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I know, I haven't updated. The only reason I have updated is because...

SUITS IS COMING BACK ON JUNE 14TH!

...and also, my computer broke. So I had to go over the chapter again.

**Some explicit content. Be warned.**

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P.S. Suits? Yeah, doesn't belong to me

"...From what we've acquired from an inside source, the suspect, Oliver Klades had motive to attack Miss Harris, who at the time had just finished a meeting with a client. After the initial attack from Klades, Miss Harris attempted to protect herself physically, as well as throwing a bookend at Klades. Miss Harris then proceeded to barricade herself in the washroom, where police and SWAT teams managed to restrain Klades before any further damage was done. Lieutenant Lowe gave a statement..."

Harvey felt exhausted and frustrated, having to deal with the news reporters the entire day. Phone call after phone call came in; on his cellphone, on Max's cellphone, his home phone... hell, even the front desk was getting phone calls from eager reporters. He never hated people more than at that moment, not only because they were harassing him and his girl, but also they were harassing them both on their relationship. The front desk notified them that there was a swarm of paparazzi waiting at the entrance of the building, just hoping that the couple ends up coming down to the lobby. As Harvey held the converter loosely, he watched the only news station that wasn't talking about their relationship, which he was grateful for.

"...On that note, looks like the power-couple of the corporate world have finally come out of hiding. Harvey Specter, the well-known lawyer and multimillion dollar bachelor has been out of the dating game, and now we officially know why. Maxine Harris, the victim of this situation, who we have just found out is the daughter of Julian Satin of Satin and Satin-"

Harvey flicked off the television before he could hear one more word out of the over-the-top bubbly reporter could continue. Harvey has never been this angry in his life. If all these people want to stick their nose in his business, then he'd handle them. But the second they shoved a microphone in Max's face, Harvey almost ripped the head off the guy. His eyes travelled to his bedroom, allowing him to see the sleeping goddess wrapped up in his blanket. He sighed; his poor Max went through so much that day. The whole situation with Oliver became even worse when the reporters kept shoving their cameras towards Max. Harvey had never felt so protective over her than at that moment.

He got off the couch, slowly walking towards Max, who was snuggled up in one of Harvey's old Harvard shirts. It was big on her when she first put it on, just covering her bottom, and Harvey loved that look on her. Her hair was in a messy bun at the top of her head, with her hands on top of the pillow. He had never seen something so beautiful in his life than the woman in his bed. His girlfriend was the focus of his life.

Correction: his fiancée.

His eyes travelled to his mahogany watch box, where the small velvet box was nestled and hidden. He hadn't known why, but when Max left him, he went out and bought the ring. Something deep in his gut forced him to go out and get it. He didn't even know if he was going to end up with Max again, but he knew he had to get that ring. With swiftness, Harvey pried the box open, revealing the extravagant ring. He slowly climbed onto the bed, grabbing her hand, sliding the ring on her left hand. With a smile, he got off the bed, looking down at her. Her hand lay perfectly beside her head, the light from the bedside table reflecting off the diamond, causing the ring to glitter.

Harvey never felt so happy in his life.

Just after Harvey was about to walk out of the room, the beauty lying in the sheets began to stir. Harvey had one hand on the column, looking back at her. She stretched out, sighing in relief, before looking up.

She smiled, "Hi handsome."

"Well hello to you too beautiful," Harvey softly said, moving towards the bed before lying down beside Max, with his head propped up on his elbow.

"What time is it?" Max asked, looking at the sky, which said near dusk.

"Six-ish," Harvey said nonchalantly.

"I slept for almost six hours?" Max said, getting up in disbelief.

"You needed it babe," Harvey said, grasping at her hair, and her face. She hadn't been eating, and her face look ghastly.

"You haven't been eating," he told her incredulously.

Max shrugged, "I tried, but I couldn't keep anything down."

"Babe," Harvey said, scolding her, "I don't want you hurting yourself because of a silly fight."

"Well you're not any better," Max took in his dark circles and tired eyes, "You can't sleep without me?"

"You know I can only sleep if I know you're safe."

"Which is in your arms," Max said, leaning forward so that her head was tucked underneath his head.

"Which is in my arms," he said, agreeing with her, kissing her head.

"That's not an excuse for not sleeping, Harvey," her voice was mumbled, vibrating off of his collarbone.

"Is that a fact?"

"That better not be your smart mouth talking."

"Couldn't help myself, you make it too easy."

She smirked, which Harvey noticed, "Who said I was easy, Harvey?"

"Well when you put it that way, my dear, you seem to be one of the most complex and confusing person I have ever come across."

She pushed herself up, smiling at Harvey.

"That's better," she said, before giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. She untangled herself from the bed, moving towards the washroom. She stopped for a second; stretching her arms above her head as her went on her toes. Harvey couldn't help but look at Max's backside. Her light blue lacy panties were formed to her butt, and he couldn't help but lick his bottom lip. He's seen her rear more times than he could count, and every time he did, he loved it more and more. Max relaxed, and began walking into the washroom to check herself in the mirror. She unwravelled her hair from her bun, letting in cascade down her shoulders. The light was blinding as she rubbed her eyes, tired from the events that morning. Something hard scrapped her nose, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She pulled her hand away, inspecting what the hell caused that.

Max's heart stopped.

The first thing she thought it looked like was a rosebud. There was a round, brilliant diamond centre stone wrapped in smaller diamonds. It wasn't big, but it was detailed, and boy, did it sparkle. Her hand looked perfect with the ring now. She wanted so badly to give it back to Harvey, tell him that it was too much, that a small ring would suffice. Hell, even his love for her would be enough for Max. But there was no way in hell that this ring was on her finger. It couldn't be; not this specific ring.

Not the Jean Schlumberger Engagement Ring.

"Jesus," she whispered to herself, looking at the ring.

"No babe, Harvey," he told her from the bed.

"Yeah," she whispered, "Harvey freaking Specter," Max's other hand held her chest, making sure her heart stayed in place. She turned to 'Harvey freaking Specter', who was propped up with his arm underneath his body as he faced her sideways. She gave him that look, the one she always does when he's spent too much money on something that should have gone to better use. Harvey had a shit-eating grin on his face, and Max didn't know whether to punch him or straddle him.

"Oh, Harvey... It's," she breathed, smiling.

"It's..."

"You like?" He asked her.

She shook her head as she sucked in her cheeks, hiding her blush, "I will beat you one day, I swear."

He pouted as his eyes followed her out of the bathroom, her eyes narrow as if she was stalking her prey. Without warning, she pounced on him, wrestling with him as she straddled his waist. Harvey was also in a playful mood, and grasped both her hands with his, using his strength to wrestle her off. She squealed in delight as Harvey flipped her on the mattress, him over powering her. He quickly let go of her, his hands travelling to her stomach, with his fingers fluttering over her stomach. She giggled as she squirmed underneath his touch, her laugher uncontainable. She screeched as she grasped onto his wrists, trying to stop his attack on her. But Harvey was never one to let up, and began tickling her harder.

"Harvey... Stop!" She said in-between laughs. Harvey's head ducked down, just below her belly, and blew a raspberry into her stomach. She howled with laughter as her body scrunched together. Mercifully, Harvey stopped, his arms supporting himself as he hovered over his girl. Max began to relax, slightly breathing heavily, her cheeks flushing. She looked up at him, her features softening. Harvey's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her angelic face.

"What's wrong?" He whispered to her.

She pressed her lips together as her finger trailed the side of his face.

"I thought I'd never see you again," Max whispered, her voice cracking at the end.

Harvey's heart ached, "Babe, don't think like that-"

"It's all I can think about," she placed her hand on his chest, looking at the diamond ring.

"This, right here, is what I was thinking about. Running away from something that was so foolish, and at the wrong time. Running away from us, just because I was selfish," she looked into his eyes, where she saw the softness in his eyes, a very rare experience.

"I know you love me, Harvey Specter. I don't need to hear it. When I was in that room, and the gun was pointed at me... I couldn't help but think of my mother, never telling my father how she really felt. She really did love him, and she ran away, because she could never fix her relationship," her eyes began to water, "to this day it eats at my father, never hearing that he never got to hear my mom she loved him one last time. I kept thinking that if I died at that moment, not being able to tell you I love you again… you'd be devastated, and I was afraid you would never be able to recover, and I couldn't bear the thought of you living your life that way-"

"Max," he said softly, cutting her off. Max bit her bottom lip as she wiped her tears away.

"Hey," he said sternly, moving her hand so that he could wipe her tears, "You listen to me, Max. I'm not going anywhere. The scariest experience I have ever had was thinking that you were gone. To not have you in my life because someone took you away... it would kill me. But you're here. You're safe, Max. There is no one who is going to take me away from you," he cooed to her. She nodded, clearly still distraught.

"Come here," Harvey sat up, pulling Max up as well, shifting her on his lap with her legs on either side of him, "You can't think like that anymore. You're here, I'm here, and I will always be here, as long as you want me here. But I need to know that you'll be here, too. I'm not going to run," he pulled her chin up, so that their eyes would meet.

"Are you planning on leaving?" He asked her.

Max sighed, shaking her head, "I said yes, Harvey. That means I never want to leave you."

"Well then I'm not going anywhere, and you're not going anywhere, so stop worrying," he kissed her softly, "okay?"

He finally got a smile out of her, "Okay, babe."

"Good," he kissed her again, "Now stop sulking, Mrs. Specter."

Her eyes widened, "Missus?"

It just hit her then.

Holy shit, she thought, I'm getting married. I am marrying Harvey Specter.

Harvey fell to the other side of the mattress, "Sounds amazing, doesn't it?"

Max's eyes closed as she smiled, "Maxine Harris-Specter."

"Maxine Specter-Harris."

Her left eye opened, staring at him through the corner of her eye.

"Harris-Specter."

"Specter-Harris," Harvey elbowed her playfully.

She huffed, "We'll decide later."

There was a pause before Max's hand snaked over Harvey's hand on the bed.

"I'm marrying you," she whispered, almost in disbelief.

Harvey smiled, leaning towards her, kissing her head, "I'm marrying you."

"Yeah, but," Max got up, straddling his waist again, her legs on either side of Harvey, "I'm marrying Harvey Specter. The Harvey Specter. Senior Partner at Pearson Hardman. Man extraordinaire, and also the sexiest man I have ever laid my eyes on. How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?"

Harvey's eyebrows rose, "This is coming from Aphrodite herself, right?"

She smirked, leaning down, "Aphrodite has nothing on me."

"Now you're talking, babe."

"Not anymore."

She leaned down, kissing him deeply. Her hands travelled down his chest, each finger leaving a burning sensation through his shirt. Max's fingers curled around the hem of his shirt as she forced his shirt upwards. Harvey sat up completely, allowing Max to completely take off his shirt. Once it came off completely, her hands ravaged his torso. She hadn't felt him in so long, that he missed him dearly. The feel of his skin was like velvet under her fingers. Her hands felt at home on his body.

His tongue darted deeply into her mouth, emitting a moan from the woman in his lap. His hands rested on her hips from underneath the old Harvard shirt. He slowly started to push the shirt off, his hands grazing over her breasts as he broke off the kiss, pulling the shirt completely off her head. He looked down at her; the light blue lacy bra and panties set made her even more delectable. He ignored the bandage on her arm. He didn't want to be reminded of the events that happened earlier.

His lips came into contact with her neck, suckling her skin. Max gasped in surprise and pleasure, her hands clutching his hair. She craved him just as much as he wanted her. In response, her lower torso grinded against Harvey, causing the man to groan in pleasure.

Then, the doorbell rang.

"Ignore it," Harvey said, moving his lips lower down her chest, between her breasts.

"What... if it's... important?" She said between gasps.

"Just ignore it," he mumbled against her skin.

"Har...vey... You ne- need to... answer-r-oh... Oh..." She moaned as he suckled deeply between the two peaks. His hands were at her back, his fingers defly trying to rid Max of her bra. His tongue darted between the fabric and her skin, and Max sighed in content.

The doorbell rang again, causing Max to push against him.

"Come on," she said, leaning down to kiss the top of his head, her hands on the top of his arms, "Get the door before they ring again."

Harvey growled, taking in her almost naked body. He followed the lines of the blue lace with his eyes, his tongue darting out in anticipation.

"Screw it," Harvey said in a husky voice, his hands going towards her bottom, "They can wait. I have the most beautiful woman in my lap right now, so the world can burn for all I care."

"Harv-" she cut herself off with a gasp right after Harvey squeezed her bottom roughly. Oddly enough, Max became even more aroused; her hands clutched the top of his arms, her nails digging into his biceps. Harvey's hands slipped from her bottom to her stomach, his palm softly pushing her down to the mattress. He moved from underneath her to over her, hovering over her lower half. With a smile, he moved closer to her, and Max's breath quickened. What's he up to? Harvey's mouth hovered over her panties. With a look at Max, he smirked, grasping the hem of the fabric with his teeth. He began lifting it up, and she felt an odd breeze. Max's breath stopped altogether.

Oh, he's in a really playful mood.

The doorbell rang again, three times in a row.

"Oh my fucking God!" Harvey scowled, letting go of the panties and kissing just above Max's panty line before leaning over the bed to grab his shirt as he got off the bed. Walking out of the room, he made his way down the stairs and towards the door, looking back to see Max not in bed. He turned and walked towards the door. He peaked through the hole, huffing in frustration, as the door was unlocked. He swung it open, staring at his intrusion.

"Lieutenant," Harvey said, blocking the door.

Quentin Lowe smiled a Chesire smile at him, fully knowing what Harvey was up to not even a minute ago, "Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes."

"No," a voice from behind Harvey said. The man moved out of the way to see that Max had wriggled back into Harvey's Harvard shirt. Harvey also was thankful that Max put on one of Harvey's sweatpants. He didn't know what he would do if she came with just a shirt.

"You must be Lieutenant Lowe," she said, sticking out her hand.

"And you must be the brave Maxine Harris," Quentin responded to her, shaking her hand.

"You're here because…?" Harvey asked, before getting elbowed in the stomach by Max. He looked down just in time to see Max giving him a scolding look. She turned to Lowe, smiling sweetly at him.

"You must have questions, I presume?"

Quentin nodded, "May I come in? I'll be very brief."

Max nodded, shoving Harvey out of the way before moving out of the way herself. She moved towards the couches, where Lowe sat across the couple. Harvey's ankle rested on his opposite knee as his arms stretched over the back of the couch, his mood very frustrated; frustrated with Lowe, and also… other things. The woman sitting next to him kept a hand on his knee, her focus on the officer in front of her.

"Just a few questions, Miss Harris," Lowe said, flipping over a page, "it is Miss Harris, right? Not your father's last name?"

"Yes, but not for long," she smiled, looking at Harvey through the corner of her eye.

Instinctively, Lowe's eyes went to the ring around her finger.

"Wow," the man said, clearly stricken by the large diamond in the middle. He realized that the ring around her finger was a quarter of his yearly income, "congratulations, to the both of you."

"Thank you," she said, "You said quick questions."

"Yes I did," Lowe took out his pen, "Miss Harris, the events today were considered to be a passionate crime. In your years as a lawyer, you haven't accumulated any enemies?"

Where is this going?

"No, I've always had clients who were very grateful."

Her mind reeled in realization, remembering why Oliver Klades came after her, "But Harvey-"

"Don't," he whispered, afraid of Max thinking the same thing he was.

She turned to him, his face ashen and angry, "Babe?"

Harvey licked his lips, "A few bad clients. Rival lawyers too. But none that would be vicious."

"Oliver Klades wasn't vicious until he was provoked," Lowe told the couple.

"By the trial?" Max asked.

"By his lawyers."

The couple looked at each other, confusing written all over her face.

"We stopped representing Mister Klades after the trial finished."

Lowe shook his head, "He went to another law firm. McTurner Dennis, I believe-"

"McTurner Dennis?" Harvey's heart jumped into his throat as he asked in disbelief, "would the Dennis part come from Cameron Dennis?"

"Yes, the old district attorney," Lowe look at Harvey, who posture was stiff, "you know him?"

"That son of a bitch," he shot off the couch, running towards his cellphone.

"Harvey," she called out.

"I seem to be lost, Miss Harris," Lowe looked between the couple. Max turned to the officer.

"Max please. Miss Harris was a bubbly woman who certainly wasn't me," she said, looking at her crazy and angry lunatic, "Harvey is familiar with Cameron Dennis. If you really have to know, they aren't close anymore."

"Anymore?" Lowe raised an eyebrow.

Max sighed, leaning in closer of the officer in front of her.

"Harvey used to work for the D.A.'s office," Max told him, "Cameron was his mentor."

Quentin started to put the pieces together, "If Dennis has any bad blood with Harvey-"

"He does. Harvey ruined his career in the D.A.'s office, and when Cameron approached Harvey with an offer to join his firm, Harvey declined with a rather large 'fuck you', if you know what I mean."

She stopped, her eyes widening in realization.

"Max?" The bearded man asked the pale woman in front of him.

"Cameron wanted us to join the firm because he was going to screw us over. Since we would have never gone for it, he went for the alternative."

Lowe picked it up fast, "He used Klades."

"Cameron knew that Oliver was trying to seek revenge," Max said getting up, realizing that Harvey was on the upper level of the apartment, muttering something on the phone, "he must have made it worse. For the love of God, he was adding fuel to the fire. That's why he used Oliver to get past security at the office. He's been there so much, no one would have given it a second thought."

"No, you listen to me," Harvey's voice was loud and powerful, his body against the glass railing, looking directly at the two people on the lower floor, "I've put up with a lot of your bullshit Cameron, but you tell me right now whether or not you took Oliver Klades as a client."

There was a pause.

"Don't you lie to me. I am not to be lied to right now, Cameron."

"Mr. Specter, just to remind you this is abstruction of justice if you continue to have that conversation," Lowe said towards the man on the upper level.

Harvey flipped him the bird.

Lowe's eyebrows shot up just as Max put her hands up in defense.

"Don't think of it. He's angry."

The Lieutenant's lips were in a thin line.

"This isn't a fucking joke, Cameron! Max was shot!"

"Harvey," she pleaded with him, "Babe, hang up the phone."

"The next time I see you, I will kick your ass. Pray to every God out there that I don't kill you."

"Harvey!" Max shouted.

With reluctance, Harvey ended the call, shoving it in his pocket. His breathing was heavy, and his anger got the best of him. Harvey ended up punching a picture frame on the wall, the glass giving a horrible sound as it shattered at his fist.

Max gave a look to Lowe, something along the lines of 'you-need-to-get-the-fuck-out-before-he-ends-up-punching-a-window'. Quickly, he gave a nod before exiting the quiant home. Max sprinted up the stairs as the Lieutenant was leaving, hearing more things break as she went up the stairs. She got to the top, just in time to see Harvey sit on the bed, breathing heavily, with his elbows on his knees as his head was in his hands. His knucles were covered in blood.

"Babe," she said. She stuck her head in the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it, she ended up sitting in front of him on the floor. She reached out to his hands, having them both in front of her. She took the right one, the one that was worse, and began cleaning it.

"He was my mentor," Harvey croaked.

"I know," she whispered.

"How could he do this?" He asked her, his voice pleading.

"People change, Harvey. You need to let him go," Max was carefully checking for glass in his hand.

"But he was my mentor-"

"What did you tell Mike?" She stopped, placing her hands on her lap.

"Max," he reasoned.

She wouldn't let up, "What did you tell Mike when he was defending Trevor?"

The brunette lawyer ran a hand over his face, hiding the pain in his knuckles.

"He was an anchor."

She looked up at him, her lips pressed together.

He threw his hands up in the air.

"Okay, okay, I get it," he gave his hands back to Max, "He's weighing me down. I can't let him weigh me down. But the audacity of that prick trying to get at me by using you... I swear, I could strangle him. No one should ever put their hands on you Max. No one should ever harm someone so amazing and precious like you. I could punch out all his teeth, break his legs, and kick his throat in, and that still wouldn't be enough."

Max smiled, going back to fixing his hands.

"I love you too, Harvey."

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