The Marvey Chronicles [26/31]
Title: The Marvey Chronicles
Pairing: Harvey Specter/Mike Ross
Other characters: Donna Paulsen, Norma, Louis Litt
Rating: R (nothing explicit, mention of toys)
Word count: 4,378
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: none
Summary: The Pearson-Hardman employees fangirl over Harvey/Mike.
Previously in ‘The Marvey Chronicles’…
Mike had been invited to speak as a guest lecturer in the study group and had received a toy box to use with Harvey. Harvey had torn into Lana for making a mistake and had realized that he missed Donna much more than he had expected. Donna had participated in an intervention in Louis’ office so that the junior partner would stop trying to talk Mike out of the marriage and had decided to talk to Marvey about who got to be their wedding planner. Rachel had suggested that Mike should go visit his grandmother with Harvey on Christmas and the senior partner had gladly accepted the offer.
The blessed people in New York City were enjoying a snowy Christmas Eve. While other people were singing carols and kissing their loved ones under the mistletoes, Mike was singing the name of his own savior and kissing that savior right under him.
“Jesus, Harvey… You really make me wonder why you became a lawyer…” Mike panted as Harvey pressed his lips against his sweaty forehead and rolled off him.
“First, I don’t want to hear the name of the birthday boy in front of mine. I don’t like to share the glory. Second, I’m too classy to work as a porn star. I see your point though. I’m too good.” Harvey grabbed the white towel from the nightstand, found a corner that was still clean, and started to take care of his puppy’s mess.
“And, you’re too arrogant but I’ll let it slide since you’re cleaning me up.” Mike let out a satisfied moan and closed his eyes. He was so lucky to have a partner who was passionate during the lovemaking and sweet during the aftercare.
Despite their fervent effort during the past twenty-four hours, they had only been able to go through nine percent of the toys. Harvey had thoroughly enjoyed drawing as much response as possible from the pliant body under him and Mike hadn’t had the heart or the mind to tell him to move on to the next toy.
Initially, Harvey had ordered his associate to divide the toys into three categories; a) toys that Mike was dying to try, b) toys that Mike wasn’t too sure about but was willing to try under Harvey’s guidance, c) toys that Mike wanted nothing to do with. Harvey had put the first box on the nightstand and had been working through it diligently, had put the second box under the bed for future adventures, and had put the third box in Ray’s hands so that it could be promptly delivered to Louis. It was the season to give back, and a cute yet naughty puppy had informed him that his inferior colleague had heavily contributed to their box of fun. Besides, Harvey felt that it was only fair for the eternally single guy to sample some of the goods.
“Mike, what do you think we should try next? I vote for this edible underwear. You always get hungry by this time of the night.” Harvey looked inside the box with the same expression that he used while reading a legal document. Both were equally important businesses.
“Oh, no, Harvey. We’re not trying anything next. My lips and ass are both too sore from all the lewd things we’ve done all day.” Mike hooked his arms around Harvey’s waist and tried to pull him away from the box.
Harvey smirked at how hoarse Mike’s voice had become; he felt accomplished. “But the night is young, stud. And, that’s what you told me two toys ago. Plus, you know what it says on the tin? ‘The more you lick, the better they taste, so lick well before eating. The totally edible underwear becomes more pliable with body heat and moisture. Lick and nibble your way to ecstasy. Who will enjoy it more?’”
“Bwahaha, that sounds promising but let’s try that tomorrow. Besides, it’s my turn to torture tomorrow and that underwear sounds like the perfect place to start.”
“Fine. I should probably let you know that there’s a gummy thong too. I wonder how much Jessica knows about the naughtiness of her employees.” Harvey got up from the bed and headed over to the drawer. He pulled out a fresh shirt and a comfortable pair of pants and got dressed.
“Gosh, I’m glad we’re done for the night, Harvey. We need another rule: nobody mentions Jessica’s name in the bedroom or any other name for that matter. It kills the mood.”
“Fine, you sensitive soul. Now let’s get you to finish those cookies before you pass out from hunger.” Harvey knew how much Mike liked to wear his shirt to cope with the emptiness he felt after Harvey had left his body, so he picked up his T-shirt and walked over to the bed. “Hands in the air.”
“Ooh, that calls for a cop/criminal role-play. Perhaps we could try that tomorrow too. I put all the cuffs and nightsticks in the first box.” Mike let Harvey push the T-shirt over his head. “I’ll play the brilliant, young sergeant who’s very thorough with his search and you’ll play the bad boy who gets arrested for possession of drugs.”
Harvey snorted as he handed the sergeant a pair of clean boxers. “That sounds like uncreative porn but I’m sure we can fix the plot along the way.”
Mike laughed and walked out of the bedroom before settling down on the couch. Some of the club members had baked them Christmas cookies and they were absolutely delicious.
“You want one?” He asked, assuming that Harvey would be as exhausted as, if not more than, him.
“Sure.” Harvey opened his mouth as he sank into the couch.
Mike fed him a chocolate cookie with a smile. He must be too tired to even lift a finger.
“So do you think we should send them a thank you card?” Harvey threw his arm around Mike’s shoulder as he appreciated the taste of decent chocolate.
“What? No! I thought you said you were too classy!” Mike blushed as he thought about phrases such as ‘Thank you for the special gift. Please extend our deepest gratitude especially to the one who got us the blue plug.’ or ‘We’ve had the wildest adventures with the beads. Thank you for being so considerate’.
Harvey raised his eyebrow before laughing outright. “Oh, you naughty, naughty boy. I was talking about the cookies.”
“Oh…!! Then of course, why not? Rachel told me they have a new Facebook page so perhaps we can surprise them there. They’re going to love it!” Mike beamed and reached for the eggnog.
“I trust you to take care of it then.”
“But they’d love to hear from you too.”
“I already do enough things in the office, Mike. The other day, a woman wanted me to sign her cleavage.”
“Oh my god, don’t tell me you did it!” Mike wasn’t sure if he should burst into laughter or get jealous.
“What else was I supposed to do? When I refused, her eyes immediately filled up with tears. I can’t deal with a crying woman, or a man for that matter.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe she was faking it? I’ve heard that Donna’s taught other secretaries how to read lips. Given her passion for acting, I wouldn’t be surprised if she ran an acting class in the basement.”
Harvey took a moment to think if those could have been crocodile tears. He usually read people with ease but he did have a history of falling victim to Donna’s acting before. If he had run into her best student, it was possible that he could have been played. “You may have a point, puppy. I won’t sign any more cleavages then.”
“That’s probably a good idea. Oh, and speaking of acting, Donna’s going to teach me how to play, I’m sorry, embody you for the study group. I’m supposed to play multiple roles; you, the opposing counsel, the judge…”
Harvey laughed. “That sounds rather ridiculous.” He couldn’t stop laughing. He loved Mike but the boy was one of the most horrible actors that he had ever seen. That was why he would have to teach him closely for the rest of his career.
“You know, they told me you could always come over and spectate. With Donna’s mentoring, I might actually blow your mind.” Mike didn’t like how Harvey was laughing at him.
“No thanks.” Harvey kissed Mike’s temple in case he got upset. “But I’ll be sure to check the reviews so give it your best shot and do me justice.”
Harvey kissed Mike’s ear this time since he had to give the swollen lips some rest. He could always order Donna to film the session and watch it in the safety of his condo. Now that he had a solid fan base, he had even more reasons to maintain his flawless reputation. He couldn’t burst into laughter every five seconds at his boyfriend’s performance. What would his adoring fans think of him?
“Fine. Just try not to cry when you realize that you’ve missed a brilliant performance. There won’t be a private encore unless you behave tomorrow. Are you nervous about meeting Grammy?”
“Nah, who doesn’t like me? I’m sure I’ll get her to like me.”
Mike chuckled as he nodded his agreement. He couldn’t wait to show his grandmother how amazing his boyfriend was.
“Grammy, we’re here!” Mike cheerfully walked into his grandmother’s room, holding Harvey’s hand.
“Hello, Michael. And, this must be Mr. Specter.”
“Please call me Harvey, ma’am.” Harvey offered her white roses with his most charming smile.
“Oh, these are wonderful. Thank you. And, only if you call me Edith.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Edith.” Harvey took the seat in front of her and let Mike take the one right next to hers.
“Likewise. So you’re the one my Michael constantly gushes about.” The grandmother took a good look at the fine young man as her grandson gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Well, I’ve been told that he has been focusing on my negative qualities.” Harvey laughed and glanced at Mike.
“Oh, he might’ve started with negative qualities but he has always ended with a gigantic amount of compliments.” Edith gave Harvey a warm smile.
“I think the word ‘gigantic’ is too strong, Grammy. And, who do I have to send flowers to? The elves or the angels?” Mike asked as he noticed how the room was nicely decorated with Christmas ornaments.
“You can thank The Marveyed for that. Didn’t they do a lovely job?” Edith smiled in satisfaction.
Mike and Harvey instantly looked at each other and Mike did his best not to scream in horror. “How do you know that name?! The club was here?”
“Yes, just yesterday morning. What were their names? Let me think. The one with fiery red hair was Donna, the one who brought me sushi was Rachel, and the one that smelled like paper was Gregory. I can remember that last one easily because he had the same name as the man I once went out with.”
“Too much information, Grammy!” Mike whispered near her face.
“I think you’re the one who’s giving me too much information, Michael. What’s with the hoarse voice today?”
“Oh, it’s the weather. But there’s nothing to worry about. I already took some pills.” Mike couldn’t tell his grandmother that he was hoarse from screaming his lungs out under his boyfriend for hours.
“Is that so?” Edith gave him a knowing smile but didn’t press the blushing boy. She was a lady after all.
“If I may ask, did they do anything questionable that Mike and I should know about?” Harvey hoped that Donna didn’t go as far as showing Mike’s grandmother silly pictures of him.
“Now that you mention it, I remember I wanted to show you two things.” She got up from her armchair with Mike’s help and pulled out a small card and a photo album from the bookshelf.
“This is what they’ve got me.” She showed off the card with a proud yet malicious grin on her face.
“Is that a membership card?” Harvey asked in surprise.
“For The Marveyed? Oh god…” Mike noticed that there was even an ID number on the card. “You’re a real member? Not an honorary member or something?”
“Of course I’m a real member, Michael. I’m your biggest fan. It’s only natural for me to join your fan club.”
“Grammy…” Warmth spread in Mike’s mind and he gave his grandmother’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry I don’t get to see you more often. I can’t believe I’m neglecting my favorite fan.”
“Nonsense. You’re not neglecting me. Not even close. And, fans like to see you make a difference out there. You’re helping people just like your parents wanted you to and you’re living up to your potential just like I wanted you to.”
“But I could’ve visited you every weekend. Or at least every two weeks. I rarely work on weekends these days…” Mike’s voice trailed off with guilt.
“Listen to me. Every three, four weeks is more than I can hope for. You think other grandsons come visit their grandmas more often than you? Besides, we talk on the phone. Harvey, help me out here.”
“Mike, I’m sure she knows how much you care about her. And, she also understands that you need to rest during the weekend.” Harvey reached out for Mike’s hand.
Mike looked at the two people he loved the most in the world, the two that he loved more than himself, and thanked God for making him such a happy person.
“I love you so much, Grammy. Merry Christmas.” He threw his arms around her and kissed her cheek again.
“Aww, merry Christmas to you too. And, let me show you something that would put your mind at ease. There’s another way for me to see your face.” She patted her grandson’s cheek before handing him the photo album.
Mike moved his chair next to his boyfriend and opened the album. It was filled with various moments of their life together at the office. They were laughing as they walked down the hallway, comparing notes in front of the elevator, and sharing a kiss inside Harvey’s office.
“Wow, they’ve actually followed up on their agreement.” He mumbled to himself as he turned page after page.
“My favorite is that one where you boys are laughing in front of the hot dog cart. One can never have enough good laughs these days.” Edith pointed at a particular picture.
“I think we should get a copy of this.” Harvey suggested as Mike smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Grammy, let me get us something to drink and see how much longer we have to wait for the big lunch.” He stood up and looked at Harvey to wish him good luck in case his grandmother wanted to have ‘the talk’ with him.
“You do that, Michael.”
The grandmother waited until her grandson left the room and focused her attention on Harvey. “You’ve already done so much for him so I only have one request. No more Trevors. That means no original Trevor at the wedding.”
And, just like that, Harvey had found the common denominator with the lady. “Understood. I’ll make sure he’s surrounded by the right people.”
“Thank you. That would mean a lot to my old self. You’re an angel to me and Mike. I hope you know that.” She reached out and patted him affectionately on the cheek. “So I understand that you want to propose to him properly.”
“Yes. Don’t tell him but I’m planning to do it on New Year’s Eve.”
“That’s wonderful.” Her smile couldn’t have been any brighter. “Please excuse him if he sheds gross tears all over you. He’s never learned how to cry prettily.”
When Mike poked his head into the room, Harvey and his grandmother were sharing a laugh. “What’s so funny? Lunch is ready. I hope you guys weren’t laughing at my expense.”
Harvey looked at Edith who gave him a small wink. He had a feeling that whatever they served at the nursing home would make a perfect meal. He had gotten Mike’s grandmother’s approval and very few things could make him feel this valuable.
On Monday morning, a woman with fiery red hair was walking down the hallway of Pearson-Hardman in her favorite pair of boots. Her pace got faster and faster as she was eager to check if Lana had treated her area well.
‘Oh my god, what are those?’ She hadn’t expected to see flowers waiting for her on the desk. ‘It’s about time I got a secret admirer! A girl needs to find a man before she gets more lines on her face.’
Donna quickly approached her area and threw her purse on one side of the desk. Her face immediately lit up at how the basket contained a wide variety of fresh flowers. Some of the flowers weren’t easy to find during the winter in the States and Donna couldn’t help but be impressed. ‘Whoever sent me this must know the best florist in the city.’
That was when her heart skipped a beat. Who would know the best florist in the city? Who was the one person apart from her who knew the best people in all the fields?
If her guess was right, it meant that she had no secret admirer, but Donna still hoped that she was right. She carefully took out the card nested between the violet and the Japanese iris and opened it: Welcome back. Looking forward to meeting your eyes every day. -Yours, Harvey
“Aww… Damn right, you’re mine, Harvey Specter. Some things will never change.” Donna beamed as she blessed her eyes with the beautiful gift. Yep, it did look like there were over two hundred flowers.
“What’s that silly grin on your face?” Norma approached her colleague with caution. Perhaps Donna had drunk too much eggnog during the weekend and was still out of it.
“Look, Norma! Harvey got me these! Can you believe how sweet he is? I adore flowers!”
“I can tell…” Norma had come to discuss some matters regarding the fan club but it didn’t look like a good time.
“How am I going to take this home? It’s too big and heavy. I’ll be forced to keep it on my desk! Really, Harvey should’ve known that I don’t like to show off my gifts.”
Norma wanted to point out that it looked exactly like she wanted to show off her gifts but she didn’t want to ruin someone’s happy moment. She would like to think that she was nothing like her boss even though they had worked closely for many years. She wasn’t going to stomp on other people’s happiness just because she was envious. “I think I’ll stop by again later. Enjoy your flowers.”
“Thanks! I definitely will!” Donna caressed the flowers as if they were her firstborns and Norma turned on her heel, wondering why her boss would never do anything sweet like that.
Her mood only got worse when she walked past Lex’s office to get to her area. Apparently, Donna wasn’t the only one who had received flowers today. She frowned at how Lana’s face was about to break with joy at the sight of yellow tulips on her desk.
‘I like yellow tulips too. Frankly, who doesn’t?’ Norma pouted as she stomped past the disturbing scene.
‘Is it flowers’ day or what? It’s definitely not secretaries’ day since that’s the fourth Wednesday of April! And, I don’t know about Donna but I’m clearly more competent than Lana, so why am I not getting any flowers?’ Okay, maybe working so closely with Louis was starting to rub off on her.
Norma wasn’t the only one who had a problem with Lana getting flowers and being so happy about it. Lex was standing a few feet away from his office, gaping at the scene in front of him. Someone had sent flowers to his beloved secretary. If it weren’t for his good reflexes, he would have dropped his briefcase in shock.
‘But I thought we had finally made some progress last Friday.’ Lex thought about how he had offered her a shoulder to cry on in an empty conference room after Harvey had left her in tears. She had apologized profusely for making a mess on his suit but he had reassured her that there was nothing to worry about. Then he had proceeded to remind her how she had constantly saved him and his career over a cup of tea and some consoling biscuits.
Lex took a few steps and made his presence clear. It was creepy to keep watching her from the corner. “Good morning, Lana. If I may ask, who had the pleasure of sending flowers to such a beautiful lady?”
Lana smiled at the compliment. “These are from Mr. Specter.”
“Harvey gave you those?”
“Yes, he wanted to say thanks and sorry about last week.” She held up the card with a warm smile.
“Oh, that’s very nice of him.” Lex nodded, thinking that he should get her flowers too.
Lana bit back a smile at how relieved her boss looked. He could be cute like that. Then she thought about what Harvey had suggested in the card while Lex looked like he was trying to see through the card. “Lex, do you have any plans for New Year’s Eve?”
Lex looked at her with genuine surprise. He hoped that he had heard her right. “Not at all. I have plenty of time.”
Lana blushed a little before she decided to go through with it. Despite her concerns, Harvey had reassured her that she was good enough for him and that the ‘moping senior partner’ wouldn’t let her down. “Then would you mind taking me out to dinner that day?”
Lex’s briefcase finally hit the floor. “Would I mind? I would love to take you out to dinner, Lana.”
Then he pulled out one of the tulips from the bouquet and kissed the petals before handing it over with his heart.
“You’re so romantic, Lex. I’m sure Seth will agree.” She giggled as she took the flower with a happy face.
“Oh, please don’t ruin the mood like that.” Lex almost pleaded which made his secretary laugh even louder.
Lex picked up his briefcase and let Lana get back to work. He couldn’t wait to walk the few steps to his office and come up with a plan for a great dinner date.
When Harvey had made it to the office after an early meeting with a particularly diligent client, the first thing he noticed was how Donna was back in his life.
“Hello, Donna. Long time no see.” He noted with pride that Donna had separated the flowers and had put them in vases all around her area.
“Hello, boss. Thank you for the flowers. They’re lovely.” Donna smiled and opened some files that needed Harvey’s signature.
“You’re welcome.” Harvey smiled back and pulled out his pen.
“In exchange, I’ve got something special for you.” She held out a business card which immediately left a frown on Harvey’s face.
“A couple counselor? Why would Mike and I need a counselor for?”
Donna confirmed that Mike was busy before leaning forward. “Because it’s always a good idea to make sure everything’s all right before proposing to your loved one.” She was doing this for another reason but Harvey didn’t have to know.
“How did you know I was… Never mind.” It looked like Mike’s grandmother was already a part of the information network.
“Don’t worry. He doesn’t know. I told him I set up an appointment because of your OCD.”
“But I don’t have OCD.”
“You can say that to your counselor. She’s one of the best in the field so use her wisely.”
Harvey let out a disapproving grunt but didn’t argue any further. He didn’t want to upset his secretary on the first day of her return.
“And, I wanted to ask you something. Mike already gave me his permission but I’d like to check with you too.”
Donna’s polite tone caught Harvey’s attention. “What is it?” He asked as he finished the last signature.
“Could I be your official wedding planner? I’ve already ordered all the magazines they have on gay marriage and who knows you two better than me?” Donna patiently waited for an answer with a twinkle in her eyes.
Harvey studied her face for a moment before he smirked. “You fear you might have competition. That’s why you’re asking for something that’s obviously yours.”
“I refuse to respond to that on the grounds that I don’t want to.”
Harvey made a face and Donna batted her eyelashes innocently. “What? I learned it from you!”
“Fine. You can be our wedding planner. Do you need it in writing? Louis and I already have enough problems. If you and Norma start pulling each other’s hair, Jessica might be tempted to get rid of all four of us.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. Mike’s working on those papers as we speak. I knew you were going to say yes.” Donna got up from her seat and kissed her boss on the cheek. “I won’t take my duty lightly. You know that.”
“If our faces are going to be this close, I think I should explain myself to Mike.” Harvey joked and glanced inside the office.
Mike was sitting at his desk with a peaceful expression on his face as he carefully typed on his laptop while sipping at his tea. The white city behind him made him stand out and Harvey wished that he had an eidetic memory so he could remember this moment for a very long time.
Click.
Harvey turned his face and saw that Donna was snapping pictures of his boyfriend.
“I’ll send them to your laptop right away. Don’t you worry.” Donna grinned and Harvey couldn’t help but return the kiss on her cheek. Now that she was back where she belonged, everything was all right in his world.