A/N: Happy Valentine's Day. Again :) To add some canon, married Darvey fluff and smut into the mix on this day of love, here is the second and final part of 'You and I in Paradise'.

The first bit, by the way, is the dream that started this fic in the first place :) I can still see it, when I concentrate on it. Even after all this time. The power of Darvey.

This chapter is for Nanna, who voiced some wishes for this one and because she deserves all the love, and for Caroline, who kept reminding me to finish this one when I had almost given up on it and because she is one of my brightest lights.

You and I in Paradise

Part II

"Harvey, I'm warning you," Donna threatens and he might have actually considered to take it seriously if there hadn't also been a slight giggle in her tone.

So instead, her words only had the contrary effect, the mischievous smirk on Harvey's lips only spreading that much more as he carries her closer to the edge. He almost loses his footing for a second, when the wooden ground shakes beneath them, prompting Donna to wrap her arms around his neck even tighter.

"What, we've been married for less than two weeks and already you don't trust me anymore?" Harvey chuckles, taking another wobbly step forward.

Her half-naked body presses tantalizingly against his bare chest, the heat growing between them all of a sudden having nothing to do with the Caribbean sun shining down on them but everything with the hardening pebbles of her breasts grazing over his skin. A flash of arousal makes him reconsider his plan for just a moment, as his eyes glide over to the cozy sundeck on which they'd made love more than once on their trip already.

Reading his thoughts as only she could, she pulls back slightly to look at him. "If you don't plan on taking me over there to have your way with me, you better let me down, right about now, Harvey," Donna growls, this time more serious but the amused glint in her eyes tells Harvey she is anything but. Her grip slackens just a tiny bit, as she lets one of her hands slide to the back of his head, immediately beginning to play with the hair she finds there. The touch alone is enough to elicit a deep groan from Harvey and he is even this close to actually giving in when her next words challenge him compellingly. "Come on, Harvey," Donna drawls, leaning in again to whisper in his ear. "You know you can't resist me." Her other hand draws down his neck and chest; her fingernails teasing him mercilessly.

And he can't resist her, that much is true, but the urge to win that's rooted so deeply in his DNA also doesn't want to let her keep the upper hand quite so easily. So to prove his point - because really, he would just make it up to her in all the ways he knows she loves - he takes the last step towards the edge and before she can react, before she can say another word or even just hold on to him, his mischievous smirk turns into a full-blown smile as he takes the plunge and jumps from their yacht into the Caribbean sea with Donna securely wrapped in his arms.

She shrieks hysterically, her surprised 'Harvey' blurring into a yell and a moan before it's drowned out by the ocean that swallows her whole. Harvey is the first one to resurface, a hearty laugh wrecking his body as he waits for Donna's head to appear. Her fiery hair sticks to her face as she turns around to look for him. And when her eyes finally do find him, he instinctively takes a stroke or two away from her, putting enough safety distance between them.

"Harvey. Reginald. Specter. You did not just throw me into the ocean," Donna says exasperatedly, trying to close the distance he has put between them.

"I just thought you could need a cooling-down. We can't have you seduce me every ten minutes of our honeymoon," Harvey replies, shrugging his shoulders before he swims away from her again.

"I did not hear you complain those past eight days, mister," Donna retorts, pointing a finger at him. "Oh Donna, you feel so good," Donna mimics him, deepening her voice. "Oh Donna, will I ever get enough of you," she continues, watching him as he finally stops swimming away from her, his eyes darkening. "Oh god, Donna, I need you," she repeats the words he had groaned into her ear the night before. "Fuck Donna," she growls her own name, as the distance evaporates, "you're so wet."

Despite the cold water surrounding him, the heat inside of him grows exponentially. "And look how wet you are right now," Harvey smirks, reaching for his wife and pulling her against his body. Her legs wrap around his waist automatically, as their arms keep them afloat. "All because of me."

Donna leans in, her eyes sparkling in the afternoon sun. "Always only ever because of you," she sighs seductively, her voice making Harvey doubt yet again if throwing her into the water had been the right choice.

"Let's get out of here, shall we?" Harvey suggests, groaning as she grinds her hips against him.

Her lips find his in a searing kiss that takes his breath away in a matter of seconds. Her hands slide through his wet hair, angling his head so she could deepen the kiss. Her tongue glides teasingly along his lower lip, eliciting another groan with the next rotation of her hip. Harvey is just about to open his mouth to her, when she abruptly breaks away from him, entangling herself from his embrace.

"Nah, you know what? I think I'm gonna do my laps now," Donna replies nonchalantly, in powerful strokes swimming away from Harvey, who is left in a dumbfounded stupor.

~o~o~

"Wrap your fingers around it gently," Harvey orders intently, the commanding tone in his voice sending a bolt straight to her core. His fingers intertwine with hers, guiding her gently.

"Like this?" Donna asks, following his lead as they push forward.

"Yes, like that," Harvey nods, a proud smile tugging at his lips. "Push forward slowly and only gradually add pressure to avoid accelerating too quickly." Harvey lets go of her hand again, watching her with a satisfied smile as she moves deliberately.

Her other hand is securely engulfing the steering wheel, keeping the boat steady on their flight over the wavy ocean. Harvey leans slightly over her, pushing one of the buttons on the control panel. "Try to keep the speed at around seven knots," Harvey instructs, pointing at one of the displays to her right. The small arrow oscillates between six and eight knots for a few moments before it slowly levels off at the black seven.

If Harvey had been the captain, he would have set the boat on autopilot at this point in time. But seeing as he really wanted Donna to learn how to drive, he also wanted to let her do so without any mechanical help. Instead, he gets up from his chair beside her. "I'm gonna head downstairs to get us something to drink. Do you need anything else?"

"What? Harvey, you can't leave me alone up here!" Donna replies immediately, a slight panic in her voice.

"Of course, I can. You're doing just fine, Donna," Harvey reassures her with a confident expression flashing over his face. "Just keep going like this. And have an eye on the waves. If they should rise in height, we need to go get further out into the open ocean. Just steer it starboard and over the waves."

"Wait, what was starboard again?" Donna eyebrows creasing in confusion.

"To the right," Harvey explains. "When you look ahead, port is the left side of the boat and starboard is the right side. It's easier to remember if you remember that both 'port' and 'left' are the two four-letter words."

"Alright. Port is left. Starboard is right. Got it," Donna repeats, breaking the eye contact with her husband to focus on the boat and the water again. "Now go. Get me my cocktail," Donna commands, shooing him away with one hand.

With a chuckle, Harvey salutes her. "Aye, captain." And with her laughter in his back, Harvey heads downstairs, convinced and trusting that Donna could stand her ground for a few minutes all by herself.

In the kitchen, he rummages through the fridge to get all the ingredients for their new, favorite drink. Chopping and mixing and shaking, Harvey puts all of his energy into doing it exactly the way they had taught him only days ago. Once he's done and satisfied, he grabs the remaining strawberries and the two glasses, before making his way back up to the hardtop.

"Are we allowed to drink alcohol while driving this thing?" Donna asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not, no. But you are," he replies, handing Donna her Strawberry Colada. They'd both fallen in love with the mixture during their stay at White Whale Cay and had stocked up on the ingredients before they had left for their next adventure. Harvey's version of the Strawberry Colada included a larger portion of the lemon syrup to make it less sweet and unfortunately also lacked the white rum for the sake of getting them to their next destination safely. Placing his drink in the holding by his side, he takes over the steering wheel and the throttle lever from Donna, who exhales a relieved sigh as the pressure falls off of her.

"Thank you for teaching me how to drive the boat, Harvey," Donna mumbles with the straw of her cocktail already placed against her lips.

"You're very welcome," Harvey replies with a nod, another proud and happy smile lightening up his face. "It was actually a lot of fun that I got to teach you something for a change."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Donna laughs with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Nothing… just… as I've said before… so far, you've always been my compass. Teaching me. Guiding me," Harvey tries to explain. "And even if it's just something practical like driving a boat… it felt nice to teach you."

Donna studies him for a moment, his gaze fixed on the control panel for a second before he finds her eyes again. "You do know that driving a boat isn't the only thing I've learned from you over the years, right?"

Harvey quietly returns her gaze. "Have you really though?" He wants to know after a heartbeat or two.

"Of course, Harvey," Donna responds unhesitatingly.

"Like what?" Harvey asks, eyes still trained on her.

"Well, patience, obviously." Her reply elicits a chuckle from Harvey, which makes Donna smile in return. "You've taught me how to be strong and unrelenting and how to negotiate my way out of situations when my wit and charm don't suffice. Your unwavering belief and trust in me have taught me that I can do and be whoever and whatever I want to do and be. You taught me that I can lay my life into the hands of another person and having complete faith in the fact that said person will keep it safe. You need me to list more?"

Harvey stares at her for a moment, a soft and grateful expression in his warm eyes. "No. You convinced me."

"You make me a better person each and every day. Never doubt that, Harvey," Donna explains, squeezing his hand.

"As do you," Harvey confirms, squeezing her right back.

A whole other conversation flows between them effortlessly. Wordlessly. Intensely. Happy smiles softening their features, before they continue on to navigate towards their next goal.

~o~o~

Each day that passes on their honeymoon, the pressure of the old firm is slowly but surely falling away for good and them, at last, having the time to focus on each other and their relationship like normal people do, Donna and Harvey constantly find each other being drawn to each other like that. It's not that passion or intimacy had ever really lacked in their relationship before but with the professional obligations that have been a constant companion of their relationship so far, they more often than not simply had collapsed on their couch or in bed after a long and exhausting day at the office.

And while they aren't sixteen-year-old teenagers anymore, out there on the ocean, with just the two of them, some of these crazy, euphoric, hormonal emotions and feelings are returning full-force. It had felt foreign at first, to be at liberty to touch and kiss and love whenever they wanted to, with no need to keep things professional in the eye of everyone watching and with no fear of getting interrupted by people or situations.

They were free. And newly married. And they celebrated that and rejoiced.

As Donna is getting ready for bed, after another day of doing nothing but swimming, talking, reading and cooking, she contemplates if she has ever been this happy before. As hot water is cascading over her body, and total relaxation is streaming inside of it, she doubts that she had. Of course, there are many days and moments throughout her life she can think of that had made her ineffably happy and content.

But being out here in the open, with Harvey, alone and together, with civilization a million miles away, and worries and doubts being vaporized as soon as they tried to invade the protective atmosphere around their relationship, she can't think of a single thing that would make her happier or make this second right here any more perfect than it is. Well, except maybe-.

A smile spreads on her lips when she feels a gush of wind against her back. She doesn't need to turn around to look, her smile expanding even more as she pretends that her thoughts must have undoubtedly summoned him to her.

And sure enough, after some rustling sounds, the door to the shower gets opened and closed a moment later. A shiver runs down her body when Harvey's hands reach for her waist before he lets them slide to her stomach, adding pressure to gently but deliberately pull her back against his front. Holding her close, his lips find her shoulder, immediately peppering kisses all the way up to her ear.

"I missed you," he whispers, while his hands begin to roam over her upper body.

"I can feel that," Donna giggles, pressing her butt against his groin; his already hardened length getting caught between their bodies, which elicits a deep and guttural groan from her husband.

The sound and the heat traveling over her neck is sending her own blood rushing, need instantly pooling between her legs. His movements on her wet and soapy body are effortless and when he cups her breasts with both hands, squeezing and teasing, Donna is already melting in his arms right then and there.

He's always known which buttons he needed to press; all the mental ones and the emotional ones, and even the physical ones already during their first time together. These days though, after having succumbed to their passion more times than she could count, he seems to have become even better at arousing her body in all the right ways, in all the fastest ways, if he so wanted. It could also be the constant sensitivity she's feeling that makes her even more susceptible to his touches; but either way, she loves what's happening and the way he makes her feel and the way she gets to make him feel, whenever they want to do so. Which apparently is all the time now.

With his left hand and fingers still teasing her erect nipple, Harvey's other one slides down over her flat stomach and right between her legs, without much hesitation. He groans and grinds against her when he finds her clean-shaven center, and the way his fingertips are covering her tender flesh is making her buck against him even more.

Their passion and need are instant and all-consuming, spurred on by their intense reactions and hearty moans.

"I can't stop wanting you," Harvey groans into her ear again, his words having an almost desperate ring to it.

"Oh god, Harvey," Donna moans loudly, as his finger slips between her folds effortlessly. Her bundle of nerves is reacting to his touch instantaneously, sending surges of heat through her whole body and making her knees weak all at once.

His movements are relentless, and they both know that their union would be quick and passionate and over in a matter of minutes. She can already feel herself nearing the cliff when Harvey slides a finger inside of her, carefully stretching her walls before he begins a gentle rhythm of thrusting and withdrawing. With every stroke, he grinds his hips into her back; the slippery sensation of their skins enough to stimulate his pulsating length.

It's almost all too much for Donna to handle, all the emotions and feelings that are raining down on her. The hot water on her front, Harvey pressed against her back, his lips and teeth kissing and nibbling that sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, one hand pressing against her stomach to keep her secured against him, while the other one worked her into a frenzy at his mercy.

She's even this close to falling, the first contractions deep within her announcing the pending fall, when Harvey all of a sudden withdraws his hand and stops kissing her neck. A frustrated groan reverberates between the tile walls, that almost makes Harvey chuckle, if only his want hadn't already taken over his whole body already.

So instead, he moves them a step towards the wall and brings his mouth to her ears again. Hot breath mixes with warm water, making her tingle all over again. "I need you now," he rasps in her ear, ever so carefully bending her forward. "Hold on," Harvey whispers, as one of his knees nudges her legs apart.

All too willingly and excited, Donna follows his wordless instructions and is only mere seconds later rewarded with a breathtaking pressure against her entrance. Sneaking one arm around her waist to hold her, his other one reaching for the tile wall as well, too afraid he might fall from the sheer pleasure that is threatening to consume him.

Pushing forward, Harvey slides into her an inch or two, before he stills and pulls back again; the movement eliciting deep groans from them both. He repeats the motion for a few more times, each time inching a little further before pulling all the way back again. Only on his fourth or fifth round does he finally give in; thrusting all the way into her scorching heat.

And then it's an inebriation of touches and sighs, of moans and slides, and of hands and lips and cries of ecstasy. Instinct takes over quicker than it usually does, as they chase the ultimate release together. It doesn't take long either, both having already been perilously close before they had united like this, for them to see the blinding light. It's starting as a ball of energy deep within them, almost simultaneously, expanding first through Donna only to be set off seconds later by Harvey, when his fingers slide to her center and begin to vigorously rub over her clit as he picks up his speed to fuel the energy inside of him.

Donna explodes around him with a cry of his name on her lips; her hard and jerky contractions sufficient to trigger his own orgasm in a knee-weakening intensity. He falls forward over her, as his hips keep pushing against her with uneven bumps; both riding out the intense pleasure they could only ever experience with each other.

~o~o~

Each of their days is filled with sun and laughter, with love and intimacy, with reading and sleeping or with exploring and taking walks. They do venture out during the second week some more; debarking whenever an island seemed inviting enough to take a closer look at it. And yet, what they still enjoy the most is the time they spend together and alone on their boat. Just laying around, listening to music or the ocean, or to each other when they had stories to tell. Touching. Caressing. Being close.

They also fell into an easy rhythm in the kitchen, finding that preparing their meals together might just be one of their new favorite things to do. They don't need many words to coordinate who would be doing what, as the efficiency they had perfected by working together for fifteen years effortlessly devolves into their private life as well.

With the fish they had bought at the market earlier that day, Harvey stands in front of the outdoor barbecue on Wednesday night. Donna had just finished preparing their salad and had then made herself comfortable on the leathery bench of the outside dining area.

Her eyes are sliding over him appreciatively; from the shadow of a beard on his jaw, to his crisp white dress shirt half-unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up, arms and biceps flexing when he expertly but carefully flips the fish around, over his toned and tanned chest that's peeking through the slit and further down to his beige chino shorts, that are hanging low on his hips. Everything about him screams confidence and elegance, all softened down due to the lack of his suit but not in the least any less attractive because of it. On the contrary. Donna is inclined to think that he has never been more attractive to her than he is these days.

But then she remembers that it doesn't even matter what he's wearing, that none of that had ever really mattered, not even in the past because the things she finds most attractive don't have a Tom Ford name tag on them.

It is his unwavering confidence and his unrelenting strength, though not the one that comes with his exterior, but the one that comes from deep within and that makes her feel safe and protected no matter the challenges that are thrown their way. And it's his attentiveness and softness, with which he treats the people that he loves. And it's the way in which he can be both at the same time, strong and powerful, and soft and caring, that to her makes him the most attractive.

Feeling her gaze on his back, Harvey turns around and a smile spreads when he indeed finds Donna looking at him.

"What?" He asks with an amused expression, placing the spatula on the tray next to the barbecue.

"Nothing. I just love to watch you cook," Donna replies with a wink. "Can you believe it? This time next week we'll most likely be able to break in the kitchen in our new home."

Harvey nods, as he walks over to hear and takes the seat by her feet, reaching for her right shin and squeezing it gently for a moment. "Yeah, that's true."

A shadow flashes over Harvey's face but it's gone as quickly as it came. Anyone else might not have even noticed it, but Donna is Donna and she knows her husband all too well. "Hey, don't hold back the excitement on my account," she quips teasingly, nudging his thigh with her toes.

"It's not that. I just… I like it here. I like getting to spend so much time with you… getting to do all the things we didn't get to do and be in the past. I'm not sure I'm ready yet to share you with the world again," he sighs and the honesty in his words is accelerating her heart.

"But apart from that, you are looking forward to Seattle in general, right?"

"Of course," Harvey quickly reassures her.

"Okay, good," Donna replies with relief washing over her. "And you remember our conversation when we decided to move to Seattle?"

"You know I do," Harvey nods again.

"One of our main incentives to do it was the fact that we'd get to take a step back. That we won't have to deal with the constant stress of running a firm anymore but actually get to take the time to just be. You and me." Donna sits up and reaches for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. "Because don't get me wrong. I'm not ready to give this up either." She squeezes his hand reassuringly. "I like us being like this. Relaxed. At peace. In love. And I want to hold on to all of that even after we move."

"I do, too," Harvey replies earnestly. "I really do, too."

"Then let's promise each other that that's what Seattle is going to be like for us. We'll take time for us. We'll not let work come first anymore. At least not, when it isn't a life or death kind of situation at the office. We'll go on dates. We'll spend Sundays lying on the sofa, doing nothing. We'll go home early on a regular basis and prepare delicious dinners together. We could take dancing lessons, or find something that we can learn together." Donna says before she's inching even closer to him. "And we're going to make love at least as often as we're doing here." Her hand comes up to his chest, daringly tracing the skin of his chest.

With his palm cupping her cheek, he brings her face closer and leans in, capturing her lips in a promising kiss. "Promise," he breathes, his eyes sparkling with their love and his undying devotion for the woman forever by his side.

~o~o~

With their half-full bottle of wine and two glasses, Harvey climbs up the stairs to the hardtop. Donna has already gotten comfortable on the sunbed and lies there wrapped in her thin blanket. "Watch us turn into sex addicts and alcoholics during our honeymoon," Harvey laughs, as he slides into the spot right beside her.

Donna smiles but hesitates for a moment, focusing on his face before she replies. "Well, I have to enjoy it while I still can."

Harvey stops halfway through the process of filling up her glass; eyes wide as he looks back at her. "What do you mean?

A nervous tingle reverberates through her body all of a sudden. "You just put a ring on my finger and we bought a house the other day. And all that not even a year into our relationship. How much longer do you think it'll be before you knock me up?"

An undefinable noise that's stuck somewhere between a chuckle and a gasp escapes his lips. With his gaze still fixed on her, he studies her for a moment before he replies: "First of all, it's been fifteen years," he reminds her before intensity begins to sparkle in his eyes. "And second… is that what you want?"

"Isn't it what you want?" Donna returns the question with uncertainty in her eyes.

"No, Donna. I asked you first," Harvey replies, wanting to hear her thoughts about this particular topic without being influenced by his. He places the bottle and wine on the tray behind him, then looks at Donna again.

"Well, I definitely wouldn't object to the idea," Donna responds carefully, the uncertainty having found its way into her words as well. They hadn't talked about kids yet and while she had an inkling about Harvey's wishes on the matter, she also doesn't want to presume anything.

"Object to the idea?" Harvey repeats her words with a raised eyebrow. "That sounds like we are talking about which car we should get next."

Donna chuckles quietly, before sobering up. "Sorry… you're right. What I meant is… I'd love to have a family with you, Harvey. I mean… if that's what you wanted, too."

A new and different kind of warmth swells inside of Harvey as an onslaught of images of a possible future flash before his inner eye; every additional frame quickly turning into his favorite movie. The warmth spreads from his heart through his body, into his eyes and his smile, as he focuses on his wife again.

"You're already more family than I ever believed I'd have. And if it was just the two of us for the rest of our lives, I'd be completely happy," Harvey begins, reaching for her hand. The contact is sending reassurance and contentment through them, making Donna smile warmly at him. "But the thought of a little redheaded baby… with you…" Harvey says, a peaceful expression spreading on his face. "Yeah. I'd very much love that," Harvey sighs, as another surge of happiness and love flows through him.

His aura is infectious, as his emotions seep right into Donna and fill her up. Inching even closer towards her, Harvey leans himself against the backrest of the sunbed, before he gently pulls Donna into his arms.

For a while, they just lie there in silence; enjoying each other's warmth and comfort at their new reality falls into place around them. It's Donna a little while later, who speaks up again first.

"You do realize though that the chances of getting a redheaded baby are very slim, right? Especially with… you know… you not being one?" Donna chuckles.

"I know. But you're the strongest woman I know. If anyone's genes' can take it up with mine, it's yours."

The serious and convincing tone in his voice makes Donna chuckle turn into a real laugh; intense happiness still pulsating through her body.

"I guess we'll see about that when the time comes," Donna murmurs, closing her eyes for a moment.

"We will," Harvey nods. "And really, I don't even care. It'll be yours and mine, no matter the hair color or eye color or sex, he or she will be perfect."

"Oh absolutely, that's out of the question," Donna replies, pressing her lips against his chest in a quick kiss, before nestling her cheek against it. His heart is beating strongly and steadily beneath her palm, and between all the perfect moments during their honeymoon, this would truly be one of those Donna would remember the most when looking back.

Harvey is mentally already buying tons of toys and the most functional and ridiculously expensive baby carriage when Donna's giggle pulls him back to the present.

"Imagine if our little one falls in love with Lucy," Donna says, gently tapping her fingers against his chest.

"God no, Donna, why would you even think that? Let alone say it out loud?" Harvey's face contorts in discomfort and another fit of laughter shakes Donna.

"Okay, then maybe with Rachel and Mike's?" Donna suggests instead, the thought alone enough to spread that smile on her face.

That insinuation makes Harvey still. "Do you know something that I don't?" Harvey wants to know, eyebrow raised in question.

"There is always-" Donna begins but is immediately interrupted by her husband.

"… something you know that I don't," he finishes her sentence. "I know."

"But no. They aren't pregnant, as far as I know. They're trying though. So who knows how long it will be before they are."

"Right. Well, either way, they hopefully won't be that much apart in age."

"That would be nice, yeah," Donna agrees with a sigh, sinking further into his embrace, that tightens around her body.

They listen to the waves and their heartbeats, as the stars multiply in numbers with every minute that passes.

'Paradise,' Harvey thinks contently and presses a kiss against her forehead.

"I love you," he whispers quietly, lips still hovering inches above her skin.

"I love you, too, Harvey," Donna replies and pulls him closer.

~o~o~

Cold droplets tapping against her skin suddenly rouse Donna from her sleep. A little disoriented she looks around, trying to figure out where the water was coming from. Next to her, Harvey lies with his eyes closed; the book he had been reading resting unfolded on his chest. His deep and even breathing is telling her, that he's asleep, so he definitely couldn't have been the one to rain it on her.

Only then do the patting sounds register with her mind and her gaze immediately shoots upwards to the sky. Another drop falls down on her cheek, as she takes in the clouds above their boat. Clouds so thick and dark, that they seemed to carry the water of the entire ocean. And clouds, that in the distance are sending bolts of lightning over the sky.

"Harvey," Donna whispers, gently boxing against his shoulder.

He only barely moves, so Donna tries again, a little louder and less gentle this time. "Harvey, wake up."

His eyes snap open instantly, worry and concern in his gaze and words. "What's wrong?"

"We have a problem," Donna states, pointing with her finger into the distance, where another flash enlightens the sky.

Harvey needs a few more seconds to catch up but once he does, he immediately sits up. "Shit," he hisses. "I forgot to check the weather this morning."

"What are we going to do now?" Donna asks, a hint of insecurity in her voice.

"I'm navigating us back to Guadaloupe. Luckily, we aren't that far off yet so we should get there in time. You go inside, so you'll be dry and safe."

"Will you stay here?"

"Yeah, for now. The view is clearer from up here than it is down below."

"Will you be safe?" Donna wants to know, watching him with concern as he gets up and moves to his seat behind the control panel.

"I will be," Harvey replies reassuringly, as he prepares to get the boat moving. "We can't even hear the thunder yet so the storm is still far away. But you need to get inside so I can concentrate on getting us back to the island, okay?"

"Alright. But promise me you'll come down when it gets too dangerous, okay?"

Their eyes lock and Harvey immediately nods. "I promise you. I'll be with you as soon as possible."

Reluctantly but eventually, Donna retreated to the inside, after she had cleared the dining table in the back of the boat, and had put all the pillows and blankets and towels that had been strewn around inside as well.

Just when she pulled the doors closed behind her and made herself somehow comfortable on the leather couch, do the waves grow in intensity; making the boat rock a lot harder than it had all those days before. And while she normally doesn't have a queasy stomach, the way the boat is shaking now while Harvey is chasing it over the stormy ocean, is soon proving to be too much for her.

She's trying to distract herself with some light reading, but the words begin to blur five minutes in and that isn't really helping to settle her stomach at all. So instead, she reaches for her cellphone, turns on her favorite Spotify playlist, before she simply lies back and begins to meditate.

The next time she opens her eyes, Harvey is leaning over her, gently caressing her shoulder. Sunlight is streaming in from one side of the window front, warming Harvey's eyes as he looks down at her.

"We're back in Guadaloupe," he explains, smiling softly.

"We're safe?" Donna asks, still a little out of sorts from her meditation turned slumber.

"We are. I told you I'd never let anything happen to you," Harvey responds, gently squeezing her shoulder. "And it looks like the storm is heading in the other direction because there are no warnings for the area here."

"Okay. Good. I'm relieved," Donna sighs, closing her eyes for another moment to align her body and soul again. When she has, she reopens her eyes and gratefully smiles at her husband. "Thank you, Harvey."

"No need to thank me. I'll always keep us safe," he replies, leaning in to kiss her.

Both of them snuggle up on the couch for a little while after that, as they come down from the mental stress of the past hour and a half. The sun is already beginning its descent by the time they've found back to their relaxed state, as Harvey begins to shift behind Donna.

"Since we're already here… You wanna head into town and maybe find a nice restaurant?"

"I would love that, yeah," Donna immediately agrees with a nod.

The two of them take a quick shower before they slip into proper outfits for the first time that day. They take a peaceful stroll through the little town center, its streets filled with people and flowers and last rays of sunlight; none of it showing any sign of the storm that is raging over the ocean.

Donna and Harvey find a little restaurant by the water that is overlooking the yacht club and they get to sit outside and watch the sun as it slowly but surely disappears on the horizon.

While they wait for their dessert, Harvey excuses himself with some sort of excuse and when he returns about fifteen minutes later, he has a sheepish grin on his face.

"What's gotten into you?" Donna asks surprised, eyeing him curiously. "And where were you? I thought I'd have to send a search party for you."

"I just had to get something," he says with a shrug, taking his seat opposite of her again.

"What did you have to get that was so important that you left your wife alone in a foreign city for fifteen minutes?" Donna wants to know, the accusation in her voice only overruled by the teasing glimmer in her eyes.

Instead of saying anything, Harvey conjures a blue box out of thin air and places it right in front of Donna with a satisfied smile.

"What's that?" Donna questions, surprised and overwhelmed.

"Open it and you'll see," Harvey chuckles, his eyes already resting on her to see her reaction.

Which is the brightest of smiles and the sparkliest of eyes when Donna finds the content of the box. On a satiny white underground lies a delicate, silver bracelet, holding a single, ocean-blue pearl, that's illuminated in a soft glow from the candlelight on the table. Donna's gaze finds his still focused on her, looking as happy and in love as he's ever been.

"Harvey…"

"I know it's nothing fancy… but I saw it earlier on our walk and I thought it would be the perfect souvenir from this trip."

"Harvey, it's absolutely beautiful," she breathes, letting her finger slide over the cool material. "Look how perfectly it fits with my wedding ring," Donna gushes, as her hand rests next to the pearl.

"That's what it reminded me of and why I wanted to get it for you," Harvey replies, reaching for her hand to intertwine their fingers.

"It's perfect, Harvey. Thank you so much." She leans over the table and Harvey meets her halfway, their lips meeting in a tender kiss.

One that would have lasted longer, if their waiter hadn't brought their souffles in that very second. So they break apart, for the moment focusing on their chocolaty treats instead.

"After this," Donna begins, patting the now closed velvety box beside her, "you do realize that you're going to buy me my birthday and Christmas presents by yourself now, right?"

"After this," Harvey returns, motioning with his finger around them, "I'm pretty confident that I will manage just fine."

"Yeah. I think you might just be right about that," Donna says and winks at him.

They both smile at each other like some love-struck teenagers, before they finally move on to dessert for good; both wanting to get back onto their boat as quickly as possible.

~o~o~

The cloudless night sky sparkles above them one last time, as the newly-weds cuddle beneath the blanket on the sunbed of the hardtop. With glasses of wine in their hands, they are set on enjoying that mind-blowing view, that they won't be able to see like that anymore once they'd return to the city tomorrow.

There is a peaceful silence and serenity engulfing them that they wish could last forever, even though both of them are also finally ready to return to civilization very soon.

"So, how is married life treating you so far? Any regrets?" Donna wants to know, taking a sip from her glass.

"None whatsoever," Harvey replies immediately and without a grain of doubt in his voice. "You?"

"Nope. It's been pretty spectacular so far," Donna agrees with a nod. "Thank you for planning all of this, Harvey. You truly are making me the happiest woman alive," Donna sighs, nestling into his embrace.

Their gazes wander towards the sky, both of them once again being overwhelmed by the infinity they can see. As they stare upwards, space and time seem to slow down and everything they wish and hope for seems possible and within reach.

Just then, like in one of those corny romance novels or movies, a shooting star rushes over the sky in lightning speed; Donna's heart skipping a beat at the excitement of having seen one after all this time.

"Harvey," she exclaims, tapping against his chest, "Did you see? Did you see the shooting star?"

"I did," Harvey chuckles, squeezing her shoulder.

"Quick, you have to make a wish," Donna instructs him, closing her own eyes to concentrate on hers. Harvey watches her mesmerized, as affection courses through him.

Seconds later, Donna's eyes reopen. "And? Did you? Make a wish?"

"Donna. What more could I possibly wish for than being married to you? Everything that happens from here on out will only be an added bonus to our happiness," Harvey replies sincerely, his gaze unwavering.

For a moment, Donna doesn't know what to say. Her first impulse is to tease him about the cheesiness of his confession, but on a deeper level, in her heart and her soul, his words are like oxygen to the fire that's burning for him and she realizes she would never, ever get tired of hearing him saying things like that.

Her expression softens, as she leans in to kiss him and he returns it instantly, relishing in the taste wine and Donna and love.

Once they break apart, Donna's gaze remains on Harvey. "Harvey?"

"Hmm?"

"Let's add a yearly vacation to our list of things we're going to do differently from now on?"

"That sounds like an amazing idea. We should definitely do that, yeah."

"Great," Donna smiles, her eyes sparkling as brightly as the stars above. Then she raises her glass to him. "To the captain of our ship."

"And to his beautiful and amazing co-captain," Harvey responds, clinking his glass with hers.

And together they chase the stars as they navigate into their future.

~~ The End ~~

A/N: And that's it. You know that uneasy, melancholic feeling when you're on an amazing vacation and it's coming to an end? That's how I felt when I wrote the last few paragraphs of this fic. But I'm ready to let them off to the amazing life they're gonna lead in Seattle now. Anyway...

If you have one or two more minutes, I'd be forever grateful if you'd let me know what you think :)

Lots of love to all of you! xoxo