highlander_ii

"What's this, Harvey?" Donna asked, sitting on the couch and tucking her feet up.

"Movie night." He handed her a bowl of popcorn and a glass of wine.

Donna gave him an arch look. "You're not making me watch Star Trek again, are you?"

He grinned at her as he sat next to her. "Not this time." He started up the movie.

When the title card splashed on the screen: Sorry, Wrong Number, Donna playfully slugged Harvey in the arm. "You bastard. I love this movie."

"I love that you think I haven't been paying attention for a decade."

She shrugged. "I think you only pay attention when you want to."

"Did you say something?"

"Fuck you, Specter," she said with a smirk.

"You're gonna miss the movie."