Dressing room
While Harvey is buttoning his shirt cuffs, Donna manages to zip up her dress.
"Why don't you let me do it? You know I really enjoy it," he complains, looking for her in the mirror.
"Because we're late," she responds, turning to him and pulling up the collar of his shirt before beginning to put on his tie.
"No, this is unfair. You can dress me, and I can't dress you?" he pouts, making her laugh.
"I thought you enjoyed undressing me," she teases, pulling down the collar to start tying his tie.
"Well, if I have to choose, I always choose to undress you," he tells her. "But you always do my tie. You even did it before we were together."
"As if it bothered you that I took care of your clothes since then, Harvey," she rolls her eyes at him.
He chuckles softly, denying with his head. "But it makes me do things, always did." He closes his eyes for a moment, clenching his jaw.
"And what do you think makes me feel when you zip up while you kiss my back, idiot?" she asks, fitting the knot in his tie.
He smiles proudly and pulls her closer by her hip. "Should we have separate dressing rooms?"
"Are you sure you wanna give me more space?" She giggles.
"Like you don't already take up 80% of the space, Donna!"
"Don't challenge me, I can take up more."
"Yeah, I know that," he rolls his eyes and gives her a quick peck. "Besides, I wanna keep zipping up your dresses."
"And I wanna keep tying your tie."
"Ok. But now, turn around!"
"What?" she asks, raising a curious eyebrow.
"Just do it," Donna laughs and does as he says. Once with her zipper in front of him, Harvey gently lowers it, leaving kisses on her skin, then pulls it back up, savoring the moment, and runs his fingers lightly over her freckles. "Now this is fairer," he says, peering over her shoulder and watching her bite her lip in that way that drives him crazy.
She giggles and turns her head to kiss him. "We'll both have to hold out until tonight."
"Not if we meet for lunch. There's a hotel nearby—"
"You're worse than a teenager," she chuckles.
"Don't you want a quickie at lunch?" he winks at her. She shrugs and walks away from him without responding. But of course, she wants to.