Previously in 'The Marvey Chronicles'…
Norma had been outraged to find out that Donna was going to be Marvey's sole wedding planner and had got Lex and Louis to help her in exchange for finding someone for Seth and Louis respectively. Harvey's mother had visited her son at the office and after throwing inappropriate comments and testing Mike's memory and knowledge on sport, she had given Mike business cards that read: Mike Specter.
Author's note: Hi! I am back after dealing with the killer work project and obnoxious writer's block :D Sorry for the abrupt break I was forced to take. Please accept this long chapter as a token of my apology and love :)
On Friday afternoon, Norma was still fuming with the same piece of paper in her hands. She had given three days to two partners of this highly successful firm but neither of them had been able to find a loophole for her. 'Mike actually put that much effort into this? I know I should feel proud of him but I think Harvey's not giving him enough work these days!'
Then she realized that no blame should ever be placed on Marvey. 'It's all Donna's fault. She must've given the puppy the eyes of all evil!'
Norma turned around in her area and grabbed the waste basket before ripping the document to shreds. She could see out of the corner of her eyes that Louis was gaping at her roughness but she didn't care. The man had failed her on the most important occasion and she felt a strong urge to feed him to an alien of her choice.
'I refuse to go down like this. Perhaps I could offer to find her a suitable match in exchange. But I already have to find someone for Seth and Louis! There's no point in becoming the wedding planner if I die with fatigue before the wedding!' Norma prided herself in being a strong woman but working on three WIPs while holding a day job would be too much even for her.
'I need to do something before Harvey proposes tomorrow. I am not going to sit here and watch the boys drift apart. It's so silly that most people think a matchmaker's job is done once the couple agrees to get married.'
Norma let out a disgruntled growl and got up from her seat. She had wanted to deal with the problem within the law but she was running out of time. Thankfully, there were other ways to get what she wanted.
"Hi, Mike." Norma felt a little bit better as she spotted the cute associate in the hallway. Ever since he had moved into his boss' office, it hadn't been easy to see him.
"Hi, Norma. Is it true that you're looking for the future Mrs. Litt?" Mike asked as he adjusted the stack of copies in his arms.
"Yes. It's bound to be the toughest challenge of my life." Norma sighed dramatically.
"Does that mean you haven't deemed him hopeless?"
"Well, I can always extend the search to the whole universe. With some luck, I might find a Martian or a Neptunian who wouldn't mind having a human beaver around. He'd make a unique pet."
Mike laughed as he pictured a tall, gray creature with long, purple hair carrying the junior partner around with her four arms.
"Hey, do you happen to know if Donna's in her area?" As much as she would like to keep chatting with Mike, she was on a time-sensitive mission.
"I think she's still taking a beauty break in the ladies' lounge."
"A beauty break? She's taking a nap?"
"Uh, no, I think she said something about a facial."
Norma's mood got bad again. 'Trying to look nice for the wedding already. Once I get to be a wedding planner too, I'll go to that place where all the Hollywood Jennifers go to. Louis can pay for it.'
Giving Mike the softest smile manageable in the upsetting situation, she headed towards the ladies' lounge. The problem was going to be dealt with once and for all.
When the matchmaking queen opened the door to the small lounge, she was greeted by two women with mud on their faces. Judging by the hair color and fashion style, they looked like Donna and Rachel.
"Do you want to join us? There's still plenty in the container." Rachel pointed at the table, trying to move as few facial muscles as possible. She had just put on the mud pack.
Norma wanted to say yes but she didn't think that she would look serious enough with mud on her face. "No thanks. I only came to offer Donna the last chance to share her position peacefully."
Donna sat up and closed her magazine. Her coworker had been suspiciously quiet for the past couple of days. "Norma, I'm not going to mess up their relationship and I'm going to listen to everyone's opinion so let it go."
"No. If you really care about Marvey, you will put me on the team. I'm a proved champion and you know how Harvey feels about champions." Norma knew that the senior partner's mother had used to be a successful cheerleading coach.
"Well, you know how he feels about me." Donna snorted. "Besides, I know both of them better than anyone else in the office."
"That's not true. Rachel knows Mike better than you do."
The paralegal was startled. She would very much prefer not to get involved. "Uh, I think we all know Mike pretty well. He's open and friendly like that…"
"At least I know Mike better than you do. Can we talk about this later? I can't move my mouth much." Donna didn't want to get new wrinkles when she was trying to get rid of the old ones.
"We don't really need to talk, Donna. All you need to do is nod prettily before I resort to unnecessary measures."
"And, what would those be?" Like any other woman in Pearson-Hardman, Donna didn't respond well to threats.
"I may or may not have sensitive information to pass to Harvey. I'm sure you wouldn't want him to know about your little tricks." Norma put her hands on her waist and put on her mean face.
"Oh, please. Don't make it sound like I use his credit card behind his back. He already knows I like to give myself a small gift with his money every once in a while. And, I'm done talking because the mud is starting to dry." Donna opened her magazine and resumed reading.
"Just say that we'll plan it together, will you? It's not like I'm going to sabotage the wedding! I'm trying to help here! Don't make me sing like a bird in Harvey's office. There might still be things that would make him irritated." Norma couldn't understand why her fellow secretary was being so petty. She just wanted to make sure that the boys enjoyed a successful wedding and that she got a little credit. Was that really so bad?
Donna brushed off Norma's last words with ease. She had nothing to hide to her boss. "Of course I know you mean well, honey. But we're both control freaks and I'm already taking the back seat in The Marveyed. I simply can't allow that to happen again when preparing the boys' wedding is much more important to me than running the fan club."
Norma appreciated her honesty but that didn't mean she was willing to back off. "What if I give you my words that I'll respect your input as much as I can?"
Donna shook her head, refusing to speak any longer, now that the mud was nicely tightening her face. Rachel was right; this mud pack did feel different.
"You really think that stupid mud pack is more important than our discussion?" Norma snapped. "That's how much respect you have for me? No wonder you have a problem being second-in-command in the club."
Donna gave her colleague a look. As a fellow female, Norma would surely know the importance of a good facial.
"Well, you keep working on your wrinkles while I go talk some sense into Harvey then. I deserve to be co-planner and you can't have all the good things around here all the time!" Norma turned around. She wondered how much bad karma she had accumulated in her past life to have met a boss like Louis while Donna had met one like Harvey. They both cleaned up their bosses' messes but only one of them got enough appreciation and that same one now assisted a senior partner. And, now, that same woman wanted to plan an important wedding on her own when it wasn't even her expertise. It was simply unacceptable.
The fact that Donna made no attempt to stop her from talking to Harvey made her even more resentful. So despite knowing that she was better than this, she walked up to the perfect woman who had everything and did something childish.
"Oh my god!" Rachel screamed as Norma threw herself at Donna and started to scratch the mud off her face.
"What is your problem?" Donna tried to push her away but she wouldn't budge. So she went for Norma's hair.
"Ahh! Let go!" Norma gripped Donna's hand and tried to get her fingers out of her hair.
"Promise me you'll keep your hands to yourself!"
"That's what you should promise me! You can't have everything! You do your job and I'll do mine!" Norma grabbed a handful of red hair and pulled.
"Oh god! Help! Someone, help!" Rachel hurried out of the lounge with mincing steps and the mud pack on, scaring Gregory and Harold in the hallway. They had been trying to guess how many other love bites Mike had apart from the one that was visible above his collar.
"Heeek! A mud monster!" Harold had never been a fan of monsters since he was a little boy so he tried to bolt, but the monster grabbed his arm and pulled him inside the lounge. Gregory followed them, wondering what had made the usually composed paralegal look so agitated.
All three of them stood dead in their tracks when they saw what was going on. The secretaries were engaged in a cat fight that was difficult to watch without wincing. There was hair pulling, scratching, kicking, and shouting mean things at each other. The only thing missing was biting but Gregory supposed that one couldn't bite and insult someone at the same time.
"I know you've always wanted my place but guess what? Harvey's always going to choose me! You creep him out!" Donna pushed Norma into the fridge. How dare she mess with her beauty break?
"Oh, you think he belongs to you, don't you? Well, guess what? He belongs to Mike now! How do you feel about that? He's always going to belong to Mike! Your days are over!" Norma retaliated by scratching Donna's neck.
"Don't just stand there! Do something!" Rachel yelled at the two associates who had gone pale.
Gregory cautiously approached Norma but got elbowed in the ribs while Harold threw his arms around Donna's waist to pull her back but got kicked in the shin. "Oww!"
The boys tried to break up the fight again but all they managed was getting new bruises. So Rachel ran out of the lounge once more to get the best closer in the firm.
Harvey and Mike were on the couch, going over some briefs, when Rachel burst in.
"Rachel…? Is that you?" Mike gasped as he recognized the dark gray pencil skirt.
"Mr. Specter! Please!" Rachel boldly tugged at Harvey's sleeves, too panicked to give him an explanation. Harvey sensed the urgency and followed her out of the office in quick steps.
Mike picked up his phone from his desk as he rushed after them. "Do I need to call an ambulance?"
"I don't know!" Rachel's voice was frantic.
"What do you mean you don't know? Is someone hurt?" Mike asked again, puzzled.
"I said I don't know! Look for yourself!" Rachel swung the door open and let go of Harvey's arm.
Apparently, there had been new participants in the arena since Louis and Kyle were playing the role of Gregory and Harold while the real Gregory and Harold were nursing their injuries in a corner.
"What is going on here?" Harvey's firm voice cut through the air and got everyone's attention. There was suddenly no movement in the lounge.
"Your secretary's assaulting mine! That's what's going on here!" Louis finally pulled off his secretary from Harvey's and took a few steps back.
"Assault is a very serious offense, Louis. You better know what you're accusing her of." Harvey glanced at Donna whose face was partially covered in mud. He had seen many different appearances of hers but this was certainly a new one.
"She's the one who started it! She scratched my face and messed up my pack!" Donna pointed an accusing finger at Norma who was struggling to get out of Louis' grip to carry on with the fight.
Harvey groaned inwardly at the explanation, hoping that this impossibly embarrassing scene wasn't caused by an interruption of beauty break. He fixed Donna with a look that made her feel a little guilty and walked out of the lounge. "In my office. Now."
"Uh, maybe I should call an ambulance." Mike muttered as he looked around the lounge. They had a nurse in the building but he had a feeling that she would have her hands full with Harold who couldn't stop moaning in pain when he couldn't see any visible injury on him.
"What was the fight about?" Mike asked Rachel once Louis dragged Norma outside and Gregory helped Harold to go see the company nurse.
"They both want to be your wedding planner." Rachel answered in a tired voice as she wiped the mud off her face with a cleansing tissue. All she got out of the beauty break was a stiff face and a scared heart.
"Are you serious? Donna asked me to draw up those papers precisely to prevent this kind of confrontation!"
"You can talk to Donna later. I need to go put on some cream." Rachel ended the conversation and left Mike alone in the lounge.
"Uh… so should I call that ambulance or not? Now I'm talking to myself." Mike sighed and headed out to see if anyone actually needed external medical assistance.
"What were you thinking?" Harvey asked in a scolding tone as he put more ointment on Donna's neck. He was glad that Norma didn't have long fingernails. "Let me rephrase that. Why were you not thinking?"
"She made it clear that words weren't going to work anymore. I did what I had to do." Donna wasn't proud of what she had done but she didn't feel particularly bad about it either.
"For what? Just so you can plan the wedding alone? Donna, I know that people like you and I are very reluctant to accept help but…"
"No, Harvey. I'm going to be the only one in charge. I'm not saying she's going to screw up but I'm not willing to take any chances. It's the one day that everything has to be perfect for you."
Harvey would have lectured her about interrupting him but her words made him smile. He was blessed to have such a loyal friend. "Listen. I appreciate your concern but here's what you're going to do. You're going to apologize to Norma before Louis brings the fight to Jessica's attention. And then, you two are going to throw us the best wedding that Mike and I could possibly imagine. Norma might get in your way every now and then but we have to admit that she's the expert here."
"But the papers…"
"Forget about the papers. There's a loophole in them anyway."
"What? You're lying. Norma would've used it against me if there was one." Donna suspected that this was one of Harvey's mind tricks.
"Well, let's just say it was a loophole that only the best lawyers would've found."
"But Norma didn't just show it to Louis! Lana told me she asked Lex too. Are you saying that Lex missed it?"
Harvey just scratched the corner of his mouth and put the ointment back inside the first-aid kit.
"You told him not to point it out! But why? You could've just made it disappear when you read the draft in the first place."
"Mike was so proud of the paperwork and I didn't want to ruin it for him. It's not like those papers were going to see the inside of a court room. Besides, even if someone had found the loophole, I figured that you'd blackmail Norma. I never thought you'd take the matters into your own hands."
Donna wanted to tease her old friend about how he was hopelessly in love but a puppy came flying into the office.
"Are you okay?" Mike rushed to Donna's side and winced at the scratches that were all over her face and neck. "Does it hurt? I can still call the ambulance."
"I'm fine, Mike. But thanks for worrying." Donna smiled with her mud-free face.
"If it makes you feel any better, I stopped by Louis' office and… Norma looked much, much worse." Mike's conspiratorial whisper made Harvey and Donna laugh.
"Let's get back to work, Mike. And, Donna, make sure you go see the nurse the minute she's available."
Harvey's angels nodded and went back to their respective seats, but Harvey could tell that there was something on his boyfriend's mind.
"What's wrong, puppy? Never seen a cat fight before?" He walked over to Mike's desk and planted a kiss on his head.
"No, it's not that. We have couple counseling tonight, don't we? I was wondering if there was something bothering you. Or did you want to check that I was fine after meeting your mother?"
Harvey laughed and ruffled the soft, blond hair. "I just want to make sure that none of our needs are neglected, Mike. Nothing to worry about."
"But I think our needs are the last thing that's neglected." Mike pointed at the love bite on his neck.
"You know what I'm talking about. And, I'm not sure if that's the last thing. The mark has faded." Harvey's voice was wistful.
"Well, you said we should get back to work so you'll have to wait to make a new one."
"But I hate waiting."
"I don't know, Harvey. Your own orders." Mike shrugged as if there was nothing he could do about it.
"Here's your new order then. Loosen your tie and undo the top button." Harvey ordered in a low voice as he sat on the edge of Mike's desk.
"You're joking, right? I have work to do!"
"It's either that or I'm going to leave one on your face."
Mike chuckled. "Nobody leaves a love bite on the face!"
"Then I'll be a pioneer." Harvey said in his typical smug voice.
Mike lifted his head for a quick kiss and as soon as he got one, he followed his orders. He knew that he would be able to get back to work sooner by giving Harvey what he wanted.
"You know what. I think I should ask the counselor if you were an aggressive animal in your previous life. You're very territorial."
"And it bothers you?"
"No. I'm just curious."
"Until I put a ring on that finger, I need some kind of reassurance. I wouldn't want anyone to think that you're available." Harvey caressed his associate's cheek with his right hand.
"And, when is that going to be?" Mike asked quietly. He had told Harvey that he didn't need a ring but if he was going to get one, he would like to know in advance. He wanted to look his very best and get dressed accordingly.
"It's a surprise." Harvey leaned down and started kissing down the pretty face.
"A surprise? Ahaha, we almost always spend time together, Harvey. If you sneak out to go buy a ring, I think I'd know."
"You're sure about that?" Harvey arrived at Mike's neck and left a satisfying love bite on one side of it.
Mike's brain went through the events of the past few days in mere seconds despite the obvious distraction. It sounded like Harvey already had the ring. 'Maybe he's bluffing. Or did he go to a jeweler's when he told me he was going to the gym? They're not open in the middle of the night so he couldn't have bought it while I was asleep. But don't they have special hours for VIPs? Oh god, I hope he didn't spend a fortune on it. I'm a simple guy!'
"Hey, stop thinking. Try not to spoil the fun for yourself." Harvey undid another button on Mike's shirt and exposed more skin.
"You said one button…" Mike put up a weak protest as Harvey kissed his neck thoroughly.
"I never said that."
"But you implied…" Mike felt like he was a gazelle caught between a tiger's paws. "You were definitely an animal with great hunting skills, Harvey. That would explain your fixation with my neck! You used to sink your teeth into other animals' necks!"
"I appreciate your insight into my past, Mike, but I'd rather have you use your lips for something else." Harvey tightened his grip around the back of Mike's neck and kissed him passionately.
Mike wanted to tell Harvey that he didn't want to drag the brief into Monday but he had to put his highlighter down and grab a handful of Harvey's shirt; the kiss required his full attention. All of Harvey's kisses were different, or at least it felt that way. Mike relished learning Harvey's mouth all over again and he hoped that he would never feel unmotivated about the particular task.
"You know, bosses usually help their employees get back to work." Mike breathed heavily against his boss' shoulder.
"I'm helping you relieve stress. What more can you ask for in a boss? I'm perfect." Harvey left one more love bite before buttoning up his associate's shirt.
"I think you're helping me a little too often!"
"Nonsense. Lawyers are under a lot of stress, Mike. The more often, the better."
"How can you say all that with such a straight face?" Mike chuckled.
"Because I know it'll make you laugh." Harvey smiled and Mike had to get up and kiss his boyfriend again.
That evening, Harvey was holding Mike's hand while Ray drove them home from the counselor's office. Mike had fallen asleep but Harvey was busy thinking about their session. The counselor had thought that their relationship was imbalanced; heavily focused on himself. She had pointed out how Mike had moved into both his office and house and didn't have any private space for himself. She had also mentioned that since there's already an imbalance of power in their working relationship, it was extremely important to make Mike feel like he was a solid member of their personal relationship. Mike had laughed it off but Harvey had felt that it was a wake-up call. Many things had changed rapidly for Mike and they hadn't really talked about it.
"Hey, puppy, we're home." Harvey gave Mike's hand a gentle squeeze and watched his blue eyes come back to life.
"Already?" Mike rubbed his eyes with his free hand and let out a yawn.
"Yeah." Harvey reluctantly let go of the warm hand and stepped out of the town car. "Good night, Ray."
Mike said his goodbyes to the driver as well and hurried after Harvey.
"You're awfully quiet. You didn't like the lady?" Mike asked as he admired the view from Harvey's private elevator.
"She was all right." Harvey kept his hands inside his coat pockets so that he wouldn't reach out and touch his boyfriend.
"Then what's the problem? You wanted to make out in the car?"
Harvey snorted. "I think we need to talk before making out for once. I hear that some people actually eat first and then have sex. We should try it."
"What? Are you sure you heard it right? Why would someone want to do that?" Mike asked in mock surprise.
Harvey laughed and let Mike get off the elevator first. "Tell me what you want me to order for dinner. Then we'll try talking. Doctor's orders."
"Bah, there's a reason why I never liked doctors. And, I choose Chinese. Make sure we get the complimentary dumplings." Mike took off his shoes carelessly before he remembered that he should arrange them neatly.
"Thanks for trying." Harvey smiled and kissed his associate on the forehead.
"You're welcome. You can repay me later by letting me open both of our fortune cookies."
Mike started to take off his coat and jacket as he headed to the bedroom while Harvey tore his eyes off his boyfriend and reached for the phone. He felt the urge to follow Mike and help him get undressed but he had to resist it. He was going to propose tomorrow so the talk couldn't wait. Besides, if the talk went well, he might get an even more eager Mike in bed tonight.
"So what did you want to talk about?" Mike swallowed a spoonful of wantan soup and hummed appreciatively.
"About what you want. If there's something you'd like to change in our relationship, I need to know. This is the time to speak up, Mike." Harvey took a bite of his dumpling.
"Harvey, the counselor's job is to make us doubt things. I'm fine. I feel like I'm in a solid relationship and my life has never been better. Now, can you pass me the tofu please?"
Harvey frowned as he handed over the plate. He realized that he wasn't going to get anything out of his boyfriend this way. He had to change tactics.
"Any objections regarding my love bites for instance? Perhaps you want me to keep them below the collar?" Harvey usually practiced that principle but he got carried away last night when Mike had told him that he was happy.
"Yeah, it would be nice if they're not visible. The fans shot holes with their eyes in my neck all day. I think someone even took a picture when I was in the fax room!"
"What about sleeping on the right side of the bed? Do you want the left side?" The counselor had emphasized how improvement started with small changes.
"Haha, no thanks. I usually sleep on my right side so when I open my eyes, you're the first thing I see in the morning. I don't want that to change."
Harvey reached out and took Mike's hand that wasn't holding the chopsticks. He might be the one with a silver tongue but he could never say adorable things like that with such ease. Relief washed over him as he realized that he was the only one who got to hear such words from Mike. He didn't want that to change. "Where did you learn how to speak like that?"
"From Grammy." Mike answered proudly as he skillfully ate another piece of tofu with his chopsticks.
Harvey smiled. Another thing that he admired about his young boyfriend was that he was humble enough to remember the ones who had taught him. He knew that it had nothing to do with Mike's perfect memory; Mike just knew how to appreciate the people around him.
"I love you." Harvey hoped that the words would convey at least some of his feelings.
Mike was surprised. He obviously knew that Harvey loved him but despite living together, it wasn't easy to hear those words. "Love you too. Although I'm not sure what made you spurt out your undying love for me. Is it my mean chopstick skills?" He moved his chopsticks like a crab moving its claws.
"But of course. What else could it be?"
"Well, if that's the case, I should abuse these skills to get some sweet words pouring out of your mouth." Mike smirked and picked up a pea from the salad bowl. "Ta-da!"
"Nicely done." Harvey knew how skillful Mike's fingers were, if his actions in bed were any indication, but he was still impressed.
"And, you're going to eat it nicely. Aaah~" Mike held the pea right in front of his boyfriend's mouth.
"I am perfectly capable of eating a pea on my own, Mike." Harvey protested but opened his mouth so that Mike could drop the pea.
"Oh, really? Let me see it then. You only get one chance." There was a wicked glint in Mike's eyes.
"A piece of cake." Harvey grabbed his chopsticks and had just picked up a pea when Mike's bare foot rubbed against his crotch.
"Hey! That's cheating." Harvey's fingers slipped and the pea landed on the table.
"I never said I'd be still!" Mike stuck out his tongue.
"Very mature, puppy." Harvey pulled his chair back so he could finish his dinner in peace. "Speaking of sex, if you want to top more often, all you need to do is ask."
"Nah, I'm good with our 90:10 ratio. I work hard at the office so I like to lie back and let you do most of the work."
"Fair enough. We also have to talk about you taking my family name. I personally think it would help your career but I'd understand even if you want to keep your own name."
Mike laughed. "Yes, it would probably help my career, but you'd love me to be Mike Specter because it would satisfy your inner territorial animal."
"I'm not going to deny that." Harvey thought about how nice 'Mike Specter' sounded in his ears.
"Is there anything you want to change?" Mike thought that it was only fair to ask.
"Well, I'd like you to use one of the guestrooms. I'll get Gloria to clear out the bigger one so you can have it all to yourself. You can do the interior decoration again if you want to. I should've done this sooner. Sorry about that." Harvey finished his broth and put the last dumpling on Mike's plate.
Mike smiled as he enjoyed the dumpling. "I'm not sure what I need a private room for but that's very sweet of you. And, Harvey, stop feeling guilty. That's what a relationship is about, right? We adjust to each other every day and figure things out together. You didn't do anything wrong and if I have a problem, I'll let you know."
Before Harvey could bomb him with more questions, Mike quickly picked up the fortune cookies. They would have a lifetime to talk to each other. There was no need to cover all the items on Harvey's list in one evening.
"Okay, which one do you want?" Mike let Harvey choose.
"The handsome one."
"Harvey, these are fortune cookies. Which one is the handsome one?"
"The one on the left, obviously." Harvey grinned.
Mike shook his head and opened the cookie. "Never underestimate the power of the human touch. Ahaha, yes, my foot did have a powerful effect on your poor pea!"
"Let me see that. You're making it up." Harvey snatched the tiny roll of paper from Mike's hands.
"No, I'm not. See for yourself, ahaha."
Mike opened his own cookie while Harvey verified that the message wasn't fabricated. "Let's see. Mine says, Treasure what you have."
"I guess that means me." Harvey held his head high.
Mike thought that Harvey looked adorable when he was smug like that. "Yeah, I think so too."
Mike's foot came in contact with Harvey's crotch again and the kitchen was filled with a long groan.
"Would you like to know more about the power of the human touch?" Mike licked his lips and curled his toes against the front of Harvey's pants.
"Do I really have a choice?" Harvey took hold of Mike's right foot and tickled the sole.
"Ahahaha…"
Mike's laughter was so carefree that Harvey was finally convinced that they were fine. But he was still going to give Mike one of the guestrooms and try to put himself in his boyfriend's shoes as often as he could.
"Where do you want us to be?" Mike asked as he quickly counted, in his head, how many condoms were left near which surface in the house.
"You choose." Harvey gently massaged the foot.
"Aww, such a gentleman. Is it wrong to use the kitchen table for two very different purposes in under an hour?"
"Well, the cookie said that we should treasure what we have. This is what we have." Harvey tapped at the table.
Mike chuckled. "Okay. If you still want to talk, you can tell me how much you love me."
"You're pushing it." Harvey cleared the table and let Mike climb on it.
"You asked me if I wanted anything. I want you to tell me you love me in a hundred different ways." Mike lay down and undid the button on his jeans.
"I knew that counseling was a bad idea." Harvey joked as he got rid of his shirt and joined his puppy on the table.
"Start talking." Mike ordered while Harvey felt like he was suddenly raising a wolf. He honestly didn't know what he was supposed to say. He didn't want to drop lines that he had once used for his one-night stands.
"No talking, no love bites." Mike made things simple.
Harvey covered Mike's body with his own and started with a gentle kiss. He figured that the words would come naturally as he got into the mood. Mike ran his hands along Harvey's arms and pulled him closer. Harvey had always been careful not to crush him but he needed to feel his boyfriend's heart beating through his own chest.
"You're okay?" Harvey had to check if his weight wasn't too much for Mike's lithe physique.
"I love this. I love you."
Mike's heartfelt confession vibrated through both of their chests and Harvey knew exactly what he wanted to say. "Mike, you're the only interesting merger case in the whole wide world."
Mike beamed as Harvey happily nipped his neck. The words were uniquely Harvey.
"Get that pretty mouth up here again." Mike put his hands on Harvey's face and poured everything into the kiss. He was shaking with the joy of being loved and there could be no better feeling than this. This feeling was what made him stronger and he wanted Harvey to feel the same way.
Harvey matched Mike's passion behind the kiss and realized that he had never felt so powerful. It was better than beating a tricky opposing counsel in court, dominating two models in bed, and driving a Tesla. What he felt right now was nothing like he had ever experienced. It felt so stupid that he had once thought, not even a very long time ago, that people got weaker when they found someone to love. It was apparently the opposite. Mike was what made him lead a fuller life and wasn't that what everyone wanted in the end?
The couple broke the kiss to get some air inside their lungs. Thankfully, they didn't need words anymore. They had their gazes, touches, and smiles to show each other their love.
