[A/N: Another Jarvey fic for those who love this pairing as much as I do. This one is a light/fluffy one. It is set in future, post S5 I guess…weddings always bring out the secret romantics, especially at this special wedding. There is potential for some follow up chapters, let me know if there is interest in continuing or another snapshot piece. Reads and reviews are appreciated and I hope I can entertain you for a small part of your day! Lyrics are courtesy of Taylor Swift's "You are in Love". I don't own anything.]

It was a beautiful September evening in upstate New York.

The end of summer was near.

The tickling breeze against her skin was a soft reminder of the promise of the inevitable change that came every year; that time of year when nature's majestic colours began to paint the tips of leaves with the bold autumn palette.

She was not one to get caught up in romantic settings and overt declarations of love. She much preferred the romance of a simple gesture; an evening at home with a classic black and white movie, the silence in the morning just before a lover woke, or the simple look that said more than words ever could.

But she couldn't help but muse at beauty of her current location.

It was a truly romantic setting; elegant, lavish, yet bountiful with the promise of true love. The soft breeze caused the gossamer netting of the tent to sway along with the music in the air. It was so sheer that if she looked up, could actually see the stars that evening. The draping of the décor was pillared with a soft glow of the dim lighting and thousands of tea light candles, which made the reception look like the stars danced within its confines. She always knew that white was a colour, despite what the rules of art and science dictated, as this wedding had every shade of white the eye could see. The abundance of flowers were fit for a royal reception, every luxurious variety one could ever dream of. The smell was heavenly as it drifted on the soft breeze. It was the type of wedding that every girl dreamed of. Everything was a true splendor to the eye.

But what brought that bow to the curve of her lips was seeing the promise of young love… true love, just a few feet away.

There was something very powerful in the love that Mike and Rachel shared.

Their love was so powerful in its simplicity; boy met girl, girl met boy and their lives instantly became entwined and vested in one another's interest. It didn't matter who came their way, and what circumstances came at them, they had found one another. Their love was without pretense or condition. They weathered more than anyone knew (with the exception of a select few). They overcame tragedies, questionable relationships and circumstances which threatened to tear them down, and they still made it to the other side, side by side.

Their young love was the truest personification of what Jessica had always imagined true love to be. The thought brought a coy small smile to her mouth as she observed the overjoyed looks on their faces, the admiration, the awe; the power of their union. Jessica felt a warm energy spread within her watching Mr. and Mrs. Ross begin their first dance as a married couple. She always hated to admit it, but she was a secret romantic, but that was a fact that not many were ever privy to.

One look, dark room meant just for you

Time moved too fast, you play it back

Buttons on a coat, lighthearted joke

No proof not much but you saw enough

Small talk, he drives, coffee at midnight

Moonlight reflects the chain on your neck

He says, "look up", and your shoulders brush

No proof one touch, you felt enough

When Jessica was younger, she too once believed in love, in the words 'till death due us part', and in the promise of sharing the journey of life with that person. She always thought that man would come along, and for the most part never lost faith. She always reassured, it just wasn't the right time and her time was meant for another place and another time. She never focused on what she didn't have, rather always kept her eye on the ball for opportunities to constantly move forward. Except Jessica being who she was didn't just move forward, she catapulted to greatness and along the way that special person never found his way into her life in a permanent way.

You can hear it in the silence, silence

You, you can feel it on the way home, way home

You, you can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

Her marriage with Quentin was by no means a great love. It was a relationship based on respect, convenience and likeness. He was a kind man, a giving man, but not the man for Jessica. Now with the perspective that the years brought, she realized the marriage could have never worked, even if he hadn't strayed and if he hadn't gotten sick. The marriage was entered into with the right intention, but with the wrong match. When the vows were exchanged she hoped that it would work. It wasn't a whirlwind romance, but it was present and there so she went with it, her version of throwing caution to the wind and gambling on what she thought at the time was a sure thing. At the time she rationed this was her version of true love, a steady companionship, not overt in its proclamations and promises, but steady and present. Even still to this day, she was finally able to admit it to herself that she kept the marriage secret for a reason. Jessica was ashamed of her failure and ashamed that she ignored her gut feeling at the time, since it always served her well. But she was mostly ashamed that even after her marriage fell apart, she still secretly held out and hoped for love to find her again.

She thought she might have found that man in Jeff Malone years later, the most desirable man she had ever dated. Everything about Jeff was what she secretly asked the universe for in her private thoughts, just before she lay her head down at night. Jessica asked and she received. He was indescribably handsome, charismatic, brilliant, successful, funny as hell, and crazy about her. Jeff had chased Jessica. He put up a fight for her attention. He tried to please her and take care of her, but even with all these incredible attributes, there was still something that made it impossible to be together.

Jessica was not an easy woman to be in a relationship with. With every year that passed, the more complex her life became. Every decision and experience was a link in the chain of strategic plays in her life's playbook. Her life began to resemble a chessboard and every person she held dear sometimes had to be moved around to be spared, protected and sometimes eliminated. There was a reason why many called her the chess master. Everything always became too complex, too messy, too tiring. Sometimes she forgot how to just be Jessica, and not Jessica Pearson legal god and deity.

And so with her heavier thoughts the smile began to fade. Jessica sat back in her seat and let out a small sigh. She crossed her legs toward her date, still slightly dazed watching the newly weds sway to the pleasingly melodic tune. She brought a flute of champagne to her lips, unaware of the set of eyes on her face, observing her beauty, her demeanor, her small inflections, which made her so enigmatic to him. If he had the time, he could watch her all day.

Morning, his place, burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt, he keeps his word

For once you let go of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much but it said enough

You kiss on side walks, you fight, and you talk

One night he wakes, strange look on his face

Pauses, then says, "you're my best friend"

And you knew what it was, he is in love

At Jessica's round table sat the Pearson Specter Litt 'family'; Donna across from Jessica with her new beau, a handsome Wall Street banker named Andrew; to Donna's right sat Louis who had recently reconnected with Sheila (thanks to Donna and her ubiquitous skills as a master of the heart and secretary). To Donna's left sat Katrina, Louis' former protégé and her fiancé, and beside Katrina sat Mike's best man and Jessica's date, Harvey Specter. The Pearson Spector Litt family had most recently been on quite a journey, but all seemed to have worked itself for the time being. All was at peace amongst everyone for the first time in a long time; they were stronger and closer than ever.

As Jessica sipped her Moet, her big brown eyes began actively surveying her work family, watching them all succumb to the romance of the moment. She watched Louis place a kiss on Sheila's hand and a sweet smile returned in gratitude from her. She glanced at Donna's date Andrew caress Donna's back as a goofy grin spread across his classically handsome face as he watched her watch Mike and Rachel on the dance floor. Its like they had all grown up and were moving on with their lives, and yet Jessica felt like she was still in the same place she had been for many years.

You can hear it in the silence, silence

You, you can feel it on the way home, way home

You, you can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

Jessica placed her flute of champagne down gingerly and placed her hands in her lap with graceful elegance, as only she could muster. She could feel Harvey's eyes on her face but she didn't succumb to her urge to look over at him, afraid she would reveal something, what it was, she wasn't sure.

Jessica jumped slightly in her seat when she felt an invasive tender contact within her lap. The contact took her breath away for a second, enough to widen her eyes and paralyze her reactionary time. Harvey took his opportunity and with a great effort of stealth, gently caressing the inside of Jessica's palm. With a smooth and fluid movement, he pulled her hand from her lap and in between their seats, out of the line of sight and threat of losing the moment.

His eyes never left her face. He continued to observe her behavior, her inflections, her aura.

Harvey could feel Jessica tense energy through her skin. He knew her well enough to know her uptightness came from the fact that she didn't want to make a scene by reacting and pulling away, risking someone noticing a moment between them. The tenderness of the touch sent her nervous system into a flux. Harvey knew at any second Jessica's brain would register a way to retract from the intimate gesture. He watched her eyes dart down at their hold and refract to his face in a questioning way. The look was much more pleading then threatening, which Harvey didn't expect. Harvey knew that small sliver of intimacy she just gave him was rare and fleeting and he didn't want to let the moment go. With just one look, it was enough for him to test the waters just a little further. Their eyes still locked on one another everything seemed to fade around them. Harvey let a genuine, charming smile cross his lips, letting Jessica know without one word, he knew what he was doing. This move was not a test, rather a bold message.

Jessica said nothing and turned her attention back to the dance floor in confusion, astonishment, and an elegant panic. Her hand remained still in Harvey's grasp, involuntarily in its position, in a state of uncertainty.

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe round and round

And he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown

And you understand now

Why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I spent my whole life

Trying to put it into words

Jessica closed her eyes…

'Cause you can hear it in the silence

You can feel it on the way home

…getting lost in the moment, she made a decision.

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

She let her heart control her movement, going against her ascertained habits and boundaries she had build over the years, especially when it came to Harvey. Their chemistry was always a gentle simmer on the surface, but both had an unspoken agreement to never cross that proverbial line with the intent no protect their special relationship.

Jessica moved her long elegant fingers to slowly meld into Harvey's, locking the gesture in a bold declaration, staring ahead at the inspired promise that was Mike and Rachel.

It had been some time now that she stopped looking at Harvey as the maverick, cocky protégé with something to prove. He had finally come into his own and had ferocity in him to protect those he cared about, especially in the last few years learning through his mistakes and fighting unwaveringly for those who meant the most to him. It had been her mandate for years to help him grow more in touch with his emotions and treat them as a strength, rather than a weakness. He now was every bit a man, a man who was honorable, clever, passionate and generous to those he cared for when he thought no one was looking. But Jessica saw, she saw it all. There was a pride… a peace that came knowing this man was her partner, literally and figuratively. So why was it so hard for Jessica to ever consider that Harvey was perhaps that man in her life?

She recognized that Maybe it was time to stop fighting the inevitable change that their relationship was taking in recent years? No longer mentor/mentee, employer/employee, friend/partner in crime; it was hard to define, but there was a bond that was deeper than chemistry, sexual tension, friendship, and colleagues. It was rooted in their cores; a connection that was enough for her to take a chance on him on the onset almost twenty years ago; a connection that wavered the ugliest of moments between one another and still found its foundation repaired because of their regard for their special bond; a connection that grew stronger with every year where they depended on one another to balance and propel one another in business, in relationships, and as people.

For that short moment, there was a definitive change in the air that night, a shift in the season of Harvey and Jessica's relationship. It was something that you could hear in the silence, that you could feel even if the lights were out.

You can hear it in the silence, silence

You, you can feel it on the way home, way home

You, you can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

The End.