A/N: This one was inspired by this tweet /itcouldbedarvey/status/1758145595825332522
Harvey strips himself off his boxers and enters the misty bathroom. He can detect Donna's form through the thick steam in the shower and almost gasps at the sight. Hands propped up against the wall, she allows the water to cascade down her back and run lazily down the length of her long, shapely legs.
Completely mesmerized by her quiet, unassuming beauty, he stares at her for a while before he steps into the shower behind her. She doesn't move, doesn't even seem to acknowledge his presence, and it brings a smirk to his face.
Typical Donna, he thinks as he gathers her in his arms. With a deep intake of air, she finally admits his company, and he smiles and nuzzles her neck, inhaling deeply. Her scent is intoxicating.
"What took you so long?" Donna asks in a hushed voice and turns in his arms and into his mouth. She kisses him hard, and drinks in the sweetness of his lips as the water falls over them, looking for a way to come between them. There isn't the smallest space to be found.
Harvey feels her melting into his flesh, as though she wants to become one with him, and he runs his hands down the curve of her spine, to the roundness of her buttocks and back up again. He shifts his hips against Donna's, brings his aching erection against the V of her thighs and all the desire he feels comes back at him in her gasp.
Gently, he plants Donna against the cool tile wall of the shower and lifts her until her legs are wrapped around his waist. He captures her lips, which part as the tip of his tongue runs the seam of them. Her breath huffs out as he invades her mouth, devouring it, owning it, possessing.
He pulls back and lifts his hand to cup her jaw. He teases, pressing maddeningly light kisses on her lips instead of that explosive, carnal kiss of before. His torturous ways drive Donna crazy, bringing out an animalistic, deep and low primal growl.
She runs her hands up his arms, over his shoulders, around his neck, and into his hair as she pulls him closer, her thighs clamping around Harvey's waist. He gently suckles at her collarbone, teasing her flesh and setting her body aflame. The tip of his shaft teases her entrance, and she wants to scream.
"Harvey," she cries out and closes her eyes, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip so hard she almost draws blood. He chuckles deeply in response, his breath hot against her throat.
"You want to feel me inside you?" he murmurs, watching her eyes and face to see the effect his words have on her.
"Yes. God, yes," she pants breathlessly, gripping his shoulders and digging her nails deep into his skin.
He moans with pain – or pleasure, Donna isn't sure which – and there, at that moment, Harvey buries himself to the hilt in her warmth with one powerful thrust. It feels so right, so perfect. He gives a shuddering groan.
"That's it, baby," he rasps. "Does that feel good? My cock in your pussy?" She whimpers in reply, and he catches her cries of pleasure in his mouth.
Going slow and deep, his feet braced on the wet floor of the shower, Harvey builds a rhythm. He sinks so deep into her he doesn't know where he ends and she begins. The steam rises around them, the warm jets of water intensifying the feeling of their connection.
He stares into her eyes as he takes her against the shower wall. Donna clutches him as tightly as she can, clinging to him as he thrusts into her again and again, and again. Her body becomes a conglomeration of seemingly unrelated parts, and she braces her hand against the wall beside her.
"I've got you," Harvey whispers hoarsely, gripping her hips even tighter.
That he does.
He has her body. Her heart.
Her very soul.
"I know," Donna breathes, her voice so soft, so quiet, almost inaudible.
She smoothes wet hair off Harvey's damp forehead, her touch lingering there as she smiles lovingly at him. His hair is soft, unlike his facial hair. She traces the curve of his jaw, running her fingers along the hair growth, and notes the difference. He is so fascinating.
"I love you so much," she says huskily.
A tiny flutter darts across the pit of Harvey's stomach from the way she looks at him. He smiles back, a genuine, unguarded smile that rarely graces his face in the presence of other people. It's the one only Donna gets to see.
"I love you too," he rasps, his voice thick with emotion.
Before his words can fully fade, his mouth seeks hers in a deep kiss that grows more frantic with every passing breath. Harvey swallows her small moans, then her higher-pitched cries as she stiffens and her inner muscles convulse around him.
Donna comes apart, shattering in his arms, and he catches her and holds her even as he comes, too, his neck arching backward with a guttural growl of masculine release.
They stay like that, gasping and holding each other as the hot spray falls against their intertwined bodies. It's only then that Harvey realizes how tightly he is grasping her bottom. He eases his grip as he brushes kisses across Donna's throat to her jaw and then her lips.
She fists a handful of his hair and holds him there as she kisses him back. Harvey smiles against her lips, kissing her again before reluctantly withdrawing from her, letting her feet slide to the floor.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks quietly, still out of breath.
"No," she murmurs, smiling as she raises his hands to her mouth and feathers her lips across his knuckles. "I love feeling you claim what's yours."
Harvey chuckles softly. "C'mere," he says, almost whispering, as he reaches for the shampoo.
He is infinitely tender as he washes Donna's hair, as he then massages conditioner into it; and she feels utterly boneless as he lathers up the sponge and begins to rub it across her skin.
Touching her like that makes him smile. He never felt anything as soft as her wet skin. It glows as if lit from within, like a pearl or precious jewels on display under a spotlight in a store window.
As he ends his ministrations with a kiss to her nose, guiding her to stand under the showerhead, Harvey's heart fills with a love so deep he never thought existed. It's hard to believe he's the one who got to marry her.
Donna returns the favor, gently working shampoo into a lather in his hair as he bends forward slightly, loving the feel of the water sluicing through his hair and her hands as she helps to wash the shampoo out.
Once again drawn to his facial hair, she can't help but let her fingers entangle in his thick beard, a change she secretly loves. It adds a touch of ruggedness to his usually clean-cut appearance, a subtle shift that makes him look even more… Harvey.
He's always been more than just a perfectly tailored suit and a sharp haircut. He's a storm of contradictions, a complex character of vulnerabilities and strengths, and the way he embraces the roughness of his beard now feels like a physical manifestation of that depth.
Smiling, Donna leaves a trail of kisses across his skin before following them with the sponge, and ghosts her hands across his arms, his chest, his shoulders as she softly pushes him to stand under the spray and washes the soap off of him.
They don't say a word the entire time, using touch or glances to guide the other; the silence continues after Harvey shuts the water off, the sound of draining and dripping water the only noise in the room.
Showering together is always exciting for them, even if they don't actually do anything beyond soaping one another's bodies and shampooing each other's hair. It prolongs their closeness, makes them feel like they own eternity in that moment.
Donna is the first one to step out of the shower. She grabs a towel off one of the brass holders on the wall, drying herself off. Then she wraps it around her body, tucking one end of it inside the other to keep it in place.
Her gaze lingers on Harvey in the mirror, tracing the path of the towel as it glides over his sculpted torso. The way the light catches the water droplets on his skin makes him seem almost ethereal, his muscles rippling with every movement.
The raw beauty of his physique leaves her mouth dry, and she instinctively moistens her lips with her tongue. He is a Greek god come to life – she can't believe she gets to call this incredibly handsome man her husband.
Feeling the weight of Donna's gaze, Harvey throws the towel on the floor with a gentle thud and struts closer, his body heat radiating against her back as he wraps his arms around her.
His lips find the oh-so-sensitive skin of Donna's shoulder, the kiss filled with a tenderness that draws a deep sound from her mouth that seems part moan, part sigh.
She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, melting into Harvey's chest as she clasps her hands around his. Hooking her in closer to him, Harvey nuzzles his nose into her dripping hair and draws in a lungful scent.
Donna looks at Harvey's reflection, staring back at her. No one has ever looked at her the way he does, with so much love and adoration. No one has ever loved her the way he does. His eyes are so warm and the feeling is so incredible. It is the strongest feeling of home.
Holding his gaze, she slowly guides his hand to the sweet spot between her legs. She gasps softly when his fingers touch her clit, her whole body shuddering as he grazes it with just the tip of his finger.
"You're drenched," Harvey murmurs as he trails kisses down her throat, lightly nipping the corded muscles of Donna's neck, before sucking her skin into his mouth.
"I'm... I'm yours," she hums.
Taking his middle finger, Donna threads it into her warm, moist vagina, urging him to fuck her with it. Harvey's cock thickens and stiffens instantly. He groans, feeling her wet softness throb against his finger – she is basically impaling herself on it, and it drives him freaking insane how dominant she can be.
Donna moans low in her throat and moves her hips, enticing his finger deeper inside her. She presses his other fingers to make them knead her supple flesh. God, yes, he loves when she takes control like that.
"You want more?" he asks, inserting a second finger inside her. A wisp of air hisses from between his teeth as fire streaks through his loins, and he closes his eyes.
"N-no, don't you dare close your eyes," she pants. "I want you to look at me as you fuck me."
She discards her towel, so she stands before him naked, watches him thrust three fingers into her dripping cunt. He curls them up against her g-spot and pumps them in and out, making her cry out.
"Jesus, fuck!"
Her curse quickly turns into a whimper, her eyes nearly rolling back before they catch Harvey's once more. Her hands grip tightly around his arms as he pushes her higher and higher. Over and over.
Harvey watches the emotion on her face, the fire and passion that mirrors the vibrancy of her halo of fiery red hair. He feels that fire leap from her skin to his own and race through him.
He brushes her hair back from her damp temples, his brown eyes transfixed upon her hazel ones. It is as if he feels every moment of her pleasure through her and could easily finish with her, so excited is he from what he sees.
"Harder... faster," Donna croaks.
"Such a greedy little pussy," he rasps.
His fingers, buried in her to the knuckles, move relentlessly now. In, out and around. In. Out. Around…
With a hoarse scream, Donna arches against him, throwing back her head as her climax explodes. She throbs and pulses around his fingers as Harvey slides them slowly back and forth, keeping her there, straining against him until she begs for him to stop.
Wobbly legged, she turns around and takes his cum-covered fingers into her mouth, licking them clean under his intense stare. Then she glides her own fingers through her slick folds and offers them to Harvey. He opens his mouth to take them in, and Donna closes her eyes at the way his tongue feels as it lavishes her fingers to get all of her juices.
He makes a sweet humming sound, then releases her fingers one by one. When he sees her lips curve into a smirk, her gaze drawn to look pointedly at where his desire is centered, he grins, having read her line of thought.
"I didn't want to steal your spotlight."
"I'm sure it only takes a few strokes," she says matter-of-factly.
He makes a little groan in response.
"You'd rather fuck my mouth?"
"God, I think if you just keep talking…" he mutters, laughing a little.
Licking her lips, she smiles appreciatively. "Where's the fun in that, Harvey?"
She traces her finger around the edge of his foreskin, before pulling it down and exposing the smooth, round head. Letting out a long moan, Harvey jerks his hips in a rough thrust, his cock bumping against her lips. She swipes the tip of her tongue into the slit there and down to the base and up again, resting her tongue tantalizingly against the head.
"Donna… Ple…" he starts to say, the word ending in a guttural gasp as she opens her mouth and sucks him in, taking him as deep as she can. "You're killing me," Harvey says, voice breathless with an unbelieving edge that goes straight to her core.
Moaning herself, Donna feels the head of his cock bump against the back of her mouth, his pleasure twisting hers higher, making her move one hand between her legs to lazily rub her clit.
It's still early, but this day seems to be the beginning of a sex odyssey, where they're so horny that they will keep fucking each other until their limbs are so sore they won't be able to do anything anymore. She's not objecting.
As Harvey fists his hands roughly in her hair, Donna feels his thighs tremble like an old wino after a dry night, his whole body shaking violently as he cums into her mouth, thick and perfect, stuttering out her name and holding her head with reverence.
He gently pulls her head away and presses it into his thigh, his hands big and warm on the side of her face and his scratchy thigh hair tickling her nose. She sighs contentedly, savoring the taste of him in her mouth.
"I'll never get tired of fucking you," he says hoarsely after a moment of silence.
Donna smirks, looking up to meet his gaze. "You're so romantic!"
"You know what would be romantic… If I'd take you on a proper date tonight," he replies. "It's been too long."
"Will there be sex?" she quips, rubbing her head against his thigh like a kitten seeking warmth.
"Lots of it," Harvey says with a smug grin as he runs a hand through Donna's hair. "Even in public, if you fancy that."
"Then I'll come," she chirps.
"Oh, you will," he laughs. "You will…"