A/N: This is potentially going to be a series of little ficlets centering around Darvey through other character's perspectives. Hope you enjoy! Please leave a review if you like this idea, and if you have any suggestions for who next I should base it around.

International House of Scottie

Scottie had spent the night at Harvey's and was now reaping the benefit of his massive kitchen. She woke up before him and was now plating some pancakes she had just prepared on a white plate with strawberries and blueberries on the side. She smirked successfully at her food, not believing the turnaround of the past 24 hours. She had come back into town on a case that she secretly only took to play against Harvey, because she knew, just like her pancakes, a Specter v. Scott case comes with a side of sex.

"Morning." Harvey semi yawned as he entered his kitchen and Dana smiled as she turned around to greet him. "Morning handsome, coffee?" She asked as she poured him a cup and set it on the table, where Harvey just sat down.

"Didn't realize I was getting the special scottie treatment." Harvey teased as he took a sip of coffee. He frowned slightly into his cup, unsure what was lacking from the cup she'd brewed, when Scottie kissed the top of his head and cradled it slightly between her hands.

"Hmm, hope you're hungry Specter because you certainly worked up an appetite." She teased into his ear, as she bit his earlobe and placed the plate of waffles in front of him.

Harvey chuckled slightly at her words, and leaned into the pecks she was placing on the side of his neck when his phone suddenly rang. She felt more than saw Harvey's attention stray to it, as she tried nudging him back into the present time by running her hands all over his shoulders. "Harvey, ignore it." she purred into his ear as she licked the shell of ear seductively. The phone was still ringing and Scottie glanced down to see it was Donna, his secretary, calling.

"I can't its work." At least his voice sounded apologetic, Dana sighed and let him go as she kept her hands to herself.

Scottie was trying not to feel annoyed at the interruption. Because she understood, work comes first. After all, that's what made her special, different from the others.

Harvey went on to his balcony to take the call and Scottie tried to remember that he only did that because they were still working on opposing cases, not because he's hiding anything crucial or personal from her.

But his shoulders were lax in relaxation mode and his grin was a little too wide, reminiscent of the boyish grin she was familiar with, but something about it was different. It held a touch of softness that she'd never seen before. And Scottie found herself trying to pretend she didn't hear him utter the words ``No, nothing in particular", as he closed the sliding door, that must've referred her as trivial compared to what Donna had to tell him. Scottie swallowed down the feeling of insignificance.

Donna must've been giving him good news about his latest case. That had to be the reason why there was a twinkle in his eyes that made him look ten years younger, right? It had to be his obsession with winning one over her, and not winning over the redhead. Scottie looked down at her stack of pancakes that she made Harvey and felt slightly foolish for making herself this comfortable in his bachelor penthouse. She looked down at her sleeve with his monogrammed initials and ran a thumb over it. She wondered if she'd ever be branded as his fully.

She scoffed at the thought of that. Now that was an incredibly unfeminist thought for her. Besides, she wasn't ready to be seen as anyone's just yet anyways. And Harvey wasn't either. She also knew that Harvey Specter would not dick around with her emotions, not consciously, and that he truly was hers… at least for now.

When Harvey slid the door back open to rejoin her inside, sans phone on his ear, his smile was directed back at her. He moved on over to her, and placed his hands around her waist, bringing her closer to him. She smirked confidently at him, glad they were both back on the same page now. She teasingly brought her hand to brush his groin, earning her a slight hitch of his breath from him, but instead of reaching his nether region, she let her forearm graze it slightly as she reached for a strawberry on her now abandoned plate of food, and place the strawberry between the small space that rested between their heads.

Harvey frowned at the piece of fruit like it was personally offending him. He seemed hesitant.

"What, you don't like strawberries? They're a sensual fruit you know." Scottie teased, about to wrap her lips around the strawberry to drive her point home, when Harvey plucked it out of her arm and put it back on the plate. Dana pouted slightly at the rejection of her moves.

Instead of offering an explanation, Harvey pounced on her neckline, ravishing her with open mouthed kisses as he worked his way down her clavicle and chest area.

"Guess we don't need help in that department." Scottie moaned as Harvey quickly and skillfully placed her up on his kitchen island, without ever disconnecting his mouth off her.

"Fruits overrated anyway" Scottie added between pants as she leaned back to give Harvey better access to her.

"Shut up about the fruit already." Harvey murmured as he placed his lips feverishly on hers, as if he was ready to devour her and erase all her thoughts with one kiss. Scottie gladly obliged.