His jacket had a silver colored silk lining that he loved running his fingers over whenever he had to reach into his breast pocket for his phone. It was probably in his top three of favorite jackets he owned.

Well, no, maybe that's a lie.

It was definitely his favorite. It was the one he'd won his first jury-decided case in, but that really wasn't the reason. That win had been followed by Harvey pulling him in close by the lapels and kissing him soundly.

"What was that for," Mike asked when he broke the kiss.

"Being so goddamned sexy in that suit," Harvey growled into his ear.

"But you kissed me...out here," Mike said, gesturing to all the people milling about on the steps of the courthouse.

"Don't care," Harvey replied as he pulled Mike flush against him, his lips finding Mike's.

If this was a dream, Mike never wanted to wake up.

This thing, this dance he and Harvey had been doing for the last four months was wonderful, the sex mind-blowingly fantastic. But no one knew outside of a handful of people...even less people than those in the know about Mike's lack of law degree.