Okay kiddies, here be some slight adult content in the from of five lines and many innuedos. Its not rated M yet, not until chapter 6, but it is implied heavily for the next two chapters. UST for all!

Disclaimer: I do not own Suits.


Blunt nails dragging down silky smooth skin, circling around the small indent of the navel, leaving raised red lines in their wake.

A curved arch of the spine the response.

A husky chuckle and the fingers moved lower until they reached the lacy waistband of a pair of black panties.

Sharp intake of breath and an impatient moan.

Teeth nipping along an ear shell, nose nuzzling against a swan-like neck, those torturous hands going lower and lower until…

Michelle

"Ah!" Mike shot up in her bed panting. What the hell was that?—was the first thing that ran through her mind. Then she felt an uncomfortable wetness on her thighs and groaned. "Really?" She said aloud clambering out of her bed carefully and heading to the bathroom. It was times like these she wished the bathroom wasn't on the other side of the apartment. She gingerly closed the door and quickly took care of business, throwing her soiled clothes in her hamper before pulling on the dry ones she had taken off of the laundry basket as she came into the bathroom. She wiggled a bit to straighten them on her body and opened the bathroom door launching herself into the large open room. She crossed into the kitchen area and pulled a glass from her cabinet. She took a jug out of the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of water. She leaned against the counter sipping her water slowly, trying to dissect her dream.

The one thing she hated about her mind was that fact that her dreams were always obscure. It was like her brain was mocking her, saying 'no, you remember everything in perfect clarity consciously so we're going to mess with you by making your subconscious ambiguous'. Her dreams were based more in passing oddities than actual content. For example, most people had dreams that featured themselves in an alternate reality; hers featured a vague flying through the air feeling, sounds, gestures, shadows, nothing concrete, nothing she could relate to. It always caused her to wake up uneasy because she didn't know what the hell she was thinking. Mike shrugged; it was better to have weird dreams than not be able to sleep at all, which was something she hadn't experienced in a while, thank God. She clicked her tongue and placed her glass in the sink, leaving it for tomorrow. She walked back to the bed and lied down, willing herself back to sleep.

The next morning left Mike feeling uneasy, the dream still on her mind. She hadn't woken up in that state often, certainly not in months what with all the work she had been doing as well as the unexpected departure of her grandmother. Mike leaned her head on her desk, silently praying that nothing could get any worse.

"Alright lead-weights!" A voice boomed through the pen causing Mike to lightly bang her head onto the metal counter. Of course. She lifted her head and looked up at Louis standing in the middle of walkway. "It's time to get on the ship." Here we go, thought Mike, the unclear analogies beginning, that was never good. "You're all needed to row the boat ashore. It's time to do your duty to your country; the firm has been assigned a massive case and all you associates are being asked to do research, research and more research." Louis said stiffly, looking at each one of the people behind their cubicle. "Now, for those of you thinking that you are not needed for this task-" Insert scathing look at Mike, "Well, you are, so there's no avoiding this task." He said plainly. "Everyone to the ship." He ordered walking out. Mike shot up out of her chair and followed Louis quickly.

"Louis, Harvey and I have this-" Mike tried to explain before being cut off by Louis' sharp elegant turn causing Mike to have to take a step back; what did the man take ballet as a child or something?

"No, Mike, there is no Harvey right now. You're needed for other things and Harvey should understand that but…well; you know how he gets about his possessions." Louis sneered.

"I am no one's possession and my work with Harvey is priority." Mike said beginning to take a step forward toward the shorter man.

"Not when the order comes from Jessica herself." Louis told her. Mike stepped back from her threatening pose, slumping her shoulders. Louis smirked. "Oh, yes, you can't deny a command from Jessica. So run along, get your post-its and flowery-smelling markers and get on board, cabin girl." Louis mocked walking towards the library. Mike sighed and let her head drop to the floor before turning back to the bullpen angrily. She came into the room, wondering how much worse this could get before seeing exactly how worse it just got.

Harvey was sitting in her chair, smirking up at her.

"Enjoying the view?" Mike asked sullenly, going through the opening to get behind her desk. Harvey turned the chair and stared openly at his associate. Today's wardrobe choice was a vast improvement over yesterday's that was for sure. The woman was wearing a light blue collared shirt, with one of her navy pinstriped skinny ties around her neck. The shirt was tucked into a navy skirt that clung to her hips and stopped just above her knees. Harvey's smirk turned into a playful smile that caused the skin by his eyes to crinkle.

"I'm distracted by the monstrosity around your neck, I try to get a good view but my eye just drifts to that eyesore." Harvey teased causing Mike to roll her eyes.

"Scoot," Mike waved her hand through the air in a dismissive motion. Harvey cocked his head at the effrontery of his associate.

"Excuse me?" Harvey asked dubiously. Mike looked down at him.

"I need to get my stuff and go to the library."

"No you don't. Remember, my associate, you make life easier for me." Harvey expressed, punching the words. Mike sighed.

"This is for Jessica."

"Every case is for Jessica. Let the other Harvard douches get a chance to shine because, if you go in there, you're going to find the problem in a second."

"There is no problem; we're finding precedent." Mike told him. Harvey scoffed.

"Even easier. A child could find precedent. You're needed for more important and challenging things." Harvey tried to convince her but found that the associate's gaze was unwavering. "Mike…I know you're reluctant to say 'no' when your back is constantly against the wall due to your predicament, but…I need you more than Louis and his group of clones. You're of more use to me." Harvey said sweetly.

"You know, you wouldn't be speaking to me like this if I were still your male associate." Mike pointed out plucking her highlighter from the canister on her desk. She turned and walked toward the opposite end of the bullpen, toward the library, where Louis was.

"You'd rather I order you to do it?" Harvey called out as she walked away. Mike turned around and looked at Harvey; the man was standing in her cubicle stiffly, the pose showing her that he was hurt. Harvey may be able to read people, but Mike knew how to read Harvey and the look he was sending her right now cut her to the core. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she thought for a moment.

"Harvey…just leave the files, I'll come back for them." She told him resignedly. Harvey smirked and dropped the papers on the desk before turning and walking out. Mike sighed again and continued toward the library.

Mike was going to lose her mind, what was left of it anyway. She was juggling whatever Louis wanted her to do with what Harvey wanted from her. Harvey's files were balanced delicately on her lap while Louis' files were spread out in front of her. She highlighted and notated things until her fingers were going to start callusing. Her neck hurt from the angle she bent her head in order to read Harvey's files. The sheer amount of information she was recalling was causing a headache to form in her temples; a real bad sign. She looked up to see if Louis was pacing her way and when she satisfied that he wouldn't pounce or breathe behind her, she scooted the chair out slightly and looked down at the notes in her lap. She was halfway down the page when she thought she felt eyes on her. She looked up and around until her eyes settled on Rachel, perched in her seat at the opposite table from Mike's. Mike looked at her for a moment, wondering why the other woman was looking at her so intently. Mike slowly looked back down at her files and her eyes settled on a line that jumped out at her immediately. She looked up again, seeing that Louis left the hall, giving her an invitation to jump out of her seat and start to jog down the hall toward Harvey's office. She passed Donna quickly, flashing the papers silently as her key, and threw open the door to the office, startling her boss from his typing.

"It's a lobster trap!" She exclaimed gleefully. Harvey looked at her taking in the state that she was presenting. She was panting slightly, hunched over her knees the papers lying against the curve of her knee as she took in a breath.

"Elaborate." Harvey ordered pulling his hands away from the laptop and setting them on his lap. Mike took a breath and lifted the papers.

"Jerome wants to set a lobster trap to prevent Perkins from transferring his stock to Alanson because Jerome knows that if Alanson doesn't get Perkins, he can't take the company." Mike explained enthusiastically. Harvey nodded in understanding.

"So your suggestion?" Harvey asked her. Mike smirked.

"Call a golden handshake with Perkins."

"You want to take that risk?"

"You'd do it. If the stock becomes public, Alanson can buy it quicker and gather enough stock to take over the company, then rehire Perkins."

"That's sneaky…I like it Mike. Leave that, do this." He instructed pointing to a file on the side of his desk causing Mike to blanch.

"But Harvey…"

"No, I'm busy now, go." Harvey ordered pointing at the door. Mike looked at her watch and bolted down the hall, her heels clacking against the linoleum. She flew down the hall until she reached the library and threw herself in her seat before Louis turned the corner. She tried to hold back her panting as she read the documents in front of her. Louis sauntered beside her and looked down at her work.

"Find anything yet, Ross?" He asked callously. Mike looked up at him.

"Not yet Louis." She told him breathless. Louis looked over her for a moment before turning away to bother another associate. Mike sighed and slowed her breathing before starting the same process over again; Louis' files while he was hovering, Harvey's when he finally left.

She kept at it all day, spending most of her time running, literally, between both spaces when she had a chance. She'd tell Harvey what she found and he'd send her back to work on another case. She'd run back to the library and tell Louis what she found in his files. It was becoming tiring and she was losing patience with the both of them. She contemplated how to express her displeasure as she ducked into Harvey's office quickly shutting the door behind her. Harvey looked up as she panted over by the door.

"What do you have?" He asked her ignoring her murderous glare.

"Nothing." She spat winded. Harvey cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Then why are you standing here, go find me something." Harvey ordered pointing at the door. Mike just stomped in and threw the file on his desk.

"You find something!" She screeched. Harvey looked at the file then back at her incredulously.

"Excuse me; did you think I hired you for your pretty face? That's what I hired Donna for; you were hired to help me not do too much work." Harvey explained plainly. Mike's breathing came in long pants as she glared at him, her face reddening. Harvey had a quick thought of how she would look laid out under him and—what the hell? He shook his head and forced himself to remove that train off the tracks.

She said pointing a finger at Harvey. "I can't keep running to and from here, so either you let me be or you tell Louis to let me go." She stated her ultimatum. Harvey looked at the finger in his face and back to its owner, her face dead serious. He stood and walked to the door while simultaneously buttoning his jacket. Mike followed behind trying to keep up with his long strides; she hadn't gotten used to walking fast in heels. He came into the library and strode up to Louis.

"I'm taking Mike." He stated explicitly. Mike's eyes darted between the two men. Louis puffed up in anger.

"She's needed in here for this case, you can't just…

"Too bad, I need her and she's my associate." Harvey said turning away. "Come on Mike." He called back to her. She looked at Louis and saw that he wasn't even trying to fight it. She grabbed her highlighter and post-its and followed Harvey back to his office. She closed the door behind her and turned to the man.

"See, all you had to do. I'll always fight for you." Harvey said sitting in his chair and pulling his laptop closer to him. Mike stood stunned for a moment, mulling over the words in her head before sitting down in the chair, her chair, and taking the files she preciously thrown on his desk in her lap, reading them silently.

Harvey glanced up every now and then at the woman hunched over in the chair. Harvey recalled a time, sometime last year, when he told Mike to work at the table. The other had shrugged and said that the window let in more natural light and that helped the associate to work better. That's not all the natural light did, Harvey mused. The light struck the styled golden hair at odd angles, causing the hair to glow oddly, the strands almost shimmering like glitter. He could see the large blue irises of her eyes when they caught words on the right side of the paper, her pupils undetectable from the angle that Harvey was viewing them from. Those eyes were an important piece to the puzzle that is Mike Ross; the way they could cut you down and build you up depending on the personality trait you were talking to at the time. Innocent, someone told him once, that Mike's eyes were innocent and that was a big reason she could connect with others. Harvey scoffed then but now could see their point. Mike's eyes were inviting to look at; they held a warmth that was relatable and comforting. The glittering blue when she laughed was a joy to behold but the shocking and cold icy blue when she was angry or disappointed cut through you. Harvey's eyes moved down her face, past her upturned button nose and to her lips almost chuckling when he saw her painted bottom lip tightly wedged between her teeth as she read. The red of her lips contrasted with the white of her teeth and oh, how much did Harvey want to take her lip and nibble on it and—

Hold the phone. Harvey took a staggering breath in and berated himself mentally for letting his thoughts run away again. This had to stop, he told himself; he couldn't be attracted to his associate, they could never happen. It was conflict of interest and if there was anything Harvey found more irritating than sleeping with a married woman it was sleeping with a co-worker. It wasn't frowned upon at Pearson Law Firm; he should know, since he revised the handbook as a punishment for Jessica when he was an associate, but it was a hassle nonetheless.

"Harvey, you alright?" Mike was asking quietly. Harvey's eyes snapped over to the woman quickly making her flinch, a sign to Harvey that she was hoping she didn't upset him. He sighed.

"I'm fine Mike; just a little confused is all." He told her; it wasn't a lie. Mike nodded and continued to read. Harvey bit back a sigh again as he look at the blank screen in front of him.

The two continued in that apprehensive silence through the day, ordering dinner sometime when people ate dinner and plowed through the tedious work until sometime after nine. Mike stretched in the chair and Harvey tried not to look at her lean body, curving sensuously in the air. She let out a high-pitched grunt and sprawled in the soft, worn leather.

"Do you think it's time to call it a night? I think it's time to call it a night." She looked over at him, turning the chair to face him. He turned his to face her, noting that she crossed her long legs, her right leg dangling off of her left knee. If he tried, maybe he could see what she was wearing under her skirt.

…Now he wasn't even trying anymore.

"That's a good idea. I can't look at anymore words or else I think I'm going to vomit.

"Or maybe it was the Greek pizza?" She offered mischievously. Harvey threw his pen at her playfully.

"There was nothing wrong with it. That's just your personal vendetta against Feta cheese clouding your mind." Harvey shot back.

Mike rolled her eyes before swirling the chair back around. "It's a smelly cheese." She defended standing up and stretching again. Harvey watched the shirt rise up along her waist and saw a missed piece of the hem travel up her nimble back. Harvey almost groaned and shifted his gaze back to the papers on the desk. Mike allowed her body to fall back and she moved to the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She told him going out the door. Harvey watched as she walked down the hall, taking in the sway of her hips with each step noting how the fabric of her skirt clung against her firm bottom. This time he allowed himself to groan aloud before slamming his forehead onto his arms because Donna wasn't there to mock him.

His life wasn't the only thing getting hard around here.


I shouldn't enjoy this so much...but I do. Reviews are welcome and suggestive comments as well.

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