Hey Darvey-Fans, I hope you are as excited as I am about season 9! (I set my alarm for 3 am as I live in Europe…) I cannot believe they are finally canon! And as I cannot wait for the next episode, here is my idea of what could happen after 9x01. Just some random Darvey fluff. Characters still don't belong to me and English still isn't my first language and I still don't have a beta… Sorry! However, hope you enjoy those few lines.

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"Love about me?", she asked, smiling and with tears in her eyes.

"Love about you", he answered, a big cheshire cat smile on his face and his eyes brimming with tears as he crushed his lips against hers. Home, he thought, as he draws her closer by her hips. Her fingers loose themselves in his hair, it was becoming her signature move. Nothing felt as good as her hands in his hair, slowly caressing his scalp, and her lips on his lips, warm and soft. He sighs comfortably. Was it really just two days that he came over to her house and everything changed? As he told her, it felt as if they had always been together. Kissing her was exciting and new, but also comfortable in a way long-term couples experienced it. It felt like home.

When they finally parted, their foreheads rest against each other. She takes a deep breath, gazing up at him and biting on her lower lip. Her hands are still in his hair and hear thumb moves over the back of his head in a gentle motion. His right hand moves up and down her spine, caressing her softly. Before saying anything, he gives her a small peck. She pouts in an adorable way and he cannot help and puts his lips on hers again, longer this time. When he feels her tongue begging for entrance, he knows that he is a lost case. Pulling her even closer, he moans and let their tongues collide. Her left arm moves over his back. They are incredibly close, but not anywhere close enough. Tongues battling, they are not aware of anything around them. Love, she thought, love, love, love.

She doesn't know how long they were standing there. Close to the fire, exactly where they are supposed to be. It was only when a loud crackling noise interrupted their heated kisses, that they both looked up at the same time. A large block of wood had divided into two and the noise of the wooden parts crashing down on the fire place had brought them back to reality.

Donna and Harvey grinned at each other like idiots, small smiles showing up on both of their faces. "What do you say we move this party somewhere else?", he asks as he grabs a strand of her hair and took it behind her hair. His hand lingered on her cheek.

"As long as somewhere else means either your apartment or mine, I'm on board", she smirks, gazing up at him.

"Yours is closer", he mumbled and strokes her neck lovingly. "Then it's set", she answers. "Come on, lover boy, let's put this fire out and go home, otherwise those kisses will end up right here on the floor…" – "I wouldn't mind", he marbled as he kisses her behind her ear.

"Harvey", she laughs. "Let's move!" He just smiles at her, but goes to the fire nonetheless.

It takes them a couple of minutes until they are ready to leave. They close the door behind them, and after he made sure that the lock is sealed, he takes her hand in his. Side by side they move to the elevator. "You hungry?", he asks as they step into the metal box. She shrugs "A little bit, I guess."

"Takeout?", he questions and she just nods. When they reach the ground level, they exit through the elevator doors and move through the large entrance hall. Stepping out to the streets of New York, the dusk already paves the way for the night.

Just as he is about to signal a cab to stop over, she clasps his hand. "Hey", she looks up to him. "How do you feel about walking home? I've been sitting in the office all day long and wouldn't mind some fresh air." – "Sure", he responds, "that leaves us some more minutes to fight about our dinner choice."

She laughs then and pushes her head against his shoulder, leaving a small kiss on his off-white shirt. He puts his right arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer. Her left arm moves around his back softly until it reaches his waist. He places a soft kiss on her temple and breathes her in. "Let's go", she murmurs, and they turn away from the house Mike and Rachels apartment is in, slowly moving along the streets of their hometown.

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A soft breeze surrounds the new couple as they walk among shops and skyscrapers. Every time they have to stop at a read light, they look at each other, placing soft kisses on whatever part of the others face they can reach. Harvey just kissed the top of her nose when the light turned green. As they cross the street, he pulls her even closer. With her handbag in her right hand, Donna moves up her arm and signs to a small restaurant on the right-hand side. "Have you ever been there?", she asks and he shakes his head. "Rachel once showed me that place", she continues, "wanna try?"

His hand slowly strokes along her neck. "Well, if Rachel recommends it, let's try", he responds. "Harvey Specter", she looks up at him and mocks a shocking glance, "you don't trust my food choices unless they are recommended by Rachel?"

"Well, you still order food at that shitty Thai place…", he chuckles, but catches her eyes lovingly.

"As far as I know, Mister, you have never been to Thailand. Which means", she says and returns his gaze, raising her eyebrows, "that you are not an expert concerning Thai food. I, however…" she doesn't finish her sentence as she loses herself in his eyes.

"Well, well, Ms. Paulsen", he responds, "maybe that just means that we found ourselves a vacation spot. I cannot leave this expert knowledge on Thai food to you for the rest of our lives!" The rest of our lives. She breathes in sharply and bites on her lower lip as she grins like an idiot. Not knowing what to say, she just looks at him and whispers "Deal". And then she cannot stop herself, but she just has to kiss him. In the middle of the street. There they stand, two people so obviously in love with each other and they don't care that they are putting on a show.

Her hand moves down his chest and stops just right above his heart. They part breathlessly. "Food", she murmurs, pulling him behind her as they enter the restaurant.

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The smell of middle eastern food enters his nose as he watches her opening the door for him. It's a small room with a couple of tables, and it's not fancy at all, but the smell is amazing. "Oh, look", she says and signs to the window front, "they even have a free table. Or do you want to eat at home?", she looks at him expectedly. As much as he just wants to continue kissing her and taking her to bed, he also feels the excitement about those normal couple activities they are about to start. Like, walking around the city, hand in hand. Having dinner in some random restaurant. And he can see it in her eyes that she is excited as well.

"Let's eat here", he states, looking around and moving to the table. As they sit down, he starts to think that this really isn't how he thought their first date was going to be. He thought about a fancy restaurant with a great choice of wine, exclusive food and both of them dressed up. But sitting here, he cannot help but enjoy this moment even more. It was them. Always been together. And now together at last. They did not need the fancy moves – even if he was sure that he would take her out to one of those outstanding places sometime soon, because she deserved nothing but the best -, they just needed their normal. Their own middle. Their everyday life, forever.

"What", she whispers as she catches his gaze. He looked so unbelievable happy and Donna was sure that her own expression resembled his one. "Nothing", he shakes his head. "I'm just…", he stops and continues, "I am just really happy, Donna."

"Me too", she blushes and grabs his hand, slowly stroking his palm with her thumb.

When the waiter comes and takes in their order, they decide for a plate of Mezze and some local wine.

An hour later, they are sitting in front of many small plates that are nearly all cleared, a very pleased grin on both of their faces. Their conversation moved easily, their hands always brushing. It felt so good to finally be in love openly. Nothing there to hide anymore.

"Do you need anything else?", the waiter asks as he comes closer to their table. Looking at Donna who shakes her head, Harvey denies "We'd just like to pay."

They leave the restaurant as they entered it, bodies close and arms around each other. In love. And oh so happy.

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When they entered her apartment, they took their time to slowly move into her living room. "Wine?", she asks and he nods his head, sitting down on her couch.

"That was really good", he says as she opens a bottle of red wine. "We should go to this place more often."

"We should", she replies and fills two glasses with the red liquid. Handing him over one glass, she sits down right next to him, snuggling closer to him. "To many more evenings with Mezze", he grins and they clink their glasses together. Sipping at her wine, Donna lets out a small moan. He moves his free hand all over her back and it doesn't take them long to forget about the wine and go on with what they started at Mike and Rachels place.

"Harvey, bedroom", she whispers against his lips and he smirks, puts their still half full glasses on the table and pulls her up, slowly moving her to her bedroom.

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They are naked, cuddling close together on the bed and panting heavily. He is sitting against the headboard, his legs stretched out as she is sitting on his lap, his erection trapped between them. Her left arm is slung around his neck and her left hand is playing with his hair, while her right hand is moving up and down his chest, caressing every part of his body she can reach. He has his arms tightly around her, his face in her neck, showering her with kisses.

"Donna" he breathes, and moves one of his hands to her front, grazing both of her nipples quickly with the palm of his hand before he went down. He easily slips his fingers over her labia and she takes in a sharp breath. Gently caressing her, his fingers get wet with her fluids.

"God, you are wet", he breathes against her neck and she lets out a laugh. "And you", she responds, bringing her right hand between them, "are really hard". Feeling her hand on his penis, he moans.

She raises her pelvis just a little bit, but before she can bring it down, he stops her. "This okay for you?", he asks, nodding to their position. His concern brings tears to her eyes. She chuckles. "Yes, Harvey", she answers him, "this is very much okay for me." And then she takes his lips between hers and lowers herself over him. When he slips into her, they both moan loudly. As she rides him slowly, they lose themselves in shear bliss. This is where we are supposed to be, is the last coherent thought she can form, before his fingers found her clit and she lets pleasure take over her body.

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They are lying next to each other, her naked back pressed against his front. Their hands intertwined; his face deeply cuddled into the back of her neck.

The lights of the city painting small and clear spots all over them. They don't see the artwork that is them, they sleep deeply, her read hair spread all over the pillow, both of them wearing a small and content smile on their face.

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That's it. I really enjoyed writing it, maybe I will write some more chapters looking into their life together?

Let me know if you are interested… And what topics you'd like to read about.

Again: Sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes.