A/N: I wrote this fic inspired by a tweet from SANJUKTAKAR1: "Thinking about how in the wedding night Donna and Harvey got back and both were very hungry as for wedding they have completely forgot to eat properly so Donna overhears Harvey ordering Pizza asking "yeah add yellow tomatoes as my WIFE loves it" she comes in front of him smiling" and because adoringpaulsen tagged me to write it down. Thank you Dani for being my beta again! I hope you like it :)
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After Leaving the hospital, Donna and Harvey suddenly stop walking in unison in the middle of the sidewalk and fall silent, watching the busy traffic pass in front of them. Suddenly, they realize that they are officially married and have no idea what the next step is for tonight.
Harvey places his palm on Donna's upper back, against her skin, making her jump. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" the brand new wife asks, turning her head to look at Harvey.
He can't help but laugh a little at seeing her looking so pale. It dawns on him that she is just as lost as he is. "I wasn't saying anything," he says with a slight smile on his lips. "But I think we should decide where to sleep tonight, right?"
"Yes. Yes, of course," she responds, shaking her head, trying to snap back to reality.
"Are you feeling okay?" Harvey asks, trailing his fingers to her nape.
She giggles, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, yeah, sorry... I guess I'm just realizing what we've done."
"And, do you regret it?" he asks with a concern in his voice that suddenly alarms Donna.
"Harvey…" she murmurs sweetly, turning her whole body towards him. "I could never regret marrying you," she says, as she rests her hands on his chest, on the lapels of his jacket, and as a gust of wind ruffles her hair. Anyway, she can still see the smile breaking on Harvey's lips.
He carefully smoothes Donna's red hair, and she closes her eyes, letting the sensation wash over her. The world around her continues to spin quickly, but she is only aware of Harvey in front of her. "I'm sorry, I know you deserved better-" he whispers, a little guiltily, lowering his hands to wrap around her waist.
Donna can't help but smile as she opens her eyes again. "It was perfect. You're perfect," she tells him honestly, and he drops his forehead against hers. "I think we had already waited too long. Don't you think so?" The two of them laugh softly and close their eyes.
"You're perfect," he whispers.
"Yeah, I already knew that. I mean, you told me," she says with the smugness that characterizes her.
Harvey laughs and can't resist kissing her. "I guess now I'm married to the perfect woman."
"I'm sure you are," she responds, and this time it is her who kisses him.
Harvey urges her to deepen the kiss, moving one of his hands up to her neck, tangling his fingers in her hair. He pulls her into him, giving her no chance to escape, not that Donna wanted to escape anyway. The night breeze envelops them as they envelop each other with a mixture of love and strength, with the feeling that they have finally come this far.
They part, both gasping for air, and Harvey can't help but smile and bite his lower lip at the sight of Donna's wet, swollen lips and slightly smudged makeup.
"So..." she takes a deep breath. "Your condo will be fine for tonight."
"Good." He smiles lightly and kisses her briefly. "Ray is parked there," Harvey says, directing his gaze to his driver's car parked across the street.
Donna laughs, a little embarrassed. "I'll try to pretend that he didn't just witness us kissing like two teenagers."
They both laugh, and Harvey grabs Donna's hand, leading the way to Ray's car.
Upon arriving at Harvey's condo, they still feel somewhat lost in the new situation and act awkwardly, which only makes them laugh even more.
Nothing has changed compared to the night before, and yet everything has changed.
Donna slips off her shoes at the entrance of the condo, and Harvey can't help but feel his heart swell with tenderness as he once again notices the height difference between them. He closes the door behind them, and before Donna can walk away, he grabs her wrist and spins her around until their bodies gently collide. He wraps his arm around her shoulders, and she tilts her head back to kiss him.
"My first request for this marriage to work is that you don't wear heels inside the house," he murmurs against her lips, and she giggles, pressing her lips against his again.
"Will you give me massages when my neck hurts from having to do this to kiss you?" she asks playfully.
"Yeah, because that will mean we'll be kissing a lot," he says with the same joyous expression a child has on Christmas morning, making Donna laugh. After a soft kiss, they wrap themselves around each other. Donna fits herself against his body, embracing his waist, and he holds her tightly, wrapping her head in his hand. It's tender, gentle, and domestic. They sway foolishly from side to side, breathing calmly, allowing themselves to be enveloped by each other's essence.
"We're married," he whispers in her ear, making her chuckle.
"We are," she responds and squeezes her body closer to his.
"And what do we do now?" he asks, kissing her temple.
"Hmmm..." she pulls away slightly, so she can look at him. "Actually, I don't know," she says, laughing.
"But you always know everything," he says, also laughing.
"Well... not this time," she responds with a shrug. "I guess we can do whatever we want."
"Hmmm..." He chuckles, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as his eyes dilate, pressing Donna against him with his hands on her butt.
"What do you want?" she asks in a teasing whisper, playing along as she bites her bottom lip.
"If I'm being honest..." he grunts and pushes her harder against him. "I want to make love to my wife."
"And what are you waiting for?" she smirks, feeling the anticipation.
Harvey doesn't answer, he simply scoops her up in his arms and starts carrying her bridal style to the bedroom, with her laughing out loud in his embrace. "We're not doing this."
"Oh, yes, we are."
"I never thought you'd be into these traditions."
He shrugs his shoulders. "We had an unconventional enough wedding, we can embrace some traditions..." He says, gently laying her down on the mattress. "And with you..." He adds, settling on top of her. "There are things I don't want to miss." He concludes, and before Donna can form a response, their lips are occupied with kissing each other.
Much later, they both collapse on the mattress again, thoroughly aroused, naked, sweaty, and breathless.
"I don't know who said that married sex is boring," Harvey says, laughing, enveloped in a bubble of happiness as he reaches for his wife's hand.
"I don't think they were talking about their wedding night, Harvey," she responds, also laughing, because his laughter is contagious and she feels so incredibly happy.
"So you think?" he murmurs, smooching her hand.
She shrugs her shoulders. "I guess we'll find out later."
"I hope it's a long time from now if we ever do." He responds, and after giving him a kiss on the shoulder, she gets up to go to the bathroom.
When Donna emerges from the bathroom, dressed in one of Harvey's T-shirts, her panties, barefoot, and with her hair hastily tied up in a bun, she finds Harvey wearing only his black underwear. And the first thing she does, almost instinctively, is lower her eyes to admire his butt, feeling a silly urge to bite him. She laughs to herself because Harvey drives her crazy, and it's just that his rounded, sculpted ass, a result from hours spent at the gym, always turns her on every single time.
"A large mozzarella pizza, please," Harvey says on the phone, after realizing that neither of them has eaten anything for several hours.
"Anything else?" the voice on the other end of the line asks, as Donna steps closer to stand beside him.
"Yeah, add some yellow tomatoes. My wife loves them," Harvey says, his Cheshire cat smile lighting up his face, the one that never fails to make her heart melt. Donna smirks and rests her elbows on the counter, leaning forward slightly, as if that simple act could shield her from feeling like a silly teenager in front of her husband. "I just referred to you as my wife," he chuckles, his smile growing wider, and for a brief moment, the overwhelming wave of emotions hits her so hard that she feels like crying.
Harvey ends the phone conversation and steps closer to his wife, mirroring her position next to her.
"So..." she takes a deep breath, lifting her head to meet his gaze. "Is it going to be a new habit, calling me your wife?"
His smile widens, his eyes crinkling with joy, and Donna can't resist lightly tracing her fingers over the moles on Harvey's eyebrow. "Perhaps," he replies, wrapping his fingers around Donna's wrist. "And is it going to be a new habit for you to get emotional every time I say it?"
She lets out a soft laugh. "We've only been married for a few hours, and you've already said it three times. The third time's the charm, I had to shed a tear," she murmurs, closing her eyes and allowing a tear to escape. Harvey catches the tear with his thumb as it trails down her cheek.
"Come here," he requests, straightening up once again, and she nods, fitting herself against his body. "Having you wear my t-shirts frequently is also a requirement in the marriage contract," he chuckles softly, and she kisses his neck. "It's incredible how sexy you look in them."
"And the part where you flirt with me daily, that's a necessity in the marriage contract too," she says, pulling back slightly. "And don't forget about ordering yellow tomatoes on the pizza for your wife," Donna adds, standing on her tiptoes. "I think I'm quite fond of this whole being your wife thing."
Harvey laughs and tightens his hold around her waist. "Do you really think so?"
She nods, her gaze dropping to his lips. "I'll need a kiss to be 100% certain." He laughs once more, knowing he can never deny her a kiss.
The pizza doesn't take long to arrive. They open a bottle of wine and sit on the sofa, with the pizza box in the middle and their feet on the coffee table.
"Probably no one would believe that this was our wedding night dinner," Harvey says with a laugh as he tries to untangle a string of cheese that falls from his slice of pizza.
Donna laughs and rests her foot on his leg. "Where's my phone?"
"Why do you need your phone now?"
"Let's take a picture. We'll need proof," she says, and they both laugh. "I also want a memory." She finishes eating the last bite of her slice, takes a sip of wine, and stands up to search for her phone.
Harvey slumps against the back of the sofa, momentarily lost in the domestic scene before him. Donna, wearing only his T-shirt, paces around his home, looking as if she owns the place.
"Here's my phone," she says, snapping him out of his thoughts, and quickly returns to the couch. She sits down next to him and hugs him from the side, making him pose for several photos. Some are taken with smiles, others showcasing their rings, and some capturing their laughter, funny faces, glances, and kisses. "Here we have our wedding album," Donna says with a laugh, setting her cell phone aside.
"Very glamorous," he responds, laughing along, and she sits behind him, wrapping her legs around his hips and sliding her arms under his. Donna's hands seek to feel his heartbeat against his chest.
"Our work has forced us to be glamorous for far too long," she says, pressing a kiss on his cheek. "I like that this is different." She murmurs, resting her chin on his shoulder. He reaches for one of her hands and places a kiss on it as well.
"Yes, you're right," he responds, turning his head to kiss her lips. "And now, I'll eat the last slice of pizza while you cling to me like a monkey." He says seriously, eliciting a hearty laugh from Donna. "This may not be how I envisioned it, but right now, I can't think of a way to make it better." He adds, leaning forward to where the pizza box is and grabbing the last slice.
"If I come up with an idea to make it better..." she says after Harvey takes the first bite.
"Tell me..."
"Give me the three yellow tomatoes from your slice."
He frowns. "But those are mine."
"We're married now. Do you know what that means?" Donna tightens her hold around him, nuzzling her face against his neck.
"No..."
"It means there are no longer 'yours' and 'mine.' Everything is shared. Besides, you think those yellow tomatoes are silly." He rolls his eyes and picks up one of the tomatoes, raising his hand so she can take a bite. "Oh god, if I can convince you that easily, there's no doubt that this marriage will truly work." She says, taking the tomato from his fingers with her mouth, while she listens to his laugh. "Two left..." she murmurs, kissing his temple after swallowing. Harvey gives her the second tomato. And the third one as well.
"Now you can finish off the rest of the pizza," she says, tightening her hold on him and resting her cheek against his back.
"God… I'll definitely be the whipped one here," he says, trying to sound annoyed, but deep down it doesn't bother him at all.
"Yes, you always have been," she whispers, laughing, and feels him laugh in response.
Harvey finishes the last slice of pizza, with Donna still wrapped around him.
When he's done, the silence wraps them. And they don't feel the urge to break the moment at all.
As they sit together, they realize that this is just the beginning of their journey as husband and wife. There will be challenges and uncertainties along the way, but side by side, they know they can overcome anything.
At that moment, surrounded by the remnants of their wedding improvised feast and the warmth of their love, Harvey and Donna feel a sense of peace and happiness they had never known before. Together, they are ready to face whatever lies ahead, as they always did. But this time, it's better.