Dance

It's Julia's wedding, one of the firm's lawyers, and, of course, they have been invited. Donna and Harvey are sitting off to the side, looking tired. They haven't had a pleasant week, and although they have a good relationship with Julia, they aren't very close, and they would rather be doing something else right now.

"Do you want to dance?" Harvey asks out of the blue, surprising Donna. She clearly didn't expect that at the moment.

"Do you?" she responds.

"No."

"So?" Donna wrinkles her nose, searching for a logical answer.

"But I wanna touch you, and it's a good cover."

Donna laughs, leaning closer to him. "What are you, a teenager who needs an excuse to know how it feels to touch a pair of tits?"

Harvey laughs too. "No, I know how it feels to touch yours. I thank heaven every day of my life for that," he answers, completely serious.

Donna laughs too loudly. "You can't be such a moron, Harvey!"

Harvey, still laughing, stands up and holds out his hand to her. "Will you come with me?"

"I don't mind if I do," she responds, taking his hand and rising to her feet.

Holding Donna's hand, Harvey leads her to the dance floor, where he wraps her against his body, thankful that a slow, romantic song is playing. Donna tenderly hugs her husband's body, and he kisses her cheek.

"Don't laugh at what I'm about to tell you…" he whispers, his fingers subtly gliding down the side of Donna's breast. "It's a privilege to be able to caress them every day."

Donna can't help but laugh, both at his words and because he's touching her too close to her armpit. "But thank heaven for them on a daily basis?"

He shrugs. "I feel very privileged to have you as my wife, and I'm grateful for you every day. Your breasts are a part of you, so I'm grateful for them, too."

Donna laughs again, squeezing herself against him. "Stop talking and hold me for a while. This is nice," she murmurs, feeling their bodies sway in sync.

"Always, Donna," he murmurs and places a soft kiss on her neck, making her close her eyes and smile.