A/N: You may have noticed Harvey's missing his tie when he and Donna meet Louis in the hospital after their wedding. This is what happened...

How Harvey Lost His Tie

"Where to, Harvey?" Ray asks, opening the door for them.

"Mount Sinai. Thanks, Ray."

As they slide into the plush leather seats of the Lexus, Harvey instinctively reaches for Donna's hand. "So, how are we feeling, Mrs. Specter?" His smile is so big it looks like he is saying, 'Cheese,' and waiting for her to snap a photo. "Are you happy?"

Donna smiles down at where their fingers are touching, the gold band there, a stark contrast to the black fabric of Harvey's suit. His wedding ring fits him so perfectly, it seems like an extension of himself.

Immediately, her eyes seek out the diamond ring nestled against her skin. It's not even been an hour since he placed it there, and it already feels so natural, almost a part of her hand. It sparkles brightly, just like her husband's eyes when she meets his gaze.

"I've never been happier," she whispers hoarsely, as she leans in for a kiss.

"You should know," Harvey murmurs against her skin, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear, "that I intend to keep you this happy forever."

He cups her face with both hands and slants his mouth over hers, kissing her until tiny moans flutter in her throat, driving him crazy. Desire lasers through him like a shot of adrenalin, the taste of her so impossibly sweet that he groans softly.

Tearing his lips away, Harvey's gaze never leaves hers as he calls, "Hey Ray, circle the park, say… three times before you take us to the hospital."

Ray looks at him through the rear-view mirror, a knowing smile on his lips. "Sure, Harvey."

Harvey depresses a black button to his right and the privacy partition between the front and the back seats goes up, creating an opaque barrier between them and his chauffeur.

"Now, c'mere," he rasps, his voice thick with lust, as he grabs her gently by the arms and pulls her onto his lap.

"Harvey," she yelps, laughing, but is promptly shut up by his mouth crushing down on hers.

Her mouth opens to his with a gasp, and the kiss deepens. She's on her knees now, straddling his lap on the car seat, her dress riding up her thighs.

Her hands sneak in-between their bodies, unfastening the button that is restraining Harvey's painfully hard cock. His body shudders with every caress through his pants as Donna's fingers undo the zipper.

"Mm," she hums. "You want me to take care of this, baby?" She grabs him through his dampening boxers, and his back arches into the delicious pressure.

"Fuck yes," Harvey grunts. "Ride me, Donna!"

She frees him, then gets her panties out of the way. Gasps loudly when his erection makes contact with her aching pussy. She nearly dies right there, shocks of pleasure centered at her clit, right where he touches her.

She slowly lowers herself onto his throbbing cock. Balances herself by resting her palms on either side of Harvey's head. His cock stretches her, filling her up, and he brings his hands to the small of her back and presses her deeper on him.

"Fuck," she pants.

"Just like that, baby… Ride me, just like that," he groans, thrusting up, pumping into her.

And she lowers herself down, and up, and down again, relishing every inch of him, getting wetter and wetter by the second. The sounds of his cock and her slick pussy pumping him, skin on skin, slapping, faster and faster, fill the rear cabin.

"Oh God," she moans, the tension running through her veins coiling up like a tight knot before breaking. "I'm coming!"

She rides him hard, clenching and trembling in an explosion of fireworks, bright lights, and Harvey.

Harvey lets out a roar. "Oh, fuck! Yes. Nnngh yes." He groans, panting, as jets of his hot seed shoot into her.

Another orgasm comes out of nowhere like a sneaker wave and crashes over her, spinning her and turning her upside down. Sobbing his name, Donna closes her eyes, shaking, rolling her hips. He grips her ass while she rides wave after wave until the crest washes over her.

She collapses breathlessly against him. His strong arms come around her waist, and she clings to him, listening to his heartbeat pound against her chest.

They stay there for a moment, shaky and breathing hard, then Harvey pulls away, slipping out of her easily. Donna whimpers at the loss, grazing his neck with her lips, sucking gently on his sensitive skin.

He shivers and gives a little growl of pleasure. "I love you," he whispers, his voice gruff.

He releases the firm hold on her body, and she gently pushes for room to draw back and face him. "I love you, too," she murmurs, smiling.

Harvey pulls her in, his hand at her nape to hold her close again, and his palm at the small of her back, urging her close, even as she is snug against his body.

"My wife," he says, a smirk turning the corners of his mouth slightly upward. "Donna. Paulsen. Specter." He speaks slowly, savoring every word as if each is a drop of dew collected by a man dying of thirst.

He kisses her nose once, lingering there. She whispers his name, but it's so soft on her lips that she isn't sure if he can hear it. His head tilts, and his broad lips meet hers in a slow, deep kiss, soft like butterflies, warm like a summer's breeze, and she practically melts against him.

Donna moans low as she kisses him back with the same tentativeness. Only pulls back when she needs to catch her breath. Gently, she slips off his lap to sit beside him, grabbing a tissue from the door pocket to clean herself. Then she lifts her bottom, shimmies back into her panties, and adjusts her dress.

"Pack it up, hubby," she quips, with a gentle slap of his thigh, her fingertips brushing his spent cock. It twitches at the touch, and she giggles, casting a side glance at him.

He huffs out a near silent chuckle, looking down at her hand still lingering on his leg, her fingers feathering along his length with excruciating tenderness, slowness.

"Please, Donna," he begs, his voice laced with desire.

"You're gonna ruin the expensive leather," she teases.

Harvey's face spreads into a foolish grin. "Not if you'll be a good wife and swallow."

She laughs heartily at that. Then, with a raised eyebrow, she stills her movements before slowly curling her fingers around his dick, while using her other hand to press the button on the intercom.

"Hey, Ray," she coos, "About those circles…" She starts stroking up and down with enough friction to make Harvey groan. "Make that four times, please."

Air rushes out of Harvey's lungs in a fast gush and his head falls back. "Keep going," he moans softly.

Smirking, Donna moves her hand faster up and down his thick shaft, and he whimpers in joy.

As he opens his eyes to look at her, she slows down, then speeds up again, noticing how his soft features respond to her actions, enjoying every small tremor that shakes his frame, or makes his face twitch slightly.

Harvey loosens his tie, as if he can't breathe, like the fabric is restricting him, then pulls it off completely and tosses it aside. Reaches for the top button on his shirt, and undoes it, then the next.

"Faster," he bites out.

Donna leans forward to steal a quick kiss from him, and he groans right into her mouth. His breathing becomes heavier until, eventually, a low growl lingers out from his throat, asking her, begging her, to make him cum.

"Fine, I'll be a good wife," she purrs.

Her breasts rub his thigh as she stretches across his lap. Nuzzling her face into Harvey's groin, Donna swirls her tongue around the tip, slapping herself in the cheek with his length, before enveloping him in the heat of her mouth.

Watching his cock disappear between her lips over and over again, while she's dressed in her wedding gown, his pre-cum dripping onto her wedding ring, is the hottest thing he's ever seen. She looks utterly sensational.

"God, I'm so fucking lucky," he murmurs, his voice so hoarse that it cracks.

Her nails lightly score over his balls and down his perineum, making Harvey's body buck violently under her ministrations. It shoots his entire system into pure chaos, and he fists her hair and jerks his hips, the glans hitting the back of her throat as he thrusts his cock deep into her mouth.

He can't even remember the last time she's blown him like this. Christ, she's going to suck his brains right out of his cock. He doesn't need his brains anymore, does he?

"You're killing me, Donna," he growls. Though, he is clenching his jaws so tightly he has to force the words out. He doesn't know if she tries to answer him around his cock or she simply hums, but either way, she vibrates around him as her fingers work his balls.

Full-out face-fucking her, Harvey closes his eyes and fully immerses himself in the pleasure, the obscene choking sound of her sucking sweetly penetrating the air around him. He slams a hand against the car ceiling, drops his head, and shoves his hips forward one more time.

He cums deep at the back of her throat, crying out her name. Convinced he's never cum so hard in his life.

His cock pulses and pulses, bathing the cavern of her mouth with his white-hot seed. She does not release him. Instead, she accepts it all. Even after he has stilled, she slowly works him in and out of her mouth, until he is empty. Completely fucking empty.

Harvey sucks in oxygen and opens his eyes just in time to watch Donna let him slip from her mouth with a wet, messy pop. Then she pulls up and looks at him with her trademark grin.

His mouth possesses hers with devastating sensuality. He takes his time, stretching the kiss out until they both need to come up for air. He runs his finger through her silky hair, letting the soft strands glide through his fingers.

"That was… I don't know if I have words for that…" He chuckles. "Holy shit, Donna, that was insane!"

"You should've married me sooner," she quips, and runs her tongue along her bottom lip, tasting him.

Harvey fixes his pants, adjusting himself, a stupid grin plastered across his face. "So, is this how it's gonna be from now on when I have sex with my wife?"

"Your wife should be the only one you have sex with, silly," Donna says, laughing softly as she slaps his shoulder.

A slow, sweet smile captures her lips. "It's always gonna be like this, Harvey," she whispers as she snuggles into his side, letting out a soft sigh. "This is the beginning of our happily ever after."

"I like the sound of that," he whispers back, sighing deeply against her temple as he kisses her hair.