely bored. He's already checked the news and his email box, and also he looked twice at all the streaming service catalogs, finding nothing that excites him enough to watch it. He doesn't want to be one of those men who doesn't know what to do at home if his wife isn't there, but he thinks he's becoming one of those. A future no one could have imagined for Harvey Specter, not even himself.
So when he hears Donna coming home, he can't help but have a soft smile on his lips. Donna leaves her coat and handbag in the entryway and when he knows she's near the living room, he throws his head back against the back of the couch so he can look at her and his goofy face makes her smile.
"Hey..." she says softly, leaning forward to kiss him on his forehead.
"Hey..." his smile widens as he feels her lips on his forehead. "You enjoyed your coffee with Rachel?"
"Yes, I did." She answers him, walking away from him to go to the bedroom, but Harvey is faster than her and wraps around her legs, pulling her towards him. "Harvey!" she laughs, putting her hands behind her.
"I'm glad you enjoyed your time with your friend." He says and places a kiss on her abdomen, then rests his chin there and looks up, to find her warm hazel eyes watching him. "But I missed you." He tells her in a very sweet voice, pouting, one of his hands sliding down to her calf, the other one going up, reaching her butt.
Her facial expression softens immediately, tangling her fingers in his short hair. "We had breakfast and lunch together today, and also had morning sex. I just came home a little late."
He shrugs, pushing her more against him. "Is there any manual on how to miss or not miss your wife?"
She giggles. "No, there is not," she responds, stroking his ears softly.
"Good." He mutters and inhales her aroma with a deep breath.
"Just... Can I go to change my clothes? I'll come back soon, I promise."
He denies it with his head, tickling her softly with his nose, his fingers squeezing on the skin of her legs, making her purr. "No."
"Harvey," she snorts.
"No." He repeats. "Why do you think I haven't changed mine?" he says in a very sassy voice. The hand on her butt gets inside her dress and kneads her buttock, while the other caresses behind her knee, going up the inside of her thigh.
"You're insatiable, Specter." She hums, enjoying his hands working on her.
"Yeah, I'm guilty of it." He responds, causing her to fall lying on the couch. "I get bored when you're not here." He says, pouting again, after falling on her. "I'm not saying you wouldn't go out, but…" he shrugs. "I miss you when you're not here." He murmurs, rubbing her lips as he speaks.
She chuckles and strokes his cheek with her fingertips. "I miss you too, Harvey." She whispers, just before his lips are crushed against hers.
Harvey kisses her softly, quenching his thirst for her, and then settles on her, his cheek resting between her breasts and surrounding her with his arms. Donna also wraps him in her arms and both close their eyes, saying nothing for several minutes. Their breaths synchronize and let a sense of peace and relaxation envelop them.
"Yes, it's definitely much better to be doing nothing with you than to do it alone." He whispers, in a voice that is too hoarse.
She smiles against his forehead, and he kisses her chest. "Yes, this is pretty nice." She murmurs, dancing with her fingers on his nape. "But you were promising another thing, I guess."
He chuckles and raises to look at her. "Who is insatiable now, huh?"
Donna rolls her eyes. "Like you don't know what a few soft words as you stroke my legs do to me."
Harvey smirks mischievously. "You can't blame a man for knowing how to turn on his wife."
"But I can blame a man for turning up to his wife and then doing nothing about it."
"And who said I won't do anything about it?"
"You, lying on top of me as if you wanted to take a nap."
Harvey laughs and slides his hand down one of her legs, forcing her to spread it, to give him more access to her thigh. "You know very well that I'm a man of my word." He gasps, running over the skin of her thigh with his mischievous fingers.
Donna smiles at the sensation and closes her eyes for a moment, to enjoy it. "Now we're speaking the same language."
"Are we?" he hums, climbing a little higher with his hand while moving his body to the side so that he can reach her groin with his fingers.
"Oh, believe me. We are." She purrs, dropping her knee even further against the couch, enjoying the feelings that Harvey's fingers generate in her core.
"That's good, then." He grunts in her ear and before she can answer him, he nibbles her earlobe while posing his fingers in her slightly wet femininity. "As I said, a man of my word." He whispers in her ear, putting pressure on her with his hand.
She turns her head to find his face. "You always make coming home worthwhile." She murmurs and looks for his lips with hers, as she feels his fingers wanting to get into her underwear.