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New rounds will open at suits_meme.
Round One is officially closed. Round Two will open on Wednesday morning. Feel free to continue posting fills.
Refer to the Rules before posting a prompt.
Direct any of your concerns to the Mod Post.
I'll be archiving prompts (both ( Read more... )
Harvey gradually opens his eyes, heavy with exhaustion after three days without sleep. He turns his head a fraction to look at Mike, and it's--almost like looking at a reflection, the way Mike mirrors Harvey’s posture. Sitting against the balcony railing, shoulders slouched, head leaned back. A glass of bourbon between his knees, a cigarette hanging from the tips of his fingers. Tie loosened, suit disheveled. Mike looks relaxed and in his element in a way Harvey's never really seen before.
He looks down to see ash scattered carelessly over the tip of Mike's shoe. "What," he says tiredly.
Mike is appraising him with a strange intensity, a brightness in his eyes despite the bruises beneath them. "I said, open your mouth."
I'm really getting too old for this shit, Harvey thinks. He sighs, mildly annoyed. "Look, if this is one of your childish things-"
And suddenly Mike is very much in his personal space, a thin hand braced on his shoulder. "Mike, what-" Harvey shifts back instinctively, but Mike holds firm.
"Let me do this, okay?" And while Mike's grip is sure, warmth cutting through the New York chill, his eyes are still young. Still hesitant.
Harvey stares back, and remembers the time when Mike stood furiously in his office, demanding his trust and loyalty. Silently, he gives his permission, watching warily as Mike takes a long, deep drag of nicotine. The scent of menthol sharpens the air between them, and Mike's gaze drops down to Harvey's mouth.
Inhaling through his nose, Harvey lifts his chin, like he's preparing himself for a court appearance. And slowly, willfully, he parts his lips.
Mike lowers his lashes, smiling secretively. Then he leans forward, until they're barely an eighth of an inch apart, and releases a steady stream of smoke into Harvey's mouth. Harvey breathes in the bitter taste, drawing it inside, letting it fill his lungs. Like he's taking a part of Mike and keeping it safe. The intimacy of it shakes him too deeply, and right when he brings up a hand to distance himself from his associate, Mike presses his lips together and sits back on his heels. His expression is open and fond and knowing.
"Thank you," he says softly. A pause, before he gets up to gather his things and leaves, quietly shutting the front door behind him.
Harvey exhales.
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I love the way Harvey's kind of taking stock here, looking at Mike and finding a vision of himself, or maybe something more. The way Mike just seems so confident, at ease, actually commanding Harvey to open his mouth so that he can... Oh that was sexy. I can just imagine Harvey trying to pretend it never happened, but thinking about it whenever he gets hot and bothered-- practically flashing back to it whenever he sees Mike with a cigarette.
Thanks for filling this. This was so good!
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I HAVE NO WORDS FOR HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS.
(and how pissed I am that LJ has kept it away for me this long. WHY, LJ, WHY.)
BUT OMG. OMG. Not only is this scorching hot, but your writing is absolutely fantastic. This is a 'mini-fill' but your word choice is so precise and the images are so concise, it doesn't seem short at all. There's no exposition, we're dropped completely in the middle of the scene, but you conveyed an emotional backstory to it that was just... I don't know how to describe it, I just want to read everything you've written ever.
AND DID I MENTION IT WAS HOT? Because (And slowly, willfully, he parts his lips.) it was hot.
In conclusion: I LOVE THIS YOU THIS.
LOVE, PROMPTER!ANON.
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