A/N: A fic that I rushed to finish before Christmas, but that I finally didn't publish, and that now we'll pretend that it also works as a New Year's fic, ok? :) I hope you enjoy it! And thanks Dani for helping me here again.


When Donna arrives home after having to stay at the office two hours longer than her husband, fatigue and frustration weigh heavily on her shoulders. She stayed there late for nothing because she couldn't solve the problem at hand, and if there's something that makes her feel frustrated, it's that. She's Donna Paulsen; she always manages to fix everything, and in record time. Damn it.

As she inserts the keys into the lock, a sigh of annoyance escapes involuntarily from her lips while her purse slips off her shoulder, hanging from the crook of her elbow, carrying her white scarf that she must save from touching the dirty ground, while her mind still tries to come up with a solution for Mr. Bennet. Her hands not only seem to move at the same extreme speed as her thoughts but also appear to be equally clumsy. When she finally manages to momentarily wrap her scarf back and readjust her purse on her shoulder, she gently pushes the door open, wishing from the bottom of her heart that Harvey would greet her with one of those hugs that she knows when they start but never when they end.

However, there's something that immediately captures her attention: Harvey has added some Christmas lights in the hallway of their house, and not only that, he has also hung a mistletoe in the entryway, which makes her genuinely smile for the first time in too many hours, letting out a sigh that loosens her muscles a bit while she closes the door behind her and hangs the purse on the entryway's coat rack.

Harvey strides into the district attorney's office, his brow furrowing more with each ridiculous Christmas decoration now adorning his workspace.

"Oh, god! My suspicions were right; you really are the Grinch, huh?" Donna quips in her usual mocking tone, maintaining balance on a rather wobbly ladder as she hangs a mistletoe over the door of her boss's office. They're alone there.

"I don't know about the Grinch, but there are some tacky decorations here," he says, scanning the area for a fleeting second, then turning his gaze back to her almost immediately, torn between watching his secretary's physical safety and enjoying that privileged view of her butt. Goddamn it, that would be a great Christmas gift, perfectly wrapped in that black tight skirt.

She clears her throat because she doesn't need any of her skills to guess where her boss's thoughts and eyes are going. "You mean the decorations Big Bertha put up? Yeah, they could be a lot better. Sorry, not everyone has my impeccable taste," she retorts sassily and carefully descends from the ladder.

"Impeccable taste, you say? After hanging that ridiculous mistletoe branch on MY office door?" he complains, stepping back a bit to give her room to come down.

Donna suppresses a giggle, and once she ensures both feet are on the ground, she defiantly turns to face him. "What's wrong, Specter? Afraid of accidentally kissing someone under it and finding true love?" she asks as confidently and boldly as she can muster because damn it, how she wishes Harvey would kiss her under that mistletoe, or actually in any place.

He rolls his eyes, visibly annoyed, and clears his throat, as if that simple gesture could erase the image of his lips on hers from his mind. "I don't believe in that nonsense," he grumbles in response, moving to pour two drinks.

"In the mistletoe tradition? Or in true love?" she presses on, walking toward her desk chair.

"In neither," he replies firmly after a few seconds of silence, sliding a glass in front of her while he leans against Donna's desk. "But it's okay if you do, I suppose," he adds and takes a sip.

"It's not like I'm asking for your permission to believe," she says with a soft giggle hidden behind the glass, from which she then takes a sip. "My family legend says that my parents' first kiss was under mistletoe. So, mistletoes were always a part of our family's Christmas decorations. My parents would always kiss when they passed under it, even when it made me nauseous, because they didn't want to tempt fate," she says, shrugging slightly. "So, for me, it's part of the Christmas spirit." Harvey listens attentively, enjoying the glimmer of excitement in her eyes at the memory, and unable to help feeling a bit envious. If only he had at least one happy memory of his parents together, one untainted by lies and betrayal. "But if it bothers you, I'll take it down," she adds, noticing Harvey's lack of response. She can see his discomfort, and though there are details of his family history she doesn't yet know in depth, she already knows there's a truly painful family situation for him.

"No, no, it's okay. It's good that someone here still finds enthusiasm in Christmas," he says with a smile that doesn't quite reach as far as he'd like, then heads to his office, leaving Donna somewhat puzzled at her desk.

Harvey shows up there, with that homely yet classic look that Donna loves so much, wearing that relaxed smile that extends to the corners of his eyes, something Donna loves even more. Without needing to say anything, he slowly approaches her, offering his hand for her to walk toward him, perfectly positioning themselves under that mistletoe. With goofy smiles on their faces and without breaking eye contact, Donna's arms weakly encircle her husband's hips, while his hands frame her face, looking as tired as beautiful, until the distance closes between them, joining in a delicate, unhurried kiss, their tongues tentatively exploring the path, and her hands pushing his butt to draw him closer. Harvey catches Donna's woolen hat before it falls to the ground, and without losing focus on his wife's lips, he also unwinds her scarf from her neck.

"A mistletoe?" she gasps, trying to regain her breath, her forehead resting against his.

"It worked for your parents, and I'm not willing to take any chances. Besides, you said mistletoes should be part of the Christmas spirit, and we hadn't put any up yet, so... I ordered some on Amazon."

She frowns, following him with her gaze as he hangs Donna's hat and scarf on the coat rack. "Some?"

"Well..." he says with a sheepish chuckle, helping her out of her coat, which joins the rest of the items.

"Well what?" she presses, eager to uncover what he's hiding.

Harvey says nothing; he just takes her hand and guides her down the hallway leading into the house. At its end, another mistletoe hangs, making her laugh and melt with love in equal measure.

"One was enough, Harvey."

"I really liked that idea from your parents, of kissing every time we pass under the mistletoe, and one just seemed too little," he explains with the same seriousness he'd use when explaining something to a client, which only makes her giggle again. "Because I wanna kiss you everywhere, every time."

"You remembered..." she murmurs tenderly, rubbing her nose against his as she closes her eyes, her hands falling onto his chest and a smile growing on her lips.

"You've put mistletoes in my office every year..." he says with an amused laugh, one arm tightening around her waist, pulling her close, and the other hand gently cradling the nape of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. "I mean, you've never let me forget your tradition."

She chuckles softly and brushes her lips against his. "It took you more than a decade to finally kiss me under a mistletoe, and I guess I've been clear enough," she says softly, pushing a bit closer against him, her hands sliding under his arms.

He sweetly smiles against her mouth. "They say good things come to those who wait," he responds almost in a whisper.

"And you'd be the good thing?" she asks with a goofy chuckle.

"Do you have any doubt about that?" he asks, with an overly confident tone, classic Harvey.

"Hmm... I should verify that," she hums, and neither of them needs to say more. Harvey captures Donna's lower lip with his, initiating a kiss that seems almost as sweet and slow as the previous one, at least until they have to break apart to breathe, because it's at that moment, when lowering his gaze to his wife's wet and swollen lips, the thought of being too far from her becomes impossible. "You're definitely that good thing," she says, slightly breathless, scratching his back with her fingers.

"And that was just a small preview," he says with a mischievous smile, sending shivers down Donna's spine as he tilts her head slightly with his hand still tangled in her hair, then in less than a second, his lips are back on hers, parting her lips with his tongue to fully explore her mouth, feeling her body start to yield and meld with his. Their hands roam in every nook they can reach, their bodies seeking to fit into each other, pressing against each other's torso.

"I'm exhausted, Harvey," she murmurs without parting her lips from his, her hand wrapping around the back of his head, urging him to deepen that glorious kiss.

He chuckles softly and nibbles on her lower lip, eliciting a gasp from her. "Do you want me to stop and let you go to bed?" he asks, although he already knows the answer. Her dark eyes are enough to know it.

"God, no. Quite the opposite, actually," she responds immediately, swaying her hips against his, in case she wasn't clear enough. "I came in expecting a hug, but this is a lot more interesting," she pants, trying to catch her breath, tracing her index finger along his jawline, then teasing his lips with her fingers and making him playfully nibble on them.

"What do you mean by 'this'?" he innocently asks, wrapping her wrist to kiss each of her knuckles.

She rolls her eyes and drops her forehead against his. "Take me to the next mistletoe."

Harvey doesn't hesitate for a second; he makes her turn so she walks in front of him, wrapping his arms around her from behind, shamelessly rubbing against her ass and peppering kisses along her neck. Donna lets herself be guided, playing with her fingers on his arms and hair and enjoying his lips trailing across her skin, until they reach the living room, where Harvey has hung the third mistletoe. In a swift motion, Harvey makes her turn again and pins her between the fireplace wall and his body, his hands molding around her butt, while her hands tangle around his neck and their mouths open in desperation, longing for that reconnection.

Their bodies fuse together, as if drawn by an unyielding force, pressed against the wall and engulfed by an overwhelming wave of longing. His lips move against hers with a fervor that seems to set the very air around them on fire. Her hands, exploring the strength of his shoulders, pull him impossibly closer, her heartbeat echoing the rhythm of their impassioned kiss.

With each passing moment, the intensity grows, their fervent embrace deepening, soft moans escape their entwined lips, and they can't take it anymore, they know they can't keep the urge for so long, and they want to kiss under every mistletoe. So, without breaking the kiss, Harvey guides her to the kitchen, where the next one is waiting. He lifts her up to sit her on the kitchen counter, while she makes room for him between her legs and wraps them tightly around him, giving him no escape. His touch sets her skin ablaze, tracing a path of desire down her spine, while her fingertips delicately trace the contours of his face, mapping every line and curve with a yearning touch.

Their lips meet, merging urgently in an embrace. A surge of electric intensity flows between them, igniting a fiery exchange. With insatiable hunger, they explore each other's mouths, tongues dancing in a synchronized duet. He holds her close, fingers tracing the contours of her spine, while she surrenders to him, her hands entwining in his hair, pulling him closer in an unstoppable whirlwind of desire.

Harvey's somewhat clumsy hands begin to unzip Donna's dress, but she moves away from him a little in protest. "You have to take me to all the mistletoes first."

"Trust me." He says and lifts her by her butt, making her cling like a monkey to his body and that makes her laugh deeply.

"We're not teenagers, Harvey. I'm worried about your back." She berates him for a moment, losing her shoes along the way.

"Have you noticed how quickly you got me hard? Allow me to hesitate, I think we look a lot like teenagers." He responds, walking with her in his arms, heading to her dressing room.

"I don't want to hear you complaining about the pain in your lower back tomorrow."

He chuckles and silences her with a kiss. "Why can't you ever stop being bossy with me? I just want to enjoy my wife," he says, with a tone as accusing as it is horny, as he gently lowers her down onto the floor in the middle of the dressing room, just below another mistletoe. "And you know very well that my favorite thing to do in our dressing room is undressing you," he murmurs near the curve of her neck, beginning to play with his tongue there as he slides the dress off her arms. His fingers glide along Donna's soft skin, unveiling every inch of her being with a patience that exudes adoration. His eyes shine with contained desire as his lips explore every nook of her exposed skin. The air is laden with intimate tension and palpable longing as he immerses himself in the ritual of undressing her, allowing the dress to fall to the ground, with a slowness that sets her on fire.

A set of black lace underwear stands out on Donna's milky skin, once the dress is just a puddle around her feet and the gaze full of desire with which her husband runs over her, has a direct and too strong effect in her center.

"Do you like what you see?" she grunts, and with a playful smirk dancing on her lips, as he just nods, with his jaw dropped. Donna seizes the opportunity to turn the tables. She gazes at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes as her fingers graze the fabric of his black t-shirt, playfully tugging at its hem, reveling in the anticipation that lingers between them. The air and the atmosphere between them is heavy and too hot, but she is determined to undress him with the same torturous slowness that he did with her, until finally they are both in their underwear.

And when Donna finally decides that all that foreplay under each branch of mistletoe has been more than enough and wants to stick her hand inside his underwear, to feel his hard, throbbing manhood, he stops her, just in time, grabbing her by her wrist.

"Are you kidding, Harvey?" she says in a complaining tone, with a giggle getting in the way.

He bites his bottom lip, shaking his head as he pulls her back against his body. "No, but you've asked me to take you to every mistletoe, and there's still one more left. Over there." He explains, pointing towards the bedroom, rubbing against her abdomen to relieve some of the tension inside his underwear.

She giggles. "Yeah, I should've guessed." She says and she is the one who tugs on his arm this time, too eager for a sexual encounter to finish washing away all the stress of the day, which is already completely buried in the back of her mind.

With their tongues tangled, and their bodies about to catch fire, they get rid of the last pieces of clothing just before reaching the bed. Harvey makes her fall on her back, then falls between her legs, moving his hips seeking the heat and wetness of her womanhood against his hardness. A branch of mistletoe hangs above them, over the headboard of the bed.

"Harvey..." She growls. "Just do it." She begs, feeling like her body is more than ready to be invaded by him. "Believe me, that's enough foreplay." She hums with a horny chuckle on her lips, enjoying the feeling of the weight of his body on hers, as well as his eyes full of love and desire, staring into hers.

Harvey just nods and enters her, slow but firm, filling her completely as she pushes him along his lower back, determined to let him invade her completely.

"Well, let's hope that with this, the power of the mistletoe will intensify." He says with such seriousness that he makes Donna burst into laughter, feeling every inch of her body relax as he fills her, crushes her, completes her. She loves it when he makes her laugh during sex, and he knows it. He knows that her two favorite things with him inside her are: an orgasm and laughter, because she claims they are too similar.

With sweet, long, wet kisses, Harvey slowly goes down the curve of her neck, deeply inhaling his wife's essence, knowing that with those kisses he is only intensifying the pleasant sensations in her, while she continues to laugh softly.

"Hey… You know you don't need to kiss me under any mistletoe to make this love true, don't you? You know very well that this is forever." She says in a soft, slow, loving voice, framing the side of his head with her hand, which found a room to rest on his collarbone, his face buried against her neck, her fingers scratching behind his ear.

Harvey smiles genuinely against her skin and she enjoys that feeling, wrapping her legs around his hips, not to let him escape. He gently lifts himself up with his torso, one arm supporting himself on the mattress, the fingers of his other hand tracing her jaw, until he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "I know." He responds with a smile so big it doesn't fit on his face and eyes shining, something that melts the redhead beneath him. "But I don't like tempting fate, nor do I want you to lose your tradition... And you should also know that I would never, ever miss an opportunity to kiss you." He adds this last sentence between kisses all over her face that make her giggle.

"Or fuck me." She purrs, bucking her hips against his, enjoying the swaggering smile that plays across his lips.

"It's almost impossible to resist this feeling." He grunts out in response, pulling out of her a little, to fill her completely again, enjoying how her body arches beneath him, enjoying the feeling of receiving him inside again.

"It's impossible. Delete the almost." She responds, reaching around his neck so he lands on her lips.

And nothing more needs to be said, as their lips join together, their bodies begin to dance to feel deeper and deeper, until the pleasure is stronger than the ability to reason.

It's fast, but at the same time smooth. Something they had only achieved together. Their bodies desperate for pleasure, but also wanting to extend the moment as long as possible.

Harvey trails a line of soft, tantalizing kisses along her collarbone, reveling in the soft gasps that escape her lips. "I wanna kiss you under every mistletoe. Actually, everywhere." He gasps with a chuckle, still rocking against her.

Donna's nails gently graze his back, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations in their wake. "Please do" She begs with a giggle, which is interrupted by a deep moan of pleasure.

Their bodies synchronize, seeking more. Donna helps herself with her own hand, when Harvey takes the pace that he knows she needs to explode soon, and neither of them wants to slow down now.

Harvey concentrates on her first, pounding into her as she enjoys herself, while tracing a path of kisses on the most erogenous areas of her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, going down to her breasts, until he rests on her lips and tangles his tongue with hers, to enjoy her liberating moans into his mouth.

Donna's body explodes completely beneath him, allowing herself to be carried away by the intense pleasure that eats through her and they don't always achieve it at the same time, particularly if she can't get close soon enough, but Harvey can never resist the sensation of Donna's sex contracting around his, almost forcing him to spill inside her. And in the midst of the deepest wave of pleasure Harvey holds onto the headboard of the bed to avoid crushing her completely and is left with the mistletoe in his hand, which will make them burst out laughing.

"Ok, I hope this doesn't break the magic." He says, almost crying with laughter.

"Nothing will break this between us, kiss me again." She demands, pushing him against her lips. "But kiss me every time we're under one anyway. Just in case." She adds, just before kissing the smile that forms on Harvey's lips at her words.


Happy New Year to everyone, I hope to see you here next year again!