Motion Denied // Harvey Specter

The bar was warm, dimly lit, and buzzing with the kind of energy that only came from victory. Carmen leaned into Harvey's side, her head resting lightly against his shoulder, her fingers toying with the condensation on her glass. Harvey had an arm draped lazily over the back of her chair, his thumb grazing absentmindedly against her shoulder. It wasn't a conscious thing, but Carmen noticed.

Mike sat across from them, nursing a beer, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. "I still can't believe how clean that win was. Like, I expected a win—obviously, because you two are terrifying—but I didn't expect Calloway to get that wrecked."

Harvey smirked. "He walked in thinking he had a game to play. He just didn't realize he was three moves behind from the start."

Carmen let out a laugh. "Oh, he realized. You should've seen his face when I said I had no regrets."

Mike grinned. "Oh, I saw it. He looked like he aged ten years in real time."

Carmen took a sip of her drink, tilting her head at Harvey. "And you," she teased, nudging him slightly. "You could've let him suffer just a little longer before moving on. Would've been fun."

Harvey raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Carmen, if I let every opposing lawyer suffer as long as they deserved, we'd still be in that courtroom."

Mike let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Jesus. You two together are actually unbearable."

Carmen smirked. "Aw. Is it making you uncomfortable, Mike?"

Mike groaned dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. "You have no idea."

Carmen exchanged a glance with Harvey, a slow, mischievous smirk creeping onto her lips. Then she turned back to Mike. "Okay. If it bothers you so much, just cover your eyes for a second."

Mike blinked. "What?"

Carmen's expression didn't waver. "Just do it."

Mike squinted at her suspiciously. Harvey, on the other hand, had already caught on, a knowing smirk forming as his fingers brushed against Carmen's knee under the table.

Mike exhaled in exasperation, throwing his hands over his eyes. "Fine. But if you're about to do something gross, I swear—"

He didn't get to finish.

Carmen turned smoothly, grabbing the sides of Harvey's face with both hands. Harvey's grip on her hips tightened, a smirk still playing at the corner of his lips as their faces hovered close.

"Really committing to this bit, huh?" he murmured.

Carmen smiled, their noses brushing. "Of course."

And then she kissed him.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't shy. It was deep, unhurried, full of something charged and inevitable. Harvey responded immediately, one hand sliding up her back, fingers pressing into the fabric of her dress as he pulled her closer.

Mike groaned. "Oh, come on!"

Carmen and Harvey didn't stop.

Mike grumbled, "I knew you were gonna pull something, and I still fell for it."

Harvey finally pulled back just enough to glance at him. "Then that's on you."

Carmen let out a satisfied hum, leaning back slightly, her fingers still resting lightly against Harvey's jaw. "Don't act like you're that disgusted, Mike. You knew this was coming."

Mike pointed aggressively between the two of them. "Yeah, but I didn't need a front-row seat."

Harvey smirked, leaning back into his chair, arms still comfortably around Carmen. "You didn't have to look."

Mike exhaled sharply, downing the rest of his beer. "I hate both of you."

Carmen grinned. "No, you don't."

Mike groaned, pushing back his chair. "You know what? I'm getting another drink. Alone."

Harvey barely even looked at him. "Get me another while you're at it."

Mike threw up his hands as he walked toward the bar. "Unbelievable."

Carmen turned back toward Harvey, her fingers still brushing over his collar. He was already looking at her again.

She smirked. "Think we broke him?"

Harvey hummed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "He'll survive."

Carmen tilted her head. "And us?"

Harvey's smirk deepened. "Oh, you think there's an 'us' now?"

Carmen rolled her eyes, fingers toying with his collar. "Please. We both know there's an us."

Harvey hummed, his fingers tracing the seam of her dress absentmindedly. "So confident."

Carmen leaned in slightly, her voice dropping just enough to be dangerous. "You like that about me."

Harvey's hand slid just a little further up her back, his gaze flicking over her face. "Among other things."

Carmen smirked. "Name three."

Harvey didn't even blink. "Your stubbornness, your mind—" He leaned in, his lips just barely brushing hers as he finished, "—and the way you knew I was gonna kiss you just now."

Carmen barely had time to smirk before his mouth was on hers again, slow and deliberate, stealing any possible retort she might've had.