A/N: Hey :) I'm back with a new chapter! This one is a continuation of the previous one because, yes, there are still things they need to talk about. Just for your information—it's rated M. I hope you enjoy it!
As their lips part from their passionate kiss, Harvey gazes into Donna's eyes, his expression a mixture of tenderness and desire. "What?" she asks, her lips still tingling from their intimate connection, a tender smile gracing her swollen lips. She senses there's something more he wants to say.
He delicately brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment, his eyes filled with raw honesty. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?" he asks, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity. "I don't want you to keep things bottled up."
She shakes her head, tracing her fingers along his jawline. "It was hard. And I suspect it will continue to be for a while. But having you here and willing to listen is all I need. As I've said before, I'll never lose faith in you, Harvey," she responds, briefly kissing his lips. "But thank you for asking." She pauses, adding, "I suppose, even though it's something we're always striving to improve, we still struggle with having the tough conversations."
He nods, a hint of sadness evident in his expression. "Sometimes, it's incredibly hard for me."
"I know, and that's why I appreciate that you sought me out. That you're here. That you're willing to discuss this."
"As I've said... I'm not willing to lose you. And I knew I had to confront it, no matter how difficult it was for me."
She smiles tenderly at him. "Let me tell you, Mr. Lawyer, you are still very good with words when you really try."
He chuckles softly and brushes his thumb over her lips. "Alright, then," he murmurs softly, removing her glasses and placing them on the nightstand. "I think it's time to close a deal with you, Mrs. Paulsen," he says eagerly, cupping her face to bring their lips together.
"I'm going to need a really, really good deal," she purrs, intertwining her hands with his, his touch still gentle against her face.
He smiles softly, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. "Well, you're married to the best closer in New York and Seattle, and that has its perks. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Perks like making a deal with me that doesn't involve much talking?" She teases, nipping at his bottom lip.
"Exactly. We're on the same page of this deal," he replies, moving his hands to her hips, drawing her closer, and eliciting a wiggle from her against his body. "Let me employ my special techniques on you, then," he murmurs, without giving her a chance to respond, capturing her bottom lip between his own and initiating a kiss that both know won't end anytime soon. Their arms envelope each other, pulling closer as their lips part, allowing their tongues to intertwine in a desperate dance.
"Oh, Harvey. Promise me that next time those demons from the past surface, you'll speak up sooner," she pleads, grinding her hips against his, already yearning for more of him. He retaliates by biting her lip, causing her to squeal. "What?" she protests. "Am I wrong?"
He massages her hips, aiding her movements. "You're always right. Happy now?"
She giggles. "Yeah, you know I love being right."
His hands glide up the curves of her body, deftly unbuttoning the black camisole with practiced ease, each button yielding under his touch. A low sound escapes him as his fingertips graze the soft fabric, revealing the teasing hint of a purple lace bra beneath. The sight is enough to send a spark of desire through him, stirring something deep within. Without a word, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down slightly. His breath hitches as he uncovers matching lace panties from the same set. A low grunt escapes him, his voice rough with want. "Did you know I was coming tonight?" he murmurs, trailing a finger along the delicate line between her breasts, his gaze fixed on hers.
"What are you talking about?" she asks, her nose scrunching in amusement and enjoying his finger touch.
"Tonight, you chose my favorite underwear set? Really?"
She laughs, her head falling back momentarily. "But... all my underwear sets are your favorites."
"Can you blame a man for loving how his wife looks in lingerie?"
"No, I can't. But don't try to convince me this is your absolute favorite."
Harvey's hands encircle her breasts, cupping them over her bra and gently squeezing them. The satisfied expression on his wife's face distracts him for a moment. "If I had to pick one, this would be it. The purple against your milky skin is simply exquisite," he murmurs in a husky tone, his thumbs tracing teasing circles over her nipples.
She sighs deeply, savoring the sensation. "It used to be emerald green," she reminisces. He chuckles softly, giving her breasts another gentle squeeze. "And the burgundy red. And the black."
"Alright," he concedes. "You win."
"I know that, Harvey," she teases. "Now shut up and kiss me," she demands, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
"There is no way I could refuse that request," he responds, knowing full well he's completely smitten with his wife, and lets his lips meld perfectly with hers once more.
As Harvey's hands glide down Donna's sides, his palms spreading warmth over the smooth skin of her back, he feels her smile against his lips as she undoes the buttons on his shirt. It's in that moment they both realize Donna hasn't seen the scar in weeks, a realization that tightens a knot of tension within him, something she picks up on immediately.
"Hey..." she murmurs, her voice soft and reassuring. "A scar won't change how much I'm drawn to you. Or how much you turn me on." He sighs, feeling a twinge of embarrassment, and nods, still keeping his eyes closed. Donna gently presses her lips against his once more, her touch tender as she finishes unbuttoning his shirt. The scar stretches about 6 inches, tracing a path from the beginning of his sternum to the start of his abdomen. Though it still bears the hue of healing skin, it looks remarkably better than the last time she had seen it. In silence, her fingers trace a path down to the scar, delicately exploring the terrain. Yet he's not entirely certain he welcomes the sensation—not because of her touch, but because he's still grappling with his acceptance of the scar. "You know," she speaks softly, her other hand soothingly scratching behind his ear, "if it weren't for this scar, you wouldn't be here, Harvey." With those words, he can't help but open his eyes, feeling a lump forming in his throat. "So, in my eyes, it's the most beautiful scar I've ever seen, because it makes you a survivor. And to me, that's something you've always been." She cups his cheek gently. "It's just that your previous scars weren't as visible as this one. Every trial you've overcome, every pain that's left its mark on you, only makes me admire and love you more." She strokes the side of his face with her thumb. "I see the man you were and the man you've become."
"I'm still not the man I want to be," he growls in frustration and disappointment in himself. "I'm not yet the man you deserve."
"You are," she insists. "You're because even though it took you a while and that I slammed the door twice, you're here, willing to fight for us. Refusing to let go of my hand. You're worthy because you were willing to change for me and because you're willing to do it again. And Harvey, that's all I want, all I need. A man who fights for me. A man who, despite his own ghosts, his burdens, his scars, fights for me anyway." Her voice trembles with emotion once more. "I love you and all your scars." He exhales heavily, nodding in response, overwhelmed by the magnitude of her love yet unable to find the words to match it. "Yes, rendering you speechless is indeed my specialty... along with always being right," she quips, her tone lighter this time.
A smile tugs at his lips, turning into a chuckle as he turns his head to kiss her palm. "I may not yet be the man I aspire to be for you. But, Donna... I wouldn't have come this far without you. And I know that becoming the man you deserve is the only way I can begin to repay you for all this love." He whispers, gently enveloping her hand—which still rests against his face—with his own.
She returns his smile. "Believe me, Harvey, you're more than enough for me. But if striving to be better is what you desire, then you're on the right path."
"And do you know why?" She shakes her head, prompting him to continue. "Because you're my compass." She bites her lower lip, overflowing with affection for this man. "I love you, Donna," he murmurs, his thumbs tracing soothing circles on her skin as he leans in to kiss her once more.
"You know what? This compass needs a bit of recalibration," she teases, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Damn it, Donna," he growls, unable to deny how effortlessly she can reignite his desire with just a playful quip.
"Yeah?" She groans, her breath hitching as Harvey leaves her lips to trail wet kisses down her jaw, each sensation igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole. His lips find a new haven on her neck, and she tilts her head to grant him better access, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips as she feels him slowly growing against her. His tongue traces a path from her breastbone to the sensitive skin behind her ear, eliciting a low curse from her lips. "Fuck," she growls, surrendering herself to the pleasure, her hips pressing against his in a silent plea for more.
With his hand tangled in her hair, Harvey guides her head to the side, exposing even more of her neck to his eager lips. He explores every inch of her skin with a mixture of nibbles and kisses, knowing just where to tease and tantalize her most sensitive spots. Her small moans of pleasure only spur him on; his desire to please her is overwhelming.
His hand, now resting against her chest, sends waves of warmth through her skin, a sensation she savors as his tongue continues its journey from her shoulder to her ear. Donna keeps her eyes closed, allowing herself to sink into the sensations, each touch sending shivers down her spine until they pool in the depths of her core, further fanning the burning flame.
Harvey eventually returns to her lips, his movements deliberate and passionate as he removes her camisole, tossing it aside. His hands trail up her spine, deftly unhooking her bra, and she purrs against his lips at the sensation. He separates himself slightly, his eyes locking onto one of his favorite sights: her breasts being unveiled before him. With a smile, he brushes his thumbs underneath them, admiring their beauty: white as milk, adorned with delicate freckles, and topped with darkened, hardened nipples eager for his touch.
Looking up at her, Harvey's smile widens as he catches the blush painting her cheeks. "Will you ever stop blushing when I look at you?" He teases, his hands enveloping her breasts from below, reveling in their weight and softness.
"The day I stop being right," she retorts, her giggle mixing with a deep sigh of pleasure as Harvey begins to knead and caress her, each movement sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.
Maintaining eye contact, Harvey skillfully massages her breasts, kneads, and squeezes them, while Donna's half-open mouth keeps telling him that the care he is offering is more than good enough.
Still holding her breasts, Harvey's thumbs move up to find her nipples, his touch deliberate and confident. With gentle pressure, he moves them from side to side, relishing in the sensation of them hardening beneath his fingers. Then, he presses them a few times before changing the movement pattern, his thumbs tracing circular patterns across the surface of her areolas.
Her hazel eyes remain locked with his brown, and he's mesmerized by the way her expression grows darker with desire.
Without warning, he releases her breasts and takes her nipples between his fingers, applying gentle pressure that elicits a gasp of pleasure from her lips. With each firm tug, her whimper of pleasure only serves to heighten his own arousal, feeling the undeniable hardness straining against his pants. But at this moment, that's not his primary concern.
Though giving in to Donna's needs in their daily lives may sometimes pose a challenge for him, in the bedroom, he is always the first to give in. Pleasuring his wife is undoubtedly his favorite activity in this stupid world. While he may struggle to express his love for her in other ways, in the realm of sex, it comes naturally to him. And on this night, more than ever, he needs her to understand the depth of his love.
So, he commits himself fully to the task at hand, determined to unleash all his skills to bring his wife to the peak of pleasure. He needs Donna not only to know but feel how he loves her in every touch, every caress, and every whisper of desire.
As Harvey continues to caress her nipples, he feels a surge of affection and longing wash over him. It's not just about physical pleasure; it's about connecting with Donna on a profound level, reassuring her of his love and devotion in the most intimate way possible.
The desire-filled smile plastered across her swollen lips that Donna offers him as he looks at her makes him hum in response, needing more of her. He leans in eagerly, his mouth poised to explore every inch of her delicate skin. Sensing her anticipation, she shifts slightly, granting him better access as one hand steadies herself on the mattress for support. With one hand on her lower back and the other wrapped around her breast, Harvey revels in the sensation of her softness beneath his touch. His mouth hovers over her, poised to bestow upon her the pleasure she craves.
As he kneads her left breast with practiced skill, he begins to trace abstract patterns across her right breast with his tongue. Small bites punctuate his attentiveness, leaving a trail of sensation in their wake as he slowly makes his way to her sensitive nipple.
"Harvey—" she murmurs in a whiny tone, her voice laced with a mixture of desire and impatience.
He chuckles softly against her skin, the vibrations adding an extra layer of sensation. "You know good things take time," he teases, his tongue tracing a path along her nipple before flicking it gently with the underside of his tongue.
"Yeah," she growls, her response a mixture of frustration and arousal.
Undeterred, Harvey continues his ministrations, his movements deliberate and purposeful. He licks from the base of her nipple to the tip, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Meanwhile, his free hand twists and teases her other nipple, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her lips.
Sensing her growing arousal, Harvey increases the intensity of his actions, his teeth gently nipping and tugging at her nipple. Her whimper of pleasure only serves to fuel his desire, and he resolves to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible.
With a satisfied smile, Harvey releases her nipple, blowing gently on the heated skin before turning his attention to her other breast. This time, he foregoes the gentle approach, instead squeezing her breast firmly and capturing her nipple with his mouth in one swift motion, sucking eagerly as he seeks to draw out every last drop of pleasure from her.
"Goddamn it, Harvey!" she moans, her fingers curling into his scalp, urging him not to slow down. As if he's even considering it. Harvey continues to suck with varying pressure and force, his free hand trailing down her abdomen to unbutton her pants, the backs of his fingers brushing against her lower abdomen. "Oh, gosh," she moans again, feeling the increasing pressure of his fingers and mouth on her increasingly hard and swollen breast. With a loud pop, he releases her nipple, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Without giving her a chance to react, he deftly maneuvers her until she's lying on her back, his body covering hers as he takes a moment to arrange her hair on the pillow.
"I missed you so much," he murmurs, his gaze locking with hers.
She smirks, reaching for one of his wrists to unbutton the cuff of his shirt. "I missed you too, Harvey," she whispers, lifting her head just enough to capture his lips in a tender kiss. Shifting slightly against the pillows, she creates space between her legs for him, unbuttoning the other cuff and sliding her hands from his shoulders, pushing the fabric down his arms until it falls away.
Continuing to unbutton his pants, she moves to slip her hand inside, but Harvey gently stops her. "No," he murmurs, kissing her again. "Tonight it's your turn," he adds, his voice both sensual and tender, sending shivers down her spine as she understands his intentions. She knows that for Harvey, sex is the language he better speaks, and she's more than willing to let him take the lead. There's no way she could refuse him anyway; he's undoubtedly the most skilled lover she's ever had. And she relishes every moment of attention he lavishes on her body, making her feel like the most cherished woman in the universe.
With his lips, he descends from her, kissing her skin as he moves southward, his hands gripping her thighs, kneading them in a way that brings her pleasure.
"Harvey..." she murmurs, a hint of worry in her voice. She needs to ask something before fully surrendering to him.
"Tell me..." he responds, already with his face between her thighs.
"Are you comfortable like this?" she asks, her concern evident.
He smiles and places a kiss on her pubic bone, on the lace of her panties. "Yeah," he nods, nuzzling his nose against her, eliciting a purr from her. "If the injury ever bothers me, I'll take care of it. Okay? Now, you just need to relax."
She smirks and closes her eyes, sinking further into the pillows. "Oh, trust me... If there's one thing I'm feeling right now, it's relaxed."
Harvey simply smiles in response and quickly sheds all of his clothes, except for his underwear. Then, he removes Donna's shoes and pants, efficiently completing the task, and gently adjusts her position until she is in just the right place for him to kneel on the floor with her sex right in front of his face. Harvey's hands slide up the outer sides of her thighs, holding her firmly, contrasting with the gentleness of his nose trailing along the inside of her thighs. Donna lets her arms fall to the sides of her body, slightly spread, relishing in the slow arousal her husband continues to evoke. His nose is soon replaced by his lips, moving upward at a deliberate pace, until she feels him lick the entire length of her groin, reaching both her skin and her panties, causing her to release a deep breath.
He runs his tongue over her, still clothed, continuing to hold her with his hands, and she has to bite her tongue to refrain from asking him to hasten his pace. However, Harvey senses her desire, so he digs his fingers into her panties and slides them down, slowly revealing all of her femininity. Once he removes her underwear, he takes a moment to admire her. Her white skin already appears flushed, her lips slightly swollen, her slit wet and slightly parted. Her freckles adorn every inch of her milky skin, making her look irresistibly soft, causing him to moisten his lips at the sight.
"If you want to analyze it in detail, I can send you a photo," she says, laughing, but also impatient. Her core and she have missed him too much.
He chuckles, his breath warm against her pussy. "Would you really send it?"
"I'd be surprised if you deleted the ones I already sent." She teases him, peeking out to get a better look at the mischievous facial expression adorning his face.
He laughs again, feeling a bit cornered. He has them secured with a password, but of course, he hasn't deleted them. "But you never sent any close-ups of your pretty pussy."
"Harvey!" she groans, frustrated.
"What? What do you want?" he asks, lightly running his fingers up and down hers, causing her to shiver.
"You said you would close a deal with me, do it once and for all!"
"Impatient!" he teases, opening her slit a little wider with his fingers and sliding his index finger between her lips. He moves it up and down, gently rubbing her.
"That's much, much better!" she purrs, surrendering to his touch once again.
"You know that sometimes I take my time, but that I always arrive where you are waiting for me," he says in a low voice, adding another finger to his movements while keeping an eye on Donna's reaction.
She smiles softly, feeling a wave of emotion wash over her. "I know that, Harvey."
"Good," he responds, feeling her wetness on his fingers.
Then, with his hand, he guides her to spread her legs further, bending her knees, allowing her swollen pussy to spread even wider in front of him. His fingers continue their exploration, while he brings his other arm up and positions it over her abdomen. Donna reaches for him, placing her hand on his, reveling in the physical contact, knowing that it only enhances their connection.
With a soft sigh of contentment, Donna finally surrenders herself fully to the sensations coursing through her body, allowing herself to be carried away by the tide of pleasure and passion that Harvey is skillfully building up for her. Each touch, each caress, sends shivers of delight down her whole body, igniting every nerve and ending with fiery intensity. Under Harvey's care, she finds solace, comfort, and an unshakeable sense of belonging, as if she were made to fit perfectly in the embrace of his arms.
As his fingers continue their intimate exploration, tracing patterns of desire across her skin, Donna feels a profound connection blossoming between them, transcending mere physical pleasure. It's Harvey making her feel everything he feels for her in the shape of pleasure. In this moment, she feels loved so deeply, cherished, and adored by the man who holds her heart. The way Harvey attends to each of her reactions, anticipating how her body will respond to his touch, makes Donna feel seen in a way she hasn't felt in months. After enduring the ache of feeling invisible, ignored by him for so long, a surge of emotion washes over her, overwhelming yet undeniably beautiful.
Harvey's fingers move with practiced expertise, drawing a symphony of pleasure from Donna. In this moment, with her eyes closed and Harvey entirely focused on her, it feels as though the weight of their recent crisis has momentarily lifted. Donna clings to the sensation—not out of denial, but out of necessity. She craves this fleeting reprieve, this escape from the turmoil that has plagued them.
The strain on their relationship had left her emotionally drained, and uncertain about their future. Yet here, beneath him, wrapped in his touch, a profound calm washes over her. Harvey, ever the attentive lover, offers reassurance without hesitation. His actions speak louder than words, bridging the gap that their struggles had created. With each kiss and every caress, Donna feels their connection deepen—a renewed intimacy that rekindles both love and connection.
As he slips a finger inside her, Donna can't help but moan his name, her body arching instinctively into his touch. He holds her there, his finger inside her as he leans down to lavish her with his tongue. The sound of her pleasure fills the air—a sweet melody that ignites a fire within him. This is all he desires: to hear her, to feel her surrender to the pleasure he offers.
His tongue explores every inch of her, tracing a path from bottom to top, leaving her trembling in its wake. As he continues to work her with a combination of fingers and tongue, he loses himself in the amazing sound of her moans, reveling in the knowledge that he alone has the power to bring her such deep pleasure.
"Harvey, please—" she gasps, her voice thick with desperation, her body aching for more. The way Harvey expertly builds pleasure within her leaves her teetering on the edge of madness. And yet, as always, he holds back, waiting for her to beg for more, just to edge her even more. With a mischievous grin, he nibbles on her swollen clit, relishing in the way she squirms and squeals beneath him. As he slips another finger inside her, she can't help but cry out in ecstasy. "How do you like it when I beg, damn it!" she exclaims, her frustration and arousal intertwining in a heady mix. Harvey chuckles in response, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as he alternates between licking and sucking, each motion sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. "If you stop now, I swear I'll file for divorce," she threatens, her leg hooking behind his neck as if to emphasize her point. But even as the words leave her lips, she knows she couldn't bear to be without him, not when he knows just how to push her to the brink and back again.
"Don't worry, if I'm here, it's precisely to avoid a divorce." He says, following the amused tone she just spoke with.
"Then shut up and do your fucking job!" she demands, bucking her hips against him, her leg pushing his face closer to her puffy pussy.
He obeys her command without hesitation, his fingers, previously still inside her, now springing into action with a rhythm that he knows drives her wild. With his other hand, he spreads her lips wider, exposing her most intimate self to him, and he takes a moment to savor the sight before delving back into her dripping-wet sex.
Harvey's lips and tongue trace over her like a well-worn map, each familiar path igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that begins deep within her and radiates through every inch of her being.
With every thrust and stroke, he propels her closer to the edge, the tension in her body mounting with each passing second. Yet, even as the pressure becomes almost unbearable, she knows that the greater her need, the better the release will be when it finally comes.
Harvey doesn't ease his efforts; if anything, he ramps up his ministrations, causing every muscle in her body to tense with anticipation until her entire being feels on the brink of eruption; he can clearly feel it in the way her sex tightens around his fingers. A surge of overwhelming energy courses through her, electrifying her from head to toe until finally, everything releases in an explosive climax. Yet it's not just her body that finds release; it's as if a floodgate of pent-up emotions bursts open, flooding her senses with an overwhelming rush of laughter and tears. She was already tired of crying, but her body still had pent-up heartbreaking feelings that it needed to expel.
"Hey.." Harvey murmurs as he settles beside her, their faces inches apart. "Feeling alright?" He whispers, tenderly pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Yes," she manages a warm smile through her tears. "Just," she exhales deeply, her voice shaky. "That was intense. Can you just hold me for a while?" Her words come out in a broken whisper, her body still reeling from the aftershocks of pleasure and emotion. Without a word, Harvey wraps his arms around her, offering her the solace she seeks.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice choked with emotion as she buries her face against his chest.
"Hey," he murmurs, gently tangling his fingers in her hair. "Should I be worried?"
She laughs softly, lifting her head to meet his gaze. "No, not at all," she reassures him, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "It's been too long of holding on, and what you did felt almost therapeutic."
A proud smile tugs at Harvey's lips as he brushes away a stray strand of hair from her face. "Would you like to stay here for a while?"
She nods, nestling back into his embrace. "Please."
"Of course, Donna," he whispers, planting a tender kiss on the crown of her head.
Donna releases a heavy sigh, allowing herself to collapse into Harvey's embrace, seeking refuge from the world in the comforting haven he provides. Tears stream down her cheeks, mingling with her sobs as she releases all the pent-up emotions that have been festering within her for far too long—anger, pain, frustration—all pouring out in a flood of cathartic release.
Harvey holds her steadfastly yet tenderly, offering her unwavering support as she surrenders to her tears. His fingers glide through her hair or trace soothing patterns along her bare back, his touch a reassuring anchor amidst the storm of her emotions.
"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice still trembling with the echoes of her tears.
"No, Donna. You don't have to apologize. It's okay," he murmurs, his fingers gently combing through her soft locks.
She furrows her brow, lifting her gaze to meet his. "We were... trying to have sex, I think," she says, a hint of laughter breaking through her tears.
"It's okay…" Harvey reassures her, tenderly wiping away her tears. "It's not the first time you've cried after an orgasm, and although I don't like it when you cry, I do like knowing that I can help you release that way. So, it's okay with me. And I'm sorry, I know these tears carry my name."
"It's okay, Harvey." She whispers and briefly kisses him. "And yeah, you're really helpful with that thing of making me orgasm and release a lot of stuff."
"It's good to know that." He responds and sweetly kisses her, but she doesn't answer the kiss in the way he was expecting, her gaze drifting away when they break. "Hey…" Harvey's gentle touch guides her chin back to meet his gaze. "Are you okay?" She nods repeatedly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and sliding her hand towards his underwear. "Hey… We don't have to—" he murmurs with a calm and loving tone.
"Yes, we have to. I want to," she asserts, her lips pressing against his once more before she nestles back into the curve of his body. Her hand finds its way to his crotch, fingers teasing him through the fabric of his boxers. "I'm sorry, I'm just... overwhelmed. But I want this," she explains, trailing a line of wet kisses along the column of his throat. She begins to cup him with her hand, the fabric still a barrier between them, eliciting a soft purr from him as he relaxes further into the mattress. "Or do you not want to?" she teases, her breath warm against his ear, feeling him harden again beneath her touch.
He sighs deeply, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "You have no idea how much I miss making love to you, Donna."
"Then let me do my job now," she teases back, her grip on him tightening slightly.
"But don't cry," he adds, his fingers tracing soothing patterns down her back.
"Don't worry, I know I'll be fine with you," she reassures him, meeting his lips once more. As their tongues dance together, Donna deftly frees his manhood from his boxers, her fingers now working over him with practiced skill, familiar with his every curve and contour.
"Get on top of me," he murmurs, playfully biting her lip.
"Are you that anxious, Specter?" She teases back, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"You have no idea," he responds with a grin, eagerly shedding his underwear. With a bit of effort, they manage to free him, and Donna straddles him, anticipation and desire simmering between them. "Good for you that I'm anxious as well," Donna retorts, sitting with him lying on the bed, already straddling him. She strokes him with her hand, grinding her pussy against his hard, swollen balls, relishing in the way he squirms beneath her.
"Shit, how I missed this," she moans, pressing the head of his cock, eliciting a grunt from him. "All this time without sex was torture," she adds, her fingers slick with his precum.
Harvey's expression shifts in an instant, morphing into the epitome of arrogance. "I tend to generate addictions in women."
She wrinkles her nose and playfully punches him in the abdomen. "You just have to do it with me," she teases, sliding down his shaft until he squeezes it.
He chuckles and reaches out his arm, returning the squeeze she's giving him on his cock to one of her breasts. "I know," he murmurs, pulling her closer until their lips meet once again. "You're the one," he whispers, guiding her by the nape of her neck until their mouths collide. Their tongues dance fervently, Donna rocking her hips against him, her hands wrapping his neck as his hands push her by her butt, their moans mingling in the heated air between them. "Fuck me," Harvey pleads. There have been too many emotional stages for one night already. Now, he just needs to feel her.
"I'm not the only one begging here, huh?" She murmurs with a playful smile, reaching for his throbbing cock with her hand.
"No, you're n–" Harvey begins to respond, but as Donna fits his full erection into her entrance, coherent words get stuck in his throat. "Damn it," he gasps as she contracts around him. With almost maddening slowness, she moves, relishing the sensation of him sliding inside her, eliciting a growl against his lips as she feels him completely buried in her. Then, she pauses for a moment, one of his hands kneading her butt and the other tenderly caressing her back. In a silent understanding, they shift without breaking their intimate connection. They need even more contact to be closer, so Harvey sits on the bed and she straddles him, her knees also sinking into the mattress, their hands roaming over each other's skin.
Once again, Harvey pauses, gazing deeply into her eyes as she moves her hips in sensual circles.
"What's going on?" she asks, caressing his cheek with the back of her fingers.
"We will be fine?" he asks, his words catching in his throat.
"Yes, Harvey," she responds confidently, nuzzling her nose against his. "We have already been through many crises, and we have always succeeded. Relationships and people change, and it's good that they do. If we hadn't changed, we would never have gotten here," she murmurs softly, her gaze locked on his. "And let me tell you, I love being here," she adds, a huge smile spreading across her lips.
He smiles back, finding solace in his wife's words. "Mhm yes, I love being here too. Especially, inside you," he says with a playful grin, his fingers tracing patterns along her spine before pulling her into a passionate kiss.
Harvey's hands find their place on her hips, then trail down to knead her buttocks, a signal that Donna eagerly takes to begin truly moving on top of him. She wraps her arms around his neck, and with his encouragement, she finally starts to ride him. She begins with a slow rhythm, allowing them both to feel every inch go in and out, gradually building up the intensity and passion between them.
"Do you really have to do this to me?" he murmurs, teasingly biting her neck.
She responds with a sultry laugh, a sound that never fails to drive him wild. "It's just... I want to stay here with you forever," she whispers, tightening around him and gently tugging at his hair.
"Believe me..." he growls and forces her hips down to fill her completely again. "I won't let you go again." He says it determinedly and lets his hips push against her.
"I know," she hums in agreement, pressing her lips fervently against his, letting him control her pace. She moves as his hands guide her.
But Harvey still grapples with a storm of emotions swirling inside him, a tumult he seeks to quell not only by asserting control over Donna but also by ensuring he's the one to bring her to climax once more. With a fluid motion, he maneuvers her onto the mattress and follows, momentarily breaking their intimate connection. "Can you?" she asks, her gaze briefly falling to the scar on his chest.
"Yeah," he answers confidently, his thick, hard, veiny cock pressing against her. Kneeling in front of her and with gentle precision, he enters her, feeling her body yield to accommodate him until he's fully inside her. Their hands entwine on her abdomen as she wears an idyllic smile, just momentarily releasing him before resting one leg on his torso, her heel finding purchase on his shoulder as he wraps it tightly. As if they could communicate solely through their gazes, he begins to move within her, each thrust gentle yet purposeful, his free hand ascending her abdomen to her breast, kneading it firmly. Donna's hands clutch around Harvey's arm as he gradually quickens his pace, her breasts bouncing to the rhythm he sets. Their bodies seem to synchronize, their breaths, moans, and growls harmonizing as they move together. Donna's hand finds her clit, and the sight alone propels Harvey toward the brink of climax. He increases his pace, drawing them closer and closer to the edge, his cock pulsating inside her as her walls tighten around him. "Make a mess for me, Donna," Harvey pleads, knowing she's on the precipice. And she does, surrendering to orgasm, her pussy contracting around him uncontrollably.
Donna's orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, engulfing her in a whirlwind of pleasure that leaves her gasping for breath. Every nerve ending ignites with electric intensity as her body tenses, waves of ecstasy coursing through her whole. As she surrenders to the overwhelming sensation, her inner walls clench around Harvey's throbbing cock, pulling him deeper into his coming orgasm.
"Keep fucking me," she moans; she needs to feel his orgasms inside her. And Harvey complies instantly, thrusting against her.
Harvey's body tenses as the surge of his climax takes hold, a wild wave of pleasure electrifying him like a bolt of lightning, propelling him to the peak. He surrenders completely to the moment, his essence spilling into her in a euphoric release.
Their gazes remain locked, conveying a depth of connection beyond words, both overwhelmed by the intensity of their union. As soon as he regains his strength, he guides her arms to sit up, and they envelop each other in a tight embrace. Their breaths mingle heavily against each other's skin, kisses peppering wherever they can reach as their hands roam over each other's bodies, rekindling the warmth of their intimacy.
But she needs one more moment to gaze into his eyes to fully grasp the reality of their reunion. The smile he gives her is perhaps the most radiant she has ever seen on him.
"Donna—" he murmurs softly against her lips, attempting to convey something more profound, yet finding himself at a loss for words. Saying her name feels inadequate, but simultaneously, he can't imagine a better way to express the depth of his feelings for her. He knows that each utterance of her name carries a world of meaning.
"I know," she replies, tracing her fingers gently along his jawline. "I know," she repeats, sincerity shining through her smile. They've already exchanged so many words tonight, and she recognizes that his use of her name is his way of summarizing everything they've discussed. At this moment, they require nothing more than a sense of peace. Donna rests her cheek against his shoulder, her nose nestled in his neck, and he begins peppering kisses on her forehead, eliciting a smile from her as she holds him tighter.
"I love you, Donna," he whispers, feeling her smile against his skin.
"I love you, Harvey," she responds, exhaling deeply as if by releasing all tension from her body, she can draw even closer to him.
Without the need for further words, Harvey lies down and gently guides her against his chest. He knows that falling asleep like this will likely aggravate the pain in his wound by morning, but the nights have always been when the ache between them feels most profound, amplified by their avoidance of the natural intimacy they once shared. Tonight, he just needs this—needs to hold her—to feel like everything is starting to return to normal.
"Harvey..." she whispers, a hint of trepidation in her voice as she leans into him.
"How many times do I need to reassure you that if something pains me too much, I'll take care of it?" He asks with a gentle chuckle, his arms tightening around her.
She laughs softly against his shoulder. "Okay, you can kick me out when I fall asleep if you want," she responds, snuggling tenderly against him. The sensation of being nestled against his chest again fills her with warmth and contentment.
"Sh... I need you close." He murmurs and smooches her forehead.
As they lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the weight of the past struggles seems to lift off their shoulders, if only for a moment. Their breaths fall into a steady rhythm as they drift closer to sleep.
Donna traces absent-minded patterns on Harvey's chest, her fingertips dancing lightly over his skin. With each gentle touch, she feels a sense of calm wash over her, as if the chaos of their recent challenges is slowly fading into the background.
Harvey's arms around her provide a sense of security she hasn't felt in a long time. His steady heartbeat beneath her ear is a reassuring reminder that he's alive, that the worst is over... They are in this together, facing whatever comes their way as a team.
As Donna's warmth seeps into him, Harvey's thoughts drift to the trials they've endured together. He recalls the countless nights spent apart, each one amplifying the ache in his chest. But now, with her nestled against him, he feels a sense of completeness he thought he'd lost forever.
Despite knowing that tomorrow's pain is inevitable, Harvey feels an undeniable sense of peace in the present moment. The steady rhythm of their breaths and the soft rise and fall of Donna's chest against his calm the storm in his mind. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, he allows himself to release the weight of their past struggles.
And as they drift off to sleep, entangled in each other's embrace, they know that they are stronger together than they could ever be miles apart.
• • • •
The sunlight gently falls on Harvey's eyelids, and he actually believes he's spent quite a generous number of minutes between sleep and wakefulness, but he feels too afraid to open his eyes. He knows Donna is by his side; he feels the warmth of her body and the scent of her skin, the fragrance of her hair. He senses her moving from time to time, and it brings him an immense sense of peace—a feeling entirely crushed by the anxiety he doesn't want to confront. Not now. Not after finally feeling like he's in the place where he belongs. Not right now, after burying that fear for weeks.
But he can't help it. As he opens his eyes, tears flood them in just a fraction of a second.
Donna is sleeping on her side, facing the side where Harvey lies. Her legs are slightly bent, and her arm rests on her abdomen, her breasts accentuated by her arm underneath, her body naked before him, and he loves that intimacy so much. Her facial expression, so relaxed, which he notices after brushing the hair from her face, only makes him welled up with tears even more. Witnessing her sleep has always been one of his favorite things. Unable to resist, he caresses her cheek with the back of his fingers, and the faint smile she forms completes his emotional breakdown.
He had been so close to losing this. He had been on the verge of never waking up beside her again. Of never waking up at all. The thought sends a jolt of raw panic coursing through him. He realizes, with a sinking feeling, that in the weeks prior, he had hardly allowed himself to acknowledge that fear. He had been clinically dead for a few agonizing minutes, or so they told him. How does one even begin to process such information? He had been so consumed by the turmoil in his marriage that he had pushed aside that searing pain, burying it deep within himself.
He knows he has been the worst husband in the world. He knows Donna deserves a man a thousand times better than him. Of course he knows. That's why he buried his feelings for her for so long. That's why, now he realizes, he was willing to burn alive with his inner demons to be ready for her. And yet, he knows he'll never be enough. Maybe at times he is or was. But not all the time. And he wants to be enough for her all the time, every single second of every single day, just like she is enough for him. He truly has no idea what he has done to deserve Donna's immense love. But what he does know is that dead, he wouldn't have been able to keep trying to repay it. And that paralyzes him.
He doesn't care about anything else, if he's honest. The only thing that matters to him, what tears him apart, is the feeling of having missed waking up with her sleeping beside him every day. The certainty that he would have missed the opportunity to share his life with her, to grow old with her. To see her dance around their house. To see her make coffee for both of them in their kitchen with a splash of vanilla. To feel her snuggle against him while they watch a movie. To hear her talk for too many uninterrupted minutes, not letting him get a word in edgewise. To be on top of or beneath her, making love. To share an innocent shower with her. The hot ones too. To see her happy on stage. To convince him to eat Thai food (again). To watch her pace back and forth around the house, tidying things that are already tidy. To be a front-row witness to every moment of her life. The good ones, but also the bad ones. That's the only thing that matters to him. That's all he wants to be: Donna's husband. And to try to be a little better every day, to try to resemble the incredible man he knows she deserves.
It's not that he wouldn't even care so much about being dead. What feels even worse is the fact that he could have left her alone. He thinks about it the other way around, and he knows he wouldn't have survived. The thought of living without Donna feels like death.
"Harvey..." she murmurs, her eyes barely open as she stretches her hand toward his cheek. "Hey... What's going on?" She asks with a very hoarse voice.
Harvey swallows hard and wraps his hand around hers. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he rasps and sobs at the same time.
She smiles tenderly and makes an effort to open her eyes a bit more. "You don't have to apologize for that," she says, stroking his cheek with her thumb. "Do you want to tell me what's going on?" He shakes his head, unable to put it into words. She exhales, understanding that he doesn't want to talk. Because, of course, she sees the pain and fear in his gaze. So, she just nods and gently guides him until his head rests on her bare chest. Her arms envelope him lovingly, giving him a place to lean on. Her hands caress him tenderly, and she sways gently from side to side.
Harvey allows himself to collapse into her. He holds her as tightly as he can, as if his life depended on it. And though it might sound a bit cheesy to think about it right now, he's pretty sure the reason he didn't give in on that operating table was only because he was certain she was waiting for him on the other side of the door. So maybe it's not just metaphorical.
"I'm sorry," he repeats, choking on his own words.
"You don't have to apologize, not right now," she reassures him, planting a sweet kiss on his forehead. "It's okay, I've got you," she whispers, squeezing him tighter for a moment, her embrace a comforting anchor in the storm of his emotions.
He shakes his head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I treated you, and I'm sorry for scaring you. I can't even imagine being in your place if you had been in that operating room. I wouldn't have been able to bear it," he continues to speak, or at least tries to, his words muddled by sobs and gasps for air.
"Harvey... Sit up a bit; you need to breathe," she urges calmly, recognizing that he won't catch his breath with his nose buried against her skin. "Come here." Donna shifts until she's sitting against the pillows, guiding him to lean his back against her torso. She envelops him with all her limbs, placing one hand gently on his chest. "Just breathe, okay?" Harvey nods, feeling suffocated by a wave of panic. It's reminiscent of the sensation he felt when he was trying to call her during his heart attack; only now she's here, holding him close. And he clings to her once more. "You don't have to apologize for your heart attack, Harvey. These things happen. Was it awful and terrifying? Did I feel like I was almost dying with you? Of course, I did. I can't deny it. But that's not your fault," she says calmly, though the memories of that nightmare threaten to overwhelm her.
"I was dead, Donna," he cries, the words tasting bitter on his tongue as he struggles to comprehend the nearness of his own mortality. His chest tightens with the weight of the realization, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I don't want to die, Donna. I want to stay here with you." He can't shake the image of himself lying on the operating table, helpless and alone, and the thought of leaving Donna behind is a crushing weight on his soul.
"And here you are, Harvey. And here I am, with you," she whispers, feeling the weight of anguish settle in her chest, holding onto him as tightly as she can.
"I know, but the doctor said people like me tend to have complications, and I'm terrified," he confesses, his voice trembling with raw emotion.
"If there are complications, I'll still be by your side. Okay? I won't let go, Harvey. And if there's anyone who knows how to navigate through complications, it's you, Harvey Specter," she says, her voice filled with unwavering confidence, invoking his name in a way that always bolsters his spirits.
He takes a deep breath, searching within himself for the strength to trust in her words. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This is not how I expected our first peaceful morning in who knows how long."
"I actually find it quite logical," she says, feeling his breathing starting to calm down, her hand still resting gently on his chest. She can't help but chuckle as she observes him furrowing his brow. "You've been covering this up. We've let our fight overshadow it. Yes, you did what you had to do to recover. And yes, I was there to support you. But you never allowed yourself to process what happened. And now that you feel safe again, you've opened the door to do so."
"Oh God, who needs therapy with a wife like you?" he says, and they both share a laugh as she pecks the side of his head.
"You're an idiot, you know that?"
He shrugs. "Yeah, I know," he replies, hooking his hands on her arms. With his wife back by his side and after everything that happened last night... There's no more pressing issue keeping Pandora's box sealed. And opening it feels like they're ripping his chest open again.
"Anyway... I think it would do you good to see a therapist," she suggests, carefully choosing her words and tone. "Or maybe even do it together," she adds, knowing that this might surprise him even more.
"Really?" he asks, looking at her again as she wipes away his tears.
She nods, her hand moving to his nape, gently scratching there. "Yes, if you're willing, of course."
He smiles with a bit more calmness than a few moments ago. "With you, I'm willing to do anything; you know that." She returns the smile, which he can't resist kissing, and they settle into each other's embrace once again. "Can we stay here for a while?"
"Of course, Harvey."
He exhales deeply. "Good, then we'll go have breakfast later. I'll have a sad plate of fruit and maybe some toast while you have that apple pie one last time because there's no way you won't wake up in our bed tomorrow."
She chuckles softly. "Alright, sleeping and waking up with you in our bed is certainly much better than that pie."
"So... You won't be joining me with the fruit today, will you?"
She laughs again. "I'm sorry, Harvey." He laughs too and holds her a little tighter.
"At least I'll be able to continue eating strawberries." He says, a mischievous and silly smile on his lips.
She feels a nice tingle run through her body at the thought of Harvey eating strawberries from her skin. "That is definitely good news!"
"Oh… I know that," he answers and smooches her neck, making her hum in response. "We'll get some for tonight."
"We'll have smoothies again?" She teases him, and he spins her around on the bed, leaving her trapped between him and her mattress.
"Exactly," he hums with a smug smile. "I'll make a smoothie to throw on you and taste it from your skin."
"Fuck, Harvey," she purrs, feeling a pleasant sensation settle in her lower abdomen. "Has the crisis made you this creative?" He raises his right eyebrow and leans in to whisper something so dirty and detailed in her ear that it definitely tightens her nipples and sends a wave of arousal down to her core. "I guess the pie will have to wait," she moans, spreading her legs so that his fingers meet her wetness once again.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you're still excited for the two updates that are left!