Celebration
"Excuse me, but I seem to have misplaced my left arm." Harvey muttered suddenly, pulling himself away from the small group of people who had attacked him with questions. He wasn't even sure he knew who half of them were. Scanning the room, he searched for his missing fiancé.
The party was over the top, in Mike's opinion. And indeed, it was extravagant. Jessica and Donna had outdone themselves. The hall they'd rented was stunning. It had majestic, decorated white walls with columns next to them, creating an overhand around the grand room. Three chandeliers hung from the ceiling, all crystal and giving off a waterfall effect that even Harvey had to admit was magical. The people were dressed to match – black tie didn't seem to cover it. Waiters with trays of champagne walked gracefully around the room, making sure everyone maintained some level of intoxication. The tables were lined on the sides of the rooms, leaving the dance floor wide open for the hundreds of couples that were there celebration.
But where was Mike?
An arm slunk around his waist in front of him, making him jump back in surprise, so that his body was pressed against someone else's. "Champagne, Mr Specter?" A warm chuckle vibrated against the skin of his neck and he felt himself melt.
"Why, thank you, Mr Specter." He grinned, taking the flute but not turning around. Mike sighed and pressed his cheek down against his fiancé's shoulder, pressing a contented kiss on his neck. "Where have you been all night?" He asked, securing the arm that was around him, making sure Mike didn't try to move away.
"I've been doing shots."
"Oh no."
"Oh yes."
"With who?"
Mike chuckled again, running his tongue across Harvey's skin, up to his ear. "Some co-workers, you probably don't know them."
Harvey scoffed. "Not a chance." He relaxed back further when Mike sighed again, nuzzling into him.
They danced until the crowd started to thin, holding onto each other, cheek to cheek, and blissfully unaware of anyone else in the room. What started out as graceful spinning about the room and well humored laughter had died down to a gentle sway. Both had their eyes closed and were leaning contentedly against one another. Everything was going so right; neither could imagine anything coming between them. Their relationship was without flaws. Perfect.
At some point, as more guests began to leave, Harvey lost Mike again. It seemed that the younger guests had a much greater need to "party" than did the more elegant – shall we say? – guests. Louis and Harvey had become deep in conversation when shouting from the bar caught their attention. Ah Mike, Harvey mused to himself, watching as his love downed yet another shot with who he assumed were more associates. Shaking his head with an affectionate grin, he made his way over to the rowdy group.
With a wicked glint in his eye, Harvey took the next shot practically out of Mike's mouth, downing it himself, not taking his eyes off the other's. "Just how much have you had to drink?" He asked, knowing full well no one would know the answer. The kid looked absolutely sloshed. As amused as Harvey was, the thought of hung over Mike – when they had a little sponge named Abby staying with them – was more than a little discouraging.
"Do a shot with me," Mike giggled, leaning forward onto Harvey, hands on the man's chest, and lips centimeters away from Harvey's own pursed lips.
"I think you've had enough."
"Harvey!" He whined in response, trying to throw himself off his fiancé but failing completely when the world spun around him. "I've had enough." He relinquished, laughing again. "Take me home, lover!"
Harvey rolled his eyes but could do little to keep a smile from gracing his features. "You're a pain in the ass."
"Someone has to keep you humble." He quipped, planting a chaste kiss to his lips.
The taste of alcohol was so strong; Harvey felt he could get drunk off of that one kiss alone.
He was glad they'd managed to find a cab so quickly. Mike was completely out of it; flopped against Harvey with his head on his shoulder, tracing patterns into his far thigh, and singing Nat King Cole under his breath. Harvey couldn't complain though, he loved seeing Mike so relaxed. His joy was infectious.
Finally, the car pulled up in front of the tall, domineering condominium, and Harvey was more carrying than guiding Mike into the elevator. "You're so strong," Mike approved, eyes wide as his hands gripped fast onto Harvey's biceps. "I like your muscles." He slurred, leaning in to plant sloppy, drunken kisses up the man's shoulder and neck.
The elevator doors opened, and Mike suddenly found himself falling into bed. When had they made it so far? He watched, room spinning, as Harvey pulled off his shoes and socks for him. Even through the inebriated fuzz of his brain, he couldn't restrain the undeniable, almost painful affection he felt tugging him towards the man beside the bed. How could this perfect person belong to him? It seemed like it should be illegal, really, that he didn't have to share him with the world.
"What are you looking at?"
Oh right, he'd been staring. A lazy grin spread across his face as he let himself fall back on the bed, eyes closed against the waves of vertigo. "I am so in love with you." He admitted to the heavens. He felt the bed sink next to him, and the sheets come up. "Harvey?"
"Hmm?"
He rolled to face him, taking in Harvey's expression, and being met with a sight he'd never get used to. Harvey looked so at peace there, lying beside him. The awe he felt towards the whole thing was overwhelming. Was he going to say something? What was it? His mind couldn't think anymore. It could only take it that Harvey was here, and his, and beautiful, and everything was amazing and he was so happy. Nothing could drag them apart. He flung himself forward, crawling on top of his fiancé with much effort, not knowing exactly which limb he was trying to move and when. "Please?"
"You're drunk."
"Harvey, please." He kissed up his jaw, and lingered next to his mouth, kissing the edge of his lips with fierce determination. His need was met with pride as Harvey surrendered himself completely. Nothing could take away this feeling.
A/N: I feel like this chapter was kind of dry. ... Well... Anyways... The plot is about to pick up, guys... What do you think's gonna happen?;) I'd love to hear your thoughts
