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New rounds will open at suits_meme Round Two now has an overflow post, all new fills should be posted there. Incomplete fills can still be posted here.
Round Two is officially closed. Round Three will open on Sunday. Feel free to continue posting fills.
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He waited for an hour.
But maybe if he just waited another half hour, maybe--
Mike shook his head, sitting back on the ledge, his hands folded in his lap. It wasn’t going to be any use, waiting longer. Harvey was probably busy. He felt his throat clench slightly as he took in a breath. Was he gonna cry about it? No! He shook his head; no, no, he wasn’t gonna cry about it...
It had been a year.
He had known Harvey for over three years now, but this day last year, Harvey had him against a wall after some shenanigans at a Christmas party. Sure, it wasn’t romantic, but it didn’t have to be, not for Mike, and it definitely did not have to be for Harvey. Of course, it started romantically, with the cliché stealing glances, light touches to backs, touching fingers together that lingered all too long when trading coffee. Now that he thought of it all like that, it sounded like something from a romance novel. Stupid, but Mike’s heart rose slightly with the thought.
Their first night together they spent the whole night together, and the morning after,honestly much to Mike’s surprise, Harvey made him breakfast. Harvey didn’t say anything in particular about what their relationship would be after that, and they never did since. Harvey didn’t really like to put words to things and make them clichés, so, instead, he drove Mike home. At first, Mike had been devastated; he knew he shouldn’t have expected anything better from Harvey, should have expected friends-with-benefits and not-a-word-of-this-at-work-unless-I-initiate, the whole slew of excuses like that. That wasn’t the case. Harvey had reached over as they pulled to the curb and taken Mike’s hand, laced their fingers together and said simply, “Grab your things quickly. Ray has the rest of the week off for Holidays.”
Running upstairs, he grabbed a duffle bag and crammed as much as he could into it with a grin on his face so large his cheeks hurt.
As soon as restaurants opened back up after Christmas, Harvey took him out, running up a food bill that was alone nearly seven hundred dollars, and said for him to not worry about it, because he could cover it all himself. He then took him to see René, because, seriously, Mike? You need more proper suits and less skinny ties.
A year.
A whole year.
Mike cradled his head in his hands. Sure, he understood that sometimes Harvey was busy; hell, sometimes Mike was too busy as well. But it was their one year anniversary and--
Sniffing, Mike laughed at himself. Maybe he really shouldn’t have expected this from Harvey, to actually be there for their anniversary date. He had just wanted this so much that he was blinded by what he expected from Harvey for who Harvey really was. He sighed. Time to go home.
The walk home was short, and he tucked into himself. They lived together now in Harvey’s two-story apartment, and he was sure that if he just went home and went to bed that Harvey would be there eventually.
It was strange though, he thought as he walked down the hall to their apartment, as Harvey had been the one to suggest their one-year anniversary date for tonight, when and where. He supposed he had just gotten caught up in work or something similar. God, this sounded like something out of a bad movie; he laughed to himself, unlocking the door and stepping inside. He toed off his shoes at the entrance and let his coat fall off his shoulders, hanging it up in the closet to the side. He stood still a moment in the dark of the coat room, just eying his coat. Was this what he wanted? He turned out of the coat room, nodding to himself - he wanted Harvey. With his body and his metaphorical heart, he wanted Harvey. He just wasn’t sure that Harvey wanted him.
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He whipped around suddenly, having jolted in surprise, and he couldn’t believe his eyes.
The furniture was all rearranged around the dimly lit room, and in the middle of the opening between the couches, there stood a real Christmas pine tree that had to be at least seven feet tall, shimmering with gold and silver tinsel, even topped off with a silver star. There were presents littered under the tree, all of which he knew would be for him, and, in the middle of it all, Harvey was standing with his hands in front, his shirt messily undone and his shirt sleeves rolled up above the elbows haphazardly, and Mike felt tears prick at his eyes.
It was a long, long moment before Mike even tried to wrangle up words, but all that ended up coming out of his mouth was the beginning of sentences that didn’t even have correct sentence structure, let alone real words, and all that was coming from Harvey were steps towards him, arms around his waist, smirking lips at his forehead for a gentle kiss.
When he pulled back, he let out a laugh; “Are you crying?”
“No,” was all Mike could manage, and Harvey was smiling and wiping at the corners of his eyes, wiping away the tears that were on the verge of spilling over. After a long moment, still kind of starstruck, Mike shook his head and gripped Harvey’s arms lightly, looking at him. “You didn’t show up. Why?”
“I had to get you out of the place for a while,” he said, stepping aside so that he could raise a hand and gesture towards the Christmas tree and presents, none of which had been there before. Mike just held his pout, and, sucking in a breath, he turned and clung onto Harvey, who just laughed a soft, “Whoa there, tiger,” and hugging him back, arms low on him. Pulling back, Mike moved in for a kiss, because, all he wanted was Harvey.
“Happy anniversary, Mike.”
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"Pulling back, Mike moved in for a kiss, because, all he wanted was Harvey."
I love that so much! Aww.
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