Dessert

"Are you sure you don't want any dessert?"

"Yes, Harvey. Order just for yourself. I'm full."

That little conversation took place just 10 minutes ago. Right now, Harvey is watching as his wife eats more than half of the dessert he ordered for himself. It's the same thing that happens every time they go out to dinner.

"So you were full?" he taunts her.

Donna puffs out her cheeks, a little embarrassed—as she always is. "You know that desserts are my weakness."

"I thought I was your weakness," he says, pouting and making her giggle.

"Actually, you are. Especially when you let me eat your dessert," she tells him with a smile that makes Harvey completely forget about the altercation over dessert.

"Finish it yourself," he tells her, bringing the plate closer to her.

"Harvey..." she chuckles. "Haven't you realized yet that my favorite thing about dessert is sharing it with you?"

Harvey frowns. "So you like to share instead of eating a whole dessert by yourself?"

Donna smirks at him. "Yes. For many years, sharing a glass or stealing your food has been one of the most intimate things I could have with you... So, now I love sharing dessert with you."

Harvey smiles at her and wraps her hand on the table. "I like that you never stop surprising me."

Donna blushes a little. "It's one of my many talents."

Harvey giggles, and she squeezes his hand affectionately. "Okay, let's share this dessert right now," he tells her and then lowers his voice a bit. "But I plan to have a second dessert at home, which I don't intend to share with anyone."

"Not even with me?" she taunts him.

"You're my dessert," he mutters in a raspy voice, leaning across the table toward her, and Donna enjoys the wave of adrenaline coursing through her.

"Then we'd better hurry to finish this," she responds, reaching him under the table with her foot.

"Is it necessary to finish it?" he growls.

"Yes, we'll finish it," she responds with a giggle. "Good things come to those who wait."

"And you are the good thing?"

Donna opens her mouth, surprised, and overreacting. "Any doubts?" she asks, feigning anger and kicking him under the table.

He chuckles, and the fact that she gets mad at him only makes him want to make love to her the moment they cross the threshold of her house. "No doubt," he says and sticks his fork into the dessert.

"That's what I thought," she responds, imitating him.