Angry sex

Donna heads towards the exit of the firm, and Harvey catches up, quickening his pace.

"Hey... Wanna go home together?" Harvey asks in a friendly tone.

Donna slightly furrows her brow. "Is that your way of making up?"

Harvey grumbles. "We work in the same place. We'll disagree more than once. We've done it before. So yes, I think we should make up. It's not a big deal."

"Maybe it is." She replies, sticking to her stance.

"So we keep fighting?"

"We keep fighting." She responds without looking at him, stepping through the building's entrance.

Harvey continues walking behind her until they both stand on the sidewalk. "Well..." he shrugs, speaking almost against her neck. "I like angry sex." He says in a low voice, pinching her butt.

"Harvey!" she squeals. "We're in the middle of the sidewalk. Can you behave as a grown-up?"

"With you?" he chuckles and kisses her exposed shoulder. "Never." He grins and pulls her against him by the hips. "And like I said, I like angry sex. And if this makes you angry..." he murmurs, his hands trailing up the sides of her body to gently squeeze a breast. "More fun for me."

Donna squeals again, tapping her foot on the ground and spinning around to face him. "You're a grown man. You need to learn to behave and accept that your wife can get mad at you sometimes." She grumbles, pointing her index finger at him to emphasize her point.

"I'm accepting it..." he says with a mischievous smile. "And I wanna use it to my advantage." He adds, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her against him again. "That's what lawyers sometimes do, use adverse situations to their advantage."

"And who the hell told you that this time you'll manage to use it to your advantage?" she asks, rolling her eyes.

"Mmm... Let's see." He says playfully and steps back a bit to observe her. "Your nipples have tightened beneath your dress." He whispers in a voice so deep it sends shivers down Donna's spine.

"It's the wind, it's cold out here." She tries to defend herself.

"And what about your flushed cheeks? Or your dilated pupils?" he asks incisively. "Or your lips that are constantly slightly parted? I know you, Donna. And you know it. So, Mrs. Paulsen. How do you plead? Guilty or not guilty?"

She closes her eyes in frustration. Damn it. "Guilty." She admits. "But I'm still mad."

"I know because you also like angry sex." He smiles triumphantly, tracing her jawline with his fingers. "And that's your sentence, angry sex with your husband. And believe me, it could be worse." She forces herself not to laugh, biting her cheek, but of course, Harvey notices. "Shall we?" Donna doesn't respond, she just starts walking briskly and Harvey follows, catching up with her again and giving her a playful smack on the butt.

"I'm going to kill you, Specter!"

"That's exactly what I want, Paulsen."