Donna's cheeks warm as Harvey lips brush against her neck with a soft murmur. He's teasing her like it's any other lazy Sunday afternoon, the two of them piled on the couch, her with a book while he 'watches' sports or a documentary, anything he can feign interest in until his hands start to wander.

In the privacy of their own home, she always secretly smiles when she feels him start to shift, a tell-tale sign he's getting restless and will soon move his attention to her neck or breasts, innocently kissing or groping, languishing in the foreplay.

Sometimes she turns the tables and teases him back, other times she simply enjoys the build up until neither can wait any longer and they're too desperate to even make it off the couch.

She loves those Sundays, but with their busy schedules they aren't every weekend. Today, for instance, they're not in the privacy of their own home. They're at the airport, standing in front of the board, waiting for their gate information with swarms of people around. She expects him to lift his mouth and move back, but instead, his arms snake around her waist from behind, turning her cheeks a deeper shade of pink.

When they first started seeing each other, she was surprised to learn that Harvey isn't as stringent about PDA as she thought he would be. Out walking or shopping, he'll catch her hand, or in restaurants, when it's his turn to pay the check, he'll often give her a chaste kiss as he leaves the table. He isn't shy about letting the whole world know they're together, and her heart still flutters at all his subtle but meaningful gestures.

However, since he woke up prematurely at 4am, nothing about his advances have been subtle. He stirred her awake with sex, tried to coax it from her again in the shower-which she was far too tired for-and during the Uber to the airport, his hand had been an almost permanent fixture, rubbing circles up and down her thigh.

By the time they checked in their luggage, grabbed some breakfast, and browsed a few shops, she assumed a lack of sleep would have started to calm his libido, but she has to clutch his fingers as his thumb skirts dangerously close to the underside of her breasts. "Harvey."

"Hmmmm…"

He hums, seemingly oblivious to the busy airport around them.

"Were in public." She reminds him with a light nudge.

"I noticed." He kisses below her ear again, and he gets the desired effect of her grip squeezing him tighter.

Their gate number flashes up on the screen, and she detangles their hands to collect her luggage handle. When she doesn't feel him follow, she turns on her heel, catching worry pitted deep within his gaze. She steps toward him, her mouth dipping into a frown. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He quickly shakes his head, grabbing his case and wheeling around her.

She stares after him confused. Even though she's known him for over a decade, being married has unlocked a deeper level of intimacy, and on rare occasions she faces a reaction or look she hasn't come across before and needs to unpack.

Quickly catching up to his fast strides, she notes his death grip on the handle of his case, and instead of taking them close to the boarding station, he seats them as far away as possible in the gate's lounge. He lumps himself in a plastic chair, and she sits down next to him, piecing the clues together. "You're scared of flying."

"Don't be ridiculous." He swings his gaze away but can feel Donna's eyes on the anxious twitch in his knee, and he mumbles through his embarrassment. "I'm afraid of crashing. Completely different."

She smirks at his stubbornness, but at the same time wonders how she didn't know this about him. Or maybe she did. Thinking back, he's always been hesitant to fly. When he went to see his Mother for the first time, Jessica when she was in Chicago, Marcus when he was having marital problems… She always just assumed he was nervous about arriving at the destination, and she feels guilty for missing something so obvious. "I didn't know. I'm sorry, Harvey."

Her apology knocks the wind out of him. He didn't expect her to. The few times flying has been a necessity he's traveled alone. Even to Seattle. She wanted to spend a few days with her family before making the move so he went over early. This time, with Donna by his side, he didn't expect his anxiety to flare up. He thought he'd be fine, and if anyone deserves an apology, it's his wife. "I should have told you. I didn't think… I thought—"

He fumbles, and she knows exactly what he thought—that she would distract him from the fear. Which explains why he hasn't been able to keep his hands off her. With a smile, she slides her fingers over his knuckles, coaxing them of his case, and clasping his palm. "I'm right here," she says softly.

He relaxes with a slow exhale, his body tingling with adrenaline as she rests her head on his shoulder. Her breath flutters against his neck, and all he can think about is kissing her senseless, devouring her until he's too exhausted to worry about being thousands of feet in the air.

His mouth captures her lips, and this time she doesn't care who's watching as his free hand sinks into her waist. Joining the mile high club isn't a stop on her agenda, but she can certainly keep him occupied until they check into their hotel in New York.

He pulls back with a pant, and she cups his jaw, raising an eyebrow. "Does flying always make you this promiscuous?" she teases.

Heat floods beneath his collar. He's never made the correlation before, but when he was forced to travel in his bachelor days, he did find himself more frisky going to and from airports. Fortunately, his past flirtations aren't something he needs to hide. Donna knows who he was back then, but she also knows who he is now, and a genuine grin lightens his worry. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"On the contrary." She smiles back. "Maybe we should book more trips away."

Her arms hang loosely around his neck, her thumb skimming his fine hair. But his entire body tenses when the PA system sounds.

Now boarding flight United UA 2323 to Newark Liberty international. Please have your boarding passes ready.

"Hey." Donna drops her palms to his shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. "Pilots are trained. They have families, people waiting for them at the end of a shift. They don't take risks, not like we do."

He's never tried to rationalize his fear before, but she has a point. In their line of work, bluffing is a necessity, and even though things can still go wrong with the plane, thousands of people take that chance every day, usually without incident. Instantly feeling calmer, he clutches his luggage with a lighter grip.

"You know what might help?" she says as they stand, slowly trailing her free hand down his chest. "Maybe we could do some role play at the hotel. You can be a sexy steward and I'll be the pilot, show you there's nothing to worry about for the flight back."

He laughs at the unconventional switch, but hell, if it involves her naked and curing his fear of flying, he'll play whichever role she wants.