Harvey stood at the stove, his mission for the night: cook a delicious dinner for the love of his life. It had been a long and intense day at work, and all he wanted was to do something sweet for her. Give her a relaxing night, making her feel loved, seemed exactly what she needed. He stirred his secret recipe sauce with the kind of concentration he usually reserved for high-stakes litigation.
Moments later Donna appeared in the kitchen, freshly showered, wearing one of his old shirts. It looked so oversized on her, and as she stepped closer, he caught a hint of his body wash lingering on her skin.
"You smell good," he muttered, turning to give her a half smile.
Donna raised an eyebrow, hopping up onto the counter beside him. "I wonder why," she teased.
"Also, nice shirt," he joked, rolling up the sleeves and pointing at the embroidered letters on the cuffs. "I wonder whose it is…"
"It's my boyfriend's old shirt. Do you know him?" she said, leaning in for a little peck on his lips.
"What a generous guy he is. That shirt looks expensive," he joked, handing Donna a glass of red wine he'd already poured.
"He's rich, handsome, and claims he can cook," she mocked, taking a sip of her wine and running a hand over his chest.
"Hey, I can cook!" he replied, feigning offense and turning back to pay attention to what was cooking on the stove.
She adjusted herself more comfortably on the edge of the counter, legs crossed at the ankles, watching Harvey with an amused smile as he busied himself with the stove.
"Are you really sure you know what you're doing?" Donna asked, her tone playful but with a hint of genuine curiosity. She tilted her head to the side, her gaze following his every move.
Harvey glanced over at her, a confident smirk forming on his lips. "Of course I do. I'm a man of many talents."
Donna chuckled softly, clearly skeptical. "Harvey, last time you 'cooked,' we ended up ordering pizza."
"Can you just have a little faith in me?" he asked as he stole her glass of wine to take a sip.
He turned back to the stove, stirring the pot on low heat, clearly trying to make something that resembled a gourmet dish. Donna continued to watch him, her legs swinging lightly as she sat there, her smile softening. It was rare to see Harvey in such a calm state. He was always so controlled in the office, so meticulous. But now, he looked more relaxed, happier.
"So, what's on the menu tonight, Chef Specter?" she teased, leaning forward, her hands resting on the edge of the counter as she looked over at him.
Harvey didn't look up but smiled to himself, happy to see her intrigued. "A little something I like to call 'Harvey's Special.'"
Donna's eyes widened. "That's what you're calling it? 'Special' because it'll send us to the hospital with food poisoning?"
"Ah, ah. So funny," Harvey said, not really amused by her humor. "I would never poison you. At least not on purpose."
"Well, this is not reassuring," she replied, chuckling. "So what's inside this 'Harvey's Special' recipe?"
"It's got a little bit of everything. A touch of charm, a dash of skill, and a whole lot of heart," he added with his usual smug smile.
"I think you've confused this with your dating profile."
He laughed, turning to face her again. "Dating profile? Never needed one. Also, I'm not available anymore. I have all I need here with me right now," he said, moving in front of her and kissing her slowly.
He tenderly cradled her head, gently stroking her soft and freshly washed hair. As he pulled away, he lingered for a moment longer, caressing her cheek with his thumb. Donna smiled at him, she loved this soft side of Harvey so much.
She grabbed the wine glass and took another sip, her eyes fixed on him as he returned to his cooking. Never in her life had she imagined spending her night watching Harvey cook for her. She had always dreamed of it, but she never thought her wishes would come true.
Harvey proceeded to add some weird ingredients in the pot and smiled at Donna as he grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the sauce.
"Alright, what do you think of this?" he said, holding it up to her lips. "Taste test time. Just don't go falling in love with my cooking skills. Because I am not going to cook every night."
Donna raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical but intrigued. She leaned in and took a small taste, her eyes lighting up as she savored the flavor. "Damn, I can't deny it. This is actually... pretty good."
"See?" Harvey said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "I told you I could cook."
"You really can cook, Chef Specter," she commented, stealing a piece of carrot he had just cut.
"Hey, don't eat my ingredients!" he complained, pretending to be annoyed. "You're going to ruin my special dish."
She flashed him a mischievous grin. "Oh, come on, you can spare a little carrot. Besides, I'm helping. Quality control."
He raised an eyebrow. "Quality control, huh? You're just looking for an excuse to steal my food."
With a sly grin, she quickly snatched another piece of carrot.
"Oh my God, you pretty little thief! You're gonna pay for this," he said, his voice turning mock serious as he moved in front of her. He suddenly lunged toward her, hands ready to tickle her sides.
"Harvey! Please stop!" she begged, giggling.
He paused and gazed into her eyes, seeing how happy and content she was. She looked so in love with him and he definitely felt the same way. Unable to resist, he leaned in slowly, brushing his lips against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. The kiss deepened gently, and they stayed lost in the moment, savoring each breathless second together. When they finally pulled away, he lingered just above her lips for a few more seconds, giving her one last tender, delicate kiss.
She rested her hand on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. Slowly, she slipped one finger through the opening in his shirt buttons and gently brushed it against his bare skin. Harvey placed his hand over hers, caressing it with his thumb.
"You glow when you're happy," Donna said, gazing into his deep brown eyes.
"I'm happy when I'm with you," he replied simply, meaning every word. He had never been as happy in his life as he was since they had finally gotten together.
"I'm happy when I'm with you too, Harvey. So happy," she said, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt and kissing him again.
As they kissed, both of them got lost in the moment, the world outside of their small bubble fading away. Donna's fingers traced the lines of his jaw as Harvey's hand found its way to the back of her head, pulling her closer.
"I never thought we'd be here," Harvey murmured against her lips, his voice low and tender.
"Neither did I," Donna replied with a smile, her forehead resting against his. "But I wouldn't change it for anything."
Harvey smiled softly. "Me neither," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
He couldn't resist and started kissing her again, but this time, he got a bit carried away. What started as just a simple, innocent kiss on her lips turned into him slowly making his way down her neck, kissing and biting it, sending shivers down her spine.
Only she knew how much she loved him kissing her like this, she dreamed about it for so long and now they were finally together she wanted to experience this over and over again.
"Keep going," she muttered, pushing his head a bit down.
And he did, he kept going. He kept going until he realized their dinner was still cooking on the stove and unless they wanted to order pizza like the last time he had to turn his attention back to it.
"No! Come back here," she complained, still trying to pull him back.
"Be patient. First dinner, then dessert," he teased her. "Chef Specter can't burn his special meal."
She rolled her eyes, laughing, and took a moment to appreciate him, not just for his looks. When they first met her first impression was that Harvey was an absolute bitch. A hot, cocky bastard. A bastard she couldn't live without apparently. But now, watching him try to cook something special for their dinner made her realize how much more Harvey was. He wasn't just the best closer in town; he was also the most perfect and caring boyfriend.
She smiled, downing the last bit of wine.
"You know, Rachel called yesterday," Donna started.
She loved having random conversations about nothing with him. It was a luxury she never had when they weren't together.
"So? How is she doing in Seattle? Did she kill Mike yet?"
"They're doing great, and Mike's still alive," she chuckled. "They invited us over for Thanksgiving. I'd love to go. Do you think we can manage with your schedule?" she asked, hoping for a positive answer.
Realistically, she knew how busy Harvey was and wasn't going to be disappointed if they ended up not going.
Harvey turned off the stove, dinner now ready. He took Donna's hand and helped her down from the counter, standing in front of him.
"Consider my schedule clear already. I'm never too busy when it comes to spending time with you and doing something that makes you happy," Harvey said, placing a finger under her chin to lift her head. He slowly leaned in and softly kissed her forehead.
Donna smiled and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. "I love you, Harvey," she said, her voice full of gratitude.
She felt Harvey's arm around her body, his hand slowly brushing against her back. She never felt so loved in her entire life.
"I love you too," he replied, tenderly kissing the top of her head. "Now," he added, pulling back slightly, "how about you help me serve dinner, so we can eat and see if I've earned my portion of dessert?"
Donna laughed at his innuendo, knowing exactly what kind of dessert he was craving.
"Hope you bought some whipped cream to put on top of it," she replied with a wink, as she grabbed two plates and helped Harvey with the meal.
Turned out that Harvey was, in fact, an incredible chef. The dinner was absolutely delicious. But the dessert? It was fire.
ELLO.
Posting this fluffy and domestic one-shot because, why not? I wish we got to see scenes like this one, just them being cute and soft. But we got robbed, so yeah. Enjoy this lol
Just so you know, this idea came out of a conversation I had with my friend JJ: so this is for you, girl. Hope you like it.