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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... )
"Time 'zit," he mumbled, taking the coffee without question (who would question beautiful, beautiful caffeine?) and trying to focus enough to find his phone or another clock.
"Seven twenty-three," Harvey said, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers. "It seems you did put the time into that brief after all--sleeping where you fall is a trait of lawyers, doctors, and soldiers, so I suppose we'll have to call you a Harvard man after all."
"Shit," Mike said, sitting upright and ignoring the hundred little twinges that immediately plagued him, "I need to, dammit, a shower and my spare suit from the dry cleaner, oh crap that meeting's at nine--"
Harvey stepped closer and pushed the mug Mike was holding up to his lips, effectively silencing him. "You know where the shower is," he said. "Ray is picking up your suit, and he'll be picking you up from here promptly in thirty-five minutes. You are allowed to be fifteen minutes late today, and that's only because there were no typos in your work and I'm feeling inexplicably generous."
He smiled, and it wasn't mocking. Mike felt like he'd just heard him speak another language, like Cantonese or Hebrew or some other one Mike couldn't read and immediately recall. Instead he just nodded, because what the fuck else was there to say. He accidentally let his eyes stray southward, to find Harvey's feet encased in their familiar black Oxfords. When he snapped his gaze upward, feeling the awful flush that was the curse of his skin tone form on his face, Harvey's smile widened into a grin and he tipped the glass back up to Mike's lips again.
"You better hurry, Mike," he said, the low rumble of his voice filling the space between them despite being barely louder than a murmur. "It's not every day your boss gives you a pass for good behaviour."
As Mike was walking to the bathroom, loosening his tie, he thought that it wasn't every day Harvey let him look his fill of the man, unbound and unbuttoned. Mike never thought of himself as a lucky man, but he might just change his mind today.
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i absolutely love this. padawan learner-sexual tension-hot for teacher might be the best encapsulation of the harvey/mike relationship i've heard yet, and the image of harvey doing yoga is just disturbingly attractive. as is everything about harvey, i suppose. but, oh my god, toes and harvey shushing mike with his mug and mike getting caught staring and ughghhghhh i love how you wrote their back and forth so much. i particularly love harvey's fondness, just implied in the way he lets mike catch a few minutes of sleep, and plies him with coffee, and lets him stay for just a little while longer.
this is all to say that i am a creeper and that i love you and i will be waiting eagerly to read more of this.
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