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"Mike. Open the door."

Back slumped against the only barrier separating him from Harvey, Mike resolved not to give in and open the door, no matter how much Harvey begged (if Harvey begged, which he denied wholeheartedly).

"Come on. You know I didn't mean it." Were it anyone else, Mike would call that tone 'whiney' or 'pleading.' However, this wasn't just anyone else: this was Harvey-god-damn-Specter, best closer in New York, and he did not plead or whine. "Mike, open the door," irritation was sliding into Harvey's voice. "You're being ridiculous."

"I'm just full of ridiculous things tonight, huh?" Mike snapped bitterly. "I mean, first I do something to show you how much I love you, then I get mad at you for laughing at me about it. Ridiculousness!"

There was silence on the other side of the door and for a moment, Mike was afraid that Harvey had left. Then a sigh came through the door, followed by Harvey's soft and gentle voice whispering, "Mike. Please open the door?"

Mike considered for a moment. He was still upset with Harvey for laughing at an obviously romantic gesture, but that specific tone of voice was the one reserved for just the two of them, when they absorbed every inch of skin they could and made love for hours on end, as if they had all the time in the world…

No. Bad Mike, he silently reprimanded himself. He was mad at Harvey for a reason and a damn good one at that –

"Please open the door, baby."

Just like that, Mike felt all of his resolve turn to mush inside of him. He straightened up and turned to open the door. Beyond it was a long stream of clothes from the front room of Harvey's condo that lead all the way up to the man himself, wearing nothing but boxers and kneeling down before Mike.

"Harvey, what –"

Mike cut himself off when Harvey's hands wrapped around his waist to tug him closer. A blush crept up Mike's torso as Harvey lowered the waistband of his (admittedly childish) Cookie Monster boxers to reveal the source of their argument. Curving along Mike's hip, the name Harvey curled in an elegant script, inked permanently into his skin. He glanced away, now embarrassed about what had seemed like such a good idea for the last six months. How could he have been stupid enough to think Harvey would actually like it? He was probably creeped out by how invested Mike apparently was in their relationship.

Mike's thoughts were interrupted as a pair of warm lips placed themselves against his tattoo. Shivering, Mike looked down to watch as Harvey softly kissed each of the letters in turn before beginning to rub the name with his thumb.

Rising to his feet, Harvey buried his face in Mike's neck and wrapped his free arm around the smaller man's waist. Mike instinctively looped his arms around Harvey's shoulders.

"I'm sorry I laughed," Harvey whispered. "I was just...surprised."

"It's okay," Mike mumbled. "It was a stupid thing to do, anyways."

Harvey squeezed the tattooed hip as he looked up into Mike's eyes. "No," he said seriously. "No, it's….it's tangible proof that you're mine."

Mike gave a quiet smile and leaned forward to give Harvey a slow kiss. As they pulled away, he murmured, "There was never any question."