She finds him in the kitchen, clad only in a pair of boxer briefs, flipping something in the pan on the stove before he turns down the flame, humming along with the song playing in the background.
Her heart melts, with the love and need she feels for him, both intensified by the mundane scene unfolding in front of her.
She approaches him with a few quick steps, wrapping her arms tightly around his middle, snuggling into him, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin under her fingertips and breathing in his distinctive scent.
It's only then that he notices her presence in the room and he reacts immediately, turning around in her embrace, leaning down to kiss her good morning.
The kiss quickly intensifies and he lifts her onto the kitchen island to have better access, to slip his hands under the smooth silk of her pajama top and unceremoniously pull it over her head.
"Someone's eager," Donna mumbles between kisses.
"I haven't touched you in, like, 8 hours," Harvey whines in justification, cupping her breasts to emphasize his point.
"Fair enough," she hums with a surrendering smile on her face and when Harvey leans in again she closes her eyes and meets him halfway.
Retreating his lips from her mouth a minute later, Harvey peppers her chest with kisses, moving to her breasts where he worships both her nipples in turn, showering them with equal attention as he sucks and flicks and nibbles on them, holding the globes firmly in both hands.
Donna's breath is already labored when she reaches for his crotch and teases his growing erection through his underwear, causing him to groan against her soft flesh. She pulls the waistband down with skilled fingers to free his cock, beginning to stroke him at the same time as he sweeps the fabric of her pajama shorts aside to start indulging her folds.
He groans at the wetness he finds there, and she moans loudly in return, both from his delicate touch and the twitch of his length in her hand.
And just like that they get carried away, her rhythmically stroking him as he repeatedly pumps two fingers into her, matching the rhythm she sets on his pulsating cock.
Until, suddenly, a startling smell floods her nostrils. Letting go of his cock in shock, she gently but firmly pushes him back with both hands, earning a terrified look from him.
"Harvey, I think something is burning badly in here."
"Fuck," he mutters, remembering the bacon he put in the oven earlier to serve with the scrambled eggs from the pan.
"Don't move," he orders before he jumps to the stove and opens the flap to be immediately enveloped in a dark cloud of smoke. Coughing, he grabs the potholder, trying to fan the smoke away, and pulls out the baking tray with the black stripes of meat, angrily setting it down on the countertop, cursing incoherently while Donna can't suppress her giggling in the background. The picture of a naked and aroused Harvey dashing through the kitchen just too bizarre to stay serious.
After fixing the worst of the damage, Harvey takes a deep breath to recollect himself and shift his focus back on what distracted him in the first place. With a smirk on his face, he turns back to Donna and excitedly observes the way she's sitting there in all her glory, waiting for him with her legs still spread, sans the shorts she must have gotten rid of while he was busy mending the mess.
"Where were we?" he murmurs seductively and approaches her again.
"You mean before you ruined our breakfast … and your boner?" she teases, motioning for his dick now dangling only half hard between his legs.
"Oh don't worry, nothing's ruined here," he grunts earnestly and gives her a wink as he squats down and starts eating her out with delight. Within seconds, he has Donna squirming again and himself rock hard and ready for her, so that he finally gets to continue with what they started before the unwelcome interruption.
Standing back up he pulls her further to the edge of the surface and kisses her hungrily, making her sigh as she tastes herself on his tongue. Holding on to her hips firmly, he positions himself at her entrance and fills her with one determined thrust that has her gasping and crying out his name as soon as he starts pounding into her relentlessly.
She clutches at his neck with one hand while the other is propped up behind her in a desperate search for support, trying to meet his every forward thrust in an angle that lets him hit her g-spot.
In a matter of minutes, they topple over the edge together, the little accident long forgotten as they catch wave after wave of their pleasure, until their sloppy movements eventually come to a halt.
With his forehead pressed against hers Harvey stares deep into Donna's eyes, relishing the familiar post-orgasm haze he finds there. Grabbing her face with both hands, his thumbs remove some strands of hair from her cheeks before he dives in to kiss her deeply.
Once they part again, his brows furrow with concern. "Can you do without bacon today?" he asks her. "I'm afraid we don't have any left."
Donna laughs. "Harvey, with you waking me up like this I couldn't care less about bacon or breakfast at all right now," she responds, giving his ass a playful slap. Her hands reach out to pull him closer, preventing him from slipping out of her, wanting to prolong the feeling of their intimate connection just a little while longer.