Yeah, sorry if this is a bit of a disappointing chapter, it's kind of just a link to the next one but I generally try to keep this fic to around 1,000 words a chapter. I hope you like it anyway.

Chapter 14 - Harvey's Romantic Side - Part 1

If you asked Harvey, he'd say he wasn't a romantic. He'd laugh and brush it off when in all reality he was the most romantic lover Mike had ever had. It was never for an event; there was never a reason but sometimes there'd be a little note tucked under his computer mouse or a voice mail on his phone, telling him they were going out to dinner that evening, just them. And Mike always felt like a schoolgirl whenever that happened, his cheeks blushing and those little butterflies never failed to open their wings and flutter a little deep in Mike's stomach.

Sometimes, but not very often, Mike would joke about Harvey's extravagance whenever he did plan anything. It was usually white table clothes and champagne and French dishes that Mike couldn't even pronounce the name of. It was clubs that sold liquor Mike would have to sell half of his suits for and cocktails that had an unimaginable mixture of alcohol in them but then there was those times when Harvey would simplify things down to paintballing or a Yankees game or those perfect, heavenly, evenings when it was them walking through Central Park after a nice dinner and Harvey would smile, lean in and press his lips against Mike's cheek then hand him his jacket. Harvey was the epitome of a gentleman, and a fleeting kiss on the cheek in public was as far as he generally went.

Mike grinned when he came to his desk on Friday morning. The usual was there: a few files to be looked through in a ridiculously short time span for Harvey, and files from Louis with an even shorter time frame attached. But there was a sheet of blue paper tucked in the corner of the first file from Harvey that did not look even remotely corporate, he flicked it up between two fingers and opened it, Harvey's writing meeting his eyes.

Don't work yourself too hard, we're going out tonight.

Mike smiled to himself as he tucked the piece of paper away. They went out plenty, enough to make Mike think he was going to drop dead of exhaustion sometimes, but the fact Harvey had left a note meant they were going to be on their own together, and not doing something, anything, for the firm. He really wished Harvey had waited until later on in the day to tell him though, since his mind was thoroughly preoccupied all morning.

Just before lunch, Donna swanned over to his cubicle, a mischievous smile playing at her lips. She held a folded slip of paper out in front of him and dangled it teasingly, her other hand balanced on her hip. "Come on, puppy, you want it?" she asked, laughing and taking a step backwards. "Harvey's going to be in a business lunch, so he'll see you afterwards," she leaned forwards, "Until then, this is for you." She dropped the folded paper on his desk and left, making sure heads turned as she walked past.

He shook his head slightly and sighed. He wasn't sure whether she was more terrifying or beautiful. He opted for terrifying. He opened the note and grinned as his eyes met more of Harvey's handwriting:

You better be more than halfway through my case or the mind blowing sex I had planned is most definitely off the table.

Mike definitely found it hard to concentrate after that.

The man himself strode up to Mike's cubicle some time after lunch, the way he leaned on the partition was all arrogance, perfectly matching the twinkle in his eye. "Hey," he muttered softly, causing Mike to stop typing.

"Hey, look, you know in the Carlton case?" he didn't wait for an answer, "Well, you know they have listed assets from like... ten years ago that are worth over four hundred thousand dollars?" Mike had decided over an hour ago that he had to power through this case as he certainly wasn't giving up mind blowing sex.

"Is that so?" Harvey asked softly, craning his neck around to glance at Mike's monitor. After a few minutes, Harvey took control of the conversation again. "Looking forward to tonight?"

"I guess," Mike smiled, "But how can I, when I don't know what we're doing?"

"Believe me, it's right up your street," Harvey chuckled. "Let's say, you won't have to pull the 'I'll have what he's having' move at dinner tonight."

"Ah, so there is a dinner!" Mike smiled, the atmosphere between him and Harvey electric.

"Hmm," Harvey smiled, "Yes, there is a dinner. Now get on with your work or we'll never make the reservations."

"Aye, aye, Cap'n," Mike grinned, sending Harvey a mock salute as his boss swaggered back in the direction of his office. Mike didn't see it but Harvey was smiling as he walked away.

Donna came to fetch him at six precisely, apparently at Harvey's request. "Do you know what Harvey has planned for us tonight?" he asked as he fell into step beside her.

"Of course I know," she shot him a sidelong smile. "I'm Donna."

"Oh, of course," Mike sighed and settled for complimenting her new - but scarily high - heels.

Harvey said nothing when Mike wandered into his office. He simply made sure there was no-one passing outside before stepping up and brushing thumbs along Mike's cheekbones before feathering his lips over Mike's. "You ready?"

"Mm," Mike mumbled, his hands fiddling with the button on Harvey's jacket.

"Let's go," he smiled against Mike's jaw, relishing Mike's groan of not wanting to let go as he peeled himself away from him reluctantly.