Our grand finale. The last chapter and its...porn...enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Suits.

Mike and Harvey stumbled into Mike's apartment, sans Aiden for once. Donna had agreed to take him off their hands for the sole fact that they should spend their wedding night alone. They were tired from all the festivities; after the ceremony Jessica had offered to take the firm out to dinner to celebrate where Mike took advantage of another plus to not breastfeeding, drinking alcohol. She was spinning around slightly looking at the glittering lights in her apartment that would soon be just another memory because now that they were married, she and Aiden were moving into Harvey's condo.

Harvey locked the door behind him and came in seeing his wife…his wife spinning around in the middle of the living room. She stopped upon seeing Harvey coming into the room from the hall. She smiled giddily at him and beckoned him over with a come-hither-look. He growled playfully and crossed to her, enveloping her into a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he nipped at her lips turning them a deep swollen red. She leaned back from him and saw the smoldering fire beneath his endless chocolate colored irises. He was fired up because of her. She hesitated and looked off to the side, her eyes connecting with one of Aiden's toys. He followed her gaze and sighed.

"Mike," he drawled warningly. She shook her head.

"I'm sorry…I just…this is a hard thing to do…" She whimpered as she thought of her baby, which was not with her at the moment. Harvey sighed and turned away trying not to look at Aiden's toys, lest he start freaking out about the baby too. He decided to go a different tactic. He smirked and swiveled back to her, loosening his tie while unbuttoning his top button.

"You need to have some fun, put your feet up, relax. Maybe go see a show?" He said with a gravely deep voice, not like his own. Mike cocked an eyebrow, confused for a moment before something clicked in her brain and she was seeing what he was doing and, smirking herself, stepping forward to let her hands trail down his arms seductively.

"What about you big man? What's on your agenda tonight?" She asked him closing her eyes slightly, leaving only the tiniest bit of glassy blue showing.

Harvey shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. Things stay quiet; I'd be up for anything." He told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She hummed contentedly as his hands ran up and down the curve of her body slowly, tickling her through the fabric.

"Anything?" She asked looking up at him.

He nodded. "Sure anything. Dinner, movie. Anything." He drawled out the last one suggestively tightening his hold on her hips. She jerked up at the pressure of his tightened fingers and smiled.

"So long as things stay quiet?" She repeated with a long blink.

"Yeah. So long as things stay quiet." He whispered, indicating the volume of the scene.

Mike scoffed. "Sure. Like every six-month-old within a hundred-foot radius stays asleep tonight?" She said with a sigh. Harvey leaned into the hollow of her neck and licked up to her ear, gently tracing along the shell.

"Or maybe if I break the rules." He blew into her ear causing her to shiver from the deadly combination of warmth from his breath and the raspy sounds of his words. Mike pulled him toward her and guided them to the bedroom. She pulled away and bit down his jaw.

"I feel like breaking all kinds of rules." She told him pushing him away and going to the bed, pulling the jacket off her body and throwing it to the floor. "Turn down the lights." She ordered him as she tried to unzip the back of her dress. She felt two hands effortlessly gliding the zipper down the fabric and she moaned as they caressed the exposed skin.

"They're already down." Harvey told her as he pressed his fingers to her back.

"Oh fast hands." She moaned lightly. She heard Harvey chuckled and pull her closer to him.

"And quiet." He reminded her, "And sneaky." He added his hands trailing along her thighs and up the slit on the side. She shifted under his touch and turned around giving him a kiss.

"We'll keep things quiet all right." She whispered against his mouth, her eyes closed. "Very, very quiet." She slipped her tongue against his lips, pressing against the fold the tight skin made. She pulled back and started to kiss down his neck. "Keep the mask on. Something tells me it might be better that way." She muttered against his skin. He stiffened and pulled her back breaking their epic quote session.

Harvey stared at her for a moment. "I'm not wearing a mask." He reminded her.

Mike stopped for a moment, opening her eyes. "Oh…I was just saying the next line…you know when The Spirit is ravishing his captured lover. Sorry, lost myself there for a moment." She smirked indicating she was not really sorry about it. Harvey growled and pushed her to the bed. She flopped down with a surprised yelp as Harvey took off his jacket, vest and shirt in a flurry of hurried motions. Mike leaned on her elbows watching him. He threw the final piece of clothing off to the side and crawled on top of his wife, settling in between her legs. He bent his neck down and nibbled along the exposed curve of her clavicle. Her breath hitched and her head fell back, she was desperate to feel more.

"The Spirit has nothing on me." He told her lowly, the vibrations rattling against her skin. He nipped along the collarbone while pulling the hem of her dress up over her body moving back to take the fabric over her head. He leaned back and his eyes ghosted over her body, taking in the skin that he hadn't been acquainted with for almost a year now. The differences were minute but there. Her skin wasn't as tight around her waist and thighs as it once was, since she wasn't biking as much now and there were faint stretch marks lining her lower abdomen, disappearing under the waist band of her panties. Mike blushed and tried to cover herself, to stop him from looking at her but he grasped her wrists, ceasing their movement causing her to look up in shock.

"Don't." He said firmly. "You're beautiful Mike, don't hide yourself from me." He told her leaning down and kissing up her slight waist his hands ghosting up her sides and cupping her breasts which had unfortunately gone down to their original cup size. He pinched the nipples roughly, taking into account the layer of fabric in-between. Mike gasped at his touch and arced her back, hissing as he roughly bit up to her neck. He was like a vampire, sucking at her neck until the blood pooled under his lips and tongue. She was so caught up in his oral ministrations she didn't notice the hand snaking around to her back and unhooking her bra while the other pulled down the waistband of her panties until they were out of the way. He pulled off each item of clothing until Mike lay naked beneath him. He shuffled down her body, pressing a kiss here and a nibble there as he made his way past her waist and down to the dip between her thighs, his hands leaving sensuous patterns laid into her skin.

Mike breathed out heavy breaths as her husband's kisses and caresses sent chills throughout her body. She had waited for this for a long time. It was not that she didn't want to put out for him, it was just…she was so shy about him seeing her naked body post-pregnancy. It wasn't as sculpted as it was and she developed little flabby pouches where the muscle hadn't formed completely yet. She was doing a kickass job of getting herself back into shape; there just weren't miraculous results yet. That feeling, coupled with the baby's finicky nature, left Mike and Harvey with a dry spell in the bedroom for six months. She felt like a virgin being taken for the first time. Somehow the Madonna song played in her head, her mental soundtrack for the night. Her musings were cut short however when she felt a warm wet feeling between her legs. She wasn't that excited yet, she thought, was she? She looked down and could only see her husband's bright eyes peeking over her mound and she groaned when the connection was made mentally. He was going down on her; his sharp, witty tongue licked around her folds, sending sharp shooting pangs of lust down her spine, making her curl her toes. He pressed the forced pointy end of his tongue against her clit, jamming against it like a battering ram on a wooden door. Mike's breath hitched and she practically wailed in response, the forgotten sensation an impending orgasm coursing through her body. He smirked around his tongue, the skin next to the corners of his eyes pulling in amusement as he inserted a finger into her opening feeling the walls constrict around the intruding digit. Mike curled her fingers into the sheets below her and tried to gain purchase on the bed with her feet but alas, her smooth feet slipped against the soft covers of the bed. Harvey chuckled against her clit and Mike felt the vibrations run through it into her body as he continued to thrust his finger within her, eventually adding a second finger. Mike whimpered and whined as she twisted the bedding under her hands, her toes curling without warning against his calves.

Harvey leaned up onto her thigh, his fingers still curling inside of her but her clit finally stopped being under attack. He smirked devilishly at her as she tried to catch her breath. "You're a monster." She told him through pants. His smirk grew and he moved up her body, nuzzling her neck all while pushing his fingers in her, never stopping their ministrations.

"You know I'm the only monster for your bed." He quipped back, remembering one of her favorite Lady GaGa songs. She looked appalled for a second at the statement but then he crooked his fingers at a different angle and she stuttered out a few words before stopping, panting harder. He kissed her, not caring where his mouth had been moments before, and neither did she.

His tongue teased hers for a while as his fingers were extracted from her. He brought them up to his lips and leaned back, cleaning them off with his tongue. Mike chuckled.

"Geez, where'd you get that move from? Porn?" She teased him. Harvey narrowed his eyes.

"Shut up." Harvey told her firmly resuming his kissing. She rolled her eyes she dragged her hands down to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down halfway, making his hands stop caressing her and practically throw them off of his body. He took his briefs off and threw them off to the side with his pants. They were now both naked and pressed against each other, their bodies fitting into each other like the puzzle pieces they were. They were made for each other, their bodies a perfect fit, connecting in the right way. They were complete.

Harvey shifted his body on top of hers, aligning his hard cock with her moist entrance his hands on either side of her body, holding him up. He hesitated and looked into his wife's eyes. "Are you…I mean…" He stuttered, not sure of his wording. Mike rolled his eyes. Men.

"I already had my period." She told him.

"Good, because I don't want to go through the hassle of opening a condom." He said honestly.

"Me neither. So…" She waved her hand awkwardly between them and Harvey laughed, leaning down and kissing her as he pushed in. She was tight, surprisingly; those Kegel exercises must've been paying off, he thought as he slowly pressed inch by inch into her. He bottomed out and Mike let out the breath of air she had been holding when he was entering her. He let out his own breath and they locked eyes. Their gazes shared a small twinkle as Harvey began to move, slowly, gently. Each movement thought out and precious as they moved together as one. Mike pushed up against him, craving a new angle, wanting him to go faster or harder, or both.

"Harvey." She whined pushing her hips up again. He chuckled and nibbled against her neck as he continued at the same pace despite her whining. "Move…faster…now…" She demanded.

"Already…with the…nagging…wife?" He asked her thrusting in faster, placating her. Mike let out a soft moan that dragged out into louder ones as he hammered into her, going harder and faster. She raked her nails against his back, leaving angry red trails down the olive toned skin. His pants penetrated her eardrum as he continued to push into her, harder and harder, jerking her body upward, slapping the headboard against the wall with loud bangs. Harvey groaned and let his head fall into her neck. "I can't wait…to get you home…in our bed…there's no noise…but you…and me…" He murmured against her skin, licking the hollow between each phrase. "Not a sound…but your wonderful moans….and whimpers…and sounds…" He continued moving down her body, the pace of his thrusts slowing a bit, drawing out the pleasure. Mike shuddered as his mouth circled her nipple and played with the sensitive bud. His hand moved up to the other one and pinched it. He twirled his clever tongue against her nipple, pulling it with his teeth and flicking it as he did her clit some time ago. His hand traveled every dip and curve until it settled between her legs and his fingers danced against the stretch of muscle marked by their connection. Mike gasped at the odd sensation, not used to his touch against that area of her body while he was inside of her. His thumb simultaneously pressed against her engorged clit, pushing it like a button in an elevator. His thrusts picked up pace and his fingers danced on her most responsive skin.

"My…beautiful wife…you're mine…all mine…finally and always…Mike." He whispered aloud, panting from the arduous timing of each plunge into her willing body. His words affected her more than anything he could do to her. His words were everything to her, more precious than his actions. If actions were supposed to speak louder than words, then Harvey was the exception to this statement since his words always meant more than what he did. "You're so perfect…just for me…no one else…can make love to you…like me…"

"Harvey…" She breathed as he pressed against her faster and faster, the both of them feeling their upcoming orgasms coursing through their veins. "I…I…"

"Shh…" His hand moved up to her face, covering her cheek. She looked at him, seeing his eyes were dark and obsidian colored. "You're so perfect…Mike…you're absolutely…perfect…all made for me…" He told her running his hands against her skin. "You're mine…all…mine…"

"Harvey…I'm, going to come…" She let out breathlessly. Harvey thrusted faster and harder coaxing the pleasure out of her.

"Come on…come on…come for me...Michael…" He ordered her and she always followed Harvey's orders. She came instantly, feeling her brain shut off and her mind blank out as colors passed before her eyes. She felt the slick feeling of Harvey coming inside of her, in multiple thick shots. Harvey flopped against her, covering her letting their slick bodies entwine together. They remained like that for a while, content with feeling each other's rapid heartbeat against the other's chest. The beatings of their hearts slowed down and they gingerly moved away from each other, Harvey ducking to the side to pull out a few baby wipes from their holder next to Mike's bed. He started the task of cleaning his wife's body from the sweat and other fluids that were exchanged that night. Mike lied there and let him do just that, too tired and emotionally spent to force herself to do anything. Harvey smirked at her as he tossed the wipes into the pail by her bed. He struggled to put the covers over them, since Mike was as moveable as a boulder, and he settled against her, embracing her as they spooned together. He moved his nose against her soft blonde hair and breathed in the tantalizing scent that he could only describe as being Mike. "I love you…Mrs. Specter." He told her. She smiled against his hold and shifted against his strong chest.

"I love you too…Mr. Specter." She replied back folding her fingers around his forearm, holding him to her. He kissed her head and closed his eyes, falling asleep within moments. He expected Mike to follow shortly.

She didn't, she remained awake for hours, just watching him sleep. She turned around in his arms to face him sometime after he fell asleep and started to snore slightly. She watched the curve of his jaw move slightly with each breath, his eyelashes flutter as he dreamed. She watched his hard face turn child-like as he snoozed and she smiled. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his open mouth and pressed her face under his neck, closing her eyes and listening to his heartbeat. Only one thought crossed her mind before she felt the pull of sleep overtake her.

She was home.

That's it. The only thing left for us to do is an epilogue. Thank you too all those who took time out of their day and read this story. Extra thanks to those who continually left their comments for me. I appreciate every word you said.

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