Hey lovelies. I've changed my penname, so this is InterestingPenName here.

Anyway, I've had a few people saying they'd love to see a sequel to Love To The Tune Of... so after a break, here it is. I haven't decided how many chapters or anything yet, so it'll be a little mystery for you all.

The story is to be more about their married life, so I hope you all enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Suits.

Chapter 1 – I Don't Want to Set the World On Fire

Harvey and Mike's wedding was small. Simple and elegant, with a few close friends and family members. It had been outdoors, at Mike's request and they had both put simple white roses in their buttonholes, at Harvey's request.

Of course, Donna, Jessica and Rachel were all invited. Mike's Grammy came, tissue in hand but she swore she never cried... even when Harvey made his own personal vows that were surprisingly emotional. Mike did cry, he didn't bother to hide it as Harvey took his hand and made promises he never thought he'd hear. Harvey's brother was there as best man, his smile proud as he watched his older brother get married. He never thought he'd see the day.

When they looked down at their hands to see the matching rings, both of them smiled before pressing close together and kissing. Harvey whispered in Mike's ear that he was most definitely the bride. Mike refused to accept that concept as he drew Harvey in for another soft kiss as married husbands.

After a quiet meal with everyone who had attended the wedding, they held a reception where more people were invited. Harvey and Mike stood at the doors to welcome people in as they trickled in in twos or threes. Mike was surprised at the amount of times his hand was shaken and his cheek was kissed. He was sure he had a lot of lipstick on his cheek, though.

A lull in the entering crowd meant that Mike could finally let out the breath he'd been holding in. He dropped his head to Harvey's shoulder with a quiet sigh and felt a contented bubble float around them as Harvey draped an arm loosely around his hips.

"Tired?" Harvey asked lightly, pressing a kiss to his husband's hair.

"Mm, very." Mike stifled a yawn as he said this, wanting nothing more than to curl into Harvey's chest and sleep for a week.

"Me too," Harvey said, leaning his head on Mike's as they heard another cab full of people arrive at the bottom of the drive.

Mike giggled weakly. "Will either of us have energy for consummating the marriage?"

Harvey groaned and slid a hand down to squeeze Mike's ass. "I'll manage."

"And I'll just lay there looking pretty." Mike moved his head to smile up into Harvey's dark eyes, things couldn't be more perfect.

The moment was, of course, interrupted by the arrival of Louis. "Evening, gents!" Louis said with much gusto as he led an, admittedly, stunning redhead by the waist. He clapped Mike on the shoulder and make a joke which made Harvey snort with suppressed desire to mock the shorter man. Louis and his lady made their way into the main hall and Mike leaned against Harvey again with a smile. "I think that's all of them in."

"Is it?" Harvey said absent mindedly.

"Mm, we have to go make our entrance now." Mike groaned, burying his face in Harvey's warm neck.

"C'mon. You're a Specter now, you have to do these things with style." Harvey said, wrapping an arm loosely around Mike's waist and walking towards the double doors that stood open. They heard a familiar voice, later to be identified as Jessica, saying, "Oh, and here they are. The new Mr and Mr Specter."

Applause erupted as they entered and Mike felt a blush cascading across his cheeks as they came to stand in the middle of the floor, looking around at everyone who smiled at them. They had chosen a band to play for their wedding who could cover most genres but Harvey had personally specified they had to be able to play some blues and jazz during the evening. The singer stepped up to the microphone and smiled. "Will the happy couple please take to the floor for their first dance?"

Harvey grinned and swept Mike a mock bow before offering out his hand. As Harvey pulled him close, one arm wrapping around his waist and the other taking his hand, Mike grimaced. "I thought you expected me to curtsey for a moment." Harvey's laugh was warm in his ear.

The music started, the first few bars of "I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire," started drifting lazily around the room as Harvey and Mike swayed, their bodies close together. Mike smiled as he heard the song, which Harvey had chosen as a surprise. He had chosen it because they had danced to it one night in the kitchen as they cooked dinner, and it seemed to be more apt than any other song.

Later in the evening, after cutting a cake from one of New York's finest bakeries and moving round the groups of people to talk to each other, Mike found himself alone on one of the cool balconies. He sighed, looking out over the grounds of the building. He looked down at the ring on his finger and smiled, feeling utterly and completely happy. He turned to rest his hips against the stone wall and looked into the room, past the swathes of white curtains. He could see Harvey sitting with his grandmother. Her hand was on his forearm as they talked, she smiled and Harvey laughed before looking away. Mike felt a little lump rise up in his throat. This was everything he'd ever wanted and more.

Across the room, Harvey felt himself being watched. He looked up to see Mike on the balcony, his head tilted slightly. He smiled. "I'm sorry, Edith, but it appears my husband is alone on his wedding day." She chuckled and patted his back as he left, and watched her new grandson-in-law go to see Mike.

"Well, Mr Specter," Harvey said as he pulled Mike close. "How has your first day as a married man been?"

"My first eight hours, fourteen minutes and... approximately fifty three seconds as a married man have been lovely." He heard Harvey laugh softly at the exact figures and he pressed his lips to Mike's cheek.

"Well," Harvey said, running his hands up and down Mike's back, "I'm glad you're enjoying it." They smiled at each other, feeling the cool night breeze brush their skin. "Honeymoon next, huh?" Harvey said gently, touching his lips to Mike's.

"We have to open all the wedding presents first," Mike stipulated, looking into Harvey's eyes.

"We can do that in bed tomorrow morning."

"With pancakes? And orange juice?"

"Such a demanding husband already," Harvey said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"You love it."

"I do."

"You've already said that today." Mike said with a bright smile. Harvey couldn't help but lean in and kiss his husband.

Hopefully this is what you all wanted, see you tomorrow or tonight for an update. Please review!