Post-Canon
"Harvey Specter, come here right now!" Donna yells from her dressing room, her voice clearly angry.
He snorts when he listens to her, moving over and trying to remember, to find out in his mind, what he might have done to make her upset. But they certainly had a relaxing weekend and he can see no reason for Donna to be mad at him. And he's even more confused when he finds her in her underwear. If she's trying to punish him, that's definitely not the way. She is standing, wearing a lace dark green set of lingerie, facing a mirror and he almost instinctively looks down at her butt. "What have I done now?" he asks, with a complaining tone that makes him sound like a little kid.
"You don't know how to control yourself." She snores, looking at him through the mirror, and she has to suppress a laugh when she sees how he frowns. "You know where I should go before the office today, right?"
Harvey scratches his nape, increasingly confused. "Yes, to the doctor."
"Exact." Donna exhales in frustration and turns to face him. "Can you tell me how I explain this to the person doing the mammogram?" she asks, unhooking the straps of her bra to expose her breasts to his view. Harvey had left hickeys on each one. She has a dark red suck on the outer side of her left breast, and another one just above her nipple on her right breast, and his teeth also have left marks. Her skin is so white and sensitive that whatever Harvey does there leaves a mark. And it's not that Donna didn't enjoy it, quite the opposite, but she had asked him to please be a little less passionate on Saturday night.
"Tell that person you have a very passionate husband and that he loves you a lot. It's not the first time that person will see something like this." He responds, walking towards her, landing with his hands on the sides of her hips.
"But Harvey–" she snores. "I'm not a teenager anymore, you know?"
Harvey raises his hands on the sides of her body until he wraps her breasts from the outside to the inside. "That you aren't a teenager doesn't mean that you're not sexy as hell... And what can I say?" he shrugs, as he squeezes her breasts. "You make me do these kinds of things." He shrugs again, distractedly moving his thumbs over her soft nipples.
"I don't know whether to hit you or kiss you."
"Hmm... You know that a kiss and a gentle tap in some places can work very well. So, you can do both." He says, bringing his lips closer to hers.
"You're definitely an idiot." She responds, with a goofy smile against his lips.
"Yeah, I know that." He nods as he joins his lips with hers.
"But, really," she sighs, frustrated. "Wouldn't you find it uncomfortable for someone to see the hickeys you left there?"
"I find it uncomfortable for anyone other than me to see your boobs." He snores against her lips, squeezing her breasts between his hands as she rolls her eyes. "Because we both know that they're mine." She laughs, and she surrounds him by the neck, causing him to release her breasts, adjust her bra and wrap her around the waist, squeezing her against his body. "Does that exam hurt you?"
"It's somewhat uncomfortable. It can hurt a bit."
"Then take these marks as a reminder that your boobs will have someone at home who loves them and will always treat them with love."
Donna can't help but laugh, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. "You make me hurt sometimes, too."
"Oh, come on, like you don't like it." He laughs, lowering his hands to her butt, unable not to look at the image in the mirror, resting his chin on her shoulder. He's wearing a gray three-piece suit, and she's in her underwear. Fucking hot.
"Well, just as I know where you like to tap, you know very well what to do with my nipples,"
Harvey smirks mischievously against her temple, then kisses her there. "Can you turn your head a bit and look in the mirror?"
Donna does so and a soft snore escapes her lips. "We're looking hot, huh?"
"We're hot." He answers in her ear, squeezing her butt with her hands.
Donna hums at the feeling. "I can't be late."
"I know." He responds and kisses her cheek as he lets go of her and they pull apart a bit. "I hope it doesn't hurt too much. Tonight I promise to give you love again," Harvey says, looking down at her breasts, and then he kisses each one. Donna giggles and entangles her fingers in his nape's hair. "Hey, I can come into the office later today. Do you want me to go with you?" he asks, stroking her arms with her hands. "I know you get nervous when you have these exams." Donna smiles sheepishly and nods. "And besides, if you need to explain those hickeys, you can come to find me. I'll explain them with pleasure." He says and makes her laugh.
"I love you, even if you mark my breasts like that and you will surely embarrass me."
Harvey smiles at her and places a tender kiss on her lips. "I love you too." He kisses her again. "I love you, and your boobs." Donna laughs again. "I'll wait for you then," he says, walking away.
"No, wait. Help me zip up the dress." Harvey smiles enthusiastically because he loves doing it and kissing her back while he does it.
Harvey accompanies Donna to her exam and is glad he could come with her and hold her hand while they wait for her to be called, and make silly jokes to make her laugh because she always gets too nervous in all her medical exams. And he's even more glad when his wife tells him that the technique that made her the mammogram saw everything normal. She will still need to take the exam to her gynecologist, but certainly, those words have reassured her.
They go out of the building, grabbing hands, and Harvey gently pulls her to slow down. "Did she has been said anything about the hickeys?"
She giggles. "No, but she was looking at them."
He smiles proudly and surrounds her by the shoulders on her side, to continue walking. "Tonight they will have a prize for being healthy."
She chuckles, looking for his hand on her shoulder with her hand, and turns her head to kiss his jaw. "Thank you for coming with me."
He smiles against her hair. "Always, Donna." He murmurs and kisses her there.