Fic: In the Air (and Breathing) Part 2/2 (Suits: Harvey/Mike)

[fox_confessor]

Title: In the Air (and Breathing)
Author: escribo
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Word Count: 10,665
Rating: R
Summary: AU.  Mike went to Harvard (for real this time)
Notes: Written as a response to a request in the suits_meme.  It was meant to be a quick fill and ended up being 10,000+ words in a fandom I'd never written in before.

Nearly three weeks spent trying to figure out how he can miss someone who is right there (but really not)

Mike stood outside of Rachel's office for a good five minutes before he worked up the courage to push his way inside. He thought it was telling that he was afraid of all the women in his life--Rachel, Donna, Jessica, Gram... On the other hand, he thought maybe that list alone showed he had good reason. They were all scary, especially Rachel when she was pushing a deadline. It was telling of the depth of his anxiety that he ignored her scowl at his knock. "I think I'm being punished."

"Busy."

"C'mon, Rachel. This is important. Harvey hasn't spoken to me in over a week."

"Maybe he's busy, too."

Mike stared down at the crown of Rachel's head, knowing he should leave her alone. He couldn't help pushing just a little bit. "You have to tell me what to do."

Rachel sighed and sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're a big boy, Mikey. You'll find a way to make daddy proud of you again."

"You think I'm over-reacting."

"You really are a genius."

"He's still talking to <i>Kyle</i>." Mike grimaced as if the taste of Kyle's name pained him. It kind of did.

"If I give you some advice, will you go away?"

"Yes."

"Go talk to Harvey."

"That's not--"

"Mike."

"Right. Because I'm an adult, not a teenager with a crush."

"You so totally have a crush on Harvey."

"I really do."

A few minutes later

"Can I see him?"

Donna glanced up at Mike, her fingers poised above her keyboard, a "no" already forming on her lips. Mike was prepared for that--had expected it and was about to launch into a well reasoned argument about why it was bullshit when she surprised him instead by clicking off the intercom and leaning in closer.

"He can't help you, Mike," she whispered conspiratorially. "Not anymore. At least not now."

Mike felt a strange, hollow ache form in his chest at her words. He tried very hard to keep his voice steady and his eyes on hers as he leaned in but he couldn't help glancing into Harvey's office. He was there, the line of his mouth showing his annoyance with Kyle as Kyle frantically pawed through a stack of files. Mike's eyes snapped back to Donna when she tapped her finger on the counter in front of him.

"I did something wrong, didn't I? I can make it up to him. I just need to talk to him for a few minutes. I can come back later when he's alone." He hated to see pity in Donna's eyes. It wasn't like her, and it made him feel worse, as if he'd truly lost Harvey.

"C'mon, Mike. I'll let you buy me a cup of coffee."

Donna didn't say anything on the way down in the elevator but Mike hardly noticed. He took her silence to mean that he had done something so terribly wrong, something that Harvey couldn't forgive him for and so Donna was going to-- Going to what? Let him down gently? Mike frowned, knowing he was way off base. If he'd done something wrong on one of Harvey's cases, Harvey would have told him.

"Do you always think this loudly?" she asked as they waited for their coffee.

"Not usually."

"Harvey's not mad at you, if that's what has you twisted up in knots."

"He's quit talking to me."

"There was some indication that his interest in you was causing problems between you and your supervisor."

"He's interested in me?"

Donna laughed at him. "You have really got to develop a better poker face."

"I just meant--"

"I know what you meant, kid, and I know what you didn't say."

"Does he--"

"Your enormous brain is one of his favorite toys, but he's even more emotionally stunted than you are. You're going to have to work harder than that."

"I'm not--"

"Full disclosure. You've been here less than a year and Jessica isn't quite ready to take a chance on you yet, but she'll get there. She just has to see your potential. The mock trial--

"Oh god, Donna--

Donna held up her hand to stop the run of apologies he was about to offer. "It was a good start, Mike. Keep doing good work and eventually--sooner, rather than later, I bet--Jessica is going to offer you partner track. You're better than any of the other associates and she knows that now."

"What about Harvey?"

"Harvey knows it, too."

"I meant--"

"I know what you meant," she said again, more quietly this time. "Harvey went to bat for you but it wasn't time yet."

"He got in trouble for me?"

"Nothing he can't handle or didn't want to take on, but he needed to back off a bit. Just trust him, Mike."

"I do. I will."

"I think you mean that."

"I do," Mike repeated.

"In the meantime, you're going to have to develop your own defense strategy against Louis' legs. If Harvey can't have you, then Louis is losing his tennis buddy."

Mike smiled, warming at the thought--Harvey wanted him. Harvey had fought for him. He'd lost, and that wasn't something that Mike believed could happen to Harvey but still. Lost Mike to Louis--it must be killing him. At the thought, Mike rolled his eyes, giving his best Harvey impression, making his mumbled tennis sound like a particularly vile curse.

"I've always liked baseball better." Donna extracted an envelope from her purse, held it out to him. She winked when he took it. After picking up his wrist to check the time, she grabbed her coffee and left him standing there, calling back over her shoulder. "Get back to work, Mike."

He waited until she was gone to carefully rip the envelope open. Inside was one ticket to that Sunday's game at Yankee stadium.

Two days later. And if anyone tells you that Mike spent that time obsessing about what this meant and what Donna would want in return and whether it might actually lead to him being able to work with Harvey again, then...well, they wouldn't be lying.

For about five minutes on Sunday morning, Mike thought maybe he wouldn't go. It felt too much like a consolation prize, and he wasn't sure he could take much more of Donna being nice to him. In some strange reversal of the natural order of things, it made him feel worse. In the end, he went because he reasoned that the only other person he'd ever seen Donna go out of her way to be nice to was Harvey, and that almost meant something.

He was surprised and not to find it wasn't Donna at all but Harvey sprawled in the premium seat behind the dugout next to the one Mike held a ticket for. Mike stopped at the end of the row and stared for a good minute before Harvey rolled his eyes and waved him in.

"For a minute I thought this was Donna's way of asking me out."

"You couldn't handle Donna."

"I could so--" Mike started to mount his defense but then collapsed into his seat and smiled at Harvey. "No, you're right. She's terrifying."

"She'd eat you alive, though I think you'd probably enjoy it at least for a little while. I know she would."

"She told me what happened. I mean, broad strokes." Harvey just nodded. Of course he knew. "So, is this okay? I mean I don't want to get you into more trouble with Jessica."

"I can't mentor you, kid, but we can still be friends."

"We just can't talk about work, right?"

"I have it on good authority that friends sometimes talk about their jobs with each other. They might even complain about their bosses. Offer advice."

"As friends."

"Exactly."

"And you're my friend." Harvey gave him a look that spoke volumes about how simple he thought Mike was being. Mike just grinned back. "You might even be the best friend I've got."

Several months later

It worked, this thing between them. There were more games, some at Harvey's penthouse on his ridiculously large big screen tv, dinners out, drinks when Mike's done something that no one else thinks to reward him for. It worked, and if it felt a little bit like dating if Mike squinted, then he wasn't complaining. He liked Harvey. He'd always respected him but this was new, especially since work Harvey was very different than friend Harvey.

The lines occasionally crossed, like when Mike showed up for court one morning and found Harvey leaning against his chauffeured town car outside the courthouse. Mike ambled over, clutching the strap of his messenger bag, taking in how good Harvey looked in his three piece suit and designer sunglasses. He could have just stepped out of a GQ ad and Mike couldn't help but wonder if it'd been for his benefit. He kinda hoped so.

"What are you doing here?" He asked when he was close enough. Mike never thought about fashion except when he was this close to Harvey. He was glad he'd put on his best suit (not exactly Prada but not bad either) when Harvey took off his shades and took his time looking Mike over.

"I had business," he finally answered, tugging on the end of Mike's tie.

"In front of the courthouse? On the day I'm nervous about going to court?" Mike asked but he's grinning. He can't help himself.

Harvey shrugged. "I'm a lawyer, too. It's not out of the realm."

"How did you even know I was here? This was Louis' case."

"I hear things."

"Norma told Donna who told you. I didn't even think Norma liked me."

"She doesn't. She likes Donna and knows that Donna keeps an eye on you for me."

Mike let himself enjoy that for a moment before he deflated and leaned against the car next to Harvey. "I'm so going to lose."

"Then why are you here? You know the rules."

"I told you this was Louis' case. His endgame didn't work and suddenly he had an emergency that took him out of the city. He called me on Saturday night and I spent yesterday preparing but it's a lost cause."

"Dad always used to say the only causes worth fighting were the lost causes."

Mike watched Harvey's profile for a moment, his mouth hanging open before he laughed out loud. "Your Jimmy Stewart could really use some work."

"My Jimmy Stewart is fine." Harvey looked down at Mike, his expression caught between mock exasperation and fondness, and the combination caught Mike around the throat. Harvey was the first to look away. "Who's the judge?"

"Morbley."

"He's tough."

"Your pep talk could use some work, coach."

"He's going to hate your tie."

"What's wrong with my tie?"

"We don't have that much time." Harvey rolled his eyes as Mike looked down at the offending garment, smoothing it down with his hand. "Here."

When Mike looked up, he was shocked to see that Harvey was holding out a tie to him, an expensive silk one likely hand sewn by Tom Ford himself especially for Harvey. "You brought me a spare tie? Is it lucky?"

"Put it on and find out," Harvey said but Mike was already yanking his off and shoving it in his pocket. "Ask for a few days to prepare and when he turns that down because Louis has already dragged this out too long, then go with the merits to minimize the damage. You might lose but the judge will appreciate you keeping on point. I know the client will."

"I haven't even met the client yet. Harold's been handling the grunt work on this one."

"Is he here?"

"Should be. He said he'd bring the client over."

"Then you should go."

"Yeah." Mike straightened up and smoothed down the tie, his eyes on the polished toes of Harvey's shoes. He's never been this nervous about court before, but then he's never been this unprepared. Knowing that Louis did it on purpose--not thrown the case but thrown Mike beneath the bus once he knew the case likely couldn't be won--wasn't helping.

"You know the case, Mike." Harvey stepped closer and Mike leaned into him a bit, taking comfort in the weight of Harvey's hand on his shoulder.

"I read it yesterday."

"Then you know the case. Don't think about what Louis did. Jessica has taken notice of you and he's jealous. It's all bullshit. Just think about the case."

Harvey stepped back, putting that bit of distance between them again, and straightened the knot of Mike's tie. "Text me when you're done here."

Mike nodded once, twice, and then walked away, his back straight. He didn't look back until he made it to the top of the courthouse stairs, and found Harvey was still there. He smiled and raised his hand, smiling a bit, feeling worlds more confident than he had when he'd first arrived.

When he turned back around to go into the courthouse, he was so focused on the thought of Harvey that he nearly ran into his former boss. "Cameron."

"Mike, hello. How are you?" Cameron held out his hand but as they shook, Mike could tell that Cameron's attention was already past him. Behind him. "Are you still at Pearson Hardman?"

"Yes," Mike said though he knew Cameron must already know. He always knew everything.

"Working for Harvey?"

"Louis Litt." That at least surprised Cameron a bit if the way his eyes widened meant anything. He was still looking at Harvey over Mike's shoulder and Mike wondered how much of their conversation Cameron saw. Cameron's nice tie as he shook Mike's hand before he headed down the stairs told Mike that it'd been too much.

A week later

The case dragged out for a week and every morning Mike felt as though he was going into battle as he climbed the courthouse steps, and every night he dragged himself back to the firm, exhausted, Harold on his heels, searching for anything that could help. He'd kept Harvey updated with texts (from This case blows to You'll help me sue Louis for gross negligence, right?) and while he kept telling himself that he didn't really expected an answer, he was still surprised when he got no response to his last message late on Friday afternoon, using text speak specifically to get a rise out of Harvey (I...won? Srsly? RU free for drinks 2nite?).

The rest of the weekend was just weird. Mike spent half his time pretending that he wasn't hurt by Harvey's silence and the other half analyzing their every conversation over the last few months like he was John Madden doing half-time analysis during the Super Bowl. The only thing he couldn't deny was that his victory was muted and not even the surprising (shocking) text from Jessica (Congratulations. Come see me on Monday.) lessened that feeling. He wanted Harvey to be proud of him, to give Mike that look that was half proud, half...something else. By Sunday night, he was decided. He would take Donna coffee and Harvey the tie he let Mike borrow and stop acting like he had a crush, which wasn't so much a plan as a resolution to get over it.

It was nearly 10 before Mike could manufacture an excuse to go up to Harvey's floor and the look on Donna's face nearly stopped him in his tracks. Harvey was nowhere to be seen, and Mike couldn't help rejecting the perfectly reasonable and mostly likely explanation for the dozen (all bad) scenarios that went through his mind instead.

"Is he alright?" Mike asked, fearing the worst (had Harvey been in the hospital while Mike was scrutinizing an email from four months ago? He'd never forgive himself.)

"He had dinner with Cameron Dennis last week."

So, it was worse than he feared. "What's going on?"

"They're going after him." She didn't have to say who or why; Mike knew.

"Oh. So-- Wait, why's Harvey involved? He didn't do anything wrong, right?" He asked but it wasn't really a question because there's no doubt in Mike's mind. "I mean, he wouldn't have been involved in anything Cameron had done."

By the time Mike had come on-board in the D.A.'s office, the manipulation of trials had been euphemistically referred to as the good old days. If it happened while he was there--and he supposed it could have--Mike didn't see it, but he knew they were more than rumors, because once he looked at something (like an old case file) he couldn't unsee the evidence (or lack of) in front of him. It was one of the reasons he left, and, since he'd come to know Harvey, had assumed it was why Harvey had left, too.

Donna was watching him put the pieces together, her lips drawn in a tight line.

Mike drew himself up straight, his eyes going past her again to the empty office. "Cameron sold him out."

"Yeah." Bastard.

"Where is he?"

"Conference room upstairs preparing to give his deposition to the Attorney General's Office."

"Alone?"

"Jessica's going with him but he's alone now."

Mike tapped his fingertips against the top of Donna's desk.

"He's not going to want company right--" she started but he cut her off before she could finish.

"I know. Last week," Mike began, hooking his thumb over his shoulder. He could see now that Harvey's radio silence was his way of distancing Mike, of protecting him. "Jessica wanted to see me. I should go before she leaves."

"Mike--"

"It's okay, Donna." And Mike wanted to believe that.

Five rather terrifying moments later

Mike had worked out how to get over his nerves about Jessica, convinced that he didn't have enough polish (as Louis often liked to point out) to suit her and he didn't, not in the same way as the other associate did--at least the ones who weren't struggling under the burden of massive student loans and caring for their Grandma's assisted living costs. He didn't begrudge them (really, he didn't) but he knew there was a line between him and them that only Harvey never let him feel the weight of.

He felt it now, especially as Jessica seemed to be mentally calculating the width of his tie along in relation to his worth as an associate as he stood hesitantly at the door to her office. "Mr. Ross. Can I help you?"

"I'm not letting Harvey take the fall for Cameron," he blurted out, and he really did mean to ease onto the topic. "I'll testify instead. You can make that happen, right?"

"Possibly, but why would I?"

"I was in Harvey's same position. I know. Maybe not as much as Harvey because Cameron didn't put much faith in me. He called me a boy scout. He wasn't wrong."

"Does that mean you're prepared for this?"

The truth was, he wasn't prepared for this at all. On the way up, his mind had already begun to reel off the logical sequence of events. He could be disbarred. He could lose his license. He could lose everything. He wasn't prepared for that--who could be? The only thing he was prepared to do was protect Harvey at any cost, and he wasn't willing to think too hard about his reasons why--not yet. Not now.

Now, Mike nodded once, his eyes never leaving hers. "If you're not willing to help, I'll go to the Attorney General's office on my own."

"If you do that, your days at Pearson Hardman will be limited."

"I suspect they are either way. I can't let Harvey go down for this. He's--" Mike shook his head, stumbling over putting a name to this but Jessica is still staring hard at him. "He's my mentor. He's everything."

Jessica sat slowly back into her chair, her eyes wide as she took a new measure of him, and Mike straightened his back, lifted his chin the way he'd seen Harvey do a hundred times, ready for the fight.

"I'll speak with Ms. Leeds."

"Thank you," Mike said quietly, the weight of what he's done finally catching up with him as he turned to go. Outside the door, he saw Donna where she waited clutching a large envelop to her chest as she watched him, her expression unreadable. He didn't stop to speak with her--he couldn't--and turned away, meaning to go back to his desk but not stopping until he closed the door to his own apartment and sagged against it.

Late, a few days later

It was late in the evening and the halls of Pearson Hardman were dark when Jessica made her way down to Harvey's office, sure that he would still be there. She could hear the music when she stepped off the elevator--blues. Bessie Smith, she could tell as she got closer, the almost tinny sound of the piano dating the record.

Harvey was at the window, his hands in his pockets. His jacket was tossed over the edge of the couch and she picked it up, smoothing out wrinkles before she hung it carefully over the back of his chair. He didn't turn as she fixed them both tumblers of scotch and accepted the drink without word.

"You don't have to testify," she said after a while, once she'd nearly finished her drink while silently watching the lights of the city.

"How did you manage that?"

"You're not the only one who worked for Dennis, Harvey."

"Mike," Harvey breathed and she didn't correct him right away since he wasn't completely wrong. He carried his glass over to the record player, carefully picked up the needle.

"He impressed me," she said to his back.

"I told you."

"I know you did," she answered, though she kept her voice soft as he didn't look as though he could withstand a scolding tonight. She watched as he swirled his drink once, twice, before he took a sip, and still said nothing. "We had a talk a few months ago about him. You may not have his memory but I like to think you can at least remember that far back."

"I do."

"And I told you to stay away from him."

"You turned down my request to have him as my associate. The rest was rather ambiguous."

"The rest was implied. So you went behind my back--"

"I suppose that's epidemic in the firm." Harvey finished his drink and then slid the record back into its sleeve, putting it away. He stood with his back to her again, thumbing through his album collection, and when he turned back, he looked resolved. "I'm not letting him jeopardize his career for me."

"For you? You think this is just about you?"

"With Mike? Yeah."

"This is what I was trying to protect you from, Harvey."

"From Mike?" finally smiled,

"From yourself."

"I don't want to be protected like that-from him. I don't need it."

"So you trust him." She watched him carefully, knowing he didn't trust easily or often, but still found herself surprised when he nodded once, the truth in every line of his body.

She blew out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and moved to sit in his chair. "He came to me and was willing to do anything he needed to protect you."

"What did you tell him to do?"

"Nothing. I told him to leave it with me and then--" Jessica looked up, making sure she had his attention. She did, his jaw rigid and his hands clasped into fists. "And then Donna came to see me."

"Donna?"

"I told you that you weren't the only person who worked for Dennis."

Weeks (that felt like years) later

Mike and Donna were safe, and that counted for a lot in Harvey's book, but the fall out was bad. He wanted to be angry with them both, for going behind his back, for not trusting him--for breaking his trust in them. It took time (and whiskey and angry sex with anonymous (and willing) strangers) to bleed it out because while he could (and did) yell at them both, he'd mostly been angry with himself, which was both more familiar yet harder to deal with. In the end, he forgave them much sooner than either of them understood. He needed them, and that realization was scary enough, but he didn't have time to process it because: fall-out.

There were still cases from his time in the D.A.'s office that Cameron had messed with (his cases) and they had to be fixed. It was more than just his conscious (which burned) but Justice (yes, capitalized) had to be served, especially for Clifford Danner. And for that he needed Mike, and Mike had been there, and Jessica had overlooked it, had done... whatever it was that Jessica did with Louis to make it all right.

It didn't surprise him (at all) that Mike had wanted to help, or that Mike was willing to put so much of himself into reviewing the files and doing with the legwork. It didn't surprise him because he knew Mike--the kind of person he was (the kind that deserved all of Harvey's admiration and respect, not that he's said it out loud). What surprised him was that through all of this, all of the insanity, Mike was exactly what Harvey needed him to be at every moment. He'd been perfect, which was equal amount scary and reassuring.

This was what Harvey was contemplating as he watched Mike read over the draft of Harvey's closing statement. He'd spend most of the evening getting it right but right now… They hadn't won, not yet, but Harvey was confident they would, especially after the confession--how could they not? But this was one final lesson from Cameron that Harvey wasn't going to toss away--he would go into court expecting to win but he would still work for it.

"Good?"

"It is."

"But?"

Mike grinned for what felt like the first time in weeks. "But nothing. It's genius."

"Which is quite an accolade coming from, you know, an actual genius."

Mike rolled his eyes but he looked pleased with the sideways compliment, and Harvey smiled back at him, the moment drawing out into something Harvey couldn't quite put a name to. It had happened before, this…thing but never at the right time, never in the right place, and Harvey wasn't sure now was it, either. They had court in the morning. A man's life hung in the balance. And yet, he had never wanted Mike more than he did in that instant.

He stood when Mike did, Mike gently placing Harvey's laptop back on the surface of Harvey's desk. "Drink?"

"I shouldn't. I have to bike back to Brooklyn."

"I can't believe you still live there."

"I like it."

"You like the view from my penthouse, too." Harvey froze, replayed that last line in his head and wondered how much of a pick-up line it sounded to Mike. If it did, Mike didn't give any indication as he began stuffing files and papers into his messenger bag. Harvey busied himself by crossing over to his small bar and measuring out a few fingers of whiskey for them both.

"Harvey," Mike breathed out, his voice sounding slightly disapproving when Harvey handed him the drink but he didn't turn it down.

"Ray can drive you home on the way to mine."

"I'm hardly on the way to yours."

"I don't mind."

Mike blushed and lowered his eyes, the small smile back on his lips. Harvey opened his mouth to say something even more reckless, something that was going to sound a lot more like a proposition rather than just a hint, when Mike rushed forward with his own surprise, stumbling over his words as if he'd held them in for too long.

"I'm going to turn in my notice to Jessica on Monday."

"What?"

"I don't think I belong here."

"Mike--"

"No, let me say this Harvey. I've been thinking about it for a long time but I didn't know how to tell you so I'm just going to say it." Mike set his untouched drink down on the window ledge and looked out over the city while Harvey watched the tense line of his shoulders. "Making rich people richer isn't what I went into law for."

"It's not all we do. This case--"

"I know but billables are more than king here, you know that, and I'm tired of constantly fighting for Jessica to see my worth, and don't take that to be a complaint against her. I respect her, if for nothing else because of how much she respects you, but this place isn't for me. I don't want to fight the other associates for the chance to be Louis' pony, which is never going to happen, when all I want to do is--"

Mike fell silent, and Harvey watched his reflection in the glass and saw that Mike was watching him back.

"Do what?" Harvey finally asked when the silence stretched out longer than he could stand. He set his own glass down on the desk next to him and slid his hands into his trouser pockets to keep from reaching for Mike like he wanted.

"Cases like this are why I went to law school, and why I ended up in the D.A.'s Office. I wanted to help people. I wanted to make a difference."

"You do. You can here."

"In ten years' time? If I’m lucky enough to not have Louis burn me out by the end of the year? We've already lost four associates in my cohort since I started."

"I'll talk to Jessica."

"Because that worked out so well for you the last time."

"It was different then. Things are different now. I don't want--" Harvey began and bit it off when Mike turned sharply toward him. "The firm can't afford to lose you."

"The firm."

"Yes, Mike. You're a valuable asset. I can talk Jessica into putting you on partner track now--"

"I don't want that. I don't want my success to come at your expense, and you know that it would"

"Then what do you want? Where are you going to go?"

"I've been offered a job with the ACLU."

"Mike--" Harvey couldn't keep the pained sound out of his voice or stop the wince that accompanied it, but Mike only laughed at him.

"You're the one who told me I needed to figure out what kind of lawyer I wanted to be."

"I meant for you to decide you wanted to be like me."

"I like to think I did, Harvey."

Harvey felt some of the tension in the room and in his shoulders bleed out at Mike's words, could tell that Mike meant it, and suddenly keeping Mike here--keeping Mike with him--was the most important thing in the world.  He didn't want him just for the night but forever, in every way, and the realization of that was staggering.

"Let me talk to Jessica first," he pleaded, stretching his hands out in supplication, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears--desperate, needy. "I know that she can make you a better offer."

"It's not about the money."

"I know. I get it, Mike. I do. You want to save the world by spreading your feelings all over the place."

"It's always worked so well for me in the past." Mike smiled at him again, and it was easy this time--fond--and Harvey took a step closer, pushing his advantage.

"Let me figure out a way to keep you here."

"Because I'm an asset to the firm?"

"Because I want you here," Harvey said quietly, feeling some of the daring from earlier flood back into veins. He steps even closer, cupping his hand over Mike's elbow, and when he doesn't pull away, sliding his other hand along Mike's waist.

"You?" Mike asked but it came out breathless, his eyes on Harvey's lips.

Harvey purposefully dragged his tongue across his bottom lip, watching with no small measure of victory when he saw Mike's pupils dilate in response, his confirming I want you swallowed between them as Harvey dipped his head and pressed his lips to Mike's, as they kissed, as Mike kissed him back.

The End

Comments

[misswitch89.livejournal.com]

this was brilliant. and i cant help but smile cos i can see this as canon. Just wonderful. every single line.

[escribo.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

[ewanmax.livejournal.com]

Read this on A3, and thought it was really wonderful. I'm new to Suits, but watched both seasons on my laptop and I'm completely addicted.
Thank you for such a well written read.

[escribo.livejournal.com]

I'm new to Suits, too! I've only watched the first season so far (no cable at home and no time to follow online), which is sad, but the fic in the fandom is fantastic. I'm so glad you liked this and thank you for the comment!