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26 October 2011 @ 07:22 pm
[ficlet] Maybe It's the Force (Suits, Harvey/Mike, PG)  
Title: Maybe It's the Force
Author: tiptoe39
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Summary: Harvey and Mike are on a rooftop. They talk about Star Wars. Stuff happens and there is fluff.
Notes: Birthday Fic for _mournthewicked, whose writing blows me away and whose friendship is a treasure and who really should know she is loved. Thanks to akadougal for the prompt!


"Every time I see a sunset," Mike says, leaning on the railing, "I always remember that one scene in Star Wars when he's standing on the farm looking out at the two suns." He hums a bit of the background music, but his voice falls off when he notices Harvey looking at him as though he'd just done a full-on Chewbacca roar.

"What?" he says defensively.

"You think you're Luke Skywalker."

"What's wrong with that?"

Harvey chokes on a laugh and has to pound his chest. "You don't even deny it?"

"Why would I want to deny it? Luke Skywalker is awesome. He's the hero who comes from humble beginnings to cultivate his natural abilities and save the world."

His proud smile is pretty early-Luke-worthy, Harvey thinks, insofar as early Luke was a noisy, whiny dreamer. But there is a sense of the young Jedi in Mike's bearing, the way the wind whips across the roof deck to tousle his hair and the way his body gleams almost white in the side-lit rays of the setting sun. He's hitched himself to a devil-may-care playboy with a fast ship and set out into the dark and ugly world of the corporate Empire, after all. Harvey has to smirk.

"You think you're Han Solo."

Mike's staring right at him, and his eyebrows have sunk into a scowl. He's still grinning, though. "You do. You're thinking to yourself right now that if I'm Luke Skywalker, you have to be Han."

"Pff" is Harvey's considered response.

"I'm right."

"You wish. If I'm any character in any space opera, I'm Kirk."

"You can't bring Star Trek into a Star Wars discussion."

"That wasn't a discussion, it was a monologue. And this is my monologue. I'm Captain Kirk, and you're..." He waves his hand. "You're Scotty. Or Chekov."

"I am so Spock."

"Never."

"I am. Come on. The brain. The always-at-your-side thing." He blushes a little at that, and Harvey wants to wonder why, wants to give in to the warm thing pushing at the corner of his heart that says this expression is important. But his walls are too reflexive and too well-constructed, and he deflects it, bounces it off like a racquetball and sends it flying back into obscurity. He shrugs off the moment.

"You're not wise enough to be Spock. You're the onboard computer."

"How can I be the computer if I have more feelings than you?"

"How can you be Spock, then?"

Mike pauses. "Spock had feelings. Didn't you see the remake?"

It's getting cold now that the sun's almost completely down. Harvey shrugs in his coat and starts to head for the staircase.

Mike jumps from the railing and rushes after him. "You know what? You're Spock," he shouts. "You're the one who doesn't want to admit you have feelings. I should be Kirk. I'm the one who keeps everything running."

"You," Harvey says, "aren't even classic Trek. You're Wil Wheaton."

Mike's footstops stop. "Now that's an insult I can't let stand."

Harvey looks over his shoulder, amused. "You're too easy to provoke."

"I am?" Mike waits a beat. "OK, so I am. But you're still not being fair. I have to be worth more to you than that."

"You're worth the salary I pay you. On a good day."

"Harvey." His voice is just tremulous enough that Harvey registers he'd better stop walking and turn around. "Is that all?"

Mike's trembling like a leaf in the sudden gust of cold wind that blows his hair into a scraggly mess. It's dark now, and the only light is the artificial kind, a hundred thousand office windows around them and neon signs and streetlights and headlights. They're no longer on a desert planet at sunset. Now they're in uncharted space, and Harvey isn't quite sure how to navigate through whatever might come next.

"What kind of stupid question are you asking me?" he says. "You want me to start going on about how I couldn't do it without you?"

"It wouldn't hurt." Mike's voice is raised just beyond audible, and the edges of his sentence are raised, like he's asking permission to say the words even as he's saying them. "How about it, Harvey? How about just saying for once in your life that I'm not just some snot-nosed kid you've taken pity on?"

Harvey doesn't know where this has come from, but he does know it can't go on. Once Mike starts getting it in his head that he's owed some sort of periodic appreciation, he's only going to make Harvey's life more and more impossible. He steps over to Mike and grabs his wrist in one hand, intending to pull him toward the door. "Come on. It's cold."

Mike won't budge. "Nobody can hear you out here," he presses. "I won't tell anyone. Say it. I dare you."

"You dare me?" But they are alone and it is dark, as dark as New York City gets -- and Mike is radiating some kind of magnetism at him, something that's keeping Harvey from turning back and marching for the warm security of inside.

"Sure." Mike cracks a smile. "Admit that I'm your Spock."

Harvey lifts the wrist he's got encircled by his hand. His fingers start to filter downward, and when they slide over Mike's palm, Mike shivers and then stiffens, as though overcompensating will mask the movement in retrospect. "Only if you admit I'm Han Solo."

"Fine."

"And you're Leia."

"What?"

Harvey cocks his head. "You're prissy and demand treatment I don't have any reason or inclination give you, and you think you can teach me something when I'm the one who has eons more experience and connections than you. And I keep saving your ass. You're pretty little Princess Leia, and you're lucky I don't leave you out in the cold."

Mike looks down and sees their tangled fingers. He presses his free palm to Harvey's chest, leans on his weight just enough that Harvey feels it. "Which means you're secretly in love with me."

"I think you've got that backwards," Harvey says. He's looking down now at Mike's upturned face, and the magnetism is almost unbearable now, flowing so strongly from Mike's rosy, chill-flushed cheeks that Harvey is starting to wonder if maybe it's the Force. "You're the one who's in love with me."

A moment passes, and when Mike speaks again, his voice is almost foreign in its quietness. "What if that were true?" he says. "How would you feel, Harvey?" He runs his tongue over his lips in a brief, nervous movement. But his eyes don't waver.

Harvey feels the fuzz of unkempt hair against his hand before he realizes he's cupped the back of Mike's head. Wet lips purse, and Harvey's own brush them, first testing and tentative, then firm. His hand slides down out of Mike's hair and to his spine, settling just below his ribcage, and Mike lets Harvey hold up his weight as they kiss. Mike's allowing Harvey the power to drop him or run away if he has to, but letting him know just the same that Mike's trusting he won't. Harvey could no sooner betray that trust than he could cut off his own hand. He holds Mike steady, letting the kiss linger without deepening, a promise for more that will come in time.

Their lips part. The breath that Harvey takes in scrapes harshly against his lungs in an uncomfortable wheeze. "It's cold," he says.

Mike nods and steps back. He's licking his lips again, his arms folded over his chest. "Go. I'll be down in a sec."

"Don't freeze." Harvey points at him briefly, wagging his finger along with the imperative, and then turns to go inside.

He's nearly at the door when Mike calls out, "Harvey, I--"

Harvey looks over his shoulder. "I know," he says, and opens the door, thanking God he cut Mike off before it turned into a full-fledged re-enactment. Empty rooftop or not, that would have been embarrassing.

Somehow or other, the kiss part was the least humiliating part of the whole conversation. That part felt natural.

There's a lesson there, but Harvey figures he'll wait 'til later to learn it. Maybe on the next coffee break.
 
 
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miss california.: [suits] m/h - please let me tell you._mournthewicked on October 26th, 2011 11:31 pm (UTC)
WEEEE THIS WAS SO CUTE! THANK YOU SO MUCH BB! :3

I love you and it forever.

Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 27th, 2011 12:23 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it!!! <3
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Tiptoe39: squeetiptoe39 on October 27th, 2011 12:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you AND OH MY GOD USAGI IN YOUR ICON I WANT TO SQUISH HER FOREVER.
James: serious shit on the internetdarkestnight01 on October 26th, 2011 11:36 pm (UTC)
did you hear that? that was my cherry popped for Suits fic... XD

my first ever Mike/Harvey and I'm sooooooooo glad it's been you. I mean your fic. XD

I looooooooooooooove it. I left me yearning for more. I need more. *goes searching*
Tiptoe39: evil gabrieltiptoe39 on October 27th, 2011 12:24 pm (UTC)
HAHA. I am a bad influence. <3 Glad you liked it bb!
Morgan O'Conner: Jensen cuteness overload by hsapiensmorganoconner on October 26th, 2011 11:41 pm (UTC)
This was like nine kinds of adorable. OMG. <33333
Tiptoe39: tamakitiptoe39 on October 27th, 2011 12:24 pm (UTC)
w00t!! Glad you liked!
Lady Eternal: ZOMGladyeternal on October 26th, 2011 11:42 pm (UTC)
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I'M NOT EVEN IN THIS FANDOM.

WHY ARE YOU SO AMAZING? WHY DID GOD PUT SO MUCH AMAZING IN THE PERSON THAT IS YOU?

I can't even... this just...

I have a thing for Star Wars. And Star Trek. And this fic is going to live in my little fangeeky brain forever.

::sighs::
Tiptoe39: nerdy paper linktiptoe39 on October 27th, 2011 12:24 pm (UTC)
go watch it WAAATCH IIIITT YOU KNOW YOU WANT TOO..

so happy to hit your nerd button bb <3
aerilexaerilex on October 27th, 2011 12:08 am (UTC)
Ahh the feelings, they're pouring all over the place!

(cuddles this fic)

<3
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 27th, 2011 12:25 pm (UTC)
*cuddles you, and gets a mop for the feelings*

<3 right backatcha!
T: sexybacktriedunture on October 27th, 2011 01:57 am (UTC)
:D They are too cute
Tiptoe39: mattmo justkiss2tiptoe39 on October 27th, 2011 12:25 pm (UTC)
they really are. it's kind of painful :)

Glad it made you smile!
Akadougalakadougal on October 27th, 2011 06:45 am (UTC)
:D

You are so amazing making this epically cute and also totally Harvey/Mike snark at the same time. Awww.
Tiptoe39: chibi utenatiptoe39 on October 27th, 2011 12:26 pm (UTC)
hahaha i can't not make people cute, cute is apparently just what i do XD So glad you liked!
saavikam77: Dean Sam - There for yousaavikam77 on October 27th, 2011 03:03 pm (UTC)
*wibble* ;_;

This was so perfect. ^_______^

*applauds*
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 27th, 2011 05:07 pm (UTC)
*huggles* I'm glad you liked!! :D
Lerah: sleeping Rodney by HSapianslerah99 on October 30th, 2011 06:23 am (UTC)
This is so sweet. Love the way you write Harvey! Thank you for writing and posting this!
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on October 30th, 2011 12:31 pm (UTC)
oh, thank you so much!! <3
mancrave: manmancrave on February 2nd, 2012 11:47 pm (UTC)
Damn it, I do not have appropriate icons for this either!

The fluff! The geeking out! The absolute adorkable-ness that is Mike!

Also, lots of flailing on my part cause Star Wars always makes me a little giddy. And yeah, Mike is soo the Leia to Harvey's Han.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on February 2nd, 2012 11:59 pm (UTC)
He SO is. :DDDD So glad you liked it!!! :D
bballgirl3022bballgirl3022 on April 1st, 2012 05:59 am (UTC)
Awww! This is freaking adorable! I love when they act all dorky and in love :D