Teeth

Harvey arrives home after working extra hours with Mike. As he opens the door, he hears music playing in the distance, which surprises him because Donna doesn't usually play music. He leaves his belongings at the entrance. As he enters the house, he unbuttons his cuffs and shirt collar, seeking the comfort of being at home.

When he reaches the kitchen, where the music is coming from, a proud grin spreads across his face. Donna is unaware of his presence, her back turned to him, wearing his old white T-shirt that fits her like a dress, revealing a glimpse of her butt. Her hair is styled in a messy bun, and she dances to the rhythm of Lady Gaga's song.

Don't want no money,

That shit's ugly,

Just want your sex,

Take a bite of my bad girl meat,

Show me your teeth,

Got no direction,

Just got my vamp,

Take a bite of my bad girl meat,

Show me your teeth.

She sings and moves her body in a seductive way that instantly drives him crazy. Mesmerized by the sight of his wife, he drops to his knees as if in worship. 'Cause damn it, he feels like the luckiest man in the world.

Startled by his presence, Donna jumps and places her hand over her chest. "Harvey, what the hell are you doing here, stalking me? And why are you on the ground?" she giggles.

He laughs. "Just reminding myself every day why I should be grateful that you agreed to marry me!" he exclaims, raising his hands as if thanking the heavens.

"You're such an idiot!" she laughs. "Do you like what you see?" turning around and smoothing her bun.

"You have no idea how much," he responds, getting up and then grabbing her hips as soon as she finishes turning. He pulls her close so that she bumps into him, and he deeply kisses her. "That song is incredibly sexy," he murmurs against her lips. "But you're even sexier."

She smirks, biting her lower lip. "So, what? Do you want me to sing it while you fuck me?" she murmurs, feeling the tension begin to lodge in her body.

Harvey groans in response, pressing his body against hers and lifting her to sit on the kitchen counter. "Damn it, Donna," he grunts, biting her neck, and she moans in response.

"You certainly don't waste any time," she says, already feeling aroused and pressing her body against his. Her legs wrapping his hips.

"You were singing that you wanted someone to bite into your girl meat... And if anyone's going to do that, it'll be me. Only me," he growls, breathing heavily against her ear and nibbling it, feeling her arch her back in response.

"You've come at just the right time," she says with a mischievous smile, turning her head to kiss him, and he playfully nips her lip in the middle of the kiss, determined to drive her wild with his teeth.