Suits fic I'll never finish writing

[rsadelle]

This week's ep is apparently a flashback one, including Harvey and Donna's past, which means that all of the Suits snippets I'm never going to turn into real stories are going to be even more thoroughly jossed than they already have been, so it seems like an opportune moment to release them into the wild.


The story where Donna marries her partner

The bit in my head is about Harvey dragging Mike down to the car at lunchtime. Mike is very surprised that Donna's coming with them, and even more surprised when they get to the courthouse and they're there for Donna's wedding to her partner. Dialogue excerpts:

Donna's one moment of panic: "Harvey, what am I doing?"

"Remember ten years ago when you had me draw up all those papers even though I told you over and over that I'm not a family lawyer? This is making all those papers unnecessary."

And: "Donna, you brought me along as a witness for your wedding? I'm honored."

"Don't be. I told Harvey he had to bring a date, and you clean up nicely."


Scenes from a friendship

This would be gen fic about Donna and Harvey, and how they became friends even before they worked together.


People look at Donna and Harvey and they think they know things. They see a high-powered, well-dressed lawyer and his equally high-powered and well-dressed assistant, and they think they know what that means. They think they understand that relationship. They think they know who they are and who they are to each other. They don't know shit.

*

The line's good, and so is the voice. Donna thinks, "Maybe," until she turns and gets a look at the fashion disaster standing next to her. "No," she says.

"Really? That usually works for me."

"Not this time, but buy me a drink and I'll tell you what's wrong with your suit."

"There's nothing wrong with my suit." He buys her the drink anyway, and she tells him fifteen things that are wrong with his suit, from the color to the fabric to the width of his tie.

"Who are you?" he asks, watching her with the rim of his glass resting on his bottom lip.

"Donna," she says. "Who are you?" She leaves out the "the fuck" that belongs in the middle of that question, but thinks he gets it anyway.

"Harvey."

*

On Saturday morning, Donna gets up and rifles through her purse for the bar napkin with Harvey's phone number. She can tell from his voice that she's woken him up, and the jeans, t-shirt, and shoes he's wearing when he meets her at Starbucks are even more of a disaster than his suit.

"Oh, honey," she says, "no," and she makes him buy the coffee as penance for having to look at him all day.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong with this outfit now?" he asks when he hands over her coffee.

"Everything," she says. "Let's go. This is going to take even more time than I thought."

Somewhere around the third store where she lingers outside a dressing room and passes judgment on him, he asks, "Why are you doing this?" He steps back into the dressing room after he does, and she watches his feet step out of the pants in the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor.

"Because you gave me a good line," she says, "but you're going to have to look the part if you want to get anywhere."

He steps out in a suit that makes his ass look fantastic.

"That one. You're getting that one."

Four more stores, two sandwiches, and a second round of coffees later, she's found him three suits and enough casual and business casual clothes to round out his wardrobe, and she's done it in less money than should be possible. He actually looks impressed at that second round of coffee when he adds up the receipts.

"I'm a goddess of shopping," Donna tells him. "And a lot of other things, but right now, that's the only one you get to know about."

"I thought we were done," he says, when she drags him out of the coffee shop before they're fully recaffeinated.

"We're done with stage one," Donna says. "Now on to stage two."

Neil greets her with an air kiss and Harvey with a grimace.

"I know," Donna says. They stop in the middle of Neil's living room-slash-workshop and stare at Harvey. "That's why we're here. We already did the shopping. Now it's up to you."

"There are people who think I'm a very attractive man," Harvey says. They both ignore him.

"He's a disaster."

"I'm working on it. Trust me, I approved every purchase in those bags." When Neil doesn't unfold at that, Donna pulls out the big guns. "If you do this, I will walk in your next three shows."

Neil narrows his eyes at her. "Can I put you in yellow?"

"You can put me in whatever you want," Donna promises. If it were someone else, she might not make the promise, but she's seen Neil's work, and none of it will make her look bad.

"All right." Neil sighs. "You," he points at Harvey, "strip. Underwear stays on, and I choose what we work on first."

Harvey crosses his arms over his chest.

"Come on, Harvey," Donna says. "Stage one was buying clothes. Stage two is making them fit properly. Strip for us."

*

Harvey hangs up the phone, turns to look out the window, and doesn't move for long enough that Donna goes in.

"My dad finally drank himself to death." Harvey still doesn't turn to look at her. "I don't know what to do."

"I do." Donna walks around the desk to get in front of him. "Go home. I'll take care of it."

It takes a minute before he looks at her. "I don't need to-"

"Go home. Don't make me tell Jessica."

*

Donna nudges him with her toes, and he puts his hand on her ankle to stop her. He keeps it there until the record ends and he gets up to change it.

She laughs at his choice.

"You don't seem like you have a broken heart," Mike says, "either of you."

"I'm a good actress." Donna gets up when Harvey holds out his hand to her.

"I know," Mike says, before Harvey can speak. "You don't have a heart."

Dancing with Harvey is easy, easier than it's ever been with anyone else. She just has to follow his lead.

"I used to. Long before you, but then someone ripped it out of my chest and stomped on it."

As Harvey turns them, Donna can see the way Mike's watching them, like he's not sure he should believe Harvey.

"Really?"

"Really. When I was even younger and more hapless than you. I was in a bar, innocently preparing to order a drink, when I saw the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, before or since." He's laying it on thick, but he's smiling at Donna almost well enough for even her to believe him. "So I used my best line, and this woman looked at me and said, 'No.'"

"It wasn't the line," Donna says. "It was the suit."

"What was wrong with the suit?" Mike asks.

"Everything," Donna and Harvey say together, and they share a quick grin.

"I didn't know that then," Harvey says. He turns them, so Donna's looking at Mike. "Wouldn't you hit on her?"

"No," Mike says.

They both look at him, cheeks pressed together, only moving because Harvey's too good to let even that stop him.

Mike holds out his hands, one of them still holding his drink. "I know better. Donna's way out of my league." It's a good save.

Harvey dips her, smooth as anything, pulls her back up. "Kid, you're not even in the same sport."


Five times Donna and Harvey didn't sleep together, plus one time they did

Three of the five: when Harvey joins the DA's office, when they leave the DA's office, Scotty's wedding.

The plus one is when he asks her to marry him:


When she realized he was serious, she narrowed her eyes and looked at him. Not that she hadn't looked at him nearly every day for the last fifteen years, but she took her time about it, the crinkle of his eyes when he smiled, the line of his jaw, the perfect knot of his tie.

"You're the only person who knows everything about me and hasn't left."

Donna just raised her eyebrow at that. "This is a big thing you're asking. Do I get to test drive the merchandise before I decide?"

"If that's what you want." The shift was subtle, but it was there. She could see what it was - more than just Harvey - that got him the women he got.

"Yes," she said, and held up a hand before he could gloat in any way. "You're coming to my place."

*

"These are my best moves."

"Your best moves are boring." Donna ran her hand through Harvey's hair. "You can do better."

He did. He bit the inside of her elbow, licked her ankle, ran his fingers lightly down the inside of her thigh. He stopped treating her like one of his pickups and started trusting that she could take what he was giving her. (She could.)

She rolled them over after she handed him a condom, after he was inside her, so she was on top, so she was looking down at him, so he could see the whole stretch of her body.

After, he lay down next to her and said, "What's the verdict?"

Donna propped herself up on an elbow. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Harvey sat up. "That was better than my best."

"Well," Donna said, "I'm not going to marry someone who won't work for it. You're going to woo me, you're going to tell Jessica, and we're going to get Mike into law school, and then we'll see."

"What does Mike have to do with anything?"

"He's our responsibility. I don't want children, but I'm not going to marry someone who doesn't take care of his responsibilities."

"And Jessica?"

"Your profession may have a long history of marrying your secretaries, but this isn't the fifties." Donna paused. "Besides, she'll never be your best man if you don't tell her from the start."

"Mike will be so disappointed."

"We'll need a flower girl."

"Will we?" Harvey looked at her, all sharp eyes and confidence, thinking he'd won.

"Maybe." Donna laid down, and Harvey came with her to stretch out at her side. "If you pass muster." If he did half as well as she thought he could, she'd marry him and be glad of it. And if he didn't, she could find out if it really was better to have loved and lost or if that was, as she'd always suspected, bullshit.


Mike/Harvey/Donna and variations poly fic

This story is the real reason I finally read The Ethical Slut, and then I never even finished writing it.


"Would you hurry up?" Donna asks. "I have a date in twenty minutes." She rolls the condom onto Harvey. "I'm going to make him wait, but not all night."

Harvey slides into her, nice and easy, and she puts her arms around his shoulders, hooks her heels behind his back.

"I thought you liked it when I took my time." Harvey jerks into her, getting only half a huff in response.

"Sometimes I do," Donna says. "But I spent all day watching you and Ross eyefucking each other, and I'd like to come now."

"We weren't eyefucking each other." Harvey gets his hands under her ass so he can get better leverage.

"Oh, you were," Donna says into his ear. "I bet you'd like to fuck him over this." She lets go of him enough to tap his dining room table.

"This table is your fetish." Harvey pulls out of her, flips her around so she's leaning over the table, and fucks into her again. He gets better access to make her come in this position.

She shoves him off after they both do, leaving him to get rid of the condom.

Ten minutes in his bathroom and she comes out looking as fresh as she did when she arrived at the office that morning, possibly even better because the orgasm has her relaxed a little, and smiling.

"I'd kiss you," she says, "but I don't want to redo my lipstick again."

Harvey waves at her from the table. "Go. Have fun."

*

Mike looks around the apartment, taking in everything he didn't get to see the time he showed up drunk on Harvey's doorstep, but there's just Donna, leaning against the counter separating the kitchen from the dining area that isn't separated from the living room by anything more than a stretch of empty space.

"Where's Harvey?"

"He'll be along later." Donna flicks her fingers at him. "You should take off your clothes now."

Mike just stares at her. "What?"

"Your clothes. Harvey likes to fuck in half his suit, but you don't need the dry cleaning bills." Donna stops leaning, reaches behind herself for a zipper, and steps out of her dress in only heels and perfectly matching black lingerie. "Unless you don't want a chance at this." She makes an illustrative gesture sweeping down her body.

"Oh, I want," Mike says. He loosens his tie, leaves it and his coat draped over a chair - Harvey will kill him if he finds out Mike's been leaving parts of his suit lying on the floor - kicks off his shoes, has his shirt unbuttoned and ready to leave on one of the dining room chairs when he gets there.

Donna has wriggled out of her panties and perched herself on the edge of the table. Mike forgets all about getting his pants off and kneels in front of her instead. He stays there for a long, enjoyable time before Donna pulls him up.

"It's okay, Mike," she says. "You can fuck me now." She produces a condom from God only knows where and rolls it onto him after he manages to make his fingers work well enough to get his pants open.

He's not bad at that either, and she's thoroughly enjoying it when Harvey comes home, takes one look at them and says, "Started without me?"

"How could I resist?" Donna tips her head back to look at him. There's a quirk of a smile on his face. "He's very good with his mouth too." She puts her hands on Mike's shoulder blades. "Why did you stop? Don't stop."

"But Harvey," Mike says. He looks past her and frowns. "What's he doing?"

"Getting lube and more condoms, if he knows what's good for him," Donna says loudly enough to be heard halfway across the apartment.

"God, you're bossy." Harvey leans over Mike's shoulder to kiss her. Her mouth's already messy from Mike's. He touches Mike's hip. "You done this before, Mike?"

Mike stills and turns his head. "Threesome? No. Fucked in the ass? Yes."

Harvey and Donna share an aggrieved look.

"What?" Mike looks from one of them to the other. "The law is a precise matter. This seems like it should be one too."

"Come here." Donna kisses him to shut him up. She also lies flat on the table and pulls him down with her so Harvey will have a better angle for his part of this.

Mike makes a noise against her mouth, half surprised, half pleased, when Harvey does whatever it is he's doing at the moment. Donna would care more if it weren't for the fact that he's stopped paying attention to her.

"Come on, rookie," she says after letting him get away with it for a few minutes. "Don't forget what you're doing here."

Mike moves, until Harvey says, "Stop moving."

"Harvey," Donna protests.

"Just a minute, princess," Harvey says with that insufferably smug smile on his face. He tears a condom wrapper, and a moment later, Mike's moaning and Harvey's controlling both of them.

Mike comes first, of course. Who wouldn't between Harvey and Donna? He makes a noise when Harvey pulls out of him. Donna sits up and pushes him away. He's still a little dazed when Harvey switches the condom for a new one and slides into Donna.

"He really that good with his mouth?" Harvey murmurs into her ear.

Donna laughs. "I'm sure you'll get your turn." She hooks her ankles around his hips and her arms around his shoulders.

Harvey nips at her neck and thrusts into her. It's good, and then Mike gets out of his stupor and sits on the table behind Donna, legs outside hers. His hands slip between them, and he puts one of them on her cunt. The heel of his hand presses into her clit and Harvey slides through his fingers every time he moves.

*

"I have the book. You can read it after you take a shower. I'm not talking about my feelings. I'm willing to give up sleeping with other women, but not Donna."

Mike turns that over in his mind, the switch from sex to negotiation - although he's starting to think they might be the same thing for Harvey - engaging his brain. "And other men?"

Harvey pulls back and gives him the look he gets when he's vaguely disappointed, like Mike should already know the answer. "There are no other men."

*

"The great Harvey Specter cooks."

"The great Harvey Specter has no problem turning you over his knee."

"Kinky. Is this part of getting it?"

"No. Well, yes. You should always have the ingredients for at least three meals you know how to cook in the house in case of unexpected guests, but I like to cook." Harvey levels him with a look. "Spanking, a little light bondage. Sometimes I really want to gag you."

Mike doesn't disappoint him by backing down. "What do I get to do to you?"

"What makes you think you get to do anything to me?"

"Can I fuck you?"

"Not until after dinner."

That does make Mike pause. "Really?"

"Really. If you think I can't be in complete control with your dick in my ass, you haven't been paying attention."

*

"You know, things would have been a lot easier if I'd read that book earlier."

"Yes," Harvey says, distracted by a pan that needs careful watching. "You could have been sleeping with me all this time."

"You? Oh, no. I was thinking about Trevor and Jenny. Everything would have been so much easier." Mike fishes a slice of carrot out of the pile of vegetables on Harvey's cutting board and crunches down on it.

"Trevor and Jenny," Harvey says in a low tone, before he stops and narrows his eyes. "You're messing with me."

Mike fishes out another slice of carrot. "Yep," he agrees cheerfully. "Well, mostly. It might have been easier if we'd just slept around within our little," he makes a circling gesture with the carrot, "trio."

*

"The good thing about this is that it hasn't stopped you from eyefucking each other. It's very hot."

*

"I'll blow you if you finger me after."

Harvey looks at her for a moment, her lips and her hips and her hair. "Deal." He takes off his coat, kicks off his shoes, and settles into his couch. Donna can do the rest.

And do it she does, opening his pants, getting his cock out, going down on him. Donna's work is always good, and this is no exception. It isn't quite the effortlessness of watching baseball, but it's close enough, and she swallows when he comes.

Then, of course, he has to hold up his end of the deal, but she makes even that easy for him, straddling him so he can mouth at her breasts while he puts his hands in and on her cunt.

Mike's voice calling, "Honey, I'm home," follows the opening of the front door. Harvey's sure he'll get over it eventually. "I would have been here earlier but my boss had me going over a million pages of contracts." Mike's footsteps come closer and stop. "Oh. Looks like you've started without me. Anything I can do to help?"

"No," Donna says. "He's fulfilling his part of a deal, and that deal is negated if you help." She looks at Mike for a long moment that has Harvey biting her nipple to get her attention back. "You can kiss him though."

Mike leans over her to do it. The angle's not the best, but watching it still makes her even wetter. Then he kisses her breast on his way to her mouth. She didn't tell him he could do that, but it's worth the insubordination for the way he looks at her when he pulls back.

"You-"

"I did," she says. She wriggles on Harvey's fingers, getting them exactly where she wants them.

"Would you-"

"Not a chance."

Harvey steals her attention back with the way he touches her. She comes with a soft sigh, and he doesn't stop until she moves off of him to flop onto the couch next to him.

"It's totally my turn now, right?" Mike asks.

Donna laughs and Harvey waves a hand at him. "You can take care of yourself."

Mike has no problem with that, except for how suits are too many layers to get through. "Can I come on your tie?"

"No," Harvey says without opening his eyes. "You can come on yours. If it gets ruined, you'll have to replace it."

"I like this tie."

"It's skinny," Harvey says. "The only thing that could make me like it would be if it were tied around your wrists."

Donna nods in agreement, and Mike grips his cock a little harder.

"You could do that," he says. "I wouldn't mind."

"I know you wouldn't, rookie," Harvey says, smiling now, even though his eyes are still closed. "Are you going to stand around all day or are you going to jerk off?"

Mike picks door number two. The sight in front of him - Donna wearing only an unbuttoned blouse, her bra, and her shoes; Harvey in everything but his coat with his soft cock hanging out - makes it go quickly, and he doesn't come on anything but his own hand.

*

"Shrimp Caesar," Donna says. "And tiramisu."

"Fettucine Alfredo and tiramisu," Harvey says. "And get extra garlic bread."

Mike gets the lasagna and chocolate cake. If he wants tiramisu, he can always steal a bite from Donna or Harvey. Probably Harvey. He lets Mike get away with more than Donna does, but then he gets more orgasms out of Mike than Donna does.