Cotton Underwear
Donna comes out of the bathroom, her hair in a bun since she didn't wash it, and wearing pink cotton underwear.
"Hmm...?" Harvey wrinkles his nose. "What's that?"
"What? What do I have?" Donna asks in alarm, thinking there is something serious on her back that she hasn't seen and trying to peek at it.
"I meant what you're wearing."
"Moron!" she rolls her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. "It's underwear, I assume you can figure that out on your own."
"But... It's not the underwear you've been wearing these past few days."
"It's midnight and I've turned into a pumpkin. I can't wear lace all the time, Harvey," she replies, a little annoyed. "Sometimes I just wanna be comfortable." She adds, looking for something to wear in the drawer Harvey has given her in her condo. Well, Harvey thought one drawer would be enough. She has already occupied five. He doesn't say anything; he knows he shouldn't complain. He doesn't want to, but damn, lace looks so good on her. "Don't worry, we can skip sex tonight if you don't like this," she retorts.
Harvey exhales heavily. "No, no, wait." He says calmly, rushing to get in front of her so she doesn't walk away. "Wait." He repeats, putting his hands on her arms. "Sorry, I didn't mean—"
"You didn't mean what?" she interrupts, crossing her arms.
"To make you feel bad. I'm sorry," he says, wiggling his thumbs on her arms. "I was just surprised, that's all."
"And you don't like it, just say so."
"Donna..." He smiles at her. "I like you wearing whatever you wanna wear, and especially when you're naked," he tells her with honesty in his eyes and voice, letting Donna know that he's not just trying to fix the situation, he's telling the truth. She nods, and Harvey places a kiss on the pout she has on her lips.
"I understand if you prefer lace or lingerie, but this is also me," she mutters, doing her best to sound confident.
Harvey nods, and this time he kisses her more deeply. "And you're beautiful," he murmurs against her lips, and she smiles.
"Thank you," she answers him, taking a step back. "I need to change or we'll be late for Louis's."
"I'm so looking forward to dinner at Louis's," he complains, grumbling as he walks away from her. But before leaving her alone, he takes one more look, watching how that cotton underwear hugs her body naturally, without raising or bulking anything, and damn, it's as sexy as lingerie as well. "Hey..." he murmurs. "You really look sexy," he says and winks at her, enjoying the sight of her blushing.