Post-Canon

Inspired by a itcouldbedarvey tweet.

They had landed in New York late the night before and had fallen asleep in their underwear at Harvey's condo. They still keep it. They were so tired that they didn't unpack their suitcases. Harvey had woken up over an hour ago and hadn't resisted waking his wife with kisses on her neck and caresses on her thighs, lazily making love to her once she woke up and agreed. Then they got up to go to the bathroom. Harvey reached into the suitcase for his sweatpants and Donna didn't even bother looking for anything of hers, just took the shirt he had taken off the night before and put it on.

"My condo and you wearing my shirt do so many things on me," he growls from the bed, watching her approach.

She giggles and sits down next to him. "You just made love to me. Relax now please."

"And what am I supposed to do then?" he pouts.

"Enjoy the views." He grins mischievously and his gaze drops to his wife's breasts. She hasn't buttoned up the shirt too much and there's certainly too much visible for Harvey. She laughs. "I meant the view of New York. You always say you miss it."

"I find this one so much more fun." He murmurs, trailing his index between her breasts, sending a soft shiver through her body.

"You're a fool," she says, chuckling.

"Excuse me? I have this view from any city in the world. I'm not a fool." He defends himself, with all his attention on a mole Donna has on her left breast, one that he particularly enjoys sucking and licking.

She rolls her eyes but also smiles. "And all the years you've missed this view because you couldn't put your shit together?"

He frowns. "And who told you that I missed it during that time? Many of your dresses have given me a more than a pleasant view."

"Yeah, I know that, you weren't very discreet looking."

He laughs. "Will you tell me that you never thought that I was going to look at you when you chose which dress to wear?"

She smirks mischievously. "Maybe..." she replies, letting him hesitate and pulling her fingers through his hair. "You also gave me splendid views." She adds, trailing her fingers down the middle of his chest, to his abs, causing Harvey to snore softly. "Throughout the years, my dresses have allowed you to see a lot more than your suits have allowed me to see. You had pretty much an advantage."

"That has never stopped you from looking at me." He says and she laughs, nodding, admitting guilt.

"Either way, I prefer the views I have now." She murmurs, wrapping her hand around his nape to place a lazy kiss on his lips.

"Yeah, we agree on that." He responds, brushing her lips with his, squeezing lovingly into the sides of her body.

"Do we also agree that we miss the New York views?" she asks, playing with his nape hair between her fingers.

"Hmm…" he purrs, pulling his head back against her hand. "Enjoy them for yourself." He responds, turning his head to Donna's arm, to kiss her skin.

"And what will you do?" she asks, confused.

He doesn't answer, just settles on the bed, lying on his stomach with his head in her lap. He places Donna's hand on his head and encircles her body lightly with his arms. "This."

She giggles softly, tangling her hands through his hair. "I'd have thought twice about waiting for you so long if I had known how addicted you were to hair pampering."

He laughs. "We were meant to be together."

"Do you really think we were?" she asks, nuzzling behind his ear.

He shrinks his shoulders. "I'm not a man who believes in such things, but I can't think of another way to describe it. I mean, we spent 13 years trying other people, while we couldn't stay more than 10 feet apart from each other."

She smirks. "More distance would have prevented us from enjoying the views."

"You're right." He murmurs and kisses her leg.

"I'm always right. Never forget it." She says and before he can respond, she gently presses the two little holes on the back of his neck, knowing that it will make him purr and keep him quiet. He shifts a little, looking for a more comfortable position, and lets himself be enveloped by the sensation, some rays of sunlight enter through the glass, warming his back, while his wife's fingers skilfully move through his hair, taking him to a state of semi-consciousness that completely relaxes him. Donna, for her part, loses herself enjoying the small details that the view of New York offers her, while she pampers her husband. "Are you falling asleep again?" she mutters after a few minutes.

"We'll see Louis after 3 months. I need energy."

She laughs. "Get some sleep then." He smirks and tightens his hold on her a bit.

"You're the only view I'm interested in having for the rest of my life." He hums, almost asleep, after several minutes.

She smiles, massaging his scalp. "You're lucky because you'll have me around for the rest of your life." She murmurs and feels him smile against his thigh. "But stop stalking and get some sleep, Harvey," she says, giggling.

"Come with me." He purrs.

"I'm here." She whispers in response.

"No," he whines like a child. "With me." He repeats and gently tugs at her so that she lies down facing him. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her as close as he can to him, as she draws her leg up over his hips and her hand wraps around his neck, finding his hair again. "Exactly like that."

She grins and places a kiss on his forehead. "This is the best view in the world." She murmurs, watching his sleepy and squinted eyes, lowering to his lips when he smiles, as she softly strokes the side of his face with the back of her fingers.

"We agree on that as well." He mutters, lost in her hazel eyes and the freckles on her nose.

She smiles at him so that he lowers his gaze to her lips and presses her lips against his. "I love you, Harvey," she whispers, closing her eyes and letting herself fall completely onto the mattress.

He smiles softly and trails his fingers over her jaw. "I love you, Donna," he murmurs and also closes his eyes, allowing himself to be overcome by the relaxation and the desire to sleep that invades him.