Harvey invites Donna to the movies on a Wednesday. They'll probably have dinner in some unglamorous bar afterward and head home. Harvey expects to have sex and Donna intends to give it to him, but she wants him to push himself a bit with this impromptu romantic date first.

When they come back home from the office, they share a quick coffee standing in the kitchen, telling each other what their workdays have been like, and head to their bedroom together. While Donna is deciding what clothes to wear, Harvey not only decides what to wear but also changes his clothes.
Donna finally decides on black pants and an emerald green shirt, with low heels and a black jacket. She also looks for another bra, more comfortable than the one she wore with the dress she wore to the office, and with all the clothes in hand, she enters the bathroom.
The bathroom in the room is the largest in the entire house and is divided into 2 parts. The front part, with a double sink and an enormous mirror, and the back part, where the toilet and the vast bathtub are. Harvey is brushing his teeth in the front, and Donna enters the back, sets her clothes aside, pees, and goes out to wash her hands. Harvey hugs her from behind and kisses her cheek, and he enjoys seeing her smile in her mirror. When she turns for the towel, she kisses him and heads back to the back part of the bathroom.

"Are you done here? I need to change." Donna asks, clearly intending to annoy him, but tries not to let him notice.

"So?" he shrugs. "Change, go ahead."

"Harvey," she snorts, rolling her eyes. "I want some privacy. Please."

"No." He shakes his head, completely serious, and walks slowly toward her.

Donna sighs heavily. "Then turn around."

"Okay, I can turn around," he responds and spins on his axis, making a complete turn, until he is completely in front of her again.

"Harvey!" she swallows a laugh.

"What?" he grins.

"You can't look at me while I'm changing!"

"Can't I watch you while you're changing?"

"No. Just close your eyes or something!"

"Donna, I'm not your boyfriend, not one you've ever had."

"So?"

"I've earned this. I'm your husband. All of that…" he says, pointing to Donna up and down with his index finger. "Is mine." Donna can't help but laugh. "And all this…" he adds, pointing to himself this time. "It's yours." Donna laughs again. "So, yeah. I can watch you change. And you can watch me change as well."

"C'mon, Harvey!"

"Honestly…" he continues with his thoughts, walking towards her. "I wanna see you in 4K, so I'll be a little closer." He adds, leaning against the door frame.

"Stop, Harvey!" She keeps laughing. "I'm closing the door right now!"

"No, you won't". He gently kicks the door before it closes.

"Harvey!"

"What?"

She sighs, softly closing the door, her hand on the knob. "Just... You're too pushy."

"I know." He answers, slipping through the gap left open in the door as she's closing it. "Yes, I'll see better from here." He says, proudly. "Every one of your freckles." He smiles at her and is so cute when he does that he softens up to Donna.

"You're a fool. I can't even joke on you!" she snorts, waving her arms in frustration. Harvey smiles tenderly, one of those smiles that reaches his eyes and makes Donna fall more in love every day. He grabs her by her cheeks, making her lips form an adorable shape that he kisses lovingly. "So… You're staying here?"

"Of course." He responds, kisses her one more time, and sits on the closed toilet. "Just do your thing. I won't bother you." Donna bites her lower lip, hiding a smile, and turns her back on him, to unzip her dress. "Yeah, I still don't get how you do that," Harvey tells her, not understanding how she can zip up and down her dress by herself while enjoying how some of her freckles peek out.

"I'm a self-sufficient woman." She says, turning to him again and winking at him.

"Yeah, I know that." He responds, going down with his eyes, at the same speed that Donna's dress falls down her body. "And even if you're self-sufficient, all of that is mine. I won't argue." Almost all of his wife's underwear is lace and he couldn't love that more. This time, she wears a purple underwear set that highlights her milky skin. "I won't argue that you're a work of art, either." He snores, enjoying the sight of her. Her red hair falls in waves to her shoulders, her breasts lifted by her bra, her panties somewhat caught on her ass and letting him see some of her pubic hair, and freckles decorate every inch of her body. He is married to that woman. How damn lucky.

She blushes a little and puts her hands on her back to unbutton her bra. "If we discuss it now, we won't make it to the movie time."

"And also we won't do it because you love it when I say those things about you." She just giggles and then unbuttons her bra, so she can take it off, sliding it down her arms. She is fully aware that Harvey is watching in detail how her breasts droop a bit after being left naked before him.

"And you love that I look at you." He growls, watching as her nipples are dark and hard. They both know that he could spend endless minutes playing with her nipples, between his fingers, with his tongue and inside his mouth. He loves to see them pink and soft and to know that he is the one that makes them dark, hard, and spiky. He loves having that power over her.

"It's cold." She taunts him, looking at her boobs. She won't admit that her nipples were already like this before she took off her bra. That he is looking at her like that of course affects her.

"Sure," he rolls his eyes at her and hands her the bra she has on with her clothes. "Okay, if you wanna make it to the movies, put this on now."

Donna laughs. "So much that you wanted to see, huh?" she teases him again, grabbing her bra and adjusting it.

"You'll never understand how much I like your tits."

She chuckles. "You make it pretty clear to me every time we have sex. And when we don't have sex, too." She tells him, taking the pants he offers her.

"Yes, I'll never tire of saying it, nor showing it." He says, watching as her breasts droop in front of her as she pulls on her pants. Donna then grabs her shirt, puts it on, and buttons it button by button, from bottom to top, but she stops on the button that's right in front of her breasts. "You're missing one."

"No, I'll wear it like this."

"Donna," Harvey growls.

"Harvey?" she frowns, and he groans in frustration. "You're not going to make me a stupid, jealous scene, are you?"

He shakes his head at her and stands up in front of her. "If you want me to watch the movie, please button up one more."

She smirks. "You button it up."

He nods and does, then kisses her where their breasts meet and hears her smile. "Thank God, this is all mine!" he says amused, squeezing her boobs, and then he lowers her arms to her butt, to lift her off the ground and spins with her in the air, while she laughs at her, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Yeah, I'm all yours." She responds, brushing his lips with hers as he leaves her on the ground.

"All?" he grabs her butt, pushing her against him.

"Yes," she grins, and he sweetly kisses her.