A/N: Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Here's a special fluffy chapter just for y'all! Now down to business... From here on, we'll be skipping major events, and possibly skirting the chronological order of things. Trust me. Just go with it. There's too much to get out there if we keep to! Also, this is probably not the best chapter... I just couldn't make it happen... I also apologize for the lame title of this chapter. ... But either way lol... Enjoy:*

"Morning, Donna," Mike grinned as he passed her into Harvey's office; she smiled and continued on with her work as though he was never there. "Morning, Harvey." His happy demeanor never slacking as he approached the lawyer's desk.

"You're in a surprisingly good mood." He noted, not looking up, mirroring Donna's reaction from before.

"Yeah, well, I had a surprisingly good night."

"Oh?" Suspicious. Their night had been full of drama...

"Mhm," he shrugged, letting the subject drop. "Got anything for me today?"

Harvey looked up then, eyeing him over. He didn't look high... "When will you be ready to pass a drug test?"

"A little over a week, I guess. The last time I smoked was the night before the interview." He grinned at the memory. Oh, what an interview it had been.

Harvey nodded, thinking to himself. "Then you can get started on these." He passed a stack of papers over the desk which Mike took appreciatively. When he didn't leave, he looked up again. "Yes?"

"I don't know how to fill these out."

Sighing, Harvey took them back. "I have a meeting; I'll show what to do when I get back." From outside the office, Donna raised an eyebrow. "In the meantime, stay low, keep out of trouble. Got it?"

"Got it." Mike saluted. He really was in a good mood. "Oh, and Harvey?" He asked, stepping around the desk to lean down in front of him. "Thank you." He whispered, giving a subtle, feather of a kiss to his cheek. Harvey stiffened, but he nodded in acknowledgement. "I'm serious." He muttered; face still impossibly close to his new boss'. Harvey didn't move. He was frozen. "I'll talk to you after your meeting."

"Ask someone else for help." The voice was hard.

"What?"

"You heard me."

He was making as calm of an escape as he could when Donna grabbed him, dragging him into her cubicle and shoving him back so he was half lying on her desk in attempt to not fall over.

"You idiot." She scolded. "Go back in there."

Mike was dumbfounded as he stared at the redhead. "What? Why? He basically just said not to talk to him today."

"He's angry."

"Yes, I can see that."

She rolled her eyes. "He's not angry-angry," she shook her head, irritated. "He's hurt-angry. Why would you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Kiss him!" She stage whispered, looking around to make sure no one heard. "I know you two have a history, and I know it ended badly. So after everything he's doing for you, why would you go and pull something like that?"

Honestly, he didn't know. He'd just been in such a good mood this morning – mostly because Harvey had brought him back to where they'd met, even if it had been a more melancholy experience – and Harvey had looked amazing in his suit – as usual – and he was just so grateful and it just sort of happened. His mistake was beginning to set in though. "Harvey doesn't get hurt." He argued, fixing his suit and leaning back on the desk again. "He gets even."

Donna smirked. "That he does. And this is what you're going to do. You're going to go in there, and you're going to take whatever he dishes out, and let him kick and scream and have whatever meltdown he needs to for you guys to get over this. You're never going to be able to work together if you're both tiptoeing around and ignoring your issues."

"Donna, we're not together..."

"But you were, were you not?" The length of their relationship had never been discussed, but Donna knew. Donna always knew. And the thing Donna knew most was Harvey. And Harvey didn't have to say anything for her to just know.

He nodded, looking down, suppressing the wave of emotion he felt. Well it had been a good morning. It could still be salvageable – but that, he supposed, was really up to Harvey.

"Just don't hurt him again." She said quietly, some unreadable emotion in her eyes, and the promise that this time, he'd have her to deal with.

Slowly, he walked back into the office, closing the door behind him.

"I'm busy." Harvey growled with a locked jaw, not bothering to look up. For all he knew, Jessica had just walked in. Alas, it wasn't Jessica. Mike's hand was on his desk, pressing the button that closed the blinds across the glass wall of his office, and turning off the intercom on the phone, making sure they had complete privacy.

"I'm sorry." Mike muttered, reclaiming his spot on Harvey's desk. The man still wouldn't look at him. This wouldn't do. Hesitantly, he reached out a hand and pulled Harvey's chin up, forcing him to look at him, and for once, that carefully maintained mask was cracking. Beneath the hard layers of stone cold don't-give-a-damn, there was betrayal. Mike knew it was because of him. He didn't realize what he was doing until it was too late to take it back. He'd just gotten so wound up in the emotion. He was leaning in, and then their lips met. Gently, briefly, and the lawyer didn't kiss back. Mike righted himself, but didn't take away his hand. Harvey's eyes burned into his, and although they looked blisteringly angry, they also begged a silent question. Knowing he was about to risk everything, Mike took a deep breath and crawled into Harvey's lap, facing him, hands on his shoulders, and rested his cheek against the older man's. "It sucks missing you, you know that?"

Harvey's hands didn't leave the arms of the chair, which he seemed to be trying to break. His knuckles were white, and his fingers pressed into the hard material. "Then why'd you do it?" The question wasn't angry or sad, it just was.

"It hurt to be with you, Harvey. I couldn't handle it anymore." He pulled back to rest his forehead against the other's. "You didn't want anyone to know, and even when we were alone you wouldn't give me anything." His grip tightened, creasing the expensive material of dress shirt. "I was in love with you." His voice cracked here, lost in the painful memories. "And you barely noticed."

Harvey shook his head, trying to rid himself of the guilt he was suddenly filled with. "It would still be that way. If we were together now, no one could know. They wouldn't let you be my associate."

"I get that." He whispered. "I don't want to work for anyone else." With another deep, settling breath, he leaned the tiny bit forward that he needed to for their lips to touch again. He needed to know what would happen. Would he finally let go and kiss back, even if they wouldn't be together? Would he push him away, fire him? He needed to know. He couldn't go on the way they were.

His prayers were answered when Harvey's hands wrapped around him, pulling him closer and his lips parted easily, granting Mike access to his mouth. It was a slow kiss, gentle, unsure. When Mike finally broke it, both of their heads were spinning and their hearts were pounding wildly in their chests as if trying to escape the cage that was their ribs.

"I'm sorry." Harvey helped Mike turn to that he was leaning back on him. It occurred to him that he had a perfectly good couch that would be much more comfortable in this situation, but he couldn't bring himself to end the moment – even if it was just to take a few steps. "We can't go back though, Mike. I know you don't want that again and I can't give you anything else."

Mike nodded. He sighed; eyes closed, and tilted his head to fit in the crook of the man's neck. "We can not go back later then." He decided. "Can I have you right now?" He didn't know where all the confidence came from. Maybe it was because at some point in time, Harvey had said yes. And at some point in time, it had been Harvey asking him that same question. He couldn't let him down now. Not after everything they'd been through.

He nodded into his shoulder, planting a kiss on it as he wrapped his arms tighter around him. "You know I cared about you. I cared about you a damn lot." He chuckled, kissing him again. "You'd be an idiot not to see that."

"I needed to hear it."

"I showed you, everyday."

"I needed to hear it, Harvey." He let out a breath, trying to keep his head. "You showed me a lot of things, but I needed to know I wasn't just seeing what I wanted to see, I needed you to give me just that tiny bit of effort and just let me know." He let his eyes slip closed again, and drew lazy circles on the back of Harvey's hand.

"I'm sorry." He said again, knowing that even if he could say it now, it was too late anyway. It wouldn't change anything.

Mike nodded, trying to push away the hurt that filled him. "I'm moving back into my Gram's place, in case you need to find me. It hasn't sold yet so..."

"You're selling your Gram's house?"

"She's in a home now." He shrugged, turning his face away so that Harvey couldn't see the emotion there.

Why hadn't this come up before?

"It's not a big deal, she just needs extra help and I'm not home enough to give it to her." He shrugged again, deciding not to bother him with the details. He probably didn't care anyway.

Harvey nodded, understanding. They'd talk about it when he was ready. Right then, when they were in such a rocky place, was definitely not the time. "I'd like to pay her a visit if you don't mind."

Mike couldn't hide the smile the words brought to his face. He turned around in the chair again and resumed the kiss where they'd left off, knowing full well the consequences it would bring, and not caring about it in the slightest.

"Oh, and Mike?" They pulled away from each other, slightly. "I missed you, too..."

There was a minutes silence as they both took in the words. It wasn't like Harvey to ever admit that, and Mike sure as hell wasn't expecting him to – or even for him to acknowledge it, let alone feel it.

"Donna was expecting you to flip out when I came in here."

"I take it back, I didn't miss you." But he didn't try to push him away. Instead, he brought their lips back together again, and pulled Mike so that he was securely in his lap with his arms tight around his neck.