A/N: I'm a sucker for silly fluff, so I had to get this out... Trying my hand at writing another ship in a new fandom is honestly quite nerve-wracking. I'd appreciate it if you guys could give me some feedback. Hopefully, I did these characters justice :')
Minor spoiler: I had the condo-house argument in my head for the longest time, trying to figure out what feels more in character, but I settled on a single-family home because it creates a world of possiblities and future domestic fics (if I dare to even go there/you'd want me to lol)
Massive thanks to Ali (twt evialivea) for beta'ing and encouraging me to post this.
Their Victorian home is located in one of Seattle's most coveted neighborhoods. As they enter the grand foyer through the front door, they are transported to a bygone era, with the history and intricate craftsmanship evident in every detail of the residence.
Donna takes a minute to soak in the woodsy smell, enjoying the distinct and evocative scent of walnut that emanates from the interior. Then she drops her handbag on the small bench seat by the entrance, redirecting her attention toward the living room.
Her eyes gravitate toward the period-style fireplace before her gaze fixates on the large picture windows. They not only flood the space with natural light, casting a warm and inviting glow, but also showcase its unique original architectural details.
She spins around in the center of the room, arms extended, making her dress whirl. "You know what this means, right?" she tells Harvey. She ends her spin in a ballerina pose, head tilted like a coquette. "We're finally moving in together... Like, officially."
She still has a hard time adjusting to the reality that this house, this city, is her home now. And even more perplexing is the realization that the man staring at her, looking infinitely pleased, the man she's known for over a decade, is now her husband.
When she became his wife, Donna imagined things would continue more or less like they always had. She never believed marriage would change anything fundamental about their union. She has always been in love with Harvey Specter. Deeply, she thought. And yet marrying him has lowered the last barriers between them, allowing for an intimacy she has never experienced before.
Her heart aches with so much love and happiness that she wonders if it is even possible for a heart to. She loves him as she has never loved anyone else. Right now, right here in this moment, she's convinced he is, in fact, the only one she has ever loved at all.
She knew instinctively, she thinks, that very first time she saw him. She remembers the sudden clutching in her gut when she looked into his eyes and the strange feeling that she knew him. She has known him. She has known him on some primal level that told her this is the man for her, the man she loves. Just looking at him makes her smile so wide she seems to have at least a hundred teeth.
"Isn't that why we got married in the first place?" Harvey quips. "So we can officially move in together and find new ways to annoy each other?" His smile grows until his lips can't stretch anymore, and the white of his teeth sparkles like a neon sign.
All this time, he thought he was madly in love with Donna Paulsen. But now, as she stands there, radiating a happiness that exceeds all the other joyful expressions that he has ever seen on her face, he recognizes it was just a prolonged crush.
Because the truth is, marrying her altered the very fabric of his existence. This is what being really in love must feel like. He is almost afraid of the depth of what he feels for her. Hell, he never thought he was even capable of loving someone that much.
It's a feeling of being cocooned in each other's presence, something so special that language falters in its attempt to capture its essence. As if love itself unfurls new dimensions within him, a phenomenon both unsettling and the most wonderful experience he's ever encountered.
Donna snorts before emitting a soft giggle. "Oh, this is so exciting," she exclaims with a delighted squeal, clapping her hands together.
Harvey's eyes crinkle at the corners as he laughs. "You haven't even seen it all yet." Without missing a beat, he seizes her hand, intertwining their fingers as he leads the way into the kitchen. "Et voilà, la cuisine," he says in perfect French—well, it sounds perfect to Donna—and she finds that strangely erotic.
She ignores the new, exciting stuff around her for a moment and looks him up and down. Takes in that hunky yet streamlined body, all raw masculinity—that long Henley, with the sleeves rolled up, that is snug to his form and tucked neatly into dark blue jeans, his handsome face, and that soft, almost fluffy hair.
Her heart begins to canter, and her mouth is dry when Harvey meets her gaze. Every drop of moisture in her body has been busy heading south. Her tongue is stuck to the roof of her mouth and darts out to wet her lips as she tries to form a thought, a word. A sound.
It seems to satisfy him tremendously because a smug smirk claims his face as he starts to speak, "Donna…" Her name trips so deliciously off his tongue that it makes every single cell in her body tingle.
His eyes darken in an oh-so-familiar way as he leisurely takes in her warm face and neck. Then he steps forward and slowly wraps his arms around her, bringing her against his chest. When he kisses her, coaxing her lips open enough to play inside them, Donna moans into his mouth, sensation rippling through her, her muscles contracting greedily.
He pulls back to look into her eyes and smiles. One of his beautiful heart-stoppingly perfect crooked smiles, as if he just found gold at the end of a rainbow, and she can't help but respond with a sweet giggle. It's the one Harvey loves more than anything.
"It feels so strange finally being here, doesn't it?" she notes, and he nods, his smile morphing into a slight grin. "But at the same time, it feels—"
"Amazing," he finishes that thought. "I mean, this place does look pretty great, huh?"
The gourmet kitchen is a chef's dream, featuring an open and inviting layout and combining modern convenience with a nod to the home's historic charm. The focal point of the kitchen is the central island, complete with two stools for dining—already one of Donna's favorite things about the house.
She can picture herself preparing a meal, sitting down with Harvey to have dinner or with Rachel to enjoy a glass of wine, maybe just reading a book. But the most prominent image flashing before her eyes, the one that leaves a lasting impression, is that of her naked body sprawled across the countertop with her husband trapped between her legs.
"So much to do here," Donna murmurs as she taps her fingers along the island's decorative molding.
Harvey studies her expression, notices the slight raise of her eyebrow, and reads her mind, pleased with what he finds. He thought about it too when he was here the first time, and the realtor pointed out the smoothness of the white granite surface.
Adjacent to the kitchen is a cozy and intimate dining area with built-in window seating, creating a perfect nook for moments of relaxation, and a spacious dining table to host several guests. Moving beyond, they find a den with a casual bar overlooking the backyard.
Exploring every corner of this house takes Harvey back to the place he left behind. His New York condo, reminiscent of a sleek bachelor pad, featured understated yet modern furniture. A sophisticated aesthetic, with clean lines and abundant good taste.
This—this is a true home, a space where one might envision raising kids, starting a family, complete with the joyous chaos of dogs adding to the warmth and vibrancy of the household.
Not that he ever entertained the idea of having kids, but…
Well, there's a first time for everything.
•••
The main bedroom on the second floor boasts coffered ceilings and a gas fireplace with a Fir mantle and honed black granite surround. The large walk-in closet offers custom cherry cabinets, built-in shelving, and drawers, providing ample storage space.
The lavish bathroom features honed soapstone countertops, vintage tile flooring, an oversized soaking tub with a view, heated floors, a tile shower with dual shower heads, and custom Fir cabinetry, creating a luxurious and spa-like ambiance.
"You know, when I trusted you to find us a house, this is so not what I expected," Donna remarks, her chuckle turning into a dreamy sigh.
It truly feels as if she has stepped into a new chapter of her life, surrounded by an atmosphere that's both thrilling and unfamiliar. The excitement coursing through her makes her wish for the ability to peek into the future, just a few pages ahead, to catch a glimpse of the unfolding story without spoiling the entirety of what lies ahead.
"You saw the pictures. Signed off on it," Harvey reminds her, amused. "You knew what to expect."
"Yeah, but seeing it in person… Like this?" She checks out the other two bedrooms. "It's kinda overwhelming."
They made a deal before moving to Seattle: he got to pick the house, after she gave her approval, of course; she got to pick the furniture—deeming her taste unquestionable, she decided she didn't need his approval.
Her sole encounters with the house were confined to photographs, captured before it was adorned with furniture. The reality unfolding before her eyes, a transformation from bare images to this beautifully furnished space, now surpasses any preconceptions.
"Are you gonna thank me properly?" he asks, half in earnest, half in jest, observing the subtle shifts in Donna's expression as she peeks into the full bathroom, spotting even more things she loves.
"Thank you for what, Harvey?" she feigns innocence.
"Finding you the perfect house."
Donna sports her signature grin that begins with her eyes and takes over her face. "You know the answer to that, darling," she teases, making him cackle.
Their tour leads them to the third floor, where the top of the stairs opens up into an expansive great room. Caught off guard by what she sees, Donna stops dead in her tracks, eliciting a grunt from Harvey as he crashes into her back.
He looks at her, then smirks at her stunned expression. "We can use this for entertaining. You know, put a projector on the ceiling, a screen right there, ... Or we can turn this place into another bedroom," he tells her, pushing past her into the vast open space.
"You didn't show me any pictures of this room," she says. She isn't complaining, however. Not one bit. "Why didn't you show me this before?"
"Because of that."
With a gentle, almost reverent gesture, Harvey reaches out and tenderly gestures toward her, his fingers tracing an invisible line that follows the contours of her face.
"Because I love getting to surprise you every once in a while." His voice is soft and low, his smile intimate and sweet in a way that makes everything else in the room—in the whole wide world—disappear.
"Now, look, you've got a wet bar over here, a wood stove over there, plenty of seating arrangements… But my favorite part—" he walks over to the sliding doors that span the western wall, "—is this."
With a flourish, he opens the doors to reveal a sun deck adorned with ship's railing and crafted from rich ironwood decking. The outdoor haven bathed in sunlight offers unobstructed sweeping views of the city, the Olympics, Space Needle, and Puget Sound.
Donna gasps softly at the sight, his name dropping from her lips in nearly a whisper. "Harvey…"
She steps outside, almost as if in a trance, crosses to the rail, and tucks her arms around herself as she stares into the distance, admiring the view.
Harvey curls his arms around her slender figure, locking her in his embrace, then kisses the side of her neck. It is a sensual, loving kiss, and Donna can't help but moan softly at the sweet gesture.
Closing her eyes, she tilts her head back and leans against Harvey's chest. She can feel the heat of his hand through the fabric of her dress as it settles on her stomach, and she places her hand on his arm, her fingers dancing over the fine, crisp hair of his forearm.
"The backyard still needs a bit of work," he mentions after a moment of silence.
Donna opens her eyes and turns her head to look at him. "Does that mean you're gonna whip out the tool belt and get all hot and sweaty for me?"
He huffs a laugh. "Aren't you a woman who gets shit done herself?" he says teasingly.
"That I am," she smirks, "but, you know, sometimes, a woman like me simply enjoys watching her man do all the work for her."
She smiles salaciously as she threads his fingers into his hair, raking her nails over his scalp in exactly the way he likes, the simple action creating a path of goosebumps to break out along his skin. Then she blesses his lips with the sweet imprint of her own, a little peck that makes Harvey's heart race.
He can't fathom why the simplest touch of her can cause his head to spin, but he likes the feeling. He hates losing control. But when she makes him feel like this, when she makes him lose himself in these moments, he doesn't care.
When Donna reverts to leaning her back against him, Harvey tries to pull her even closer. He rests his chin on her head and looks out over the city, holding her.
"You know what's funny?" she begins, "This is a pretty big house for two people who spend most of their time at work," and it makes both of them laugh.
"Maybe we should reconsider that," he says quietly into her ear, sighing against her neck.
Confusion makes her brow furrow and she turns in his arms, staring at him. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, Donna," he smirks.
"I… Are you suggesting…" Her mouth falls open, then closes. Then opens again as she says, "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"I'm not suggesting anything," he replies nonchalantly. "I'm just thinking."
"Oh, no, no, no, Harvey," she counters, her voice breaking with a kind of laugh. "You're never not just thinking. In fact, sometimes, you don't even think at all."
"Okay, now I'm offended," he exclaims, stressing the last word in mock indignation.
Donna disregards his playful remark and flashes him a lopsided smile. "Do you still have the list?"
Harvey pulls the piece of paper out of his jeans pocket and unfolds it, the words presenting themselves in Donna's elegant handwriting.
"Condo pros: urban amenities, lower maintenance, shared facilities. Cons: HOA fees, limited outdoor space, less privacy, annoying neighbors," he reads aloud.
She gently snatches the list from his hands and continues, "House pros: complete control over structural and aesthetic decisions, more privacy and space. Cons: Can be pricey; maintenance is your own responsibility."
Donna studies the words, furrowing her brow as if in deep thought. "Mm, so where do we put…" There's a moment's pause, then— "Ideal for starting a family."
Harvey's lips twist into a wicked grin as he locks eyes with her. "We'd need a lot of practice."
"So excessive noises means no neighbors," she comments wryly, making him chuckle. "And I would want our kids to be able to play outside, so…"
"Kids?" He cocks an eyebrow at her. "As in plural?"
She looks at him with what she figures has to be a goofy smile on her face but remains silent. He knows what she's thinking, though. Whatever happens, they're in this together. They always have been.
"You know, we might have to get them a dog, and since condos have pet restrictions, I guess that puts it right here on the list," he says, tapping what reads 'house pros' with the tip of his finger.
"What about you, Harvey? Do you want a pet?" Donna asks, amused.
"I have Mike."
He pauses briefly.
"Maybe." He shrugs. "I never thought I would. But I also never thought I'd move to Seattle to work for the good guys and live in a house, talking about having children with you, Donna Paulsen. My wife."
"Right," she draws out the word, letting the list drop to the floor as she curls her fingers around his neck, "Tell me again how that feels."
Her gentle tug brings his lips back to hers. She feels the kiss spark at the lips, then flow smoothly throughout her body, transported through her bloodstream, liquid and hot, up and down and swirling in her center.
Harvey kisses her tenderly like she initiates, but then with more passion. The moment is so deliciously wonderful—the flick of his tongue against hers, the circling motion—that a loud moan escapes from somewhere deep inside her.
Desire ricochets within the walls of Harvey's body, painful in its force. He eases a hand under her dress and inches his way up, moving his fingers so expertly that Donna arches her back off the railing. He makes an appreciative noise in his throat, and she feels the vibration on his lips.
"How about I show you," he whispers hoarsely, his breath hot against her skin as he starts kissing his way down the curve where her neck spreads out and joins her shoulder.
Dipping a finger inside her panties, he finds her wet and ready. Donna's spine goes weak, and Harvey braces her with an arm around her waist, pulling her up tight against him. In lockstep, he crosses the sun deck until her back is pressed against the outer wall of the building.
When she puts her hand on his erection and rubs it gently through the constraining denim, his mind ceases functioning in the tidal wash of feeling that surges up from his loins. He removes his fingers from her heat, air rushing out of his lungs in a fast gush, and he moans, tilting his head back.
Her fingers are already stroking him before Harvey even realizes she's unbuttoned his pants and pulled the last bit of clothing down. He lifts her into the air, and she wraps her legs around his hips, her eyes riveted on his as he pushes her dress up, just enough, and tugs the crotch of her panties to the side.
Clutching at his shoulders first, Donna tightens her arms around his neck, simply trying to hang on. He nips at her earlobe before drawing it into his mouth and laving the tender skin with his tongue. His kisses are making her dizzy, his hard cock pressing against her wet folds. She gasps as it grazes her clit.
Shifting her in his arms, he slides into her, and even though Donna expected that move, it makes her cry out his name in the throes of passion. The intimate touch and the sound of his name murmuring sweetly from her throat drives Harvey crazy.
Bracing her against the wall, he thrusts into her, a smooth, hard stroke that goes deep. She meets each thrust with a moan and moves in time with his rhythm. He sucks in air several times, like he was saved from drowning, and starts to thrust harder.
Pulling away from the heat of their kiss that intoxicates her even more, Donna sinks her teeth into his shoulder, stifling her cries. Harvey's knees almost give way when her fingers scratch a path down his back, pressing, teasing, arousing.
He grips her more tightly as he loses himself in a lust-blinded frenzy, drives into her again and again, making her body jolt from the pure pleasure of it. Moaning loudly, she digs her nails deep into his skin as she comes. He releases a guttural roar, reaching his climax, and buries his face in the curve of her neck.
They both breathe heavily, enjoying the aftermath of their explosive lovemaking. Harvey draws her scent deep into his lungs, not pulling out just yet. Instead, he rolls his hips into hers again, teasingly slow, sending another wave of pleasure through Donna's body.
His gaze meets hers and he grins, running his hands through her fiery red hair. "Mm," he hums, "I think we're off to a great start."
Donna chuckles softly as she smoothes damp hair off his forehead. A loving smile crosses her face. "I love you," she says huskily, caressing his cheek as she stares deep into his eyes.
A tiny flutter darts across the pit of Harvey's stomach. It happens every single time she looks at him that way. Smiling back, he murmurs, "I love you too," before his mouth seeks hers and he whispers against her lips, "Welcome to Seattle."