The beach becomes completely deserted by midnight. Donna is snuggled into Harvey's side while he has put his arm around her, stroking her back as they bathe in the moon's shimmering light.

Their honeymoon on this island is the best ten days of their life and they are so grateful for being able to experience paradise like that. The world around them is so beautiful, so calm and peaceful. It feels like a dream. No sound but the soft roar of the waves.

"Are you cold?" They are the first words spoken in the last twenty minutes.

Donna shakes her head lightly, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. This is perfect, so perfect. She doesn't mind the cool breeze that leaves goosebumps on her skin. Not as long as she can feel Harvey's warm body against hers.

Burrowing even more against him, Donna sighs and tilts her head, watching Harvey as her hand moves up to the side of his face. He nestles his cheek against her palm and closes his eyes. She has always loved the way he responds to her touch, often involuntarily.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

"Do I—?" Harvey laughs softly and glances at her sideways, smiling foolishly. "You're asking me if I believe in love at first sight?"

"Did I speak Finnish?" she jokes. "Yes."

"So, when I told you I wanted to marry you from the second I met you, you didn't listen," he says, amused, gently pinching her sides. She flinches, and he cackles, kissing the top of her head.

"That doesn't answer my question," Donna argues playfully, "because you said, 'whether I knew it or not,' which means there's a good chance you didn't know it back then."

Her smirk makes Harvey's heart stumble over itself. He smiles, before whispering into her hair, "I'm not sure I believe in love at first sight, but I believe I was destined to meet you, Donna Paulsen."

Harvey sighs deeply as he closes his eyes and inhales her scent. Her hand clasps his, and he squeezes it tenderly, threading his fingers through hers.

"What made you fall in love with me?" Donna raises another question, giggling at the groan he makes.

"Is this a trick question?" Harvey pulls back to look at her, a grin lighting up his face. "I feel like you're testing me."

He laughs, and she joins in, burying her head in the crook of his neck. When she meets his eyes again, they seem to shine brighter than neon lights.

"You can't fail, Harvey. You already got the girl," she quips. "I'm just curious."

"Well, I can't tell."

"You can't tell?" Donna smirks.

"No," he says, "because you…." Harvey stares down at their intertwined hands, toying with her fingers.

"What?" she asks, smiling at his soft caress.

He looks up, smiling back at her. "It wasn't a moment, Donna. I was instantly drawn to you, but love—" he grips her hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, right where the ring sparkles, "—came gradually."

Harvey sighs contentedly. When he continues speaking, his words come out as a soft rasp against her fingers. Donna ends up feeling the words more than hearing them, but what she feels is so much more.

"There's no end to it. I love you more each day," he coos.

The corners of Donna's mouth quirk in a lovesick smile, and she blinks, her eyes tearing. "I'm happy I still have that effect on you," she then says quite smugly, and her smile morphs into a grin.

Harvey chuckles. "Shut up!" Slowly, he slips his fingers free of hers, drawing out the touch as he watches Donna's eyes darken. "Is this what I get for saying something incredibly romantic?"

"Oh, you want me to appreciate that more?" Donna teases, smirking at him. "Is that it?"

She gently pushes him down on his back and hooks a leg over his torso. Her hand plays with Harvey's hair, fingers toying with the base of his neck in a way that sends shivers through his body.

She looks at him with her hazel eyes framed by ringlets of auburn hair falling from her head, and the intensity of her gaze makes time stop between them.

Harvey smoothes his hand down the small of her back, pulling her close. His other hand braces Donna's thigh, fingers exploring deep into the muscle first, then moving down to her knee and back up.

He sinks into a daze of adoration, loving the warm, secure feeling of having her so close. The smile on his lips is as deep and gentle as the emotion pouring from his heart.

When Harvey squeezes her leg, Donna feels the edge of his ring press against her flesh. A smile gets hold of her lips, flashing as bright as a ray of sunshine.

She clasps his hand and lifts it off her thigh to her face, so they both can see the plain gold wedding band gleaming on his finger. Donna never imagined herself to become sentimental over a silly ring, yet here she is.

Smoothing her hair from her face, Harvey grins slightly. He can sense her feelings, just as she can sense his, and he finds her cloying sentimentality to be amusing—but even more so, endearing.

"Did you ever think you'd end up becoming my wife when you approached me in that bar?" he asks, taking their conversation back to the beginning.

But Donna doesn't tell him whether she believes in love at first sight. Instead, she stares deep into his eyes and murmurs, "I still get ridiculously excited when you call me that."

Harvey's throat moves as he swallows. "I still can't believe you really are… my wife." He traces his fingers along Donna's jaw, watching her with a huge, loving smile. "I'm so goddamn lucky."

"I love this side of you," she confesses, feeling herself tear up. "Everyone knows how tough you are, but… I love that you're allowing yourself to be vulnerable with me. I know how difficult that must be for you."

"No," Harvey immediately responds. "You make it surprisingly easy." His compliment makes her glow. "You're blushing," he declares, causing Donna to laugh.

"I'm not," she claims, smirking.

"Keep telling yourself that." Harvey chuckles, brushing his lips across hers, closing his eyes when she responds to his kiss. Gentle, but fierce in a way.

Their lips are too busy to talk then, and they make love on the beach with the moonlit sky as their witness. Slow, sweet love. Tender, quiet, enduring love.

Afterward, they lie in each other's arms and gaze at the stars, Donna's cheek resting against Harvey's chest as she listens to the steady thudding of his heart. He bows his head and murmurs sweet nothings into her ear.

Donna slowly raises her body off the ground and looks at him, dragging one finger lazily across the bow of Harvey's mouth. As it passes over the fullness of his lower lip, his tongue flicks across the tip of her finger. She giggles and bends down to kiss him.

"So, are you ready?" she murmurs against his lips.

"Ready for what?"

"A little skinny-dip."

"Why don't we just stay here for a bit longer and—"

"Harvey, I got sand in places no one should even have sand."

"You're making it sound like it's my fault."

"It is your fault, lover boy," she counters, amusement crinkling the corners of her eyes.

"Did I force you to have sex with me?" he replies with a smug smirk. "You can't blame me for being irresistible."

Donna laughs, giving her head a slight toss, and smacks his chest lightly. "C'mon," she says, getting up. "Aren't you looking forward to more?"

As she flashes him a teasing smile, Harvey raises an eyebrow and shows his teeth in a big grin. "Are you suggesting another round?"

"Mm," she hums as she towers above him. "I'm just saying…" Donna slides her fingers slowly through her folds. Feeling the wetness, the heat, she moans with pleasure. "It's itching."

She gives Harvey a telling look, then shoots a wide smirk his way and turns around, laughing as she wanders off to where the sand meets the ocean. He shakes his head, amused, and gets up to follow her into the water.

The Maldives are often promoted as the last paradise on earth, but what paradise really means for him is having uninterrupted sex with his wife for days on end.