Post-Canon
Inspired by a itcouldbedarvey tweet.
After a long and hard week at the firm, Donna expresses her need for a break from everything. It had been a long time since they had taken a weekend to travel together and they both knew that it was something necessary for both their marriage and their mental health to run smoothly. So he suggests they spend the weekend at their favorite cozy spot, a cabin in the woods.
As they arrive at the cabin, the tranquility of the surroundings washes over them, providing a much-needed respite. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine trees, and the only sounds are the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds.
Inside the cabin, they find refuge in each other's arms. Harvey's desire to comfort and cherish Donna is palpable, and he struggles to keep his hands off her. He knows she needs his touch, his affection, to forget the worries and find solace in their love.
Harvey's hands begin to explore Donna's back, tracing delicate patterns along her spine. The simple act of his touch brings a sense of calm and warmth to both of them. Donna leans into his embrace, feeling safe and protected.
Harvey's lips find their way to Donna's neck, planting soft kisses that elicit a shiver of pleasure. His hands continue their gentle exploration, caressing her shoulders, her arms, and finally finding their way to her face. He cups her cheeks, his touch conveying a depth of love and understanding that words fail to express.
As the night unfolds, they find comfort in their physical intimacy. Their bodies intertwine in a dance of passion and love, seeking solace and connection in each other's arms. Their lovemaking is both tender and passionate, as their marriage also is.
"We have to come here more often," she purrs, still agitated, snuggling into her husband's body.
Harvey smiles as he tries to get his breathing back to normal and wraps his arms around her, giving her a safe space to rest. "You're right…" he mutters. "As usual." He adds and feels her giggle softly into her arms.
The moonlight softly illuminates the room, creating a warm and serene atmosphere.
They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, their bodies intertwined and their souls connected. Harvey gently strokes Donna's hair, savoring the moment of peace and contentment they have found in each other's bodies and hearts.
"You know," Harvey begins, his voice filled with a hint of playfulness, "I could get used to this cabin life. No emails, no courtrooms, just you and me."
Donna chuckles, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Harvey's chest. "I have to admit, it's a nice change of pace. No suits, no high-pressure meetings." She pauses. "However, as nice as it sounds, I know we'd both get bored here all the time."
Harvey nods, a contented smile gracing his lips. "Yeah, you're right. But I forgot how good it feels to escape the chaos and focus on what truly matters. Just being here with you reminds me—" he exhales sharply, almost escaping her gaze. Years later, sometimes still, he struggles to find the words and to be vulnerable in front of his wife.
Donna's eyes meet Harvey's again, her expression filled with understanding. She intertwines her fingers with his and gives his hand a gentle squeeze. "Harvey, you don't always have to say it. I know you're fighting for us, for our future. I know and I feel that." Harvey's gaze softens, grateful for Donna's understanding. He leans in and presses a tender kiss against her forehead.
In the embrace of their love, the worries and uncertainties of their life in the city fade into the background. They find solace in the present moment, in the physical and emotional connection they share. It's a reminder that, no matter what challenges they face, they have each other.