A/N: Inspired by this tweet thedarvey/status/1793927389464175032

Three Years

Harvey feels himself float back to consciousness. For a moment, he lays quietly with his eyes still closed. He smiles to himself, feeling Donna's warmth, feeling her skin on his where his leg drapes over hers.

His eyes flicker over to her, and he gazes lovingly at her profile, taking in the details that make her uniquely her – the freckles that look like somebody spilled cinnamon all over her, the curve of her jaw, the slender lines of her throat, the unruly strands of red hair that escape the constraints of slumber.

Three years in, and it still feels surreal.

Him.

Harvey Specter.

Married.

To Donna freaking Paulsen.

He remembers the first time they met. The fateful encounter in the bar that ignited a flame that now illuminates an entire history for them to look back on. Back then, love and commitment were daunting concepts to him.

But now, here he is, with the only woman he's ever truly loved. And almost two decades after he met her, she still makes his heart flutter. She still only has to look at him and he will melt. Just brushing their hands together sends an electrical current racing through him.

She is his everything.

•••

Donna is awake, and she knows he doesn't know that. Harvey has told her once that he likes to watch her sleep, because it's so rare that he's up before her. And so she wills herself to keep her breathing shallow and regular.

He likes to think he is as still as the night, yet he can't help but trail his fingers ever so gently across her arm. She wants to smile but forces herself not to.

Eventually, though, as she thinks about the softness of his lips, the feel of his hands on her bare skin, and his strong body over hers, she can't pretend any longer.

She opens her eyes and turns to him with a wide smile. "Hey," she murmurs, her voice hoarse with sleep.

He smirks, his eyes twinkling and filled with love. "Were you awake this whole time?"

As she rolls onto her side, Harvey drapes his arm over Donna's waist, his hand brushing lightly against her back.

"Not the whole time," she says with a giggle.

"Traitor," he growls softly, and his smile is so big Donna can hear it in his voice.

He traces a finger delicately across her waistline and his intense brown eyes grow dark. He already wants her. Her skin feels warm against his, her hair is tousled from sleep, and her lips look oh-so-inviting.

As if she can sense his desire, she leans in and kisses him, brushing her lips against his. Hovers close, her breath soft against his face.

Harvey presses his lips back against hers, then captures her lower lip gently with his teeth. She moans deeply in her throat as she opens her mouth to his, their tongues touching.

He sighs then and runs his fingers up under her shirt, bringing his hand around so that he can tease her nipple with his thumb. Her moans grow louder and her tongue chases his as she slides her leg in between his.

Donna arches her back and pushes her breast closer to him as he continues to tease her nipple, stroking his thumb over and around as it gets erect and hard, puckering tight against his finger.

When she snakes her hand into the waistband of his pants to flirt with the top of his erection, Harvey groans, pulling his mouth from hers. Her eyelids flutter open, and he can see her eyes are dark with desire.

"God, you're so hot," he hums.

"Mm, I'm needy," she purrs, making her tone even lower than usual.

"I got a cure for that," he rasps, smiling salaciously.

Harvey moves his hand from her breast to the little shorts she is wearing, jerking them down around her knees. Donna does the same to him, and they quickly kick them to the end of the bed.

He rolls her over on her back, entering her swiftly and forcefully, so deeply she cries out, her legs gripping him all the tighter. The slow, steady meeting of their hips begins to drag low exclamations of delight from them both.

It's not long at all before Harvey registers the quickening of her breathing, the familiar tightening of her tiny interior muscles. He shifts the angle a fraction to hit that spot for her again with every stroke, each faster and stronger than the last.

The orgasm rockets through her body while she whimpers helplessly into his shoulder. He lets the pace slip to long, slow strokes that are so powerful they make her gasp, keeping her thrumming with need, simmering, ready to boil.

So she takes control. Meets him more urgently, flexing her muscles, winding herself tight around him, sliding her hands down to clutch his hard buttocks and shorten his strokes.

That undoes him. Finally.

Every relay in Harvey's body fries open with ecstasy as he roars out his climax. The sound of his deep groans, and the wonderfully dominant drive of his hips as he spends inside her, accomplish what his slower thrusts didn't, throwing Donna back off the cliff as well.

Awareness returns to her by degrees, her heart rate settled somewhere near its normal rhythm. Harvey's on top of her, with his cheek laid over her heart, and he's cuddling her close while she floats.

A soft sigh is all she can manage, but it brings his head up, and she smiles at him. He tells her good morning through open-mouthed kisses. She says it back, looking up at him as she combs his hair with her fingers.

The smile on his face is so unrelentingly possessive that Donna feels a wave of good old-fashioned embarrassment and blushes, unable to hold his gaze. He takes the opportunity to kiss her throat, nipping lightly.

"I love the way you come," he murmurs against her skin. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Or felt," he sighs. "You're gorgeous."

She laughs. It's a giddy, stupid laugh, but she's still floating in that post-orgasm haze.

"Shut up," Donna whispers, stroking his jawline, touching his lips to stop his adoring words. "You're…"

"So in love with you," he coos, pressing a kiss to her palm.

Donna blushes again. Can't help it at all. "Harvey…"

He eases out of her, stifling her soft intake of breath with his mouth as he peels himself away from her warm, damp skin. They kiss for a moment, then Harvey rolls to one side, and they lay there, staring into each other's eyes.

He reaches out and touches her face with the back of his hand, smiling. "You know what day it is today, right?"

She sighs contentedly and grabs his hand, grazing her lips over his knuckles. "Of course…"

His smile widens.

"It's Friday," she smirks.

"Hey," he fake-punches her shoulder, his foolish grin stretching from ear to ear. "I just gave you not one but two mind-blowing orgasms. Be nice!"

"Who said they were—"

Donna's sentence is cut short as he launches himself at her. He locks her in his embrace, and she writhes to get away from him, cackling. Harvey buries his face in her hair, holding her tighter the more she struggles. She gasps for air, her sides hurting from laughing too much.

A minute passes, and then she feels him relax against her and exhale, his breath brushing against the skin of her neck. His lips tease the shell of her ear, prompting a moan of vulnerable longing from her.

Instinctively, her head falls back against his shoulder, and she presses her body against his front. When she tilts her head to look at him, his brown gaze sweeps her face, a smile teasing his mouth. She instantly smiles back.

"What?"

"Three years…" The words come out of him with a slow rolling sigh, like his voice is going over a hill. "Can you believe we've…"

His abrupt silence causes Donna to spin in his arms, needing to see his expression clearly.

As she meets Harvey's eyes, she notices him swallowing hard, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. The look on his face is so intent, so full of naked yearning, it pushes the air from her lungs.

Her hands close around his neck with infinite tenderness. Her nose rubs against his as she shifts her mouth to lightly touch the corner of his in a soft, nibbling motion that makes him turn his head and search for her warm lips.

"I love you, Harvey," she whispers into his open mouth.

Then she melts into the hard contours of his body with a soft moan. Their kiss is long and deep, passionate as they hold each other as if to let go will be to be separated forever.