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Donna had never cared about the physique of her partners. Sure, she wanted her man to be handsome, but she had no beauty standard and preferred to focus on intellect and personality when she was dating men. But the day she met Harvey, her perception of attraction changed, and she found it difficult to get the lawyer's physical appearance out of her head when she went out with other men. Only, since they were married, she discovered body parts she never thought she'd pay attention to before, and yet, she was obsessed with them.
If Harvey had been asked a few years ago what he preferred in a woman, he would have said ass and tits without hesitation, after all, he was just a man. But things changed when he saw the redhead for the first time in that bar, and he realized that other things were obsessing him that he would never have thought of at first. Since she was now his wife, and already since the other time, if he was being honest, other parts of her body were driving him completely crazy and where he could spend hours looking at them.
hands
She loved Harvey's hands. She found them so big that, no matter what he did with them or how he used them on her, she had the feeling that he could do whatever he wanted with her, that she was at his mercy. She found them so masculine and gave the redhead a feeling of ownership. They could be violent when he placed his big hand against her mouth when she was too loud, when they left marks on her pale skin whenever he grabbed her ass, her hips, her thighs, or any other parts of her body when they were enjoying each other at any time of the day. When it wasn't on her body, Harvey used his hands on something else whenever he got frustrated. He punched walls when he was angry or jealous, tightened his grip around his glass of whiskey when his client was pissing him off, or let off steam with his boxing gloves on to relieve the stress of the week. If, until now, she found his hands sexy, she found them even more so when she discovered all the softness and kindness they could provide. Harvey loved to touch his wife, it was nothing new, he had never hidden it, the only difference was that, today, he does it all the time and unconsciously. She loved when they were in the car, and he held one firm hand on the steering wheel while the other unconsciously caressed her thigh or knee. She melted when he grabbed her own hand and placed it against his heart, holding it against his chest, just to show her how wildly it was beating when he was just looking at her. He constantly grabbed her ankle when they were on the couch, Donna reading a book while he was reading a file, like to show her that he was thinking about her even though he was busy with something else. She shivered as he came behind her, gripping her hips tightly with his large hands to kiss her neck, shoulders, and up her back as he sniffed her scent and trailed his nose behind her ear. Even the simple act of intertwining his fingers to let his thumb slide over her knuckles took her breath away. If until now, she had the feeling that the softness of his hands was reserved for her, and only for her, for several years now, she had discovered that they had other roles. She will never forget the way his big hand was placed on their first born to hold her against him while he gently caressed her little back with his fingertips. The first time his big hands had shaken the bottles under the twins' wide open eyes, how he taught their daughter to do their first fist bump at barely three years old, or how he gently slid his fingers over their cheeks when they were asleep in his arms. As much as his hands could be brutal, they were mostly gentle. In any case, they were perfect.
Harvey was obsessed with his wife's hands. He'd never really noticed that in a woman before, but the first time it struck him was when he slipped on her engagement ring at their impromptu wedding. From that evening on, he found it difficult to take his eyes off her hands. He'd never noticed before, but Donna tended to have moisturizers everywhere around their place, and every time she washed her hands or walked by, he watched the way she delicately removed her engagement ring and her wedding ring, coated her hands with hand cream giving off a pleasant scent before seeing her put the rings back on and smiling softly as she looked at them. So that was why her hands were always so soft whenever she slid them over his face or when he placed his lips on them. After that, he had a hard time not noticing them. He loved it when she twirled her four-color ballpoint pen between her fingers when she was thinking, and if until now, it hadn't made an impression on him, he noticed that he was having more and more difficulty staying focused when she was slipping it delicately between her index finger, her middle finger, and her ring finger during professional meeting. Her hands were pale and freckled like the rest of her body, while her fingers were long and thin, always with dark nail polish. He would never forget when they came home late from a seminar, a little tipsy, and Donna noticed a piano in the hotel lobby. After intertwining her fingers with those of the lawyer, she pulled him with her to the piano, where the redhead demonstrated her talents as a pianist by revealing a few notes under Harvey's dazzled eye. If Donna's hands were soft and delicate, they could sometimes be firm and more violent. He loved the way she grabbed his jaw forcefully to pull his face close to hers, the way her fingers dug lightly into his facial bones to make sure he didn't move while she was kissing him. He turned crazy when she was on top of him, her hand around his neck to keep him pinned to the mattress while she tightened her grip with each wave of pleasure the lawyer gave her. He found it sexy when she put her hand over his mouth to prevent him from making any noise, like when they had made love under the Paulsens' roof for the first time and she didn't want her parents to hear them. And if he loved when she slid her fingers all over him, his favorite place was still his mouth. The first time she did it, he was eating a bagel in the middle of New York, and a little mayonnaise stayed in the corner of his lip as Donna quickly wiped it with her thumb to put it in her own mouth. The second time, while she was removing some humus this time, before she even took her finger off his skin, Harvey was fast to catch it between his lips while she looked at him with dark eyes. Since then, whenever he had the chance, he was quick to put his lips on her palm, lick her fingers, or gently bite the side of her hand, completely obsessed with them.
arms
Donna loved her husband's arms, they could be both manly and gentle at the same time. She liked how they were muscular without being misshapen. The first time she saw them was when she joined him at his boxing class to submit a document and noticed his biceps slightly swollen every time he hit the punching bag. Then several times, she had the opportunity to slip her hands around his arm: at Mike and Rachel's wedding, at galas, or on a drunken evening. Then, when they got together, her favorite part was when he wrapped his arms around her neck, her back against his chest, where she felt safe. She loved when he tightened his hold on her when he was jealous or felt threatened, the way his big vein buldged in the hollow and along the length of his arm, on which she placed her lips gently. She could see how strong he was every time his muscles flexed with every physical effort, even though she didn't need to see to know. Every time he placed his hands on her ass or her hips to lift her effortlessly, when he threw her over his shoulder to place her gracelessly on the bed, when he carried her bags during her endless shopping sessions, or when he held their two babies in his arms without breaking a sweat, his arms were strong but reassuring — the perfect mix of being Harvey. Her perfect man.
The thing he loved most in his wife's arms was their finesse. They were long, thin, pale, and covered in freckles. Throughout the years, he refrained from touching her, for fear of getting lost and ended up reproducing the other night in his office, right on the desk. The only thing he allowed himself to do was grab her arm softly when he needed to talk to her while she flew by, and each time, he melted as his hand completely surrounded her soft skin. He loved how she wrapped her arms around him every chance she got. When he was sitting at his desk, she slipped her arms around his neck to place a series of kisses on his cheek. The way she would wrap her arms around his torso to lay her head on his chest, or when she would wrap them around his arm when they were walking down the streets together. If Harvey wasn't the most tactile man on the planet, when he came home after a difficult day, his favorite thing was to see Donna looking up at him and holding out her arms so he could snuggle up there. Only hers could calm him down, and all day long, he was just waiting to go home and end his night with the redhead's around him. He never would have believed that two arms would have such an effect on him, and yet, it had become home.
mouth
It was one of the first things that charmed her about the lawyer: his mouth. She remembered when she approached him in that bar, the way his lips were resting on the edge of the glass, their movements when he had swallowed a large gulp of Macallan's, and above all, his smirk when he had to look up and down. God, she melted every time she saw the corner of his lip curl and then the way he smiled, half amused, half mischievous, when he looked at her. His mouth was so distinctive, and, if she thought only he had that unique feature, she was delighted to see that Harvey's typical smirk was duplicated twice a few years later when their daughters looked at her with the same smile when they wanted something. Donna wasn't into plump lips, which Harvey hadn’t, but they were full enough that it was enjoyable when he kissed her, and she loved it. If before the other time, she liked to be kissed delicately and simply, when he knocked on her house after leaving the DA's office and jumped on her lips, Donna discovered a passion for French kissing, and if never again for twelve years she had felt such a sensation, she had never forgotten him. He spent hours sliding his tongue across her lips, along her teeth, inside her mouth, and against her own tongue, and God, as dirty as it was, it was so delicate and passionate. After that night, no matter who tried to kiss her that way, she never felt what she had felt with him, and when he walked through the door with a determined step, she was eager to slide her tongue against his to remember all these sensations that she had missed all these years ago. As aggressive as his mouth could be on her body, it could also be so delicate. All the quick and gentle kisses he placed on her head when he passed by her quickly, on her neck or shoulders when he held her against him in his arms, or the hours spent letting his lips trail on her stomach to feel the blows of their children inside, all his gestures were so delicate that she felt herself melting. She loved his mouth and everything he could do with it, it was just perfect.
The redhead's mouth was perfect. It was neither too thick, nor too thin, symmetrical lips, covering her perfect teeth as he was supposed to, it was absolutely perfect for the lawyer. Plus, her mouth was attractive. It was rare to see her with dark or too flashy lipstick, instead, she wore nude colors, or what he preferred the most: lip gloss. Every time she showed up with her lips slightly glossy or he saw her delicately applying the product all around her mouth with an expert stroke without even looking herself n the mirror, he just wanted to take it off with his own lips. When he watched her moisturize her lips, he could lose track of the conversation in less than a second because he was so obsessed with it. A little later, when he had the opportunity to share more than his working hours with the redhead, he noticed that she constantly applied lip balm stick, without even realizing it. When he kissed her for the first time with the balm on her lips, he found out that it was strawberry flavored and completely lost his mind. He was crazy about her lips, as soon as he saw her applying lip balm, he rushed to kiss her passionately, as she just laughed at his behavior. After a few times, she decided to do something about it, and when he approached again, she quickly applied a layer of lip balm to his own lips to prevent him from rushing at hers. Since then, as soon as she put some on, she unconsciously handed the stick to her husband, who hastened to put some on in his turn. After all, he also had to have moisturized lips so she could enjoy his kisses. He also liked the shapes her mouth took based on her emotions. The way her mouth opened slowly when she didn't know what to say or was surprised by something he had done. The way her mouth formed a thin line when he teased her in front of their children, and she held back from telling him to fuck off. When she bit her lower lip while he made an indecent proposal to her or when he undressed her with his eyes when they were alone, or not. The pout she made when she wanted something and knew Harvey was going to give in because he couldn't refuse her anything. But above all, the way she smiled widely every time she was happy with him or the twins, when he whispered in her ear how much he loved her or when the two little girls told her about their days. Her mouth could be so mischievous when she put him in his place, sexy when she placed open mouthed kisses along his torso, or even sweet when she hummed softly to put their children to sleep. Her mouth was amazing.
eyes
Donna had a weakness for blue eyes. Well, that’s what she thought until she fell for the chocolate look that had melted her heart years ago. Harvey's eyes were big, round, and deep, and even if they were classic brown, every time he looked at her, she felt like the ground was slipping out from under her feet. The lawyer had mischievous eyes, full of innuendo, that gave the redhead butterflies in the stomach every time he looked at her. But sometimes his eyes were also soft, and he looked at her with a gaze that he reserved only for her, and that he wouldn't use on anyone else, except for her two mini copies who were constantly hanging around his neck. Without speaking, she could understand what he was thinking with just one glance and both of them could communicate without even talking, as a silent conversation. Even if he always looked at her with a meaningful look, she would never forget some of them. She could still see the way his eyes darkened when he first saw her in that bar, how his pupils were dilated seeing her with the can of whipped cream in her hand, waiting impatiently for him to come inside. How his eyes sparkled when he saw her arrive in a beautiful white lace dress, even though it was their second marriage. But one look she'll never forget was the one he gave her when the midwife placed one baby against him while the other was on Donna's chest. She saw how he went through a multitude of emotions at that moment: shock, wonder, fear, and joy as he looked at their two babies, before lifting his eyes and looking at Donna with so much love, pride, and gratitude that she thought she was going to cry. Harvey's eyes might be as classic as possible, but all the things she could see in them made them exceptional.
Harvey hadn't really noticed the redhead's eyes the first time he saw her, nor the second time, for that matter. The dim light from the bar darkened the room and prevented the lawyer from seeing the gaze of this magnificent stranger. So when she was waiting for him a few days later, sitting at her new desk, a cup of coffee in hand, Harvey noticed that her eyes weren't as dark as he thought. But it was when he got closer to her as she showed him his schedule that he looked up to see the real color of her eyes, and his breath was taken away. For a few seconds, he had difficulty taking his gaze away, too obsessed to determine the color of her eyes. They were brown, turning green, with a few flecks of gold in it, and the way she looked at him was so intense that he had to look away to avoid melting. Since that day, he could quickly get lost in her eyes, which could be both sweet and teasing. Despite the number of conquests he had in the past, he had never met another woman with so much beauty in her eyes and who had such an effect on him. He never thought he would see such a beautiful gaze again, until the birth of their daughters. He was already crazy at the idea of them being redheads, but he also hoped that they would have their mother’s eyes, that they would be carbon copies of her. When they were born, their eyes were a dark baby blue, but little by little, he could see their colors changing. Around six months, one had green eyes, while the other had light brown, both colors found in their mother's eyes, and every time they looked at him with the same look as their mom, he was melting. God, he was in love.
stomach
Donna had never been interested in a particularly muscular body, moreover, she had never really liked men who went to the gym a lot to ensure they had a six pack. For almost two years, she had imagined Harvey's body, but never saw anything because of the shirts and suit jackets he wore over it. So when he showed up at her house at the other time, and she hurriedly took off his shirt, breaking a few buttons in the process, she felt her breath catch as she observed him. He was damn perfect. She could see the fine lines sculpting his body thanks to all the boxing and cardio he did without it being too excessive, the line in the center of his stomach, and the few abs that made their appearance discreetly on either side. She loved the way his stomach twitched when she slid her fingertips over it and dug her nails into his skin when she straddled him while he lay on the mattress. She found it sexy the way his stomach spasmed as he finished deep inside her and watching him fall back on top of her in exhaustion, his stomach sweating against hers. She would also never forget the feeling of the soft skin of his stomach against her tongue when she licked the whipped cream from the elastic of his boxers to under his pectorals. If Donna wasn't really a fan of hairy men, she hit the jackpot with Harvey because he was completely hairless except for the thin line that ran from his navel down to his boxers. If after a decade of clinging to memories, she was curious to see if time had changed the way he looked under his shirt, she had been delighted to see that that hadn't been the case. For a man in his forties, he continued to take care of his body, and she could still trace with her fingertips the fine lines that defined his stomach. She also liked to lay her head on it when they were in bed and chat until the middle of the night, but above all, what she preferred for a few years now was to see her husband shirtless in the living room, their two babies with boxing gloves, while he let them use his stomach as a punching bag while they laughed out loud when Harvey pretended to be knocked out by their innocent little punches.
Harvey didn't care about belly, what interested him most was what was from top to bottom of it, but it was only once with Donna that he realized that the belly was more than just the area between two of his favorite parts of a female body. The redhead had a relatively flat stomach thanks to all the yoga and pilates sessions she did, and her skin was so soft that Harvey loved sliding his hand under her t-shirt to trace random shapes there. One of his favorite things about her stomach is the thin, barely visible birthmark that was right next to her pelvic bone, on the right, above the elastic of her panties, and which formed a little heart. If the other time, things had been so quick and messy that he hadn't noticed it at first, when he knocked on his door in the middle of the night to pamper her body for hours, that's where he saw it for the first time. As he placed his lips on it while whispering against her skin that he found it adorable, Donna simply replied that he was the first one to notice it, and ever since, he felt butterflies in his stomach thinking about the fact that he was the only one who had ever seen it. Over the years, the redhead was less confident about her stomach because it wasn't as toned as before, even if Harvey didn't see any real difference, and yet, he had never been that crazy about that part of her body as he is now. For months, he saw her skin stretch, revealing, month after month, the presence of the two wonders they created together. He loved how her skin remained pale except for the thin line below her navel, which was a bit darker. God, he spent hours dragging his lips across her stomach, dropping thousands of kisses, and never getting tired of it. But there was one thing that brought tears to the lawyer's eyes in less than a second, and that was when he saw Donna pat her stomach with her finger twice, and he immediately saw a bump appear at the same spot. It was the first time he witnessed the presence of his children, which made things so real. As her pregnancy progressed, he could make out the shapes of feet or hands through the thin skin of her stomach against his hand or against his mouth when he placed kisses on her warm skin. If the belly was not important to him at first, he had to admit, today it was one of the things he preferred about his wife.
hair
Donna never really paid attention before, but she loved Harvey's hair even though it wasn't anything special. If she saw different haircuts over the years, always with gel, she had to admit that she preferred the one when he woke up in the morning. She understood after the other time that, the reason he used gel was to give them volume, because, otherwise, they were relatively flat, but she loved them naturally. When he got out of the shower and wiped them dry, she loved the way they stayed ruffled for a few minutes before falling back and making her feel like she was seeing her husband again at the beginning, back in the day when he was twenty seven and he slicked his hair to the side. The fact that she was the only one who could see it without gel gave her a feeling of belonging, as if she were the only woman in the world to enjoy this view, even if it was not exceptional. One of the things she never thought she would love, yet she did, thanks to Harvey, was the fact that she could stroke his soft hair for hours without getting tired of it. Whether it was to reassure him, calm him, or help him to fall asleep, every time she ran her fingertips through his hair or scratched her nails delicately across his scalp, she could instantly feel him relax against her. She also liked that it was long enough that she could pull on it when she wanted him to focus on her lips instead of her cleavage, or that he was teasing her so much that her last resort was to stop him when she couldn’t breathe properly anymore. It was also when she grabbed a tuft of hair from the back of his head when he went down on her that the redhead realized how much Harvey cared about his hair and was panicked at the thought of one day losing it. The lawyer was obsessed with it, and couldn't stand the idea of anyone touching his hair, not even a barber, so he went to the only salon in Manhattan he trusted to cut for years now. She will never forget when he went to the usual old man right after their second wedding, and it was an apprentice who cut his hair instead. When he came back with an angry look and a cap on his head, Donna was torn between laughing at his expression and being horny by the short, almost shaved Michael Scoffield haircut that her man had, making him look like a sexy inmate. Since then, he no longer trusted anyone, and he had not yet found a barber in Seattle. So during the lockdown, thanks to YouTube tutorials, the redhead had learned how to cut it, and since then, he only trusted Donna to take care of it because she knew how to do it the way he loved it. Even if he were bald, she would find Harvey to be the most handsome man on the planet, but she had to admit, she hoped he kept it for as long as possible because she loved it.
Harvey was into redheads, or so he thought. He had a crush on Mrs. Gardfield when he was a teenager without realizing that hair color had anything to do with it. After that, he tried everything: brunette, blonde, black, brown, redhead, and even pink once, and if until then it didn't matter, the moment he saw the secretary in that bar, the hair had climbed a few places on the ranking of criteria that pleases him in a woman. He had never seen such a beautiful redhead in his life. Not too dark, not too light, not too orange, but with bright highlights: absolutely perfect. After they met, especially after they had sex for the first time, he was unable to date a redhead, each time finding their hair colors bland. He loved this hair color on her and thought it suited her so well, it was vibrant and sparkling like her, and it also made her so unique, because if only one to two percent of the world's population was redhead, he wasn't surprised that Donna was too, seeing how exceptional she was. He liked the fact that, when there were people around, he could recognize her from afar even when her back was turned to him, as if he could always keep an eye on her and protect her, even from a distance, probably his male alpha side that needs to show that she was him forever even though he knew she could defend herself. He also realized that he loved when he was at galas and people approached him, especially women, and he indicated that he was accompanied by his wife as he pointed right at her from the other end of the room by pronouncing these four little words: the redhead over there. If for years he had only been able to look at them from afar without being able to do anything else, ever since he showed up at her place in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but touch her hair. He loved tucking falling strands behind her ear when she talked to him, when he brushed it to the side when her hair spread across his pillow at night, and he wanted to avoid hurting her by lying on it. He liked to wrap all of her long hair around his fist to pull on it to gain access to her long, delicate neck, or when they were doing other things more sexy, to wrap his fingers around the ends when she had the head resting on his lap in the evening, a glass of wine for her, a glass of scotch for him, as they chatted about their days. One of the things that surprised him was how much time she took when it came to taking care of her red locks. If he saw her every day, a perfectly executed blow-dry and never a bad hair day, he would never have thought he would be able to observe her for hours doing such banal things about them. He loved the way she lathered her shampoo in the shower, twice to get them squeaky clean, as Harvey would climb into the shower to do it for her whenever he got the chance, totally intoxicated by the smell of the product that he now also used for himself too. He loved it when she spent a few hours of her Sunday morning with a heat cap on her head for deep conditioning, as he was the only one to see that. Watching her blow dry fascinated him, the way she expertly ran the round brush through her locks while twisting others under a large clip at the top of her head. He remembered when she was exhausted after the birth of the girls and didn't have time to go to the hairdresser, the way he had offered to do it for her, that he had put a chair in front of the mirror from the bathroom to take care of each strand one by one for a rather satisfactory result, although it took double the time. He felt privileged when he saw her with a ponytail or a bun because, again, she never went out with her hair tied up, and he was one of the few people who could see her like that. If until now, he thought he would never again fall in love with a hair color as he had done with his wife, he was wrong because, the first time they put his two children on his chest and they both had a full head of dark strawberry blonde hair, he felt his heart sink again. His daughters' hair was slightly lighter than Donna’s, probably due to his own blond hair as a child, but still as vibrant as their mother’s. Once again, when people asked him who his children were at some shows or playground, he replied with a big smile: the redheads over there. Never would he have thought that a color would bring him so much joy and love in his life.
back
Donna realized that she liked Harvey's back during the other time. As she was straddling him, he sat down to kiss her, and while they were pressed together, her wet breast against his soaked chest, she slipped her fingertips along his sweaty back as he continued to kiss her passionately. After that, she couldn't help but watch him from afar, and every time he took off his jacket, she wanted so badly to slide her hands behind his back, something she would do years later as soon as he felt tense at work or in his personal life. Once they got together, she realized that she saw her partner's back a lot more than she would have imagined. Harvey slept on his stomach, whether she was in bed or not, he was constantly lying on his front, his arms surrounding his pillow or her body, revealing his bare back when the sheet fell low on his hips. She loved waking him up with gentle caresses or kisses on his shoulder blades, seeing him squirm gently when he emerged from his sleep before he opened his eyes to look at her with so much love. She adored watching him do push-ups in the middle of the living room and seeing his back muscles move with each movement, and then later, when the two little girls sat on him and giggled as they moved up and down with each arm pull. She melted when she left to go shopping and came home to find her husband asleep on the floor, the two little girls slumped on his back, their mouths slightly open like their father, while she chuckled softly, thinking about how the three Specters were able to fall asleep anywhere and anytime without problem. God, she loved his back so much, as simple as it was.
Harvey had never thought of being so turned on by a back, and yet, he was obsessed with the redhead's. He would never forget the first time he noticed it, when they were invited to their first galas when the firm was still called Pearson Hardman. The secretaries were not invited, of course, but again, Harvey did what he wanted and decided to take Donna. If his argument was that a potential client would be there and the man had a crush on the redhead for a long time, the real reason was that he knew he would be bored without her. So, when he arrived in the reception room and saw her from behind, in a magnificent golden dress, revealing her entire back, the slit stopping just above her ass, he was eager to go out and get some fresh air to calm down. Once his pants were less tight, he took a deep breath once again before finding her inside. As he got closer, the hollow of her spine became more and more visible, and Harvey felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to resist. He just wanted to pull down her dress to place open mouthed kisses from the small of her back to the nape of her neck, let his tongue run down her spine until he took her from behind, his hands roaming her back. When he saw his potential client flirting with the redhead, he was quick to introduce himself, and, if Donna had not yet seen him until now, as she had been surprised, she had backed away slightly, and Harvey was quick to place his hand on the small of his back, feeling his pants tighten again. It was also that evening that he lost a contract worth several thousand dollars, too jealous to see the man watching the redhead with a look full of implication. If he had little opportunity to see the redhead's freckled back again, the moment they had slept together, after regaining some energy, they were up for a second round, and this time, the redhead was on her stomach as Harvey's hands slid down her entire length to anchor themselves on her lower back as she moaned with every thrust. Once they were in a relationship, the lawyer discovered a passion for back massages and couldn't help but straddle the redhead's ass while he buried his hands in her back’s skin while she sighed with contentment. He never thought he would be so obsessed with a spine, and yet, he was crazy about it.