Yes it's another date night fic, because how can you not write a prompt from Sarah herself.

My many thanks to Liz (bentface) and Cassie (darveypainted) for their help with this one!

"Dinner at mine tonight?" Harvey whispered against her ear, lips brushing down her throat. His arms wrapped around her from behind, hands coming to rest on her hips. Donna smiled, pushing herself back into his embrace, thankful for the rare luck of an empty elevator car that morning.

"I'll bring the dessert," she murmured, twisting her face around to meet his lips in a soft lazy kiss.

"It's a date," he agreed, and despite the solid certainty of forever they both knew their relationship was, hearing the word date on Harvey's lips still made Donna's heart beat a little faster.

The elevator began to slow, indicating their imminent arrival at work. Harvey placed a quick final kiss on her cheek before stepping away from her as the doors opened. They both preferred to keep things professional at the office, at least during official business hours. They may have slipped on a few occasions late at night, indulging long held fantasies in some key locations. But when the office was full and the sun was in the sky, Harvey and Donna kept themselves in control, pushing down their desires. Much like they always had. Only now they went home together, free to act on the things they had been thinking all day, instead of only dreaming about them.

Donna had a late meeting across town that day, letting Harvey know she would meet him at the apartment once she was finished. While they didn't technically live together yet, they hadn't spent a night apart since getting together, with the exception of that one particular time. As far as Donna was concerned they had already spent far too many nights apart, she saw no reason for any more. Of their two residences, Harvey's apartment had simply come to feel more like home for them together.

Harvey was out on the balcony finishing off the steaks when she arrived home, giving her the perfect opportunity to deposit the items she'd picked up on the way there in the bedroom. Donna felt a flood of heat wash over her as she thought of the dessert she had planned for them that evening.

Dinner was simple, steaks and salad, but delicious. Harvey cooked for her most nights, or they would order in. He had long ago discovered Donna's complete lack of ability in the kitchen. Occasionally they would head out somewhere for dinner, but for the most part they both preferred the simple joy of spending their evenings together, at home. Embracing the moments they had never been previously able to share with each other.

When the plates were cleared away, Donna poured them each a drink while Harvey headed over to the record player. After flicking through his sizeable collection, he finally settled on one, slipping the disc onto the player and setting the needle. Music began to fill the apartment and he turned back to her with a smug look on his face.

"Dance with me," he said, voice dropping low as he held out a hand to her where she sat on the couch.

Donna settled her palm in his and he tugged her up, her body falling against his. Harvey pressed her tight to him, hand settled on the base of her spine. There wasn't a breath of space between them, and she could feel the heat of his body soak into her as they slowly began to sway to the music.

Dancing with Harvey had quickly become one of her favourite things ever. Donna had been a little surprised the first time he pulled her into his arms to dance, but now it had become a regular thing. Harvey would select the music and they would lose themselves in each other, soaking in the feel of one another and knowledge that this was their forever.

Tonight, Harvey hummed the words of the song softly in her ear.

"I've been loving you a little bit too long," he crooned.

Donna smiled against his cheek. "Too long huh?"

"Forever, I think," he replied.

It still knocked the wind out of her when Harvey said things like that. Freely admitting to loving her. Donna didn't know if she would ever get used to it, in truth she didn't really want to.

She kissed him then, simply because she could. Because finally they were there, able to kiss and touch whenever they wanted. No longer having to push away the thoughts and the desire and the want.

The kiss started off relatively innocent, but then Harvey dipped her body, angled her head and deepened the kiss. His tongue stroked inside her mouth, as she clutched at his shoulders and soon they were both grasping at each other, fingers digging into flesh and bodies melding together.

"Hmmm I think it's time for dessert," Donna moaned into his mouth, and she felt Harvey's lips quirk up.

"Oh really? And what exactly is for dessert?"

"Wait here, you'll see," she murmured, slipping from his grasp with a wink, and disappearing into the bedroom. She slid the doors shut behind her.

Her body already tingling with arousal, Donna retrieved the bag she had hidden earlier that evening. After quickly removing her dress and bra, she slipped the pink nightgown over her head, shivering slightly as the silky fabric settled over her body. Picking up the other object from the bag, she headed back to the bedroom door, sliding it open a little.

"I think it's time for you to come inside," she called out to Harvey, and she could hear the desire in her voice.

Donna watched his face as he turned to her, watched his eyes go wide and his mouth drop a little. Watched the fire flare across his face as he took her in. Standing at the door wearing that pink slip and holding a can of whipped cream.

She could tell he had been immediately transported back in time, thirteen years to be precise.

"Is it the same?" Harvey asked, almost in a whisper. He moved towards her, pulling the doors fully apart to take in the view in its entirety.

"The very same," she answered.

"You kept it all this time?" And there was something akin to awe in his voice. Harvey reached for her then, hands sliding along her sides, looking as though he needed to touch her to prove to himself it was real and not a dream.

"How could I not?" she said softly. "Sometimes I wore it on nights when I found myself wishing I had you, us. To remind myself," she admitted.

Harvey's lips closed over hers before she could finish speaking. Both of them poured into the kiss the overload of emotions they were feeling. The flood of memories of that night, and everything that deep down they had known it meant, swirled in the air around them.

Harvey gathered her into his arms, making her squeal in surprise, carrying her over to the bed and laying her down. Hunger and need emanated from his movements as he made quick work of removing his shirt and pants, discarding them carelessly on the floor before settling on the bed next to her.

He glanced at the can laying on the bed and smirked back at her. "I think we better take this off, wouldn't want to ruin it."

His fingers trembled as he tugged the nightgown up her body and over her head, placing it down on the floor with a surprising amount of care that made Donna's heart melt a little. She hadn't expected something as simple as nightgown to affect Harvey so deeply.

However when he glanced back at her, eyes raking over her near naked body, there was nothing but dark hunger in his eyes.

"Time for dessert," he said hotly, picking up the can of cream, and giving it a shake. He tilted the nozzle, squirting some into his mouth before leaning down to capture her lips in an open mouthed kiss, his tongue slipping the cream into her mouth.

"Mmmmm," he hummed against her lips. "Delicious, definitely going to need some more."

Harvey shifted his body and angled the can, swirling cream around both her breasts, creating two mounds of sweet dessert. He stopped and admired his handy work for a moment with a satisfied grin, before his mouth closed over one breast, his tongue swirling and licking at the sticky substance. Finding her nipple, he flicked his tongue against the tight bud, before sucking it hard into his mouth, making Donna's back arch up off the bed as she loudly groaned. Harvey repeated the process with her other breast and Donna was soon keening and pleading beneath him.

"Oh I'm just getting started with this dessert," he said in response to her plea for more.

After lapping every last drop of cream from her breasts, Harvey worked his way further down her body. His tongue traced a sticky path down her stomach, before dipping underneath the waistband of her panties. Donna bucked up into him as he covered her lace clad center with his mouth, puffing his hot breath against her, before nipping at her clit. She cried out, desperate for more, desperate for him.

Harvey hooked his fingers into the side of her underwear dragging them off and flinging them over his shoulder with an unexpected flourish that made Donna giggle. But then he looked at her, eyes blazing, and aimed the nozzle of the can at her already throbbing center and the rest of her laugh got caught in her throat.

The cold cream hitting her hot, sensitive flesh made her gasp, just like it had the first time they did this and he grinned wickedly up at her. Harvey groaned as he bent his mouth to taste her, beginning to remove the sweet treat with excruciating speed, slowly licking and sucking until Donna was moaning and panting and begging beneath his touch.

She whimpered his name in a plea at the same time as he thrust three fingers inside her, his lips closing over her clit and she was instantly coming all around him.

The tremors of her release were still pulsing through her body when Harvey slipped his fingers from her and moved, kneeling up and lifting her hips towards him. He guided himself to her center and buried himself deep inside her in one swift move.

Donna cried out from the intrusion, feeling the stretch of her body around him as her core adjusted to his size. Harvey's hands clamped over her hips, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to move. He pumped himself into her, each thrust hard and deep, their skin tacky from residual cream as their bodies pressed together.

The burn inside began to build again quickly and Donna could tell that Harvey was close already, quickly working them both towards relief. But Donna wasn't ready for that yet. She reached between her legs, her fingers brushing over her clit, until she felt him thrusting at her entrance. On his next backwards move she captured him in her hand. He was hot, wet steel and just the feel of him in her palm made Donna groan.

"Donna," Harvey all but growled, fighting to hold himself back from the edge, and clearly wondering why she had halted him.

"You didn't give me a chance to have my dessert yet," she purred at him with a raise of her eyebrows, reaching over for the discarded can of whipped cream.

Donna dragged him towards her, Harvey's legs moving to straddle her chest. His cock was full and hard and erect, glistening with both of their damp desires, as it jutted out away from his body, begging for attention. She aimed the can and squirted, circling the cream around his length. Harvey hissed at the sensation.

And then she took him in her mouth and the taste was heady, cream mixed with the taste of her and him, of them. They both groaned loudly at her action.

Holding him firmly at the base, Donna began to lick along his length, over and over circling around, capturing all the cream as she licked him clean. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock before she sucked him deep into her mouth. Harvey thrust himself against her throat, sliding deep into her mouth several times, while Donna sucked at him greedily. He was soon panting from the effort to hold back from release.

With a loud groan he pulled himself free from her mouth, resuming their previous position, tugging up her knees and burying his cock inside her once more.

Donna knew Harvey wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, having held back from the brink several times. Knowing how much he loved it when she came with him, she curved one hand around her breast, tugging at her nipple, while the other settled between her legs, rubbing against her clit. Harvey groaned as he watched her pleasure herself and then he shifted them, lifting her hips higher, pushing his cock deeper, hitting her in that spot that only Harvey had ever been able to fill. And then she was coming, breaking apart at the seams for the second time as Harvey emptied himself inside her, crying out her name.

And God it felt so familiar to the first time they did this, and yet also completely different. They had been so young that first time, everything new and fresh, both of them fumbling with the sudden discovery of feelings they hadn't expected from what was meant to be a night of fun. This time they already knew, this is what forever felt like.

All the years that had occurred in between their two sessions of whipped cream had Donna realising that Harvey still looked at her the same way. Still looked at her body in awe, still looked at her like he wanted to devour her. Still gave her the same smug grin when she groaned and gasped his name. Still looked at her like she was his entire world when he guided himself inside her.

Harvey rested his head against her forehead, warm breath washing over her and his eyes locked with hers, and they were brimming full of love.

And Donna remembered that he had done that exact same thing the first time, looked at her that way as they both drifted down from earth shattering orgasams. She hadn't known what that look meant the first time, but now she did.

The emotion of the moment suddenly felt like too much to handle and a stray tear slipped free before she could stop it.

"Donna, why are you crying?" Harvey asked softly, a layer of worry coating his voice.

"I just realised the way you looked at me now, it's the same way you looked at me back then, the first time. I didn't know what you were showing me at the time, but I do now. It was love."

Harvey pressed his lips to her cheek, tenderly kissing away her tears.

"I told you I've been loving you too long," he murmured. "And I'm going to keep on loving you, forever."

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