The dumb bitch in me literally (ok well, accidentally) skipped dinner so that I could finish writing this. Anyways, cheers to the kinky darvey married sex i imagine they're going to have from this point forward!

For L, her fast friendship, her ridiculously accurate head canons, and most of all, her steady encouragement :)

September 28, 2019

Married bliss was something else.

Harvey Specter had never believed in it after what happened with his parents. He rolled his eyes when Marcus wouldn't shut up about it, and scoffed in return whenever his clients would mention it. What did it matter? It would be great to find that special someone, but he didn't understand the joy that could possibly come from something as small as changing the official title from girlfriend to wife, or filing joint taxes.

He should've known everything with Donna would be different, just like everything else.

It's only been two days, but he's over the moon. Now that they're free from the firm, he's had the best time walking around New York City with her, enjoying everything in the city he's never seen but has been offered for years. On the first day free they visit Lucy, take a long walk around Central Park, and spend the evening in the theater. She wears a dress that he thinks about taking off the entire night, and he pops two buttons off his shirt in such a way, she can't stop herself from staring.

Today was the second day. They'd spent the morning with Lucy again, had lunch with Mike, and were now strolling the stores on Fifth Avenue without a care in the world.

In their marital bliss, however, neither of them gave a second thought to the autumn weather. Just as they're hitting the 700 block, the rain starts to pour down on them, and they're laughing and running to to find refuge. Old Harvey would be pissed beyond belief but now he doesn't even care. It feels like nothing can get to him anymore. He meant it when he said it in his vows just days ago- as long as he's with her, his chips were always up.

Harvey is quick to take off his jacket to cover her as they run. When they stop under the nearest awning, she's quick to plant a small kiss on his lips to thank for for his chivalry. She's only a little wet due to his protection, but he, on the other hand, is soaked to the bone.

Donna being Donna, notices immediately. She's rubbing her hands up and down his wet arms, but it doesn't seem to help. She looks over her surroundings. "Here, why don't we go into this store? It'll help you keep warm."

Harvey is too focused on how frozen he feels to respond, and wordlessly allows him to be guided until he realizes just what store they stepped in.

He looks around and it's only then that he processes all of the bras, panties, and dresses hung up tastefully. "Are we at-"

A well-dressed employee greets them then. "Welcome to La Perla,"

He forgets about the rain, forgets about the cold. His body suddenly feels like it's on fire.

"Donna? What are doing here?"

"Just staying away from the rain. Unless you... want to go back out there?"

"I- but- this"

"You've bagged half of the population of Manhattan, and you don't know what lingerie is?"

"I know what lingerie is! But you-!"

"If it's weird for you, we can go to another store."

He doesn't want to leave. He wants to see her wear something the store has to offer. But he doesn't know how to say it. It's ridiculous. They're married, for god's sake.

"I-" he pauses.

"Yes?"

He falters for a few moments longer. "You can buy something," is all he can squeak out.

She smiles, and grabs him by the crook of his elbow.

"Let's go see what I can find for my husband," she nearly purrs.

"What do you think about this one?" He grins, pulling at the sheer nightgown.

Donna feels herself gaping at what Harvey's picked out. It's completely see-through, with some weird BDSM-looking elements over her chest that she was absolutely not a fan of.

"There is no way in hell I'm wearing that. I might as well not be wearing anything at that point!"

"Fine by me," His smile is so infuriating that she'd be determined to wipe off if she weren't so charmed by it.

"We can just leave," she grumbles.

"No- Donna," He leans down for a quick and chaste kiss. "I just wanted you to know that I'd never get tired of seeing you naked,"

"Stop," she whispers. "We're in public."

"I'm pretty sure we're the only weirdos who are buying lingerie on a rainy September evening,"

"Behave," she tries again.

"Ooh, only if you'll tell me that later in the bedroom."

"You're impossible."

"How about this one?" he picks up another piece.

Somehow, it's even worse. It has no form or shape, just has some lace covering her chest but the rest is a clear cellophane material that would make her look like a fucking curtain.

She can't help but laugh. "Oh my god, you are seriously so bad at this!"

"What do you mean! This is sexy!"

"It's transparent, Harvey. And so was the other one. What's the point of them if I'd look the same naked?," His nostrils are flaring at the thought of her wearing nothing, but he's also pouting at her reprimanding as she keeps going.

"Lingerie works best if it's alluring, but not necessarily revealing. Trust me. How's about this- I'll pick the piece, but you can pick the color."

"Fine," he mumbles.

"You sit down and try not to hurt that pretty little head of yours," she smirks.

He swears she walks away from him with an extra sway of her hips, just to spite him. He can't do much except grumble and sink down into the plush velvet chairs a few feet away.

In the end, Donna picks a piece that he's slightly disappointed by. It isn't because it's not beautiful, per say, because he knows Donna had great taste- it was just a bit more... conservative than he was expecting. It was made of silk, had a simple v-neck, with decorative lace embellishments at the very top. He was sure she'd look good in it, but if he was being honest, he'd been hoping for something a bit more promiscuous. He thought she'd be into that.

Regardless, he realizes it's nice of her to even be willing to do this for him, so Harvey takes the responsibility of picking the color very seriously. In the end, he chooses the burgundy option with gold-tinted embellishments, because he thinks the way it'll match her fiery hair will make him lose his fucking mind.

When they get to the register, Harvey's ready to pay when Donna swoops in with her La Perla credit card. He nearly chokes when she pulls it out.

"Why do you have that?"

"Because... I buy lingerie? Why else?"

"But... this is like... Thousands of dollars. For like, one dress," he stammers.

"Harvey, you do remember I was a Chief Operating Officer with a 6-figure-salary for a good while, right? And before that, the best executive secretary of all of New York? My salary came from yours and you were extremely generous? Does any of that ring a bell? Plus you're one to talk, you spend the equivalent on ties you can't even keep straight,"

"So let me get this straight. You've been buying lingerie this whole time-"

"Ever since you gave me free reign on your credit card years ago, yes, you did spark an interest,"

"And somehow I've never seen it?"

She smiles innocently at him then, but he knows better. "What can I say? Your baggy shirts are just so much more comfortable,"

It's too much information to take at once. He can't recover fast enough, and he's still left there processing when she signs for and walks out the door with her newest purchase.

To his further dismay, Donna suggests that she save the lingerie as a celebration for them when they finally move to Seattle. Again, he's not happy about it, but he understands it's her decision since she was going to be the one wearing it.

That being said, the lawyer in him can't help but try to change her decision with a particular talent of his that involves his fingers and his tongue. He isn't surprised at all every time his plan of action always ends up with them both chasing earth-shattering orgasms that make him forget what his original goal was in the first place.

It's infuriating that he can never keep his mind straight when she's involved. It's also the thing he loves most about them- the fact that he's so in love with her it physically drives him crazy.

A week later, Harvey's almost forgotten about the nightgown. He stopped trying to change her mind after the third day, and by the fourth they were swamped trying to prepare everything for the move. They'd both been so occupied during the day and exhausted during the night that nothing else except boxes, furniture, or realtors crossed their minds.

They are moving in two days, a realization that leads Harvey staring out into the Manhattan skyline while he waits for Donna to get out of the shower before going to bed. As much as Harvey is uncomfortable leaving New York, his life had been on repeat for far too long, and he is welcome to the idea of having a new change of scenery. It wasn't going to be permanent anyway, and he looked forward to experiencing something new together with his wife. As long as he was with her, nothing else really mattered.

His thoughts are interrupted by the bathroom door has Donna slips out in her short pink satin robe. He's confused at first, unsure why she's wearing something so fancy on top of his Harvard shirt that she usually wears to bed.

"Are you... cold?" he questions. It doesn't make sense to him. "Do you want me to turn the heat up?"

Her hands cross over to rub her arms. "Yeah, I am. Could you maybe adjust it to like a 76?"

"Sure," He pads out to the living room, and occupied in his thoughts by how this was going to be one of the last nights he's going to spend in his apartment. He doesn't care too much to leave it for a while, but can't deny the good memories he's had here either.

When he gets to the thermostat, he frowns slightly. He double checks, but is certain it reads 78. Was Donna really that cold? He certainly doesn't feel it. Harvey turns around and pads back to the room, intent on asking if she was possibly catching a cold.

When he reaches the room, he's ready to inform her of his discoveries. "Donna, it was already at seventy ei-"

The robe is off. His crimson shirt is nowhere to be seen. The sight that greets his eyes instead is Donna propped up on the bed with her knees spread apart, wearing none other than the new purchase from La Perla.

He instantly becomes slack-jawed at the sight. For one thing, the nightgown is much shorter than advertised. The length of it is just cruel, and even in her position he can make out that her legs look like they go on for miles. For another, the dress dipped much lower than he'd anticipated. It's ridiculous, but he needs a moment to process just how much her of cleavage is on display, with a neckline so low it barely covers her nipples. He can clearly make out the roundness of her curves, and he doesn't think he's never seen anything more erotic in his entire damn life.

"What the hell," he groans at the sensation of his blood rushing south faster than he's ever experienced. It'd be painful if it didn't feel so pleasurable.

"Do you like it?" she asks, twirling and batting her eyelashes just to rile him up further.

"You look like a fucking treat,"

"Told you I knew what I was doing," she answers simply. She shrugs, and the action pushes up her breasts and allows them to bounce lightly. The motion is so simple, but it's all it takes to make him remember that in this moment, he's her husband, and she's his for the taking. He surges towards her on the bed, loses his shirt and boxers along the way, and is colliding his lips on hers in a mere matter of seconds.

It's desperate, the way they're trying to get drunk off of each other. Her hands are tangled in his hair, trying to pull him closer, while both of his hands grab at her ass so that he's flush against her and can show her just how much he likes the way she looks. The fire they've set within themselves only burns hotter and hotter, and it isn't long before they're short of breath and detaching themselves so that Harvey can wordlessly maneuver her to lay down under him.

Before she can catch her breath, Harvey's wedged himself between her legs, slowly thrusting and hitting her core where she needs him as he leaves trails of kisses down her neck. His hands roam her sides, obsessed with the lush feelings of silk that reach his fingers when he tries to pull the dress up her legs for better access. At the same time, he can't help but grab at her exposed thigh because her skin feels even better.

A thought occurs to him then, which makes him pause his movement. He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he wants to know the answer, but decides he's confident enough with who he is to her.

Harvey kisses her lazily first, as if he had all the time in the world. When they part, he asks. "Donna," he looks her in the eyes. "Has anyone else seen you like this?"

She doesn't falter, only nods, reminded of how a certain interior designer never seem all that affected by what she wore. "He never did anything about it though,"

He can't help but laugh. "What a fucking idiot."

He continues nuzzling her neck. "Though I do have to say, I commend his strength...I don't know how he saw you like this and didn't ravish you on the spot. Lord knows I wouldn't have been able to help myself,"

"Harvey," is all she can offer him in response. He doesn't let up, and just keeps trailing his kisses.

Harvey continues his way down her neck to the freckles of her clavicle, until he reaches the neckline. When he finally lays eyes on her cleavage and how her breasts seem more than eager to spill out, he loses all of his restraint. There's an irrational side of him that just doesn't believe the sight in front of him, and he's almost determined to prove that this dress and what lies underneath it is all a fragment of his darkest desires, too good to be true.

He doesn't know what becomes of him then, just knows that in that moment, all he wants and physically needs is for her to be exposed to him. Before he can think about what he's doing, his large hands are gripping the edge of the lace, and he's pulling with all the strength he's garnered from years of boxing.

"Harvey stop, what are you-!" Her hands scramble frantically to find his wrists but it doesn't deter him.

There's a large noise that sounds akin to ripping off velcro. Due to his clearly affected state, he somehow forgets what to expect, which makes the view when it's finally revealed to him that much more magnificent.

It's Donna, but in all of her natural glory, perfect red hair, lips parted and bruised, and naked chest heaving.

"Jesus Christ," Harvey breathes out. He almost comes right then and there. This isn't the first time that they're doing this, and it isn't the first time they're gotten carried away, but he still finds it unbelievable that this will be the view for the rest of his life. Having her right here, right now, looking like this... He's not sure he's ever going to breathe properly ever again.

"Why would you-" Before Donna can reprimand him on his behavior, Harvey quickly brings his mouth to suck earnestly on one breast and tweak the other with his palm. She loses the ability to form words, unable to do anything except bite down on her lip as her hands frantically pull at his hair, unsure if she wants him to keep going or to stop. Her eyes are shut and he has her chanting his name in seconds, and it's all beyond breathtaking. Harvey swirls his tongue, relishes in the long moan that it induces, and lightly tugs on a nipple with his teeth. He lets it go with a pop, and stops his ministrations to let her catch her breath before she's sent too far over the edge.

Once the haze in her eyes have cleared and she's settled back down, his smug grin is faced with a look of disbelief. "Was ripping the gown really necessar-"

"When you look like this? Absolutely." he doesn't even let her finish as he cuts her off. He's being honest. There isn't a second where he regrets having just destroyed a thousand dollar's worth of material. Besides, it wasn't like the price affected him in any way. He props himself to look her straight in the eyes. "In fact, I've already made the decision that we're going back tomorrow," he continues sternly, leaving no room for argument. "And we're going to buy the whole damn store and then some, because I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from ripping these off of you when I've been wanting to see you like this for years."

She laughs at his forwardness. "So that's it? All of this is just a wet dream of yours?"

He's quick to retaliate, and brings his face closer to hers brings one hand down to her heat, delighted to feel just how wet she is. They've barely done anything, and the fact she's already this far gone awakens an uncontrollable need in his brain that demands he be sheathed within her, immediately.

"Funny of you to think would think my dreams could even compare to this," he responds nonchalantly. He doesn't miss her blush. "And you're one to talk, Donna," he emphasizes, "I'm starting to think it might be yours too judging by your current state, since you're absolutely soaked," he says huskily, as he starts tracing feather-like circles near her entrance.

She whines and arches her back in response to his teasing, and he can fill his dick jump immediately in response. He can't help but rub his erection a few times against her center.

She's panting breathily, and it's heaven to his ears. His fingers continue teasing her entrance with intention. She keeps squirming, and his desire flares ten-fold. He wants nothing more than to sink into her over and over again until they forget each other's names, and wonders if she'd be willing to skip the extra stimulation and go straight to the final act.

"Forget it," she pleads, right as he has the thought. She brings up his teasing hand from its previous location. "I need you, now."

Their tendency to always be on the same page was really something remarkable.

He doesn't even bother moving the burgundy fabric that's splayed out underneath her when he lines himself up and pushes himself roughly into her with one swift thrust.

"Fuck, Harvey-"

He isn't sure if she's moaning or screaming his name because he's too focused on how amazing he feels inside her. Her legs wrap around his back, and he doesn't believe there is anything that feels more right in the world. He wants to take it slow, wants to remind her that he loves and appreciates her, but something about their foreplay earlier makes her even tighter and more receptive than usual, and he finds himself helplessly pounding into her much sooner than he would have liked.

And as if the imagery of the night couldn't get any better, it isn't long before her hands are grabbing fistfuls of the sheets, with her back arched, her plump lips parted and panting, and her breasts bouncing in a delicious rhythm with his strokes. He pistons into her over and over again, using her whimpers that seemingly grow louder and higher as encouragement to keep going.

She's just on edge as he is, and even widens her legs in response so he can hit deeper. He adjusts accordingly, propping himself forward on one hand to tower over her and using the other to cover and tease pink nipple. When he fucks her hard from the new angle, she's practically inconsolable.

"Oh my god, Harvey," she nearly wails.

"Fuck, Donna. You have no idea what you're doing to me right now," he grunts.

"Don't stop," she begs.

"Never," he says, because it's a promise he has full intention of keeping. "Have you seen yourself, baby? You're so beautiful, I could do this forever."

How he hasn't lost it himself is beyond him- the more he keeps burying himself into her, the more it feels like his soul is going to leave his body once he's done, as if this were a religious experience so good it was only meant to be had once.

"Har-"

He bites down on her shoulder before she can finish saying his name and pairs it with a particularly hard thrust, and it's all too much for her to handle. He can feel the orgasm slamming into her, and he prolongs it as long as possible by telling her exactly how much he worships every inch of her. She keeps writhing underneath him, and he can't help but feel a sense of pride about just how loud she's being because he did that.

Harvey doesn't stop moving. When she's at the end of her wave of pleasure and moves her hands to claw down his back and grab at his ass, Harvey sees red and only has time to utter "Oh shit, yes, Donna-" before hanging on becomes a lost cause, and he's willingly spilling everything he has into her.

Neither of them can move for a while, and it's just him on top of her, breathing together. They're sweaty, sticky, and most of all, even more obsessed with each other than ever before.

When Harvey finally has the energy to pull himself out, he notices the nightgown is slightly damp. "Well, we've effectively ruined this," he says, humorously.

"Worth every penny," she responds, with a glint in her eyes.

He laughs at that. "You're absolutely right, Mrs. Paulsen-Specter."

Her eyes widen.

"What?" he asks.

"I forgot we got married for a moment there,"

"Sex was that good, wasn't it?" he wiggles his eyebrows.

"Maybe, but you didn't hear it from me," she returns, with a perfectly arched eyebrow to match his.

He smiles at her before going to the bathroom to grab a towel so they can properly clean up.

When the deed is done, they position themselves in bed so that he's effectively spooning her.

"Listen, I've been thinking... I should make a cardiology appointment," he says into her hair.

She almost snorts. "Should I be concerned that you're thinking about that when we just did all this," she gestures to them in bed.

He chuckles. "It's precautionary. I figure it would probably be good for me to tell someone about my family history of heart attacks... and maybe mention how my wife is too fucking hot for her own good,"

"Aw, sweetie. If you think that's enough to induce your heart attack, then you have no idea what's coming for you,"

"What do you mean?"

"Remember that nightgown you bought me as a joke that Christmas?"

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