A/N: One of the many fics that are born from chatting with my beta, and one of the few that actually become a fic. Believe me, it would be impossible to write them all haha! I hope you enjoy it!

Donna and Harvey are invited to a benefit gala held by one of the organizations they both sponsor in New York, so they have to fly back to their old home to attend. They were just getting used to their new life in Seattle, having spent only a few weeks in their new home, and a weekend trip wasn't part of their plans. However, they decide to take advantage of the opportunity to visit friends. Besides, attending their first social event as husband and wife fills them with excitement. They had attended too many galas as just friends, and there wasn't a single night that Harvey hadn't thought about crossing the blurred line between them. Donna's usual gala dresses forced him to exercise all his willpower to avoid spoiling everything. And it was so damn hard, every time.

Harvey's condo was still intact, so they use it for the weekend, and when he sees Donna walking out of the room his jaw literally drops, and he doubts he has the willpower to resist her. She's wearing a floor-length, backless, slit on the right side emerald green dress, a thin strap around her neck holding the front of her dress together and covering her chest, which disappoints him a bit since he loves a clear view of her gorgeous cleavage.

How is he supposed to see his brand new wife dressed like that and not do anything to her?

"Need a napkin? You're drooling, honey," she teases, using a voice that she knows irritates Harvey, just as much as calling him "honey".

He swallows and gets up from the sofa where he was sitting. "I don't even know what to say," he mutters, moving closer to her.

She smiles at him, pleased with herself. "Have I left you speechless, Specter?" she murmurs, looking at his lips.

"Yeah, it's one of your many powers," he replies, also looking at her lips, as his hands rest on her bare back and he gently pulls her towards him, until their lips meet. Donna wraps her arms around his neck, letting him lead the kiss and surrendering to him. Harvey kisses her sweetly and passionately as she presses her body against his, and his warm, outstretched hands trace the skin of her back, his fingers caressing the hollow of her spine. Damn it all, he knows how much it affects her. And as if that weren't enough, one of his hands slides down the curve of her buttocks.

"Harvey—" she murmurs, taking a breath, but still with her lips pressed against his. "We have to go."

"You can't expect us to leave while you're wearing that dress," he complains.

"Good things are worth the wait," she says, running her thumb over his bottom lip to clean it up, since no matter how long-lasting lipstick she's wearing, Harvey always manages to get it all over his lips. He is a man who kisses passionately. "And I promise, when we get back here, you'll have your way with me. Okay?" she says to him, sweetly, as she is negotiating with a kid.

"Why do you treat me like a child?" he complains again.

"Because you are, Harvey," she answers, pecking at his pouting lips. He crosses his arms, avoiding her gaze, and she laughs at him. "See? You're just proving me right by behaving like this."

He laughs and looks at her again. "You wearing that dress should be a crime."

"I've worn worse, Harvey... And when you couldn't even touch me. I know you can handle it tonight."

He exhales in frustration. "How many hours do we have to stay?"

"I take back what I said: you're worse than a child," she snorts and grabs her clutch bag that is waiting for her on the kitchen counter.

Walking over, she lets Harvey see her bare back, and he must bite back a groan. On instinct, he walks toward her, until his crotch meets her butt, and his hands rest on her hips.

"Do we really have to go?" he mutters, letting his forehead fall against her back as she leans forward slightly .

"Harvey... We came all the way here to attend this gala, so yeah, we have to go."

"I already hate this gala." She giggles and turns to face him. "I can just send a really big check without going," he says, squeezing her hips.

"Harvey!" she scolds him. "We will go to that gala; it's not up for discussion."

"You know, I thought marriages were a democracy, and this doesn't look like a democracy at all. In fact, it's quite authoritarian."

She swallows a giggle and smooths the lapels of his jacket. "If all you wanna do is have sex with me all the time, I have to exert a little bossiness. Life isn't all about sex, honey," she repeats "honey" back at him, only to annoy him even more.

"Yeah. All I wanna do is have sex with you, that's completely true. And you can't blame me. You've spent too many years wearing dresses like this in front of me while my hands were tied." She swallows an embarrassed giggle. "I wanna have sex with you day, night, and every moment in between. You can't blame me for that."

"I don't blame you; you make me horny too when you wear that tuxedo," she says, running her index finger along his jaw.

"I do?"

"Are you seriously asking me?" she asks, squinting to gauge his expression.

"No, I knew you were horny the moment I kissed you and you allowed me to. When you let me do what I want with my tongue, you're horny. That's why I think I can win this and have sex with you right now."

"Don't get your hopes up, Harvey. You'll still have to wait a few hours," she winks at him, finally grabbing her clutch bag and pushing him away to walk towards the front door of the place. Harvey clenches his fists in frustration and has no choice but to follow her.

—-

Donna enters the gala venue slightly ahead of Harvey, who has his hand lightly resting on her waist, just in case any unaware guests haven't heard the news that they are now husband and wife.

"Do you want me to wear a sign that says I'm your wife, too?" she asks with an amused smile, turning her head to look at him.

"No," he smiles back at her. "But I wouldn't mind if everyone knows you're my wife."

She chuckles softly and raises her left hand. "They'll find out soon enough."

"Yeah, that's good," he says with a relieved smile, and she giggles again. "I know, you're thinking I'm an idiot," he grumbles, and Donna just keeps laughing.

"You are, a little bit," she mutters, and just as she's about to give him a playful glance, Louis appears behind Donna, full of his usual exuberance.

"Oh my god, I thought you had kidnapped her and I'd never see her again!" Louis exclaims, throwing himself at Harvey, hugging the redhead with exaggerated affection.

Donna chuckles and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm here, Louis. He still lets me out."

"Still?" Louis grumbles.

"You know what's happening? Newlywed life is so much fun when your wife hasn't just given birth to a baby."

Donna steps away from Louis and stands between the two men. "Less than 5 minutes here and you two are already fighting like 2 children. It's time for you guys to grow up."

"Yeah, maybe next year," Harvey says. "I really care about your dark circles, man."

Louis grumbles. "Yeah, let's just say I'm not having as much fun as you guys."

"Do you promise that tomorrow I can spend some time with her?" Donna pleads with Louis.

"As much as you want," Louis says seriously. "While Sheila and I sleep."

Donna laughs. "It's a deal."

Samantha and Alex quickly join the conversation, and for a moment, it feels like they're still a part of New York. They probably always will be.

After a few fancy snacks and as many drinks, the event officially begins with a speech from the head of the charity, followed by a lengthy list of people taking turns speaking. If it weren't for Harvey's fingers softly tracing patterns on his wife's bare back, he would be bored out of his mind.

"We should've stayed in my condo; it'd have been so much more fun," he complains under his breath.

"Let me disagree; what you're doing is quite nice." She purrs, enjoying his caresses.

"I could be doing this, but in bed."

"Yeah, I know," she mutters. "But I wouldn't be having as much fun."

"Are you having more fun here than with me in bed?" he wrinkles his nose; there's no way.

A giggle escapes Donna's lips. "It's a different kind of fun."

"Let's see... Tell me."

"It's even more fun because you haven't noticed it yet."

"Donna," he rolls his eyes at her. "Get to the point already."

"Okay, okay," she replies, amused. "There are at least three women here who have been in your bed... And I must say, it feels great to know that they look at me with a hint of envy." Harvey laughs. "I don't apologize for who I am." She shrugs, she knows it's not a thought that matches her feminist spirit, but she can't help it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he says, confused.

"Really?" she chuckles.

"Really. Since we got here, I've only been looking at you."

Donna playfully scrunches her nose and gives him a quick peck. "To the left, be discreet, please. Black dress, blonde hair."

"Yeah, maybe she sounds familiar," Harvey says, not really trying to cheat on his wife; he simply can't remember who she is.

"That's Tracy," Donna clarifies. "You've slept with her more than once, back when we were still at your first office at the firm." Disgust lingers in her voice. "Seems like you really enjoyed her fake breasts."

Harvey stifles a laugh; he loves seeing her jealous. "Yours have always been my favorite. And if this happened when you say it did, I already knew them, and believe me, I never forgot about your amazing boobs."

"Yes, I know they're the best," Donna smugly tells him, and Harvey rests his forehead on her shoulder, trying to conceal his laughter. Everyone around them is keeping a straight face. "To the right..." Donna continues. "Blue dress, hair up."

"Oh, God... Nadia," Harvey mutters, looking away.

"Exactly," Donna clears her throat. "Honestly, I never got it."

"You never liked Nadia."

"And you did?" Harvey shrugs. "I don't know why I'm even asking; you took to bed any woman who crossed your path." Donna rolls her eyes, and Harvey feels a tingling sensation in his groin—seeing his wife jealous affects him just as much as her dress does.

"The thing was that I couldn't take the one woman I actually wanted to my bed," he tells her with a lovesick smile.

"Yes, stop trying to distract me, Specter, because the worst one is in the bathroom area." As Donna mentions her, Harvey looks at that woman and closes his eyes, feeling completely trapped. "Callie. The most ridiculous woman you've ever slept with, for sure." Harvey looks at her, perplexed. "She dyed her hair red... as if she could look like me." Donna rolls her eyes. "Ridiculous, worse than a teenager."

"You couldn't hide your annoyance every time I mentioned her or when she came to the firm."

"Fake boobs, lips, and buttocks, dyed hair that clearly doesn't suit her skin color... and she was trying to look like me, high-pitched voice, always bad makeup, and tacky clothes. I've never really understood it. And just when I thought you wouldn't see her anymore, you'd bring her back to your bed," she grumbles, feeling that annoying knot in the pit of her stomach once again.

"Yeah, I honestly don't understand it now either," Harvey says, embarrassed. "I've done a lot of stupid things, and you've witnessed them all," he adds guiltily, his fingers gently caressing the hollow of her spine. "Sorry," he murmurs.

"Well, you've witnessed mine too..." she replies.

"And that sucked, but you've seen so much more."

"Because, as I said, you took to bed any woman who crossed your path and was willing."

"Can I also say that I don't apologize for who I am?" he asks, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Who you were," she corrects him, seriousness in her tone. "If you ever go back to being like that, divorce is in your future," she adds, with a more playful tone.

Harvey looks at her seriously, cupping her cheek. "Donna, you're the only one I've ever cared about, and now that we're finally together, no one else matters to me." He says honestly, resting his forehead against hers.

Donna hooks her arm through his and nods. "I know," she murmurs, and he kisses her sweetly but briefly. "But keep kissing me," she pouts.

"It makes you uncomfortable when I kiss you passionately in front of so many people," he says, not understanding her request.

Donna blushes. "I want them to see us," she murmurs, almost silently, and without a hint of shame in her words.

Harvey can't help but laugh. "Oh my god, I love jealous Donna." He whispers to her, and as they're about to kiss, a speech ends, and the venue erupts in applause. They take advantage of the distraction to share a deep kiss before pulling apart slightly to catch their breath.

"Yeah, that felt good," she gasps.

Harvey smiles mischievously. "You know what will feel even better? Being inside you as soon as we get home. Between your dress and this jealousy, fuck," he grunts. "I'll really need it." He says, placing a kiss on her neck, which, combined with his hand still on her back, makes her tremble.

"You're already closer to reaching the end of the home run, Harvey."

"And trust me, I'll make an amazing score that will save the season."

She bites down on her lower lip, suppressing a soft moan that rises in her throat. "I know," she tells him confidently, adjusting the bow on his tuxedo. "And now, get me a drink because I need something to help me endure the wait." He chuckles softly, feeling proud of himself, and his fingers dangerously wander close to her butt. "Harvey!" she groans, pulling away abruptly. "Go get some drinks, I'm serious." He puffs out his cheeks in frustration, making her laugh. "Idiot!" she gently deflates his cheeks by pressing her fingers against them and brings his lips to hers. "One drink, now," she insists, kissing him. He grumbles and reluctantly goes off in search of drinks for both of them.

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