Hey Everyone!

This chapter is one of the longer ones, and it is all about Harvey and Max. There is some VERY minor sexual encounters, but nothing that is NSFW (Not safe for work). Hopefully it'll keep you intrigued for more.

Hope you enjoy!

P.S. Suits belongs to Aaron Korsh

Max had enough of this self-wallowing. Who the hell was Harvey Specter to her? The man clearly never left the house without a mirror, so why should she get caught in the crossfires of his vanity? She finished downing the poison before slamming it on the oak bar. She went into her pathetic excuse of a wallet, when suddenly a few twenties were thrown on the bar in front of her. She turned to see Harvey himself with a very chiseled expression. She was going to ask him what was wrong but he shook his head, only placing his suit jacket over Max's shoulders as they walked out of the bar, the only thing they left behind were the pleas for return from the drunken buddies. Harvey had valet bring around his Tesla as he opened the door for Max, before getting in the driver's seat himself and driving away. A few minutes into the street and before Max could say anything, Harvey decided to speak up.

"I... am an asshole," he said half laughing at the end.

Max wasn't in the mood to correct him.

"I take you out to dinner, my treat, and you have a shitty time, and I stick you with the Goddamn bill, and then you drank beer which I can tell you hate-"

Now she was going to correct him, "I'd rather drink battery acid."

Harvey suppressed his smile. Mike really did know the girl sitting beside him.

She turned to face his stoney face now, "How do you know I don't like beer?"

Harvey raised an eyebrow, "It looked like you were drinking battery acid."

She smirked. He had noticed something about her. She smiled to herself, maybe there was some hope for him after all. She remained calm in the passenger seat. Harvey, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck, barely keeping it together. Things were starting to pick up again, and Harvey really wasn't in the mood to start from scratch.

"What's my favourite colour then?" She asked smirking.

Harvey turned, pulling into the underground parking lot of his building, parking in his normal spot which happened to be vacated. He turned to face her, studying her completely.

"You don't have one."

She gasped, "That's not fair. Mike let it slip, didn't he?"

Harvey shook his head as he got out of the car, "I don't have one either. Plus, Harvey Specter figures things out on instinct."

Max stood, and nodded her head, "Yeah, just like you instinctively forgot about me and let the whole world revolve around you."

Harvey could feel the venom dripping from her voice as it pierced into his heart. She wasn't going to let the date go that easy, but yet she made me seem that it could be easy.

She smiled though, "Suck it up. I get at least two more jabs at you."

"Oh, with the wise jokes now?"

Max threw a smirk before turning around, She was walking ahead of him when he called out to her, "You don't even know where we're going."

Max turned around, "Let me guess. Your place?"

The instant Max turned around, Harvey finally got a full look at Max's outfit. His suit jacket hung from her index finger as she threw it over her shoulder. The tan dress wrapped around her curves so softly that he almost lost his breath. No wonder she had been saving that dress for years, it was damn worth the wait. Her hips were unbearable. Her breasts were making him crazy, and her smile... The powerful lawyer was almost powerless as he slowly approached the devilish woman. He carefully placed his hands on top of her hips, seeing if he had her permission to place them there. She leaned into his embrace, slowly looking up into his dark, chocolate eyes. She could see the lust in his orbs, just as she wanted it to be. As Harvey was leaning down to kiss her, she took a step back and twirled around laughing.

"That's two. One more and maybe I'll think about stopping," she said standing in front of the doors leading to the lobby of his building.

Harvey exhaled in frustration, "You know, closing this deal would have to be the hardest one I've ever faced."

She smirked, "Then it must be a damn good deal."

The man smirked, enjoying a fresh, honest face. Something that he had missed when he came into the business. Everyone at Pearson Hardman seemed to be inauthentic, with the exception of Jessica, Donna, and Mike. But Max... why hadn't he seen her before? She was a stunning person, and a damn good lawyer. Maybe he didn't notice her because he wasn't looking for her. He would have been happier if he met her a lot sooner. Looping her arm through his, the couple walked passed Barry, one of the security guards on duty. With a curt nod from both sides, they rode in the elevator. Harvey, living on the twenty-sixth floor, had the luxury of enjoying a seventeen second elevator ride with a beautiful woman. She sighed, resting her head on his upper arm as she clutched his left arm softly. She smelled of a soft, feminine perfume, and Harvey loved every deep breath he took in that small space.

"Purple."

Harvey, curious, let her continue, "That's your favourite colour. You wear purple when you think a client is more likely not to be signed by you. You wear the colour because you think that colour gives you the edge. Purple, to you, means dominance and success."

She smirked as she took in his silence, "Don't think I'm not aware of my surroundings Mister Specter."

The elevator came to soon, and Harvey began guiding her through the maze of hallways. Of course Harvey would live in apartment at the end of the hallway. It just made sense. As they arrived at the door, the man began to pat his pockets, in search for his keys. His eyebrows furrowed. He was pretty sure when he left this morning that he put his keys in his breast pocket of his suit jacket...

His eyes snapped to Max, who was holding the keys in front of her, laughing.

Harvey snagged them from her, muttering something along the lines of "...would have found it anyway." When Max entered his home, she expected it to be a bachelor pad from floor to ceiling. It was, but it was a very tasteful bachelor pad, something that she wouldn't mind living in...if it wasn't so black and white. The blinds were drawn, and Harvey was taking off his tie, rushing towards Max.

"What are you doing?" She said, noticing that he was using the tie as a blindfold.

"I've got a surprise," he said, placing his tie over her eyes and tying it from the back. Almost after Harvey finished, the electronic sound of motors turning hit her ears, as Harvey started guiding her.

"You know Mike tried to surprise me once."

"How did that turn out?" Harvey asked, guiding her around the couches.

"The surprise was ruined. His tie was too skinny so I saw the whole thing."

Harvey laughed. A genuine laugh; not because it was forced, or he was putting on a show. Max said something funny, and Harvey laughed, involuntarily, and he loved it. Max heard her surroundings change, from quiet home to noisy, muffled street. Harvey moved her into a position where she left a metal rod going across her upper arms. She grabbed onto it, becoming impatient.

"Now?"

He laughed, "Almost. Just have some patience."

She rolled her eyes, "Patience is a virtue I wish that wasn't needed."

"Ah, yet you demand it so much," the smart-ass commented back.

"Okay," Harvey said, beginning to take the tie off her eyes.

When Harvey heard her gasp, he knew that he made up for his stupid mistake.

Through the glass wall, Max couldn't believe the view from up here. No matter how high she got, the city still looked beautiful, being lit up by the lights of the nights. From a distance she could see Times Square, and how the lights bounced off of each other. She saw all the cars stuck in traffic, giving the puddles in the ground a glow that she could see even from the twenty-sixth floor. The buildings surrounding her had specs of light randomly placed within the windows. She saw street dancers embracing their art, and taggers marking their place in society. She could see everything from up here. The harmony that Manhattan held, that she had been so desperately been wanting to see, and now she finally did. She finally reminded herself on why she became a lawyer. The sight that she was seeing caused her to bring up old memories, good memories that she had kept in the vault in the back of her mind, and that was worth forgiving the idiot for being an idiot.

"It's beautiful Harvey. Thank you."

She turned to the said idiot, only to realize he had been watching her the entire time. She walked towards him, closing the distance that had been between them.

"So, Mike huh?" Harvey said, leaning against the railing.

Max shook her head, "You probably want to hear the stories now."

"Yes, I'd like to hear about the blackmail that I'm about to accumulate."

She giggled, but continued with the short story.

"The first day I moved in to the building, I left my door open to air out the stale smell. It was really early in the morning, so I didn't worry about people passing by. After all, I was only in a sports bra and shorts. About three minutes into that, Mike shoots out of his door, trying to put together his jumbled suit, right in front of me. As he was doing his belt, I couldn't help but laugh. Mike looked at me the same time he let go of his pants, and there they fell to the floor. Almost laughing at him, I asked him why he was in a rush. He let it slip that he was working at Pearson Hardman. I happened to be transferring from Jackson Fortworth to Pearson Hardman. He was going to continue the conversation, but he realized his pants were still on the ground."

Harvey couldn't help but laugh, "What is he? Boxers or briefs?"

"Boxers. And they were the cutest pair of Cookie Monster boxers I'd ever seen."

Harvey almost snorted from laughing, which made Max laugh even harder.

"So the next time you saw him, he had Big-Bird under his pants?"

She sighed, "No, Groucho actually. He had every Sesame Street character except for Big-Bird. Obviously I kept reminding him to buy it, but he never did."

Harvey's eyebrows furrowed in suspicion, "Why do I have the feeling you ended up getting him a pair for him?"

"Christmas. Last year. In bright yellow wrapping paper."

Harvey had never laughed this much in a while, let alone someone he wanted to laugh with, and for the first time, he felt only peace when he stood on this balcony with Max.

"Thank you again, Harvey. This was... better than I imagined."

She was so close that she could smell his cologne, and the faint smell of sweat. But nothing could have smelled sexier than that. He was so tempting, but she didn't know if she should pull a fast one, or just finally let him kiss her.

"About tonight, I don't know what came over me-"

She waved her hand, cutting him off, "I understand," she said, taking a deep breath, "I understand you completely. You're confident, and yet you're afraid of failing. You wanted this night to go perfectly, but it didn't. Face it; you're philophobic."

"Afraid of pretty girls?" Harvey asked sarcastically.

"Afraid of falling in love," she said softly.

Harvey pursed his lips together as he turned to look out to the scenery below.

"I've never been in love," he began to say, still looking at the city, "Sure, I've had some great nights with some great girls. Even when I hit rock bottom, I still was alright. Yet, I've never found someone. My someone. Maybe it's because I'm great at one night stands, but a relationship is something I don't do," he turned to her, looking into her eyes, "when I do something, I make sure that in the end, I don't fail- I won't fail. But with love? I don't know the outcome of it. So yeah, I guess I'm a philo... whatever you call it."

Maxine shook her head as she laughed, "But don't you see? That's the best part of a relationship. You never know the end of it."

"How do you deal with something like that though? How do you plan-"

She cut him off, "You don't plan these things, Harvey. You take it from day to day. Not everything in life is supposed to be calculated with a for sure win. Sometimes, you get burned. Yeah, it sucks. But you learn to get your shit together and pick yourself up." She stared into his eyes, forcing him to listen to her. "You learn that most of the time, it's okay to kick ass and be the boss. But there will be times that you need someone there, and sometimes Mike can't do these things."

Harvey chuckled a bit, knowing that she was right.

She placed a hand on his face, "I know it's seems amazing, always standing on top. But isn't it exhausting?"

He leaned into her hand, enjoying the soft, luxurious skin stroking his face. She was so wise for someone as cocky as himself. Who would have ever thought that Harvey wanted to be in the same room as a person with an ego almost, if not, equal to his own? They were like the same mind, the only difference was Max showed people she cared. A lot. So why couldn't he?

"It is lonely up there too," he said, clutching her hand against his face.

The beautiful woman grinned.

"So am I forgiven for that disastrous date?" He slowly said, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Max shook her head, pulling her hand away, "The only thing I remember from this date is you showing me one of the greatest sights of my life."

His smirk came back, "So what happened to that one last jab at me?"

"I forgot about it five minutes ago."

"Why is that?"

"Because I thought that ripping your shirt off will even out my anger," she said, inches away from his lips.

Harvey promised himself that he wouldn't sleep with her tonight, but that hadn't meant he wasn't in the mood for other things.

"Now, now, this is Dolce-"

"Will you please quit with the foreplay and kiss me now?" Max said impatiently.

His lips met hers the second she asked. He imagined her lips to be soft, like pillows, but all he could feel was the hunger radiating through her lips. She clutched Harvey's head between her hands, making sure that he wasn't going anywhere. His large hands held her lower back, pushing her closer towards him. His hands felt so good against her body, that she gave her all in the kiss. Harvey's hands moved down towards Max's rear, and gave a good appreciative squeeze. Afraid Harvey took it too far, Max backtracked his thoughts, giving him one of the sexiest giggles ever heard by man. His hands stayed on her voluptuous ass for a moment more before placing his hands just under her butt. With a squeeze he lifted her up easily, walking her towards his soft couches in his home. He sat down, forcing Max to sit on Harvey's lap. Her hands slowly and deliberately unbuttoned his expensive blouse, her slender fingers easily popping the buttons through the holes. She was thankful that Harvey didn't wear an undershirt as she rested her hands on his broad chest. His mouth began to wander her cheeks, her jugular, the crook under the corner of her chin... Almost as soon as his tongue glided over that last spot, he heard the smallest moan erupt from Max's throat. He smiled against her skin.

Found it, he thought.

Harvey grabbed her chin, forcing her to turn her head to the other side. Almost instantly, he suckled just under the chin. Max ran a finger through his hair, not expecting it to be very soft as it was always slicked back. The bastard found one of her weak spot, and she was desperately trying to control herself. She let out a few silent moans, trying not to give him the satisfaction he so desperately wanted. She knew he was getting agitated, so he started to move lower, down her neck, to her collar bone, and dangerously closer to her bust line.

It was at that moment that Harvey Specter hated cellphones.

The thing shrilled, killing whatever vibe that was in the room. Harvey threw his head back on the couch, and Max placed her head on the crook of his shoulder, waiting for the damn ringing to stop. He dug into his pocket to reveal the caller's name on the screen to both of them.

'Louis Litt'

Max scoffed, "Wow. A cock block in and out of the office."

Harvey laughed, putting the phone to his ear.

"Your wife missing me, Louis?"

At first, he thought the joke would offend the beauty sitting on his lap, but he felt the slight shake of her laugh come off her body.

"Ha, ha, you're quite the charmer Harvey, really. But no, that would have been funny if I had a wife."

"Oh, still not married?"

"Thankfully no. Now you're probably wondering why I called you this late."

"No, I'm wondering why I haven't kicked your ass yet."

"All the same. I'm curious to know how you solved the Mathers case so quickly. I know you've got your little Golden Boy running around finding the truth, but this case just flew by very fast."

Harvey knew what Louis was getting to, trying to figure out if he had a new member to the Specter/Ross team.

"Can't you just accept that my associate is getting better at his job? Goodnight Louis. I'll be having fun with your wife," Harvey said, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Max had aimlessly began to draw random patterns on his chest, and to Harvey, it felt good to hold someone without the desire for sex.

"I didn't know I married Louis," her voice said, muffled by his skin.

Harvey let out another hearty laugh, "You're intriguing, you know that?" He told her, as he turned his head to look at the woman sitting on his lap.

She lifted her head up to look into his eyes, "Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning... but intriguing?"

Harvey just smiled.

"It satisfies me."

She giggled, "I can concur..."

Ugh, I'm starting to love them together.

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xoxo N.