This is my first story for Suits so please be gentle with me.

All characters of the acclaimed TV show belong to Aaron Korsh and it's producers, writers etc. I don't own anything besides Sophie and other characters that are not part of the show.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think about it.

Prologue

Pushing her glasses higher on her nose, Sophie Dearing straightened out her black pencil skirt and grabbed the files Donna Paulsen had asked for before she left for the night. Brushing the few strands of her strawberry blonde hair out of her face, the associate made her way over to the other side of the firm.

She had been working for Pearson Hardman for over a year now and it seemed to her that the piles of files on her desk weren't getting smaller. While the other associates and partners already left, Sophie was one of the last ones to stay and work on the cases, editing the papers or just filing the finished ones.

Trying to remember the last time she was done at a reasonable time to go home was like wanting badly to remember things that happened in your childhood, nearly impossible. But yet the strawberry blonde wouldn't complain. She had a great paycheck and could keep a roof over her head, so who was she to fuss about it.

Just as she turned the corner to reach Donna's desk, she walked straight into a broad chest, causing her to let go of the papers in her hand. Bending down with a sigh, Sophie tried to straighten the mess she made of the files when she saw another hand reach for one of the fallen folders. A very masculine hand.

"Miss Dearing? I didn't know you were still in tonight." The voice of Harvey Specter, lawyer extraordinaire sounded so far away when she took her glasses and perched them on the bridge of her nose again.

Opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water, the strawberry blonde didn't know what to reply, which was one of the reasons she was only doing the paperwork and didn't become a lawyer like the senior partner crouching in front of her to help retrieve the papers. "I, I, it's...I'm usually staying late to get the papers done that are needed the next day."

"So either your not working fast enough or your taking work from too many people around you." he remarked, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips when the associate looked at him, the fury shining in her hazel eyes, making the green more prominent than the brown.

Pushing herself off the ground, she put her hands on her hips and regarded him with a hurt look. Sophie had gotten used to hearing Harvey Specter give out these kind of comments like others give out candy to kids, but still hearing it, directed at herself didn't make it any less painful. "Be glad I do that shit or otherwise Donna would be loaded with much more than she already got from you, Mr. Specter."

"Of course." Harvey spoke, knowing he should be grateful, as his secretary wasn't buried in a shitload of work. "I'm sorry, you're right, it was uncalled for. How about I help you get these in order again and then we'll get something to drink?"

The associate couldn't believe her ears when she heard the words coming from the attorney in front of her. "I don't think it's such a good idea."

"And why not, Ms. Dearing?"

Swallowing the lump that was stuck in her throat. "I'm, we shouldn't. It wouldn't be good considering we're working together. And besides I'm not your type."

"So? I've gone for drinks with both Donna and Jessica and a few other associates. There was never talk about anything else." Harvey argued, handing over some of the papers, while Sophie was organizing them. "And besides whoever said I had a type?"

Snorting, the young associate grabbed them with a muttered thanks, before she turned to the counselor again. "It's not hard to see what women you take out on a date. Model, actress, society women or anything with breasts, legs and an ass."

"Well, you really do know my type it seems." He affirmed, pushing his hands deep into his pants pockets. Disgusted, Sophie moved around the dark blonde and put the folders on Donna's desk, instantly reminded why she usually avoided him.

"No problem, always happy to be of service Mr. Specter." she declared, a mocking smile on her lips as she turned back to the lawyer. "Now if you excuse me, I'd like to get home."

Reaching out, Harvey lightly grabbed her arm, preventing the strawberry blonde from escaping him. "Why do you insist on making it so difficult? I just want one drink with you after work, nothing else."

Perplexed, Sophie regarded him for a moment. Never had the great Harvey Specter shown her any interest, after all she was no one special, didn't have the body of a supermodel and she wore glasses, which was a no go for most of the guys she had met on her first date with them. "Mr. Specter, are you drunk? Or maybe high?"

"No, none of that." he declared, with a slight laugh. "I'm neither drunk nor high. I only want to have a good time with you and get to know you better. Am I not allowed to do that?"

Inside she debated what to do. Should she go with him and risk rumors going around the firm? Or should she stick with her routine, avoiding all potential dating material? "All right. Just one drink. Not one more." she demanded as he opened his mouth to respond.

"Great. Let's head out then." He offered her his arm in a gentlemanly gesture, indicting that the young woman should put her arm on his.

"I'm not getting in there. That's a death trap."

Sophie Dearing had agreed to go out for a drink with Harvey, but never to ride in the car they were stood in front of. It was a Jaguar E-Type Roadster. Of course she knew the car with her father's obsession with classic ones, but there was no way she'd drive in one.

"And why not?" Harvey wanted to know, seeing the wide eyes hazel eyes of the strawberry blonde standing next to him. She had her blazer clutched tightly in her hands, her posture screaming resistance. "I can assure you, I'm a very good driver and this ride is totally save."

Huffing, she raised her eyebrows and gave the senior partner a disbelieving look. "Whatever you say, but I won't get in that."

Rolling his brown eyes with a shake of his head, the lawyer took her arm and opened the door for her, indicating that she would get in no matter her arguments. Letting out a loud sigh, Sophie sat on the co-driver seat, albeit unwillingly.

"If you get me killed in this thing, I'm going to sue you and haunt you for the rest of your life, you hear me."

Harvey knew it was no joke, but he couldn't help the smirk that played on his lips, when he encountered how feisty Ms. Dearing was in reality. "Are you always like this, or is it just me?"

Rolling her eyes, the strawberry blonde crossed her hands in front of her chest. "Don't get cocky, Mr. Specter, I'm not one of your pretty socialites to fall all over you."

"And if I tell you that you will do exactly that by the end of the night?" The corners of his mouth moved up a fraction as he heard the snort escape the young woman beside him. She pushed her glasses up on her nose again and he secretly wondered what she would look like without them. When he had seen her in that tight skirt and the slightly sheer blouse, the lawyer swallowed hard, feelings stirring in his gut.

"This feels good."

Harvey's hands trailed over Sophie's clothed waist, heating up the skin underneath her skirt. They had just gotten back from having a few drinks at the bar. And now the associate could feel the effects of the alcohol, as she was never one to drink more than a few sips of wine.

The two of them stumbled through her apartment, making their way to her bedroom. If she still would have been able to use rational thoughts, the strawberry blonde would have known it was wrong what she was doing, but what should she care if not for the feelings cursing through her veins.

Moaning softly, she grabbed Harvey's shoulders as he let his lips roam over the skin he exposed on her throat, while his hands started to push her black skirt up over her hips. "I hope it does, after all I'm trying to make you feel more than just good tonight."

Smiling, the lawyer moved and looked into her hazel eyes. Her pupils were blown and he could see the brown ring around them. Sophie had been right when she said he had a type and usually he wouldn't have gone for her, but something changed tonight. Seeing her there crouched in the hallway of Pearson Hardman in that tight skirt, that accentuated her curves and then when she let loose at the bar, Harvey knew he had to have her. And there was nothing that stated he couldn't have some fun with her outside the firm.

Putting his hands under her thighs, the dark blonde hoisted her up and carried her the rest of the way to her bed. Letting her fall down on the mattress, he could hear her drunken giggle.

"You're drunk." he stated the obvious as his associate pulled the nearly sheer blouse over her head, revealing the black lace bra she wore underneath.

"Yep, I don't do well with alcohol, that is why I usually don't drink at the firm parties." Struggling to get her skirt off of her body, she stuck her lower lip out in a pout. "Can you help me, Harv?"

Closing his eyes, a smirk played on his lips as he bend down to her level and sealed his lips with his own. Reaching to her side he pulled the zipper down and lifted her butt so he could take her skirt down. Now only dressed in her lace undies, Harvey took the time to appreciate what was in front of him.

"I am very happy to oblige Ms. Dearing." he told her, laying kisses on the exposed skin that had revealed itself. "It will be a long night."

And what a night it was. Harvey opened his eyes and watched the young woman sleep beside him, her strawberry blonde hair fanning out around her head like a halo, while her soft, but swollen lips were slightly parted.

He was never one to stay with the women he slept with, so he slowly got out of the bed, trying not to disturb her and picked up the suit he had worn the day before, now wrinkled from having lain on the ground all night. Looking at his Rolex as he dressed hastily, the attorney reckoned that he would still get a few hours of sleep before he had to get in to work.

Turning around to give Sophie one last look, Harvey Specter quietly left her apartment with his Tom Ford shoes in hand. No use in doing something to make this situation more awkward than it would be the next time he saw her at the firm.

When she had opened her eyes the next morning it was already half past six and she had to be at the firm at eight. Turning over, the young woman had hoped to see the body of the man that had shown her more than he probably let other people see in their entire life. At the bar he took her to, Sophie had drank a few glasses of wine, rosé wine to be precise while Harvey had stuck with his whiskey, occasionally tasting her drink. They had talked about her family and their hobbies, finding it hard to believe that she was into sports.

And then they went home to her apartment and her drunkenness had led to more than a few kisses.

The gnawing feeling of dread settled in her stomach when she felt the cold sheets under her fingers, knowing that He must have left during the night or early morning. Sighing the strawberry blonde got out of her bed, deciding it would be best to take a shower and get on with her days.