A/N: So here's one more bit of fluff before we hit our plot... Prepare yourselves!

Marry Me

Mike awoke with a groan. The events of the night before were hazy, but he was sure they'd come back. Eventually. In the mean time, he felt like shit. His head was thrumming a tuneless pounding, his eyes were trying to explode inside their sockets, his stomach was upside down or inside out or both, and his limbs felt heavy and uncooperative as he tried to tug them out of bed. With much effort, he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and band shirt he didn't know he had, and slumped into the kitchen where he could smell the bacon cooking. It made his stomach sick to think about it, but it made his mouth water at the same time. It was a very conflicting feeling, and he was sure it had something to do with the obscene amounts of alcohol he'd consumed mere hours earlier.

Harvey was standing in front of the stove, cooking away, in black sweats and a white Henley that somehow both clung to his frame and hung loosely around it all at the same time. It had Mike's mouth watering for a whole new reason, and soon he had his arms wrapped around his lover's waist and was leaning his head down on his shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"Hung over?"

"I think my liver wants to fire me as its leader."

Harvey chuckled and pulled Mike around in front of him, leaning him carefully back against the cold part of the stove, and leaning into him while he continued with his task.

"You look hot," Mike muttered, brushing his lips carefully across the other's as he did.

"My family's here."

Ah. Right. So they were. They sat around the island, averting their gaze, and chattering mildly about the party. Apparently it had been quite the success.

"Just kiss me."

"Mike-"

"Please? That's it, I swear."

"Mike no-"

"I just want a kiss, Harvey." He whined, suggesting his day-later-inebriation.

"I'm not kissing you now, Mike."

"Give them some money. Send them to the aquarium." He tried to keep his expression as neutral as possible as he furtively – and very suggestively – pushed his hips forwards onto the other man's.

"Mike," he hissed. "Our four year old niece is sitting in front of you."

Harvey took the sudden quiet as acceptance, but became quickly confused when he looked into very beautiful eyes. It was almost like looking into a diary. They held so many secrets, and Harvey never wasted a second before diving into them.

"What?"

"You said 'our'."

"And?"

"'Our' niece."

Harvey chuckled. "Yes, Mike, our niece." He leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his temple before moving to get plates. By the time he'd finished serving everyone; Mike was still watching him with an immaculately open expression. It never ceased to amaze him just how much Mike could say to him without saying anything at all.

"I love you." Mike mouthed, eyes still wide and watchful.

Harvey could feel his expression soften naturally as a peaceful smile graced his features. "Come eat, Mikey." Taking his hand, he led him over to a stool and helped him up, not letting go as he took his own seat next to him.

It took the family no time to catch up, exchanging stories and dates and news. It took even less time for Mike to feel like it was a family that he was a part of. Even if he hadn't noticed it himself, the way Harvey kept squeezing his hand and giving him proud, appraising looks whenever he spoke would have clued him in. If it hadn't been clear to him before that this was his home – not the condo per say... Harvey – it was abundantly clear to him now. He was never going to leave this man, and god forbid Harvey ever found reason to leave him.

Mike was washing. Harvey was drying. Mike apparently was not washing up to Harvey standards.

"Jesus, Mike, you can't do anything right." Harvey dropped the plate and rag onto the counter and stepped in front of the sink, pulling the dish and sink hose away from the younger man.

"I do you right, don't I?" He winked, bumping him with his hip.

Harvey rolled his eyes. "Give it to me."

"Oh I will."

"The hose, Mike."

"Oh I will."

"Goddamn it." He shoved him out of the way, hands still in the sink, and with Mike's refusal, ended up being doused with a significant amount of water. Mike was barely breathing as Harvey finally got it out of his hands, the kid was doubled over, laughing so hard he was near tears. Harvey shook his head, pulling the hose far enough that he could spray him thoroughly. From there, all hell broke loose. Somehow, they'd managed to fall into a sodden heap on the floor, rolling like around, grappling like children, until finally Harvey was on top. With Mike panting beneath him, pupils dilated, he could barely contain himself.

"I'm still not going to kiss you." He muttered, pulling them both up from the floor.

Mike refused to get up much further than off his first knee, before he was tugging for Harvey to stop tugging him upward. Harvey was looking down, utterly confused, and then his eyes blew wide when he realized what was happening.

By now, the Specter family had their eyes glued to the messy scene in front of them, looking more than a little gobsmacked at just what they saw coming from a million miles away. Mike down on one knee, staring intensely up at his fiancé, holding fast to his hand.

Harvey blinked rapidly, trying to pull his hand away when he felt fingers around his ring, trying to slide it down to the end of his finger. Once it was at the last knuckle, he curled his finger down possessively, not wanting it to be off for a second.

"It's ok," Mike whispered, kissing the finger and then sliding the ring the rest of the way off once it was free from nervous clutches. He kissed the hand once more, and then met his favorite pair of brown eyes. "Harvey," he said just as quietly, and then more powerfully began, "Marry me."

Harvey's responding chuckle sounded nervous. "I thought that's what we were doing." His humored smirk at the end was enough to send the butterflies in Mike's stomach into a frenzy.

"Harvey, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You're the first and most important thing I think about every morning and every night, and I want to continue to wake up beside you and go to sleep next to you, everyday for the rest of my life. So please," he held up the ring he'd taken. "Marry me."

"Nothing could stop me." Harvey whispered, finally letting a waterfall of emotions break through the mask.

Mike slipped the gold band on with an endearing smile, before he straightened up and brushed the backs of his fingers down from the other man's temple down and across his jaw.

"Screw it," Harvey muttered, pulling the other toward him roughly and smashing their lips together.

"You're family's here." Mike laughed against his lips, earning an acknowledging grunt and another adoring kiss.

A/N: Ok, so there's that... Next time on Lover's Remember All... The plot thickens. LOL Hope you liked:)