Skyfall

Chapter One

Rebecca re-entered the funeral home slowly. The memorial service was still going on inside, but she needed a moment and some fresh air so she escaped to the small meditation garden they had off to the side of the building. From out in the entryway she could still hear the faint sound of a speaker talking about the departed. The dull tone of the speaker and the distance made it impossible to understand the words.

Not ready to go back in yet, she stared at the sign directing mourners to the right area. To the left was the Mckenzie memorial service. On the right were the directions to the Specter memorial service. She briefly wondered if anyone in the Mckenzie memorial service felt like she did today.

She didn't think this day would come. She hoped this day wouldn't come. But here it was, sneaking up on her like a ninja. Today was just another day in a string of bad luck that had befallen the Specter family. It was starting to feel like things were never going to be alright. Normal life had changed so many times lately that it felt normal to be overwhelmed and sad. She had been in crisis mode for so long now that it felt weird when they had the occasional moment to breathe deep and relax.

She knew she should go back in there, sit in the front row and listen to the people saying good things about the departed. It was expected of her to be in there. She knew it was rude not to be in there and she knew other people needed her support. They needed her to be strong. But she didn't have it in her anymore to be the strong one. It was exhausting and she honestly didn't have the energy.

So she went over to the couch by the window and sat down. It had been one hell of a ride the last five months.

Five months Prior

Harvey rolled over in bed, expecting to see Rebecca still next to him. Instead, he found the bed empty and frowned. It was a Saturday and he was hoping they could spend some extra time in bed together because she had been working late every night this week. She apparently had other ideas though.

Hearing the faint sound of Latin jazz music coming from outside the bedroom, he begrudgingly got out of bed to find her. She had recently started listening to Latin jazz only while cooking so he figured she was in the kitchen.

He walked through to the living room, noticing that she was in the kitchen with her back to him. She was wearing his Harvard shirt and seemed to be cooking at the stove but he couldn't take his eyes off of her to see what she was making. She was dancing while cooking again, swaying her hips to the beat of the song. While he couldn't say he was a big fan of the music, her dancing was absolutely mesmerizing. His wife was mesmerizing.

Wife.

At times that still seemed like a foreign concept to him, even now that they had been married for a little over two years. Although he did freak out a couple of times about the kind of commitment he was making during their year-long engagement, he never waivered about his love for her. He also stayed true to his word and made sure that they worked it out together. They still fought about things pretty often. Some of their arguments even got pretty heated. But they didn't break up. They faced everything together, as a team.

For the most part they had learned how to fight fairly and responsibly and he was proud of them for that. They had finally reached a point where they were completely comfortable with each other and the commitment they made to their relationship.

He stood there watching her for another song and half. She was beautiful. There was no denying that. He loved seeing her dressed up but he also loved seeing her like this…totally relaxed and carefree. It wasn't long before she turned around, immediately freezing mid spin.

"Hi." She laughed awkwardly.

"Hi." He smirked.

She reached for the remote and turned off the music. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know that I'm lucky enough to get breakfast and a show." He chuckled, going over and wrapping his arm around her waist.

"You should have made your presence known." She lightly chided him.

"But then you would have stopped and I love watching you dance."

She reached up and gave him a kiss. "Anytime you want me to dance for you, all you have to say is please."

"Really?" He grinned.

"Really." She grinned back, nodding her head.

"I'll have to keep that in mind." He told her. "I missed you in bed this morning."

"Sorry. I was just finishing breakfast." She kissed his cheek and then went back to the stove. "I've got eggs, bacon and sausage ready. Did you want toast today?"

"No thanks." He shook his head. He looked over at the coffee pot. "Did you try to make my signature coffee again?"

"Yeah." She smiled proudly. "I think I've finally mastered it. I can't wait for you to try it."

She had been pestering him since he proposed to teach her the secret ingredient in his coffee and finally wore him down about a month ago. So he told her about the secret ingredient being vanilla but didn't tell her how much or when he put it in.

Her first several tries were horrible and he hoped this try was better. He poured himself a cup and took a drink. "You've finally got it down. This is almost as good as when I make it."

"Yes! I knew it!" She pumped her arm in victory and held up her fist for him to fist bump.

"You have got to stop hanging out with Mike doing pro bono cases while Rachel is on maternity leave." He groaned. "A fist bump? Really?"

"Seriously? Mastering your special, fancy pants coffee doesn't get me a fist bump?"

"Hell no." He chuckled.

"How about a high five?" She pouted.

"That's a negative." He smirked.

"Shouldn't I get some kind of reward or recognition?"

He put his mug down and then trapped her against the counter. "You should know by now that I have my own reward system for you that doesn't include fist bumps or high fives." He whispered in her ear as one hand dipped underneath the bottom of her shirt. He was pleased that she wasn't wearing underwear. It made it easier for him to insert two fingers inside of her.

He watched her as her eyes closed and her breathing hitched. He started pumping slowly before increasing the speed. Then he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Of course, if you want me to switch to fist bumps, I can."

"Don't…you…ever…switch to those." She panted, opening her eyes and bringing his face to hers so she could kiss him.

After a few more moments, he removed his fingers. He watched as she quickly pulled his boxer shorts down. He promptly lifted her legs so they wrapped around his waist. His thrusts were gentle at first, establishing a slower rhythm.

She ran a hand through his hair, matching his thrusts with her own. "God, Harvey…harder…"

Her wish was his command as he increased both the speed and the intensity of his thrusts. It wasn't too long before he couldn't take it anymore. He knew by the sounds she was making she was on the brink just like him so he brought it home for both of them with just a few more thrusts.

He looked at her face and gave her a kiss before lifting her up to the counter because he knew her legs would be like jelly for a moment after their excursion. He pulled his boxers back up. "So was that better than a fist bump?" He smirked.

"Hell yeah it was." She smirked, giving him a quick kiss.

"Good." He took a sip of his coffee. "Now I'm ready for breakfast."

He got her a plate of food before he made one for himself, making sure that she had her extra bacon on hers. By the time he had both plates made, he turned to see she had both of their coffees and was walking over to the table. He sat down next to her and started to eat.

"Don't forget you are on your own tonight." She told him after a few minutes of eating.

"Why?" He chuckled. "You have a hot date or something?"

"Yeah. I do" She smirked. "Their names are Laura and James. I'm babysitting for Mike and Rachel tonight so they can actually try to spend some time together without the kids before she comes back to work in a couple of weeks."

"Oh."

She giggled. "You forgot, didn't you?"

"I did forget that was tonight." He admitted sheepishly. "Do you want some company?"

"You really want to help me babysit our Godchildren?" She scoffed. Usually he did whatever he could to get out of it. One time he even willingly went out to dinner and to the ballet with Louis instead of helping her. Louis was thrilled about it because he had been trying to get Harvey to go with him to the ballet for years. She wasn't as happy about the lengths he went to in order to get out of babysitting duty.

"Not particularly. But I want to spend time with you." He clarified.

"If you want to come with me, you can. But you'll have to help me out this time." She told him.

"Ok." He nodded. Laura would be three in a couple of months and James was two months old. How bad could it be?