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Man In The Middle by mskatej (explicit)
/Sorry for the formatting today, but unfortunately I'm running late, so I don't have a chance to fix it right now.
Fandom: SUITS
Pairing: Harvey Specter/Rachel Zane
Length: 8k words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mskatej
Author Website: Ao3
Why this must be read:
Ok, I know. You're probably looking at the pairing, wondering what the hell I'm thinking. I never thought I'd ship Harvey/Rachel before this, but it's incredibly hot and it works. There's some slashy overtones to it (let's face it, with those two, you can't leave Mike out...), but if you're not into the slash, you'll still dig it. If you are, you'll REALLY dig it.
Picking up right after the end of Dogfight, Rachel regrets leaving Mike that phone message and decides to seek comfort at the bottom of a martini glass, but she gets more than she bargained for when she runs into Harvey in a bar downtown.
Also: I've heard rumors of a sequel that's forthcoming, so you if you like this, you probably should let the author know. ;)
It’s quiet inside, but still warm and inviting; jazz plays over the sound system, the lights are turned down low; there are a few couples sitting at tables, a Suit at the bar.
As she approaches the bar she comes to the startling realization that she knows exactly who the Suit is.
“Harvey?” What the hell is Harvey Specter doing in this part of the city?
He turns his head, looking about as surprised as Rachel feels. “Rachel,” he says. “Hello.”
“What a coincidence.” She stops a few paces away from him, frowning. “What are you…”
“I like the music,” he says, picking up his glass of whiskey and staring into it. He swirls the liquid around a few times and then knocks it back, before nodding at the bartender for a refill. “And whatever the lady’s having.”
“Lychee martini,” Rachel says, feeling uncertain about what to do next. Harvey just bought her a drink and they’re both here alone, but he looks a little moody and his tone of voice is flatter than normal. She has no idea whether it would be appropriate for her to join him, but there doesn’t seem to be any polite way not to. Besides, if she does go and sit somewhere else she won’t be able to enjoy her drink, because he’ll be there, at the bar, his presence making her uncomfortable.
She compromises and takes a seat two bar stools away from him. That way he’s under no obligation to talk to her, but he can if he wants to; she’s not avoiding him and yet they’re not officially Sitting Together.
Harvey’s looking at her with a bemused smile, and she fears he can read on her face how foolish she feels; he has a reputation for being a master at reading people—Mike’s mentioned his skill in that area on more than one occasion—and now Rachel is under the spotlight of his gaze and all the stupid thoughts in her head are plastered all over her face and he’s going to start laughing at her any minute now.
Man In The Middle (also on LJ)
Fandom: SUITS
Pairing: Harvey Specter/Rachel Zane
Length: 8k words
Author on LJ:
mskatej Author Website: Ao3
Why this must be read:
Ok, I know. You're probably looking at the pairing, wondering what the hell I'm thinking. I never thought I'd ship Harvey/Rachel before this, but it's incredibly hot and it works. There's some slashy overtones to it (let's face it, with those two, you can't leave Mike out...), but if you're not into the slash, you'll still dig it. If you are, you'll REALLY dig it.
Picking up right after the end of Dogfight, Rachel regrets leaving Mike that phone message and decides to seek comfort at the bottom of a martini glass, but she gets more than she bargained for when she runs into Harvey in a bar downtown.
Also: I've heard rumors of a sequel that's forthcoming, so you if you like this, you probably should let the author know. ;)
It’s quiet inside, but still warm and inviting; jazz plays over the sound system, the lights are turned down low; there are a few couples sitting at tables, a Suit at the bar.
As she approaches the bar she comes to the startling realization that she knows exactly who the Suit is.
“Harvey?” What the hell is Harvey Specter doing in this part of the city?
He turns his head, looking about as surprised as Rachel feels. “Rachel,” he says. “Hello.”
“What a coincidence.” She stops a few paces away from him, frowning. “What are you…”
“I like the music,” he says, picking up his glass of whiskey and staring into it. He swirls the liquid around a few times and then knocks it back, before nodding at the bartender for a refill. “And whatever the lady’s having.”
“Lychee martini,” Rachel says, feeling uncertain about what to do next. Harvey just bought her a drink and they’re both here alone, but he looks a little moody and his tone of voice is flatter than normal. She has no idea whether it would be appropriate for her to join him, but there doesn’t seem to be any polite way not to. Besides, if she does go and sit somewhere else she won’t be able to enjoy her drink, because he’ll be there, at the bar, his presence making her uncomfortable.
She compromises and takes a seat two bar stools away from him. That way he’s under no obligation to talk to her, but he can if he wants to; she’s not avoiding him and yet they’re not officially Sitting Together.
Harvey’s looking at her with a bemused smile, and she fears he can read on her face how foolish she feels; he has a reputation for being a master at reading people—Mike’s mentioned his skill in that area on more than one occasion—and now Rachel is under the spotlight of his gaze and all the stupid thoughts in her head are plastered all over her face and he’s going to start laughing at her any minute now.
Man In The Middle (also on LJ)