A/n- Don't own Suits or Harvey or Mike...the things I would be doing right now if I did...
For my Well Then...readers, I have not forgotten you at all, and another chapter will be being sent to the Beta Squad tonight. Moving and working is kicking my ass, hard.
Brat Pack- I love you all, so hard, I just wanted you to know that, even in a story that has nothing to do with the Brat Pack.
For everyone else, and my Well Then...readers- I had this snippet of conversation running around in my head. I wanted to make it into a story, but it refused. It is un-beta'd. At this point I think my A/N may be longer than the entire story, lol, so here goes...
"Please?"
"No"
"Pretty please?"
"Nope"
"Super-duper please?"
"Not happening."
"But, Harvey, why not?"
"Because I said so, and I'm Harvey Fucking Specter!"
"…"
"Don't pout at me, Mike, it's not cute."
"Haaaaaarrrrrvvvveeeyyyy….please, for me?"
"Why should I?"
"Because, uhm….Because I am Harvey Fucking Specter's boyfriend, and dammit, I deserve nice things!"
"Good boy! You're learning, yes pup, go ahead and order your cheese crust pizza."
While waiting on the pizza, Harvey pulled Mike in for a deep kiss, and to whisper in his ear all the other things he deserves for belonging to Harvey Fucking Specter.