12 Days Of Shipmas (A Multi Fandom Compilation)

Six geese a-Laying (Marvey from Suits)

   "You wanted to see me?" Mike asked at the threshold of the dimly lit office. New York twinkled beyond the floor to ceiling windows that Harvey was currently gazing out of, customary tumbler of whiskey in hand. Even relaxed and in contemplation he radiated assuredness, and Mike felt his insides squeeze a fraction in awe.

He turned and gave a tight-lipped smile to Mike. "Sure kid, come on in," he said. Despite the fact he was pretty sure they were the only ones left on the floor so late at night, Mike closed the door after he stepped inside. Any excuse to be alone.

He was always extremely careful when they were in the office never to cross the professional line that they had spent so many years treading. All that had finally changed, thankfully, when several months ago Mike hadn't been able to take torturing himself anymore, and had thrown himself at his boss after a heated, drunken argument about their usual pointless bullshit. He had been pretty certain he was going to get himself fired, but he'd not cared. It was worth it to find out what Harvey tasted like, if only briefly and never again.

To his astonishment something had broken in Harvey, as he fisted his hand through Mike's hair and grabbed the back of his shirt, hauling him in closer and kissing him a like drowning man gasping for air. Mike had kept telling himself not to be too disappointed, not to read too much into it or get attached, that as Harvey had pulled him into his hotel room that it was going to be a one-time thing and he would be grateful for having it as opposed to the nothing he had ever expected.

But here they were, almost at the end of the year, and Harvey was still pulling him into his bed. Pulling him into his life.

"Is this about the case for Jessica?" Mike asked, still standing as he waited for an indication from Harvey. "Because I haven't had a chance to look at the files yet."

After a moment of hesitation, Harvey turned and licked his lips, looking at Mike through his eyelashes. "Actually," he said, a hint of reservation in his voice that made Mike nervous. "I wanted to give you your Christmas present."

Several emotions shot through Mike's chest as he struggled to keep his face neutral. Shock, and then absurd happiness that they were crossing their self-imposed line by discussing something so personal at work. Fear as to why they were doing it at work. And then finally, shame and panic. "But," Mike blurted out stupidly. "I thought – I haven't got your present yet," he admitted. He thought he had more time.

Harvey though smiled at him warmly, and waved his glass at the plush chairs where a wrapped box stood on the coffee table. "I forgive you," he said with a smirk. "Now sit down and open your present."

Mike swallowed, unsure, but slid down into the leather seat. "I could wait?" he said, almost afraid to touch it as Harvey sat opposite him. "I feel bad."

But Harvey bit his lip and leaned forward, the ice rattling in his glass between his knees. "Don't feel bad kid," he said genuinely. "You know part of the fun for me is getting one up on you." He winked, and Mike relaxed a little.

"That is true, you old bastard," he teased, scooting the box over to him and reading the tag.

Harvey scoffed. "Okay," he said, amused and shaking his head. "Don't push your luck."

The note simply said "Merry Christmas" on it; nothing more personal or incriminating, such as their names. But the fact they were doing this at their place of work made up for that, Mike felt. Like Harvey was defying the firm by doing this out in the open. There were pretty strict rules about partners sleeping with associates, and it could get them both fired. But Harvey Specter was never really one for rules.