AN: My twentieth fanfic! Just something I came up with after rewatching Suits for probably the third time now (that can't be good for the brain). Anyway, hope you enjoy, reviews are greatly appreciated, and get ready for some fluff.

Donna knew from the moment she came to work it would be different and, for good reason. Harvey was going on vacation. Along with everyone's favorite puppy of course, even though Harvey didn't like anyone else using that name. As far as Donna could remember, Harvey hadn't taken a vacation for a long time. She was going to miss him, yes, but it would be nice to have a little break.

As she walked to her desk, Rachel stopped her and asked, "Where's Mike?"

"Don't you remember? Harvey and him are going on a vacation."

"That's today? Oh, I totally forgot about it, crap," muttered Rachel as she shook her head. "Well, I hope they have fun down in Belize or Brazil. I forget which one Mike said."

"Wait a second," replied Donna as she threw up a hand to stop Rachel from leaving. "Harvey told me they were going to Moscow, in Russia."

They both looked at each other for a few moments before it finally clicked. Then, in complete unison Rachel and Donna said, "They still haven't decided yet."

"I told you, I don't want you paying for my half of the vacation," said Mike as Harvey pulled him onto his lap. "And no amount of cuddling will make me say otherwise."

"You think I'm doing this to try and convince you? I'm simply doing this because you're comfy." Upon seeing Mike's raised eyebrow he added, "Okay maybe I am trying to convince you but that doesn't mean you're not comfy."

"Thanks for the compliment," Mike muttered with a roll of his eyebrows.

"Your welcome," replied Harvey with a smirk. "Besides, this was all my idea so I should pay for it. That, and you wouldn't be able to go anywhere out of the states and that's just boring."

"Well I'm sorry everyone isn't born with loads of money unlike someone I know."

"Hmm, I wonder who that could be," Harvey said as he cocked his head to the side.

"I'll give you a hint . . . he's very attractive," replied Mike while he stressed each word.

"Louis."

"No you idiot," Mike cried with laughter, "and please, the moment I find Louis attractive just shoot me then."

"I'd never shoot my puppy; it would be Old Yeller all over again."

"All over again? Since when have you had a dog called Old Yeller?"

"Never but I did see the movie," Harvey replied. Mike rolled his eyes but snuggled in closer as he pulled his laptop up onto his knees.

"Even though I'm not necessarily saying that I'll let you pay for all this, I'm still curious. What would you prefer, cold or hot?"

"That's a tough one because I would absolutely love to see you in a swimsuit but you look cutest when you're all snuggled up."

"Snuggled up? That makes me sound like the girl."

"You are the girl. You even admitted that you'd look good in drag."

"I was trying to prove a point at the time."

"And you did, you're the girl," replied Harvey firmly. He then reached around and maximized one of the internet windows. "Okay, what about here?"

Mike looked at the laptop to see a website for Greece. "Greece? Really?"

"What, is there something wrong with Greece?"

"No," Mike replied slowly. "I just never really thought of it. Let's see, there's the Parthenon of course and the Delphi theatre that we could see. Then there's Meteora, Mykonos, Samaria Gorge—"

"Mike," interrupted Harvey, "keep talking and there will be no point in going."

"Sorry."

"So what do you think then?"

"Harvey I wouldn't possibly . . . be . . . able . . . could you please stop that."

"Why?" Harvey asked innocently as he kissed Mike's neck. "Is this distracting you?"

"What . . . do you think?" Mike finally got out. He tried to get up but Harvey simply pulled him right back down.

"Come on, Greece will be fun," Harvey then said as he finally stopped kissing Mike.

"But isn't Greece really more of a place you might go for a honeymoon or something?"

"Thinking of getting married anytime soon?" asked Harvey as he watched Mike's face turn bright red.

"No! I mean—well that is—I just—"

Harvey laughed as Mike continued to stutter and finally said, "It's okay, I was just kidding."

"Oh, kidding, right," muttered Mike, looking even more embarrassed that he had taken Harvey seriously. "Sorry about that."

"Nothing to be sorry about," Harvey murmured into Mike's neck. "However, the offer still stands. Want to go to Greece?"

Mike stayed silent for a few minutes as he thought it through and then finally said, "Harvey I will pay you—"

"You are not paying me back and it's good you've decided on Greece," Harvey replied. "I already bought the airplane tickets and made our hotel reservations."

"Then why did you—?"

"I figured you wouldn't agree to it if I simply proposed the idea so I decided to suggest it later on after some convincing on my part."

"So in other words you tricked me."

"I wouldn't even dare think of doing such a thing," Harvey replied with a smirk.

Mike shook his head, deciding to drop the argument since he'd probably never win it either way. Finally he asked, "When do we fly out?"

"Tomorrow morning," replied Harvey, "plenty of time to pack."

"Okay, that sounds like a good idea," Mike said as he got up.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"To tell my grandma where I'm going. She'll want pictures and probably a souvenir."

"Why didn't you just lie to her like you did with Rachel?"

"Really Harvey?"

"What? I'm just saying—" but he didn't get a chance to finish as Mike left, chuckling to himself.

Harvey also laughed to himself, slightly wishing that he had followed Mike as he wondered what his grandmother would say to the fact that they were going to Greece together. Then, he thought back to when Mike was so flustered about the idea of getting married. Harvey hoped that his idea of proposing to Mike on this trip was still a good idea.