So I lied, this chapter doesn't go up to M. That's the next one. This one is still bordering on UST. I appreciate all the kind reviews.
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The dreams occurred more frequently than Harvey would like, eventually shifting, thanks to Donna, into visions of him and Mike. Mike's soft face, her soft eyes, her soft lips, her hands drifting everywhere on Harvey's body, that seductive mind of hers challenging him and aggravating him to the point where he could no longer hold back his lust for her. He had to have her, and he did have her; in his dreams.
This caused things to become tense at Pearson Law Firms. Of course they were because Harvey couldn't look at Mike without envisioning her underneath him, laid out against the soft, silky sheets of his bed, with that patented you-know-I'm-awesome-don't-deny-it look on her face, radiating in her hypnotizing blue eyes, wearing little, if not anything at all. He pictured them going at it at the most inappropriate times; over a desk, on the glass table, in the file room, in the woman's bathroom…anywhere. He snapped at the woman, causing her to tread softly around him, when it wasn't even her fault; she didn't know how much she had an effect on her boss, but it was the only way that Harvey could keep his distance, by forcing her to do it for him.
The flowers and chocolates began to accumulate rapidly on Mike's desk, because she was also irritated. Night time was not being good to her, causing her to lose sleep and wake up uncomfortable for an entire week now. She was nowhere near figuring out who the mystery man in her dreams are and the nature of the dreams themselves were worrying her. Instead of the background of the dream being set in an odd dimension of reality, they were starting to be set in familiar places; Harvey's office, the bathroom, the file room, the library, and her personal favorite—not—in the conference room; specifically the conference room that she and Harvey were now sitting in. If that didn't evoke uncomfortable feelings to emerge, then Mike couldn't think of anything that could be worse.
Mike was so nervous; she was bouncing her leg under the table. The two lawyers were so close; she could feel the heat radiating from her boss' body. There was nowhere to hide from these feelings. There was nowhere to hide from him.
Harvey was currently presenting a new settlement offer to their opposing counsel who weren't take the bait, causing that frown line on Harvey's forehead to appear. Mike's fingers twitched with the urge to smooth over that wrinkle on his boss' forehead. Mike quelled the urge by bouncing her leg faster. Unfortunately the table was glass and the others noticed this movement, and so did Harvey. Harvey glanced quickly at his associate who took the glance in stride and stopped her leg. Harvey continued to negotiate, irritated to be on the retreating side. Mike simply pushed the files forward when Harvey gestured to her to do so. She was told to be silent the whole meeting, to smile and look pretty, a sentiment that Harvey often said to her. She started to drift away again and she began to bounce her leg again absently. Her eyes drifted to the glass wall and started to take in the people passing by until a warm hand on her thigh snapped her to attention. Harvey had placed his hand on her thigh to stop her from moving under the table. Her eyes shot to the other lawyer and their client, gauging if they noticed. They hadn't, their eyes still glued to the pages in front of them.
Mike's eyes drifted to the hand lying on the thigh, noting the short hemline, black and imposing against her pale thigh. When standing, the skirt was cut just above her knees however, when she sat down, the skirt rode up and the hemline stopped mid thigh. Harvey's hand was large and daunting against her leg, as if to dare her to start to bounce against it. The thumb of his right hand was pointed towards her left knee, his long fingers wrapping around the firm skin of her thigh, a scant inch to the left would cause his fingers to drift between the press of both her thighs. She could feel the smoothness of his buffed nails against the bare sensitive skin of her left thigh. As he was presenting his point to the two other men, still oblivious of what was happening, she felt his fingers tighten at different points during his speech, when he was pointing something out or stressing something. Mike's eyes were glued onto his hand, watching the detailed movement of his skin as he tightened and relaxed his fingers. As the other lawyer talked, Harvey's fingers tapped lightly against her skin in a bored fashion causing Mike's breath to hitch as the pads of his two longest fingers grazed the skin of her inside thigh. She glanced at Harvey to see if was aware of what he was doing to her. He wasn't or he was just acting as if he wasn't; Mike couldn't tell but what she did know was that she was done with the teasing.
She slapped Harvey's hand off of her thigh and sent him a glare. Harvey looked quickly at her and folded his hands on top of the table. Mike's response was to pull her skirt down further on her legs; even though it had no effect. The rest of the meeting passed by quickly, the other side not even acknowledging the settlement offer, angering Harvey further. When the other men had left he stood and snapped at Mike to find something for him to work with and she better not show her face unless she had something fool-proof, and by fool-proof he meant idiot-proof and by idiot-proof he meant Mike-proof. Mike nodded and quickly strode out of the door. Harvey sighed and walked out after her, seeing her duck into the hallway towards the associate's bullpen. He came upon Donna's desk morosely, inwardly wincing from the glare being given to her by his secretary.
"You are a cold man." She said simply, looking back to her computer and continuing her own work. Harvey strode past her into his office and sat down in his chair. What the hell was that? He thought. Why did he suddenly feel the need to cop a feel of Mike's thigh at the office? He looked down at his right hand, still feeling the soft skin underneath his fingertips. He slammed his hand down in disgust; he was trying to stay away from Mike to resist her charms and he was compromising his plan by touching her intimately. He had seen the look on Mike's face when he placed his hand on her; she was freaked out, her body tensed when he touched her, if that wasn't an indicator that she didn't want it then Mike was the mistress of mixed signals. Harvey sighed and took off his jacket, suddenly too hot. He draped it gently over one of the chairs around the glass table to the right of his desk. It relieved some of the temperature he was feeling but it wasn't enough. He undid his silver cufflinks and dropped them on the desk, rolling up the sleeves, folding the fabric up to his elbow. He sat down at his desk and flitted through files pertaining to the current case he was trying to close; he might as well give the girl a hand.
He was so absorbed in his work; he didn't notice the door open and Mike walk in. She was holding two Starbucks coffee cups, one for her and one for him. She stopped short at the exposure of skin he was showing. To most people it wouldn't be a big deal; they're just a pair of forearms after all, but to Mike they were like the Holy Grail. Harvey was meticulous in not exposing his skin to anyone; he wore long-sleeved Henley's to bed. She knew that he boxed and that he probably wore a t-shirt…a skin-tight t-shirt along with a pair of shorts that clung to his muscular thighs…focus Mike, she told herself. It was just a shock is all, and Mike took in the golden skin, dusted with light hair, greedily. Every part of Harvey was well-thought out and perfectly coordinated from the style of the shirt to the watch on his left wrist. She watched his wrist as it curved and flipped a page effortlessly and she wondered what else he could do with those talented hands…
"Mike?" Harvey called out suddenly causing her to jump and thus shaking the coffee cups in her hands. Murphy was in full swing because it just so happens that the lid of the coffee wasn't on correctly and popped off, coffee spilling all over Mike's blouse. She gasped at the sudden heat on her breasts. Harvey bounded toward her. "Oh shit, are you alright?" He asked her worriedly, his hands in the air, not sure of where to touch her. Mike placed the two cups on the table before plucking at the shirt, holding it off of her body.
"It's fine. That was mine, so it wasn't too hot. I'm alright." She told him, trying to assure him that she was okay. Harvey's head swiveled around the room, looking for something to help get the coffee off her torso. Donna crossed into the room and handed Harvey and Mike napkins before turning and calling out that she was getting Mike a new blouse. Mike started to blot at her shirt while Harvey knelt to the ground and wiped up the coffee that spilt on the floor. Thankfully none of the liquid got on her skirt, Harvey noted as he threw the used napkins into his garbage can. Mike's hand was under her shirt, pulling it from the waist of her skirt, showing Harvey a teasing sliver of skin but not too much. Mike wiped at her breasts under her bra cups, trying to stop herself from feeling so wet, innocently wet this time. She removed her arm from under her shirt and looked up at Harvey. "Sorry about that. The lid wasn't on; I guess I didn't put it on right." She explained awkwardly giggling. Harvey smirked at the woman.
"That's fine…I'm…" He hesitated in his words for a moment. "I shouldn't have snapped at you. I'm just stressed."
"That's okay." Mike reassured him. Harvey nodded and looked at her neck, noting she missed some spots of coffee. Harvey chuckled and lifted the clean napkins in his hand to her neck, wiping gently at the remaining liquid. She stiffened as he cleaned her neck.
He smiled at her and leaned to whisper in her ear. "Silly puppy; I guess you can't clean all of your messes huh…Michael." He practically purred her full name in the ear.
That caused Mike to stiffen even further. That name…that tone…oh holy…shit. She stepped back, wide-eyed, staring at her boss who cocked his head, confused by her reaction. Donna took this moment to return to the room with a dry blouse. Mike looked at the redhead, appreciative of her return, grabbed the shirt and shot out the room to practically run to the bathroom, leaving the remaining occupants of the room to stare after her in wonder.
Mike closed the door to the women's bathroom and leaned against the sink breathlessly. She couldn't believe it; the voice…this whole time…was Harvey. Those were his hands, his lips, his fingers, his body, his…voice…the voice that haunted her dreams, her only link to finding the identity of her mystery dream guest, and now she knew who it was…it was Harvey.
This was the definition of royally screwed.
The sound of a door rattling against the buck scared her out of her thoughts. She spun around to come face to face with…
"Rachel." She greeted surprised, not expecting the other woman.
"I can use the bathroom too you know, I am a woman." She sneered. Mike shook her head.
"I didn't say anything." Mike defended her tone just as sharp. Rachel rolled her eyes. Mike ignored her stare as she started to strip off the wet, coffee stained shirt, tossing it into the sink. She looked up in the mirror and noticed that Rachel was still staring. "What?" Mike asked sharply, bringing the other woman out of her staring.
"I just…I watched you change before…and your body looked like a man's…how did you do that?" Rachel asked curiously.
Mike sighed and shrugged on the dry shirt, uncomfortable all of a sudden. "I was wearing a body suit…Trevor got it for me when I was…well, it doesn't matter…" She explained vaguely.
"So you happened to wear that body suit to work that day?" Rachel asked skeptically.
"Actually night, I slept under the table remember?" She reminded her. Rachel nodded in remembrance. "I…was trying it on…and Harvey called and then I was stuck here…" Mike clarified. Rachel nodded again.
"How'd that happen?" Rachel pointed to the stained shirt in the sink. Mike looked and blushed.
"I spilled my coffee on it." She answered embarrassed. Rachel chuckled.
"Distracted?" She teased.
"You have no idea…" Mike murmured. Rachel cocked her head, not quite hearing her. Mike took the other shirt out of the sink and balled it up. Rachel stepped out of Mike's way to the door.
"Mike." Rachel called out as the other woman pulled the door open. Mike turned slightly to regard Rachel. "Uh… you know…we have some things to talk about…maybe we could go out to dinner sometime?" She asked anxiously. Mike smiled.
"I'd like that…you still have my number?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. Just text me." Mike said walking out toward the bullpen. She quickly stuffed the shirt into a plastic bag at her desk and continued to work, doing her best to avoid Harvey for the rest of the day. It was working, until he came into the bullpen to see her.
"Mike…" He started slowly. She looked up at him.
"Yeah?" She cocked her head as a reply. Harvey cleared his throat.
"I need the Parkinson briefs before you leave today." He told her. She nodded her head in understanding before continuing reading the briefs in front of her. Harvey nodded apprehensively, standing at the front of her cubicle. Mike was working until she felt someone watching her. She tilted her head up questioningly.
"Anything else?" She asked hesitantly. Harvey shook his head to snap himself out of the daze he was just in.
"Yeah, do you have anything on the Pryce settlement yet?"
"Uh…yeah…" She trailed off standing up. She grabbed the files and leaned over the wall to show Harvey what she had found. While she was leaning, Harvey innocently took in the position of her body and not-so-innocently found himself looking down the opening of the new shirt she was wearing since it wasn't closed by a tie or top button. His eyes caught the bright yellow cups of her polka-dot bra. As far as Harvey could see, the cups were outlined with a yellow lace that lied against the curve of her breasts quite nicely. Mike was talking but all Harvey was noticing was the perkiness of his associate's chest.
"Harvey…" Mike called and then looked at his line of sight, following it until she was looking right down her shirt. "Harvey!" She yelled covering the opening with a hand. Harvey looked up at Mike sharply.
"What?" Harvey asked harmlessly. Mike glowered at him.
"What were you doing?" She asked him crossly, daring him to lie to her.
So he didn't. "Admiring the view. Good work Mike." He told her, slipping the folder out of her fingers and walking out. There were a few snickers from the male associates as he walked out and Mike looked down her shirt once more and then back to where Harvey was once standing. She sighed again and sat back in her chair resignedly. Harold suddenly appeared behind her.
"What is it Harold?" She asked him. Harold sighed and squatted next to her.
"You need an aspirin?" He asked her. She looked at him strangely.
"Not right now…why do you constantly ask me that when Harvey comes in here?" Mike asked him peculiarly.
Harold shook his head. "It's just…you seem angry." Harold noted.
"Aspirin doesn't help with angriness." Mike told him.
"Not your aspirin maybe, but mine does." Harold said simply walking back to his desk. Mike shook her head; she would never understand Harold sometimes. She pulled the chair back to rest in front of the metal counter space she calls her desk, reading while mulling over things in her mind.
So…what just happened? She asked herself. She had spilled coffee on herself and Harvey helped her clean it, practically caressing her neck. Then he caught her staring at her chest through opening of her shirt; leaving her to wonder how many other times has he stared at her and she hadn't noticed. Previous to both these incidents Mike remembered the touching at the meeting. She could further recall him flirting with her and even openly touching her in the file room after she fell. These incidents were not mere coincidences and they all pointed to one conclusive point.
Harvey Specter was attracted to her.
This surprised Mike; Harvey had never shown interest in her before save for her brain. She didn't see the appeal; Mike was a skinny, tall, gangly woman. The women that Mike had seen Harvey go after were basically all the same; gorgeous women like Grecian statues, all legs and kicking curves. Mike was all legs but no curves to speak of. Harvey's woman all had beautiful faces. Mike face wasn't much in the way of beauty; her nose was long and the bridge was thick, the end of her nose rounded. There was no slope or curve to it that made it less odd. Her lips were thin and no amount of glossy, plumping lipstick did much to make them seem like Angelina Jolie's. Her cheekbones were flat, undetectable on her face and her jaw was wider than most, thus a helping hand when she was hiding her true gender, her chin coming to a rounded curve, not a point, at the end of her face. She had big ears and that was the only thing she had to say on that subject.
The only thing that Mike liked about her face was her eyes and even then her relationship with them was love-hate. She loved their color, a pale blue that sparkled with excitement every morning when she woke up to get ready for work. Their shape however, was another situation entirely. They were narrow and long, instead of wide and round. It was a hassle to put makeup on in the morning sometimes because she could barely stand to touch her eyelids. The smoky look didn't really work on her and she tried not to let it get her down but then she saw the Harvey girls—that was totally what they called themselves—with their seductive smoky eyes seducing from across a room, she knew she couldn't compare.
So why all of a sudden was Mike being placed in the same category as them? Why was Harvey giving her the bedroom eyes and trailing those eyes along her body, undressing her? Not that she was complaining because hell, she would be lying if she said that Harvey wasn't attractive; the man probably dropped from Mount Olympus as opposed to being born like normal people. And she can begrudgingly admit that she had the occasional fantasy, when she was awake, about Harvey and his stupid smirk and his oddly expressive hands making her wonder how expressive he could be on her body. She had always thought it was one sided, that he didn't and wouldn't reciprocate; she was wrong.
She shook her head again. It would never work, could never work for them. Harvey was, first and foremost, her boss and while it wasn't frowned upon in the firm, it wasn't good either for a senior partner to be in a physical relationship with his personal associate. The second point was the nature of the relationship they would be in. Harvey wasn't emotionally attached to people; that point was made very clear at the in-house trial while Harvey was being accused of fraud. Caring made you weak and while Mike knew that Harvey did care for her, he couldn't care for her. He doesn't do romantic relationships; he knew the motions certainly, how to wine and dine with the best of them, how to get the panties to drop, but in the morning, when it was all said and done, he was still single. Mike couldn't even fathom Harvey talking to someone about his feelings willingly, exemplified by the fact that Harvey had to get high before he told Mike about his family life. Trust was an important issue within relationships, Mike had told that to Harvey before. She didn't want a one-night stand, didn't want to engage in a purely physical relationship because that wasn't her style; she always needed to be connected emotionally to someone—her parents, Grammy, Trevor, Jenny, Tess…it was just in her, she was emotional, in tune with her feelings and wanted to be assuring and reassuring. Relationships were about give and take after all and she never wanted to be the one giving and giving; that would be the relationship with Harvey, oh sure, Harvey would probably give her anything—the man liked to spend money as if he were drinking water after all—but he if couldn't give her a moment of time, just to talk, it wasn't enough for her. She wasn't in need of a sugar daddy.
No, she couldn't let herself lose her grip and give into desire. She couldn't fall into bed with him and pretend it didn't upset her the next day, that it didn't matter, that her heart didn't hurt every time she would see him afterward with another woman, and another…and another.
She let her head fall down onto her arms wearily.
Grammy told me there'd be days like this…she thought.
Next chapter is our first sexual encounter with these two. I am warning you I am not a proficient Lemon writer so it may be a little scratchy and more tell not show. That chapter might be up on Saturday, definitely Sunday. Leave a review if you please.
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