Fanfic: Feeding the Puppy
Title- Feeding the Puppy
Fandom- Suits
Ship- Harvey/Mike
Rating- G
Genre- preslash, fluff
Warnings- unbetaed
Wordcount- 434
Disclaimer- I do not own Suits.
Summary- Harvey's not affected by Mike's puppy-dog eyes. Really.
A/N- written for a prompt here at suitsmeme: Sure, Harvey seems like your average, hot shot ice prince, but he's actually a sucker for Mike's puppy eyes. Any scenario the author wants - something sexual, something cute, whatever - where Harvey gives Mike what he wants after Mike makes a kicked puppy face. Bonus if Mike is adorably oblivious to it all.
“Come on, Harvey, it’s the last bag!” Mike complains as Donna hands Harvey the bag of chips he sent her to get from the snack machine at the office. They’re cool ranch Doritos, Harvey’s favorite. And apparently, Mike’s too.
“You wouldn’t be doing this if it were any other Senior Partner,” Donna says to Mike, her arms crossed. “Just suck it up, be a good little boy, and get your second choice.”
“You cut in front of me!” Mike accuses, glaring at her. Donna just smirks and goes back to her desk. Mike sighs and turns back to Harvey. “Come on, please?”
“No,” Harvey replies simply. He opens the bag and pulls out a chip, taunting Mike as he eats it. Mike’s got this hurt, desperate look on his face like he’s a starving puppy Harvey just kicked after dangling food in its face. “Just get something else,” Harvey advises practically.
“But it’s the only thing I like!”
“And the only thing I like,” Harvey says, taking out another chip. He eats them slowly, making sure Mike knows exactly how much he’s enjoying them. When he looks up at Mike to taunt him, he’s forced to pause by the look on Mike’s face. It’s this wide-eyed puppy-dog look that’s so clearly pleading that Harvey actually feels a little bit guilty.
“Please, Harvey?” Mike begs, and there’s just a little quiver in his voice. Harvey can’t look away from Mike’s big blue eyes, even though he really wants to right now. He curses silently, thinking that he’s closed deals with hundreds of people’s jobs on the line without any concern, so how exactly did he get to the point where he feels guilty over a bag of chips?
“Just one chip?” Mike completes the image of a begging puppy by tilting his head to the side and holding up one finger. Harvey could swear that his lower lip is stuck out just a bit.
“Fine,” Harvey snaps, and holds the bag out for Mike to take one. The kid’s face splits into such a bright grin it’s pathetic, and Harvey feels embarrassed for him.
“Thank you!” Mike cries, and he picks just one chip from the bag and pops it into his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning in pleasure at the taste. Harvey scowls at his desk. He just knows that he’ll never be able to say no to Mike when he gives him that pleading puppy look. At least Mike doesn’t seem to realize the power he now has over Harvey; as long as he stays oblivious, Harvey might still stand a chance.
Fandom- Suits
Ship- Harvey/Mike
Rating- G
Genre- preslash, fluff
Warnings- unbetaed
Wordcount- 434
Disclaimer- I do not own Suits.
Summary- Harvey's not affected by Mike's puppy-dog eyes. Really.
A/N- written for a prompt here at suitsmeme: Sure, Harvey seems like your average, hot shot ice prince, but he's actually a sucker for Mike's puppy eyes. Any scenario the author wants - something sexual, something cute, whatever - where Harvey gives Mike what he wants after Mike makes a kicked puppy face. Bonus if Mike is adorably oblivious to it all.
“Come on, Harvey, it’s the last bag!” Mike complains as Donna hands Harvey the bag of chips he sent her to get from the snack machine at the office. They’re cool ranch Doritos, Harvey’s favorite. And apparently, Mike’s too.
“You wouldn’t be doing this if it were any other Senior Partner,” Donna says to Mike, her arms crossed. “Just suck it up, be a good little boy, and get your second choice.”
“You cut in front of me!” Mike accuses, glaring at her. Donna just smirks and goes back to her desk. Mike sighs and turns back to Harvey. “Come on, please?”
“No,” Harvey replies simply. He opens the bag and pulls out a chip, taunting Mike as he eats it. Mike’s got this hurt, desperate look on his face like he’s a starving puppy Harvey just kicked after dangling food in its face. “Just get something else,” Harvey advises practically.
“But it’s the only thing I like!”
“And the only thing I like,” Harvey says, taking out another chip. He eats them slowly, making sure Mike knows exactly how much he’s enjoying them. When he looks up at Mike to taunt him, he’s forced to pause by the look on Mike’s face. It’s this wide-eyed puppy-dog look that’s so clearly pleading that Harvey actually feels a little bit guilty.
“Please, Harvey?” Mike begs, and there’s just a little quiver in his voice. Harvey can’t look away from Mike’s big blue eyes, even though he really wants to right now. He curses silently, thinking that he’s closed deals with hundreds of people’s jobs on the line without any concern, so how exactly did he get to the point where he feels guilty over a bag of chips?
“Just one chip?” Mike completes the image of a begging puppy by tilting his head to the side and holding up one finger. Harvey could swear that his lower lip is stuck out just a bit.
“Fine,” Harvey snaps, and holds the bag out for Mike to take one. The kid’s face splits into such a bright grin it’s pathetic, and Harvey feels embarrassed for him.
“Thank you!” Mike cries, and he picks just one chip from the bag and pops it into his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning in pleasure at the taste. Harvey scowls at his desk. He just knows that he’ll never be able to say no to Mike when he gives him that pleading puppy look. At least Mike doesn’t seem to realize the power he now has over Harvey; as long as he stays oblivious, Harvey might still stand a chance.