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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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Mike frowns, and Harvey nods at her. "We're not just here for coffee, are we?" he asks slowly as they're led to a table up the back beneath a giant painting of sunflowers. There's a small square of paper in the corner that says Greeting the Morning - John Christensen, $1400. It's not really that good, Mike thinks. He doesn't say it.
"They have great coffee here," Harvey says, and it's not what Mike was asking but it answers his question anyway.
It also raises a hundred more, though, and there wouldn't even be enough time in the day to get through them all.
"Two lattes, thanks," Harvey tells the waitress as they sit at ninety degrees to each other on the plush red bench that lines the walls of the café.
"Shouldn't we be at work?" Mike asks, shifting to get comfortable.
"It's fine. This is work."
Mike raises his eyebrows. "How exactly is this work?"
"Don't worry, Michael, you're with me. It's work."
Mike promptly clamps his mouth shut and forgets everything he wanted to say. Harvey already has so much control over him, it's hardly fair that he can also use Mike's full name against him, on top of all that. It doesn't even make sense. This is ridiculous.
"If we're going for nicknames," Mike eventually says, "shouldn't I have something to call you? Like Harv? Harvster? Speccy?"
There's a slightly uncomfortable silence, then Harvey looks at him plainly. "No."
"Gee, tough crowd," Mike quips but Harvey's expression doesn't falter. "Okay, yeah," he gives, "Sorry about that." He smiles sheepishly as the waitress puts their coffees down in front of them.
Harvey quickly takes a sip, but Mike doesn't miss the way his lips turn up at the corners first.
"I should have gone with something more classy, like Evangeline."
Harvey pulls the mug away from his mouth and laughs for all of two seconds. He dabs at his lips with a napkin, then shakes his head and grins, leaning back against the wall. He exhales slowly and closes his eyes.
Mike finds he desperately wants to lick Harvey's jaw. Crap.
"So," Mike starts, breaking the silence (as a way to distract himself from Harvey's jawline, if we're being honest). "Why are we getting coffee?" (It's a weak distraction. Flimsy at best.)
Harvey opens his eyes and frowns. He sits forward. "Do we need a reason to-" Apparently that's not the answer he wants to go with, and he starts again. "Because I want to."
Mike squeezes the mug on the table between his palms, reveling in every wave of warmth that crashes over into his skin. "And why with me?"
Harvey sighs. Shrugs. Gives Mike that look he normally reserves for Mike-you-need-to-learn-your-shit times. "Because you were free," he finally offers.
"Damn," Mike says. His heart (stupidly) won't stop accelerating. "And here I thought it was my irresistible charm and conversational skills."
"Never," Harvey smirks, licking his lips before navigating the coffee to them again.
Mike watches Harvey drink until it ventures into The Realm Of Awkwardly Long Stares. He blinks and looks away, but his attempts to conceal his extended gaze are futile from the minute they're conceived, and he gets caught out. As he picks up his mug, his ears feel hot, but Harvey just stares right back.
Strangely, Mike suddenly realises, this feels like he's being courted.
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