"(Y/f/n) (Y/l/n). I love you. I LOVE YOU!" (Y/n) heard. Her mouth dropping, as she heard the declaration. Not sure whether she had actually heard, what she thought that she had heard.

She knew it was harsh, but (Y/n) couldn't help but question the words. She knew that Harvey had a strange sense of humour. Prone to the odd sarcastic quip, or three. But surly Harvey wouldn't joke about a thing like that. Especially not now. The female detective sure that if he was, there would be another dead body found on the streets of Gotham.

Despite the fact that neither of them had ever said it outright, she knew that she loved the jaded older man. Hell, she wouldn't have put up with his bullshit for all this time if she didn't. She wouldn't have turned a blind eye to the times that he had stepped over the morally correct line. When he would do things like take evidence, or worse, when he had taken a drink of something out of a fridge a body had been found in. (Y/n) always finding herself growing nauseous at the memory. Though the knowledge that he wasn't always like that, had been the thing that had kept her coming back. That had kept her taking him to her bed. Enjoying what the older man could do. And even though the woman behind the coffee shop counter had told (Y/n) that Harvey had said things to her. Had asked her out. (Y/n) at this moment couldn't help but remember that if he didn't care about her, he wouldn't have put up with her shit either. That he would never have put his life on the line for her, if he didn't give a damn.

"Honey........please. I don't know what that crazy woman told you, but it was a lie. Okay, I confess that her attention was a boast to my ego in the beginning. I mean, it's not like I look like Rudolph Valentino for god's sake. But I know that there's no other girl for me, than you. I love you (Y/n). Just open the door, and we can talk about this. We can figure this all out. I don't want to lose you, baby. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. That, and if I don't get these weeds of yours in some water soon, they'll be nothing but stalks." Harvey told her through the wooden ingress. (Y/n) doing her best not to laugh at his comment, as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. Slowly getting to her feet and straightening herself before reaching up to open the door.

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Harvey slid down the wall, until he was sat on the floor. His back pressed up against the door to (Y/n)'s apartment. Taking the worn hat from his head, as he heard nothing but silence from inside the apartment.

Despite the fact that neither of them had ever said it outright, Harvey knew that (Y/n) loved him. Hell, she wouldn't have put up with his bullshit for this long if she didn't. She wouldn't have turned a blind eye to all the times that he had stepped over the line. When he done things like remove evidence from a scene, or worse, when he had taken a drink of something out of a fridge that a body had been found in. Harvey shaking his head at himself, as he recalled the look of disgust on (Y/n)'s face. Yet despite all that, she would keep coming back for more, because he knew that she could see in him things that others couldn't. She kept taking his jaded old ass back. Loving him when no one else would. Making him feel things that he had never felt before. And in turn, he wouldn't put up with her own special type of crazy, if he didn't love her. Though what else he could say at this point to convince (Y/n) of that, he didn't know.

Harvey couldn't help but think back to the evening when (Y/n) had introduced him to her mother. The elder woman looking down her nose at him, as he had moved into the booth at the very expensive restaurant. It never clearer to him than at that moment, that (Y/n) was meant for better things than being a cop in Gotham. Meant for a better man than him. But as the old woman had spoken about him as if he wasn't there. Telling her daughter that he was far too old. That he had nothing to offer. And she wanted her to have nothing to do with him. (Y/n) had got to her feet, replying that she didn't care about any of that. That she had made her choice, and if her mother didn't like it, then they didn't have to see one another again. Before she had taken his hand and pulled him from the restaurant. Harvey sure that he had never been prouder of her. The memory leaving his mind, as he found himself falling backwards. His eyes focusing on (Y/n) as he looked up at her.

"Hi." Harvey said, as he struggled to his feet. Finally smiling as he was able to see her face properly.

"Did.........did you mean it? Did you mean it when you said you loved me? Because if this is some kind of sick joke, Harvey Bullock. I swear............." (Y/n) began, her words cut off, as Harvey reached out and placed his hand on her cheek. His thumb softly brushing away the last of the tears.

"I meant every word, honey. And I have never been more serious about anything in my life. I love you. How could I not? Ya smart, funny, beautiful, you put up with me, and the things that ya can do in the bedroom can make my toes curl............." Harvey told her. A deep chuckle leaving his lips, as (Y/n) playfully smacked his arm. Harvey taking the opportunity to move closer. The flowers dropped to the floor, as he pulled her into his arms. His forehead resting against hers.

"I love you too. You Danish scoffing, coffee swigging Irishman. But promise me one thing.............."

"Anything......................"

"Don't ever go back to that coffee shop................."

"I promise." Harvey agreed, as he closed the door behind him. Pulling the coat from his shoulders and throwing it and his hat onto the sofa behind (Y/n), before taking her into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom.

"Now, why don't you tell me about this new lingerie you mentioned." Harvey chuckled, as he kicked the bedroom door closed. The detective knowing that the rest of their night would be filled with his own special brand of sweet talk. Sweet talk that he kept just for (Y/n).