Yellow
Harvey hates the color yellow. He hates it. He can't stand it in anything around him in that color; it just puts him in a bad mood. And Donna has been teasing him about it ever since she discovered his aversion to yellow at the DA's office. Making fun of him has always been one of her favorite pastimes. So, when they go away for a long weekend to a hotel with a spa and pool, she buys a yellow two-piece bathing suit.
Harvey is waiting for her in the room's private hot tub, and when he sees her approaching in that bathing suit, his expression changes.
"Really, Donna?" He complains, knowing that it's an evil plan by his wife to upset him.
She suppresses a giggle and gets into the hot tub with him. "I guess if I can't get you to like yellow like this, I never will." He turns his head away from her, refusing to look at her, and she laughs at him. "Oh my god, you're acting like a five-year-old!" She laughs and sits across from him.
"Are you already sitting?"
"Yeah, silly," she responds, grabbing his hands.
"Okay," he looks at her again. "Too bad this won't be relaxing. I can't stand that color."
"Not even how it looks on me?" She pouts.
Harvey hides a smile. "You won't succeed."
"Do I have to take off this wet bathing suit myself later?"
"If you think that wearing it will turn me on, you're wrong." He says, putting all his willpower there. Damn, Donna would make him horny even with tree leaves covering her nipples and her pussy.
She looks down and lifts herself slightly, so that her breasts emerge from the water. "Not even how my nipples harden underneath?" She teases him.
"Donna," he growls in frustration, and she guides his hands to her breasts.
"You don't like it?" She continues to tease him, observing his jaw tighten more and more. "Harvey..." she hums.
"Damn," he groans and leans in to kiss her. Feeling her breasts in his hands and being able to squeeze them still feels like a privilege, and the sensation of her hard nipples against him will always affect him. To hell with the fact that the bra is yellow.
"Yeah, I knew I could win," she whispers huskily, pulling him closer to her.
"I hate that color, anyway."
"Yeah, I see." She hums, straddling him.
"The problem here is that you look sexy every damn second."
She chuckles, feeling flattered and wiggling over him. "Show me then."
"I'll do it, but I need it to go away." He says, untying the knots of her bra, to take it off and have her bare breasts in front of him. "Yes, this is definitely better." He snores and sinks into them with his mouth.