Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of Suits

AN: So after listening to Rhihanna's Stay from the Grammy's last night on replay, I found myself writing this fic out of nowhere. This is my first Marvey story so I hope you guys like it =)

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The hall lights were dark, had been for the last 2 hours; Mike had stayed to finish briefing the Smith case. His desk lamp was the only thing on throughout, illuminating the caked dried highlight marks on his fingers, testimony to the ache in his stomach from skipping lunch earlier.

The lines blurring around his vision, that was old, the footsteps echoing down the corridor towards him, those were new. "Mike what are you still doing here?" He could feel the shiver throughout his body at the feel of Harvey's breath at his cheek. He knew that if he turned, just slightly to the right, their lips would touch. "Finishing the Smith case, Louis needs it on his desk by tomorrow."

Keeping his head down he was determined to not look up. He was going to keep his head down through the intense eyes he could feel at his back, and the immediate silence that continued to fill his ears.

Mid-sentence, the file he was working on was ripped from his hands. Turning around with and aggravated sigh, he couldn't stop himself form yelling "Harvey, what the hell!"

He just watched dumbfounded, as his files were put away and his messenger bag was swung across his shoulder.

"Come on puppy, time for bed" His legs went numb as Harvey lifted him up from his chair. He could feel Harvey's strong hand on the lower of his back, holding him up. It's too much. His heart was hammering so hard, it was getting too hard for chest to handle. He could see his hands shaking where he's somehow latched himself on to Harvey's suit lapels.

This needed to stop. These feelings he was having for Harvey was starting to interfere with his work. The post it marks of HS and MR in his trash bin was enough proof alone.

Donna was giving him knowing glances; clients were wishing him good luck with his "lucky girl" when he couldn't stop his smile from forming at Harvey's texts during meetings.

Pushing away, he released his hands, awkwardly straightening Harvey's suit. Clearing his throat he stepped back, unable to meet Harvey's eyes. "Got it Harvey, puppy go home." Rolling his eyes he turned his back to Harvey, walking towards the elevators. Watching the blue elevator button light up, he could hear Harvey walking up from behind him. "Ray's outside, you're not riding that contraption you call a bike, when you can't even stand up straight." Without even realizing it, he found himself leaning against the elevator doors with his eyes closed.

"Do my ears deceive me, or is that Harvey Specter caring." Harvey's laugh echoed off the dark walls, rich and vibrant in his ears.

"Well if that's true, it's good you have and eidetic memory, because it is not happening again." The elevator doors dinged and they both walked in, waiting for their 34 floor drop to street level.

Letting out a small yawn, while ignoring Harvey's offer, Mike started walking towards his bike. Before he could even get started on his lock, he felt a hand grab his arm, pulling him towards Harvey's limo. Too tired to fight, Mike let Harvey throw him into the other side.

Resting his head against the window, he threw a smile towards to Ray and listened to Harvey rant on about dead associates and "stupid contraptions". He was too comfortable with the smooth sound of Harvey's voice, and the alluring pieces of Hans Zimmer through the speakers, that he had yet to realize his eyes closing.

It was the second time that Harvey had asked Mike about the Smith cases, before he turned around to find Mike asleep against the window. He watched as Mike's chest rose and fell with every breath, and how his eyelashes fluttered every so often against his lids.

That tight feeling was back, the one he would feel in his chest when Mike would go on one of his many rambles. The one he tried to ignore when Mike would work on his couch, files spread out, with a high lighter in his mouth.

Closing his eyes, he turned to Ray changing the route from Mikes address to his. When they finally made it to his condo, he slowly began wake Mike. The confused look on his face would have been considered comical, if it weren't for the fact that Harvey was practically carrying him towards the elevator.

Dropping him on to the couch Harvey looked down at his associate. His tie had been undone seemingly hours before, lying helplessly on his chest. His eyes were barley open as he began to fall sideways on the couch tucking his right arm under his head.

With a sigh, Harvey began to take off Mikes shoes, slipping off his jacket soon after. Minutes of some mumbled protest and shuffling, Harvey managed to get both of Mikes legs on the couch and his head on a pillow he'd gotten from his bedroom. Throwing the throw blanket over Mike, he began to shut of the lights. Before he could stop himself, he felt himself bend down to tuck a stray hair of Mikes behind his ear, whispering a gentle goodnight.

Before he went off for some well needed sleep in his own bed, he felt a hand grab at his sleeve. Looking down at the owner of said hand, Harvey found Mike staring bleary eyed back at him. "'Night Arvey, Luv u." He watched as Mike slowly closed his eyes and fell back to sleep.

Tucking Mikes arm back under the blanket, he began to walk towards his room once again, ignoring that hard tightening in his chest, and the blood rushing through his ears.

"You're going to be the death of me kid."

AN: Should I continue?