I know, by now you must all think I have some kind of monstrous shoe-fetish. I don't I swear, it's just that this entire fic was inspired by them. Go look. You'll understand.

Warning: My first attempt at writing sexytimes ahead. Tread carefully young padawon.

Disclaimer: Between this chapter and the last HBO contacted me and bought the rights to the slasher version of Suits. From someone who isn't me because I don't own a damn thing. Dammit.

Harvey kissed like he cross-examined; quick, to the point, and with an efficiency that left the other party breathlessly trying to catch up. Before Mike knew what was happening, Harvey had him propped up against one of the filing shelves and was working his way underneath of his skirt.

Okay, that wasn't really an image he'd had the dozens of times he'd imagined doing this.

Then Harvey's lips trailed down to his neck and took up a particularly sensitive bit of flesh along his neck and Mike was pretty cool with the whole skirt thing so long as he- "Oh fuck, do that again."

With a grin he could feel against his skin Harvey bit down on the space between his neck and shoulder, and Mike keened low in his throat as Harvey's other hand slipped from around his waist to start working on the buttons of Mike's shirt. When he worked open the final button and tossed the shirt aside ignoring Mike's huff of Expensive!he paused to raise an eyebrow at the lacy pink bra stuffed with blobs of silicone.

Cheeks burning, Mike clawed at the clasps trying to remove it before Harvey said something that ruined the mood entirely. Instead, he batted Mike's hand away with a smile. "Thorough." He leaned forward and caught the lobe of Mike's ear in his teeth as his hand dragged slowly up the inside of his thigh, "Very you. I like it." In lieu of answering, Mike flipped them around so that Harvey was pushed against the shelves, and worked Harvey's belt open (leather belts should not feel buttery smooth – that should just be some unspoken law somewhere in the universe) and went to work on his zipper. "A little eager?" Harvey asked with a laugh.

Mike looked at him incredulously, "We're in a filing room. If you want charming and languorous you're at least going to have to take me to dinner first." He'd said it as a joke, but he was honestly curious to know if this was just a one-time thing like so many of Harvey's other flings or of there was actually something to this.

"That can be arranged," he said, smiling and running a hand through Mike's hair, which dislodged the wig and left it skewed comically over his eyes. Brushing it out of his way, he worked Harvey pants down around his ankles and smirked up at him.

"Rene would kill you if he knew you wore his suits commando."

He wasn't really complaining though as he palmed Harvey's half-hard member and began working it to full attention. Any witty comeback was lost in a sharp intake of breath and Mike recaptured Harvey's lips catching the bottom one between his teeth as he went to work on removing his jacket with his free hand.

He made quick work of the jacket and tie, tossing them behind him towards the door. He let go of Harvey, who made a small noise of protest, to go to work unbuttoning his shirt. He went slowly, making it a point to explore every new inch of exposed skin with his teeth and lips. When Mike had uncovered one dusky nipple and had teased it long enough to have Harvey growling deep in his throat he was thrown from his study as Harvey flipped their positions crowding into Mike, his frustration evident against the soft wool of Mike's skirt. "I think you mentioned something about getting to the point?"

A devilish grin thrown Harvey's way and Mike once again had Harvey in hand. "Must have slipped my mind," he teased, giving a long, slow pull. He flicked his wrist at the end and watched in triumph as Harvey's head fell back, his lips open soundlessly. He resumed his idle examination of Harvey's torso with his lips and free hand, running his hands along the uncharted territory almost possessively. A deep moan escaped Harvey unchecked as Mike's other hand found its way south and began massaging his balls.

"Mmm. Close." He was practically purring at Mike's ministrations. Without warning the door behind Harvey flew open to reveal Jessica who, upon seeing the state of affairs as they were, leaned against the door-frame with her arms folded. To her credit, she didn't even bat an eyelash. Mike took in the scene from her point of view, his and Harvey's current state of dress, and their positions. So long as he didn't move from his current position, he was practically invisible. He gripped Harvey tighter in silent challenge. "Just remember, your job is dependent on mine," he whispered soundlessly. His eyes widened in worry even as they darkened further. Voyeuristic. With an ego like that, it kinda figured.

"Harvey, there you are finally. I have a new set of briefs from the Masterson merger you need to finalize before you leave today. And you do know this counts as your lunch break, right?"

"Of course," he said without turning around, trying to sound casual while Mike could tell he was trying incredibly hard not to come in front of his boss. Taking pity on him, Mike let him go before reclining against the shelves and peering around him.

"Good." She caught Mike's eye and he could almost swear she winkedbut he was too busy trying not to laugh at the poleaxed look on Harvey's face to be certain. "Nice shoes," she commented as she depressed the lock on the door handle and pulled it shut on her way out.

"You know," Mike said conversationally as he listened to Harvey quietly hyperventilating, "quick, shallow breathing only increases arousal."

Shaking himself from his stupor Harvey grinned at him, eyes almost black with lust. "You suck a lot less at the whole gloating thing in those shoes. I think you should wear them more often."

"I don't know, they don't really go with any of my suits," he said, laughing as he sank to his knees, planning on finishing their activities before they were interrupted again. He didn't take Harvey down like a pro or anything cliché (he'd only fooled around with two guys in college, and not long enough to become a pro at anything) but he wasn't doing too badly if the strangled moan from above him was something to go by. He took as much as he dared, swallowing when he reached his limit. With one hand taking up the slack, he reached up with the other one, cupping him for a moment before going past, looking for the perineum, which if he remembered correctly should be somewhere around-

"Fuck!" was the only warning he got before Harvey was shooting down his throat. He swallowed as much as he could before sitting back and surveying his work. God. As perfect as Harvey looked on a regular basis, it was nothing compared to this look of unguarded bliss as the final shudders left him and he leaned, sated, against the wall of files.

"Where did thatcome from?" he asked, his voice loose and his smile open. Mike had to admit he was quite possibly the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"I… might have accidentally memorized a few things from the Kama Sutra," he said straightening, his own smile answering Harvey's.

"Accidentally?"

"Well yeah," he said, his smile slipping into a playful smirk, "if it was on purpose I would have just memorized the whole thing." Harvey laughed. The sound momentarily stunned Mike until Harvey hooked a finger in the waist of the skirt and pulled him to him. "You have… a really nice laugh," he said, unable to stop himself.

Harvey laughed again, rolling his eyes. "Save the platitudes for our date," he said, tugging the zipper on the skirt loose and letting it fall to the floor. As Mike stood there, waiting for Harvey to either remove or comment on the lacy pair of panties that matched the bra, he recognized the shade of smile that had broken out on his face.

It was his predator's smile, the one he reserved specifically for the cases he wanted the most, and the evidence that would make his case bulletproof. "Really?" Mike asked, his laugh incredulous, "I have fake boobs on, and the panties are what get you?"

"If I wanted fake boobs I would have just said yes when our client asked me to lunch earlier." To prove his point he reached forward and flicked the clasp apart with one hand. Mike stared at him. He usually needed an instruction manual and ten minutes to undo those damn things. 'Way too good at that,' he commented to himself, but forgot all about his skill with them as Harvey continued. "Right now I want a ridiculously smart rookie in a pair of pink panties. Well, formerlyin a pair of pink panties," he amended as he pulled the garment in question away from Mike's straining erection.

Harvey didn't waste any time, sinking to his knees and taking Mike down in a move that somehow managed to look graceful. "Jesus Christ!" he cried, unable to stop the sudden lurch of his hips as Harvey's mouth engulfed him. He didn't even seem phased. "Do you have to be perfect at everything?"

Harvey let go of him with a wet "pop" and smirked up at him. "Are you reallycomplaining, kid?" When Mike's only response was a quiet whine over the loss of that delicious sensation on his cock he chuckled quietly. "Didn't think so," he said, wrapping his lips around Mike once more and dragging slow circles on the underside of the head to drive the point home. Before he could warn Harvey, he came, shooting hard into the skillful mouth which worked him through his climax.

He clung to Harvey's shoulders to keep from toppling backwards as the final spasms worked through him. Harvey stood, his face smug because he knew exactlyhow amazing he was, and watched as Mike caught his breath. When he was sure he wouldn't fall over, he went to work trying to save his suit from complete ruin. Mike didn't really expect anything different, but the lax manner in which he went about it was new. Maybe…?

"About that dinner…" he probed as he watched the curve of Harvey's back hungrily while he gathered his clothes.

Harvey straightened, the pair of pink panties dangling from the tip of his finger as he held them out to Mike. "Find me the chink in the Greenview defense before seven. I'll have Donna make reservations." Mike turned, smile threatening to swallow his face as he stepped back into his skirt. "Oh and Mike," Harvey added over his shoulder on his way out, "wear the shoes."

And that's all she wrote folks! Holy hell, I can't believe that was the first time I've ever written smut. *facepalm* I looked like a tomato with all the blushing I did. Alright, moment of truth you gorgeous beasts you! How'd I do?

REVIEW AND THE SHOES MAY JUST MAKE A REAPPEARANCE! (Seriously, THE FUCKING SHOES! Gah...)