Deep kiss

The first time it happened, Donna was puzzled because she didn't expect Harvey to be such a man. But apparently, this time her instincts failed, and Harvey is one of those men who greets his girlfriend with a passionate kiss every time they come home. Or maybe it only happens with her and not with his previous girlfriends. She wants to believe it's unique to her, that he only does it with her.

It doesn't matter what Donna is doing when he arrives. If she's in the kitchen, he pulls her up onto the counter and kisses her deeply. If she's on the couch, he pounces on her until she's completely crushed, their tongues tangling. If she's in her dressing room, he walks in without even asking for permission and pushes her against the wall, their lips eagerly tasting each other. If Donna is standing in a hallway, he simply turns her toward him and pulls her into his body, kissing her until she's breathless. If Donna is lying on the bed, he spoons her and wraps his entire body around her until she softly moans into his mouth. Even once, she was taking a bath, and he slipped to passionately kiss her under the shower.

"The day will come when you truly take my breath away," she gasps, letting her forehead rest gently against his chin as they stand in the middle of the living room, wrapped in each other's arms. He chuckles and kisses her forehead. "I never thought you were like this," she murmurs, nuzzling into him.

"Like what?" he asks, pulling her close to his body, eliciting a laugh from her.

"The kind of boyfriend who passionately kisses you every time he arrives."

Harvey smiles proudly, and she moves back slightly to hear his response. "Well…" he shrugs, brushing away a lock of hair that falls across Donna's face. "It's what I wanted to do every morning when I arrived at the firm, and now I can do it at home. Besides, we owe each other too many kisses."

She bites her lower lip, falling more and more in love with this man. "Then kiss me again, Specter," she hums, rising on her tiptoes to meet his lips with hers.

"Just so you know…" he interrupts in the midst of their kiss. "I'll also be the type of husband who passionately kisses you every time he comes home." He gasps against her mouth, and she feels her heart skip a beat.

"Are you going to be my husband?" she murmurs, completely delighted by the idea.

He smiles against her lips. "Will you say yes when I propose?"

"Yeah..." she purrs. "A yes as big as the one I'm going to give you now when you ask if you can take me to bed." She says, and he smirks again before their tongues entwine once more, leading them to the bed without a doubt.