Prompt by thechokrmm "They go to the supermarket together and they tell them they are out of vanilla"
A/N: Another all time favorite to write, super fluffy and fun!
Picture of Domesticity
Of all the times Donna pictured being with Harvey, she never thought of the truly run of the mill domestic idea of being with him.
She pictured him coming home to her after a really tough day and soothing his worries away in a way she couldn't before they became a couple. She pictured their chemistry in between her sheets, pictured fucking him on days he wore her favorite brown suit, pictured loving him on days he was an ass to everyone but managed to tip he's affections and vulnerability into conversations with her, pictured him screwing her on days that were so rough she wanted him to make her forget all about it with his knowing hands and talented tongue. She pictured him in her arms in the morning light of her bedroom, pictured them confessing their truths and secrets in hushed tones in soft lighting by his fire place.
She never pictured them sharing hygiene preferences, altering their workout habits for one another, or hogging the sink in her much tinier one mirror only bathroom. She never saw them discussing whether TV in the bedroom was sacrilegious or a necessary part of their night time routine. She never imagined they'd spend as much time as they do bickering over one another's food preferences, or swapping skincare tips because yes, a man like Harvey did very much have one.
She never dreamed of how their life would play out in between the big moments she always saw whenever she closed her eyes and played the what if game.
Which is how somehow Harvey and her going to the supermarket, a mundane routine chore many people do, fills her with joy at the domesticity of it all. It feels like an exciting adventure they're about to embark on when the reality is they're walking through the overcrowded aisles of Whole Foods.
"Ok, so we need to pick up that fresh pasta you keep insisting is a game changer-"
"Donna, if you keep making fun of me for that I'm telling Marcus on you." Harvey took over pushing the cart as Donna adjusted her marni bag across her coat. "Oh please he's practically my brother in law and loves me more than you." She ribbed him teasingly and to her delight, Harvey only grinned widely at her joking reference to their future. "Not when I tell him you prefer boxed pasta he won't."
"There's no difference!"
"I think I just felt my grandmother role in her grave."
They worked through their ever growing list of ingredients: berries, green leaferies for their smoothies, fruits, dark chocolates and granola. A carton of eggs, yogurt, and various kinds of mustard.
"Why the hell do you need Dijon and yellow? You're never gonna finish both bottles."
"Harvey what I put on my sandwiches is none of your concern."
They stock up on their perspective essentials for snacking,(Ben 's ice cream and barbecue chips for Donna, popcorn and m for Harvey), salmon, steak and various kinds of already marinated chicken.
Just as Donna's placing the last item on their list, eco friendly cutlery they can throw away on nights they're too lazy to wash dishes at, and strolling to the checkout Harvey stops in place dramatically, causing Donna to ricochet against his shoulder.
"Jesus Harvey, what?"
"We forgot the vanilla!" Donna smiled at his exclamation. "Cant have your coffee without your trusty vanilla huh?"
"Haven't gone 12 years without it and I'm not about to start now." His words were murmured sultry close to her as he inched his face towards her, not caring about them being in the middle of the store. Donna bit back an ear splitting grin as she caught the wrinkle of vulnerability shining in Harvey's warm chocolate eyes. His barely hidden meaning behind the important of his vanilla made her heart flutter wildly. They walk the aisle again and have no luck finding it. Donna checks her app to see if it's in a different section and shrugs helplessly at him when she comes up with nothing.
Harvey tracks down a worker who informs them they've been out for 2 days. The pout on his face after the man leaves made part of Donna want to FaceTime Mike so they could tease Harvey about how whipped he is. The bigger part of her felt like she might tear up just a little at how carefree he was being with her now. It was a welcome juxtaposition to their usual status.
On their way to the self checkout line Donna marveled at how infinitely better reality was with Harvey than anything she'd ever pictured. It was exhilarating and exciting and lead her to uncover facets of Harvey she never even knew existed, hell it made her discover new parts of her after all these years.
Harvey's scanning all their items as he hands them to her to put in her trusty reusable bag, when the kiosk near the machine catches her eye. Donna smirks proudly to herself as she grabs the little dainty bottle of vanilla infused maple syrup, before passing it to Harvey to scan. Harvey grins lecherously at the bottle before turning his head to look at Donna with smugness. He knew what was coming, but still let her say it "Care to make a new rendition of what exactly we could do with vanilla?"
"Now that is something I've pictured about a million times over the years." He huskily commented.
Donna chuckled at his choice of words "you just read my mind Specter."