Pairing: Mike Ross/Harvey Specter
Genre/Tags: AU - Gender Changes, Successful!Mike, Ficlet Collection, Developing Relationship

Notes: Well, hi, yes...I kinda caved and wrote more of this 'verse. Um. I do have an actual sequel to "Victory" that is like a few paragraphs from being done. I'm sorta suffering from performance anxiety from the amount of positive feedback I got for "Victory", though, so I'm holding on to that story for a while.

Meanwhile, have a few ficlets I couldn't fit into the sequel in progress, because I've fast-forwarded here. I don't know how updates will be: I've only got two snippets written so far, and they're both posted now. I don't want to leave anyone waiting for too long on an update that might not come, so I've gonna keep this story as "complete" as I go. Each drabble could be the last, so...yeah :,D

Again: so, so new to writing Suits fics! English still isn't my first language, and I still haven't got a beta.

Also, I recommend reading "Victory" first, but you can probably skip it if you want. But yeah.

Enjoy! :,D

Title from the song "All time high" by Rita Coolidge, from the James Bond movie Octopussy.

"All I wanted was a sweet distraction for an hour or two.
Had no intention to do the things we've done.
Funny how it always goes with love, when you don't look, you find.
But then we're two of a kind, we move as one."
- All Time High, Rita Coolidge, Octopussy

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I invited you to the dark side, because we have cookies (and cheese), but…

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After four straight hours of finding squat, Harvey caves and accepts Mike's earlier offer to help finish up after she came over and he still wasn't done, on the condition of a signed confidentially agreement. When Mike's pile of briefs is three times the size of his own after just a few hours, and she's not only found the glitch he was looking for, but formed a new strategy to attack the problem with to boot. Harvey blinks, before he looks out into his living room and glares at nothing.

"I am extremely pissed off at the world right now," he declares, frowning, because his own associate had been close to breaking into tears when Harvey had attempted to foist all the files off his way. In the end Harvey's refusal to let an idiot mess up their case by spreading snot all over the files, all the while being unreliable in a nervous breakdown, won out.

Which is why he's here, on a Saturday night, in the company of a woman who can not only deep throat, but also quote entire Star Trek episode from memory ("I watched TOS with Grammy and she needed subtitles because of her hearing, okay, and I remember everything I read…it's not that weird, stop looking at me like that!"), reading through employee records of all things.

"Something is terribly wrong and unjust. I don't like it, it messes with my Zen," he continues. Pausing, he puts the folders Mike handed him a moment ago away on the sofa table with the rest of them, and reaches for her, pulling Mike into his lap. Squinting, he stares up at her startled expression with narrowed eyes. "Why aren't you working at Pearson Hardman? We must fix this."

Mike remains unimpressed, which is another injustice he will correct…at some point. "Harvey, there's nothing Zen about you," she points out, shaking her head and squirming in his lap for a more comfortable position before settling in, resigned. He doesn't bother suppressing a smug smirk. "Also, I'm not quitting my job to start working for you. You don't mix business with pleasure, right? Well, how would that work if I'd think about you bending me over your desk, and fucking me silly, every time I see your office?"

He pauses at this, leaning back a bit to stare at her, serious. "…I should show you my office. I must give you a tour, at the very least, before you decide. A late night tour. Of my office." This is a great idea, surely Mike can see this.

Groaning, Mike face-palms, but not before he catches her smiling. "You're impossible."

He grins. "Not impossible, just improbable."

"I can't decide if that qualifies as a Trek reference or a Sherlock reference." She's rolling her eyes heavenward, leaning away from him. She doesn't get far, trapped in his arms and in his lap as she is.

He nuzzles behind her ear, pressing a light kiss on the skin there. "What can I say? I keep things interesting."

"That's one way of putting it," she drawls, shivering.

He goes for the kill. "Also, Mike, with you, business would be pleasure."

There's a moment of silence, before she replies, her voice strained with disbelief and poorly suppressed amusement. "…you're so incredibly cheesy right now I feel like a Saltine cracker." He can tell she's fighting a smile.

He pauses for a moment, nipping at her ear. Grinning widely, he murmurs, "Could you just…eat me up?"

She loses it. "Oh my God."

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End notes: Yeppp...