prompt by thenebean9 "After the god-awful party, Donna decides to learn how to cook, and Harvey is surprised at her cooking prowess after they get together."

Chef Paulsen

Harvey walks into Donna's place, unlocking the door with the key she'd given him with a cactus chain on it. He grins to himself at how something so simple could cause a spike in heartbeat. He loves that he has a key to her place, loves that this early on in their relationship, barely even two weeks in they'd exchanged keys, a necessity that arises on the occasions they don't leave work at the same time.

This night they'd planned to stay at Donna's because she was running out of dresses at his. Harvey slowly takes off his coat and shoes, teasingly calling out for her. "Honey I'm home!" He hollars at her as he walks down her hallway, he frowns as he hears sizzling, and smells a faint hint of oil and garlic. He genuinely wonders if he's about to walk in to Donna having someone cook for her, or if maybe he's having a stroke because there is no way-

"Holy shit are you cooking?" Donna whirls around from her sizzling pan cocking her head to the side. "Hello to you too, mister. And one more word and you're not having any dinner tonight." She willingly went into Harvey's distracting arms as he places them on her waist, kissing her softly as a proper greeting. "And thank god for that." He mumbles in between pecks before Donna shoves him away snickering. "Shut up. This is exactly why you haven't experienced any of my amazing cooking so far."

Harvey doesn't let her get very far, immediately following her as she goes back to her pan, placing his roaming hands on the small of her waist, nuzzling the side of her neck. He just can't get enough of her. Whenever they're alone, he's constantly touching her, reminding himself this is new reality, relishing in the way touching her doesn't feel like looking at the bright sun, forbidden and tinged with self inflicting, but filled with warmth and brightness.

"I'm sorry if the dinner party has taught me anything, it's that you suck at cooking."

"I'll have you know ever since the shrimp fiasco, I've mastered my culinary skills."

Harvey has to admit the salmon she's preparing smells good, and looks the right shade of pink.

"Alright hot shot let's see what we're working with." Harvey nods his chin to the pan and Donna gets a fork out, feeding him a bite of her flakey zesty salmon that tastes buttery and light.

Donna watches Harvey's lips wrap around the fork she's guiding almost sensually. She takes a shaky breath in, not quite sure how he's making eating her salmon look pornographic.

Harvey slowly swallows it down, shaking his head mystified at the perfect seasoning and texture of her food, as Donna's eager eyes connect with his.

"So what, you're chef Ramsey now?" Donna grins at his praise, smug she's proved him wrong. Shes about to explain herself when Harvey gets distracted, kissing his way down her exposed freckled neck.

Donna sighs sweetly at his ministrations before finishing her thought. "Just with fish. It's pretty much all I can cook, from that one lesson I took. Everything else seemed too complicated." Harvey hums against her and Donna moans slightly before her eyes take a look at her broccoli burning and her salmon that's probably drying out.

"Shit Harvey, the foods getting ruined-"

"I'm hungry for something else right now." Harvey mumbles as he peppers kisses across her clavicle, and down her chest.

Donna lets her hands go up his back and into the short strands of his hair, yanking his head and disconnecting his skillful lips off her body. "I did not cook this meal for you not to experience it at its finest. Dinner first, desert later."

Harvey huffs slightly, "maybe you still shouldn't cook then."

Donna laughs as she shoos him away. "Get out of my kitchen and set the table."

"Yes Chef." He mockingly salutes her and Donna ignores the signal of arousal at his words. Walking around to grab plates, he continues, "I'll remember this the next time I'm cooking and you want to skip to dessert Paulsen."

She can hear the smile in his face as he pretends to whine over her place mats. God she's glad they're here now. She can't wait to see his face when she brings out the whipped cream and strawberries later.