All My Fortunes At Thy Foot I'll Lay

Title: All My Fortunes At Thy Foot I'll Lay
Fandom: Suits
Ship: Harvey/Mike
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: "Do you play?" Mike asked, head nodding towards the baby grand piano in the corner, and before Harvey could answer Mike continued with, "Nah, you're probably one of those rich bastards who buys a piano just because they can afford it and can't play a note to save themselves."
The statement was delivered without heat, a twinkle in his eyes, and Harvey couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't an accurate account by any stretch of the imagination, but before he could protest Mike was up off the couch and heading over to it. He sat on the soft bench and lifted the fallboard, his fingers gliding reverently over the keys.
Authors Notes: Written during the mid-season two hiatus, so just ignore everything that happened post High Noon - especially Mike getting high again after that night with Harvey. Thanks as always to my lovely beta smartalli.

( Harvey was enjoying a rare night off. )