toucanparty:

Suits-sketches 1: The lawyer on a bike

andfinishedknowingthen:

tickatocka:

Mike’s mind moves too fast to really focus on anyone’s words after the first 12.7629 seconds of a typical Pearson Hardman Employee Rant™ but the fact that it’s Harvey talking makes it even harder than if it were Louis or Jessica or even Rachel. Because while it takes at least 14.4 seconds to tune out of the aforementioned three’s ramblings, it only takes 2.43 seconds into a conversation with Harvey for Mike to remember how absolutely, dangerously enamored Mike is with this particular lawyer. Standing closer only makes the distraction worse; from this distance, Mike notices everything. And everything about Harvey — from the color and movement of his lips, to the musky, burning scent of his cologne, to his sleek suit, all the way to the fiery darkness of his eyes when he’s angry like he is now, and the two moles above his left brow, and the broad, firm spread of his shoulders, and his eyelashes, the sharp cut of his cheekbones, the dark patch of stubble he missed shaving this morning under his chin, the lines around his mouth that merely appear for polite smiles but deepen so beautifully for genuine ones, and, god, that voice — is perfect. Perfect — and perfectly, painfully, unattainable.