Notes:
This little piece of domestic Darvey was inspired by a Twitter post from @darveyswife, "what if...Donna named their daughter Harriet and Harvey found out about the meaning behind that name years later while Donna was drunk and spilled it."
Unbeta work.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
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"Harvey turned the key in the door and quietly stepped inside. It was two in the morning and he and Mike just finished pouring over a case they were bringing to trial in one week.
A class action lawsuit against one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world. It was so vast in scope that he had a law firm in California working with them as well as his old firm, LWWB.
Louis didn't flinch when Harvey called him six months ago for help. "New era, new firm," he had told Harvey over the phone. And when Louis brought it to the named partners, Katrina Bennett was the first one to volunteer her services.
It was crunch time and as of lately, he was getting home either extremely late or extremely early—depending on which way you looked at it. He tiptoed through the house and took inventory of the rooms as he made his way to the kitchen. There were clear remnants leftover from the evening activities.
His heart ached at the thought of missing out on his girls.
He didn't make a habit of missing family time but every so often it couldn't be helped. It just meant he worked that much harder to make it up.
When he arrived in the kitchen, there was a bottle of unopened Macallan 25, a short glass, and a note.
H,
I've got the 18. Come join me in the study.
-D
Harvey smiled to himself, untucked his dress shirt, pulled his already loose tie off and swapped it for the bottle and glass. Then he made his way to the study.
Before they left NY for Seattle, Donna had been researching online where they would live. The house was on Mercer Island, an affluent community outside Seattle, It had five bedrooms, a family room, a living room, a study, and a large laundry room off from the kitchen.
At first, Harvey scoffed at the idea of buying such a big home outside the city, but Donna being Donna (and having the foresight of what's to come) told him it was the one. A month later they were moving in. It was one of the many good decisions he had made since marrying Donna—but marrying her was the best decision.
The study door was partially ajar and a warm glow escaped into the hallway. He pushed lightly against the door, fully expecting Donna to be asleep on the leather couch. Instead, his wife was sitting against the armrest, her feet tucked under her legs, a pink fuzzy blanket over her lap and a book in one hand a drink in the other.
The fireplace housed a roaring fire that stole the chill from the room.
"Hey."
"Hey. Welcome home handsome."
"What are you doing up?" Harvey asked as he walked over to the couch.
Donna looked up; her cheeks were rosy and he swore he fell more in love with her each new day.
"Well," patting the empty spot next to her, "when you called and let me know you were going to be late, I put the girls down early. Then, I took a long warm bath and before I went to bed, I set my alarm for one thirty so I could be awake when you arrived home from work." She finished with a look of accomplishment.
Harvey placed the scotch on the coffee table next to the already half-empty bottle.
"You never cease to amazing me. I'm not even going to ask you how you knew I'd be home around this time."
He poured his drink and sat back against the couch. He took a sip and sighed out loud as the amber liquid warmed his insides.
Donna turned toward him—her hair was in a sloppy bun and she had a silk green robe tied loosely around her body. She looked radiant and he was sure he was the luckiest man alive.
He lifted his arm and she settled against his side. "How were they today?" He asked, more relaxed than he had been twenty minutes ago.
"When I picked them up, Lily was standing in the middle of a group of classmates. I asked her later what she was doing. She told me she was helping her friend Amy get her toy back."
"Did she do it?"
"What do you think?"
"That's my girl. And Harriet?"
"Now that's a funny story," Donna said.
She took a swig of her drink.
"Whoa, Donna, how many have you had?"
"A few," she answered coyly.
Harvey tilted his head down and raised his eyebrow, "A few, huh?"
A look of incredulity crossed his face and Donna covered her mouth to silence the tiny giggles that had escaped in response. She quickly gained her composure then continued.
"Evidently, Harriet had organized a coup in protest of nap time." She said matter-of-factly.
Harvey broke out in a robust chuckle and Donna joined in.
"If I wasn't a natural redhead, our dynamic duo would have given me a full head of gray hair by now," she said through bits of laughter.
"They really are a perfect blend of both of us," Harvey said.
"That they are."
Donna leaned forward, grabbed the full bottle of scotch and held it up to offer a pour for Harvey. He nodded and she obliged, overpouring as she did so.
"Mrs. Specter if I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a pretty good buzz right now."
Donna only nodded at his observation. She sat against the couch then moved her back to the sofa arm and plopped her legs over Harvey's lap.
Changing the subject, "How was work? I didn't get to see you much today."
"I know. I'm sorry," he responded. His voice trailing.
"Harvey. Don't apologize. I've been with you long enough to know when you need to be left alone. This was one of those times."
"You know me better than myself."
"You're right. I do." Donna pushed his thigh playfully with her foot.
"I also know there are two things that the powerful Harvey Specter likes to do when he needs to blow off steam."
Her hushed sultry tone vibrated to his lower abdomen, sending the blood straight to his dick.
"Oh yeah, and what two things would that be?"
His words slipped out in a lower register and a tiny smile formed at the corner of his lips. Donna, playing against his banter, responded:
"Boxing and sex."
Harvey knew, of course, what she would say before she said it. But their back and forth would always be part of who they were. He would never get tired of her quick wit and playfulness; it's what kept him humble. She completed him.
"You don't say. And you know this, how?"
He took a final swig of his drink, then placed the empty glass on the sofa table.
"Because I'm Donna."
She pulled herself up from the arm of the sofa and scooted forward, straddling Harvey's waist as she did so. Her face was inches from his. He grabbed her hips and centered her squarely above his already growing erection.
Donna pulled the belt of her silk robe, revealing a glimpse of her naked body underneath. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, ghosting his lips for his neck.
She slowly peppered his skin with soft kisses as she moved up his nape; her warm breath pricked his skin as she whispered in his ear, "And since it's two a.m. and the gym is closed..."
She was facing him now and Harvey didn't need her to finish the sentence because her eyes finished it for her. He leaned in slowly and tilted his head slightly to allow for the connection he had been craving since he arrived home. In response, Donna parted her lips, allowing him full access to her mouth.
Their kiss was intense and fueled by scotch and desire. His hands slipped under her robe and his fingers glided across her skin fervently.
Breasts, shoulders, stomach, hips, and thighs.
"Take it off," she murmured against his lips. It was an invitation to her body that he didn't dare ignore.
He removed her robe and her naked body glistened against the fire's soft glow. He loved her like this. Naked and on top of him. Donna moaned as his tongue moved down her neck to the sensitive spot between her shoulder and clavicle. And when her hands rushed to release his dick, she easily moved herself into position.
Their love-making was passionate and needy and it didn't take long for either one of them to reach their peak. Harvey always waited for Donna, releasing only after he felt her walls tightening around him. They finished and Donna collapsed on top of him, her forehead rested on his shoulder. He cradled her sweaty naked body and moved them both along the length of the couch.
Their bodies intertwined in a postcoital embrace. Donna pressed against him and her warm breath lingered at his neck as her breathing slowed to a normal pattern.
"You were right. I feel much better now." Harvey said while his fingers traced her toned bicep that a strict yoga routine gave her.
"You're welcome," she said.
Donna sighed loudly and Harvey shifted to his side propping himself up on his elbow and resting his head in his hand.
"What is it Donna."
"I just remembered I never told you."
"Never told me what?"
"Never told you why I picked the name Harriet."
"What do you mean? I assumed it was in honor of me."
"You would," she giggled.
"Well you have my attention now. Don't keep me in suspense." He said pulling her in for a soft kiss.
Donna smiled into his lips. "When Rachel and I would go out for drinks..." Harvey interrupted, "Donna, is this going to make me jealous?"
She laughed.
"Why Mr. Specter I didn't know you were the jealous type. But no, it won't."
He kissed her on her nose, "Good. And you know damn well I'm the jealous type when it concerns you. But go on, I'm all ears."
"Okay. As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted. Rachel and I would go out to a bar and we would role play..."
Harvey's eyes widened and a big grin took up space on his face interrupting her once more.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!"
"Harvey! Not like that," Donna said laughing between her words. "Are you going to let me finish?"
"Okay, okay. I promise not to interrupt anymore."
"As I was saying, again, we would pretend we were powerful women and assume different names. Rachel was Michelle Ross and I was Harriet Specter."
"Wait. You named our daughter after a name you used to pick up men at a bar."
Donna's nose scrunched and her brow furrowed. A worried look consumed her face, "No. Harvey it wasn't like that..." she said, her cheeks crimson as she spoke.
"Relax Donna, I'm teasing."
He squeezed her lower back and she sighed a breath of relief. Her face, more serious now, "You know Harvey, when I pretended to be Harriet Specter I think deep down it was my way of connecting with you. I was in love with you then, I just didn't want to admit it."
"That makes two of us. And I'm sorry it took me so long to come around."
Once again, their lips pressed together in a tender kiss cemented by years of love and mutual respect.
Harvey pulled away and she whined as he did it.
"And Donna, you don't need to assume another identity to be powerful. To me, you are the strongest woman I know. And both our girls will grow up believing the same thing."
Another kiss.
Donna rested her hand on his cheek and he leaned in to her touch. She whispered, "I love you Harvey." And the words settled in the space between them.
"I love you too Donna."