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Frank closes the door behind him softly. He hadn’t expected to meet Becca like this—in the ER on the 4th of July on his first day back at work in ten months—but it was nice to formally meet her all the same.
“Let’s do a urinalysis for Becca and confirm a UTI, Perlah?”
Perlah nods. “On it.”
“Thanks,” he says as she departs, distracted by a sudden buzzing in his pocket.
Mel, 3:42pm
I need help.
Outgoing text, 3:42pm
Is it not going well?
Mel, 3:42pm
No.
We’re only 10 minutes in and they’re already taking a break.
The attorney needed to take a call.
Outgoing text, 3:42pm
Can you meet me in the stairwell on the West side?
I’ll be quick
Mel, 3:43pm
Please.
I have until 4.
Outgoing text, 3:43pm
I’ll be right there baby.
Frank puts in the orders for Becca and two other patients as quickly as he can before running across the ED and into the West stairwell. He takes the stairs two at a time and climbs up to the fifth floor, where Mel is waiting for him.
She doesn’t look good.
She’s pacing, clenching her hands together and muttering to herself. “Flynn Edwards presented with altered mental status due to low oxygen from measles pneumonia. Any change in intellect was due to hypoxic brain injury. The tap was perfect with no complications.”
“Mel?”
She doesn’t stop her pacing. “Flynn Edwards presented with altered mental status due to low oxygen from measles pneumonia. Any change in intellect was due to hypoxic brain injury. The tap was perfect with no complications. Flynn Edwards—”
Frank takes two large steps across the landing and puts himself in her path, wrenching her clenched hands apart and putting them in his, squeezing immediately. He makes direct eye contact and slowly backs her towards the wall.
“Mel, baby, tell me yes.”
Mel whimpers. “Please.”
Frank takes the few final steps to push her against the wall—they don’t have a lot of time, he has to move quickly—and spins her around, deliberately putting both of her hands on the concrete and lightly pushing her forehead into her hands.
“Please be careful, baby,” he whispers, and watches intently as she shakily nods.
“Please, Frank.”
Frank nods and quickly presses himself to her back. He’s been hard since she’d handed him Becca’s chart (her tiny little hand in his makes him fuzzy sometimes), since she’d trusted him with her person (she’s so brave, trusting him with Becca), since she whimpered and left the room (she knows what that whimper does to him). He’d had to cover himself up with the clipboard just to get out of the room, but here, with Mel, he can press his dick into her ass and groan as loudly as he wants as Mel whimpers again.
“How hard, baby?” he asks as he pulls down her scrubs just past her ass and lightly pets her core. She’s wet already, thank god, they do not have time. “How bad is it?”
“It’s… I’m so in my head, Frank.” Mel whimpers as he slides two fingers in—she’s not as wet as he usually makes her before fucking her, but it’ll have to do. “I can’t even, I’m so anxious, it’s all over my body—”
“So, hard? Need to get out of your brain?” Frank thumbs her clit lightly and Mel shudders.
“Please.”
Frank doesn’t need any more encouragement. He pulls his scrubs down just enough to take his dick out, nudges Mel’s legs a little wider, and slowly pushes himself into her cunt.
“God, Mel,” he grunts as he slowly carves out space for himself, sinking deeper and deeper. They’ve talked about it—she’s just so tiny, and while he’s not the tallest guy ever, he’s not exactly small, so when he presses himself inside her it’s always slow going and intense. Once he felt himself through her skin, saw himself making an outline in her stomach, and watching Mel wriggle around, impaled on his length, not able to move is just…something else.
Even now, Mel is writhing, antsy and not quite prepared for the burn, but as soon as he bottoms out and she’s totally full, she stills and sighs in contentment.
It’s something they found out a few months ago. Whenever Mel’s completely full, stuffed to the brim, her brain finally turns off. It’s almost like a magic trick, really, watching her wriggle and writhe until he’s fully seated and then suddenly—she’s as content as could be. She’s like a kitten, purring in his lap, speared on his cock, just happy as can be completely split open. Nothing else matters in the world. Not his wife, not her job, not his job, absolutely none of their responsibilities matter when he’s pressed inside her as deep as he can go.
And Frank has become a big fan of making Mel forget her responsibilities.
Mel whines as Frank pulls back out. Poor baby.
“Baby, you gotta behave, we don’t have a lot of time.”
“Frank, please,” she begs, tiptoeing her legs a little wider to create a better angle as he pushes back in.
“Do you need me to shut you up too?” Sometimes that’s helped, to be completely helpless, to be completely stuffed full and just made to take it.
“Stop asking me, please, I can’t—I don’t want to think right now.”
“Alright, baby,” Frank whispers in her ear. “You asked for it.”
Frank pulls out quickly and then slams back in. It’s rough, it’s fast, it’s exactly what Mel needs right now. Mel squeaks loudly, the sound echoing through the stairwell, and Frank takes one of his hands and stuffs her mouth with three of her fingers.
“Baby, you gotta be quiet,” he murmurs, dragging his other hand under her t-shirt, her scrub top, and finally her sports bra to clutch at her breast. “We gotta be quick.”
“Mmph,” she grunts into his fingers, trying to take them deeper into his mouth. God, this girl.
“You know what Becca said?” he asks after a particularly hard thrust. The sex itself is mostly enough, usually, but sometimes, Mel needs to be fully distracted, to be taken fully out of her brain.
Mel doesn’t say anything, but she does make a soft mewl and her teeth scrape over his knuckles, which he counts as a response.
“She said you say lots of nice things about me,” he teases, tweaking her nipple hard. “Are you saying nice things about me baby?”
Mel whines, long and loud, and he knows the answer is yes.
“Like what, baby?” he asks, knowing he’s not gonna get an answer as he’s fucking her silly. “I know you didn’t tell her about visiting me in rehab, but did you tell her about fucking me in the car in the parking lot? How you couldn’t wait to jump me? How you whined for me?”
Mel whines again now—recreating the sound she made in her car as she leapt over the console and sat himself in her lap, just minutes after collecting him from rehab. Abby hadn’t even known he was getting out that day—but Mel knew, and Mel picked him up, and Mel dragged him into the backseat of her car and begged him to fuck her, and who was he to say no?
“I don’t think you told her that,” Frank teases again, his tone a little darker, a little more mean as he picks up speed.
That’s another thing they discovered: she likes when he’s a little mean.
Frank squeezes her breast one more time before walking his hand down her stomach to her core and making a hard swipe at her clit. Mel keens—bowing backwards off the wall, the back of her skull slamming into his collarbone.
“Careful, baby,” he reprimands, leaning in and taking a small bite of her earlobe. Mel groans this time, loud and intense and Frank knows she’s close. “I know baby, I know, it’s so hard isn’t it. It’s so hard, but you can do it baby, I know you can do it.”
Frank starts pumping faster—he can feel it coming in the base of his spine, in his stomach, he’s so close too, but Mel needs it in a specific way, needs to be completely overwhelmed in order to stop overthinking.
Meanly, Frank presses harder into her clit. Harsh, fast, hard circles, and suddenly Mel is squealing in his arms, biting down on his fingers—fucking hell—and Frank is following right after her, burying himself to the hilt and biting the flesh of her shoulder with a loud groan as he spills inside of her.
It’s only afterwards that Frank is soft with her.
After a few minutes of just heavy breathing and recovering, Frank pulls his fingers out of her mouth—slowly, she doesn’t like to be empty all at once—puts her sports bra back into place and readjusts her two shirts, and finally—only at the very, very end—pulls himself out of her, tucks himself away, and softly pulls her underwear and scrub pants back on.
It’s only then, when she’s empty again, that Frank twists her around and pulls her into him, running a hand through her hair as she clutches at his chest. She likes things a very specific way, his girl. And he’s all too glad to give it to her.
Eventually Mel sets her chin on his chest and looks up at him with her big green eyes. “Better?” he asks quietly, thrilled when she closes her eyes contentedly and nods her head. “Good.” Without dislodging Mel, Frank pulls out his phone to catch the time—3:57pm. He reluctantly separates from her and puts two hands on her shoulders.
“Now, I don’t want you to go to the bathroom, okay?”
Mel furrows her brows, still fuzzy and speechless, a little out of it.
“You’re gonna go back in there dripping, okay? And that’s gonna be distracting enough that you’re not gonna worry about the deposition.”
Mel smiles softly as she recognizes what he’s trying to say.
“Now,” he says, squeezing her shoulders and then letting her go, “give it to me once, and only once.”
Mel takes in a deep breath. When she speaks, it’s clearer and more confident than she’s been all day. “Flynn Edwards presented with altered mental status due to low oxygen from measles pneumonia,” she recites diligently, her voice unwavering. “Any change in intellect was due to hypoxic brain injury. The tap was perfect with no complications.”
“That’s right,” Frank reassures her. “Now you go back out there, and you kill it, okay baby?”
“Okay,” Mel agrees quietly. She looks down over herself and then back up to him, asking, “How do I look?”
Frank looks at her—she looks put together, mostly, but her hair is a mess. Frank runs his hands over her hair, trying to smooth down some of the frizz, and when he looks at her again, it does look slightly better. Still a bit messy, but there’s nothing he can do now.
“You look like you’re about to win a deposition,” he says softly before leaning in to kiss her briefly on the mouth. Mel leans up on her tiptoes, putting her arms around him and deepening the kiss—she’s always needy after something hard, like this was, and he’s always thrilled to be needy with her, but she needs to go.
Mel’s phone buzzes, ringing 3:59pm and Frank pulls away.
“You got this, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I love you.”
Mel melts, leaning up to kiss him once, and then twice. “I love you too.”
“Go, go,” he encourages, pushing her towards the door. She goes quickly, a spring in her step, and Frank watches until the door swings closed behind her. “You got it, baby,” he whispers to the closed door before turning and walking slowly down the stairwell. He only makes it a few steps before his phone rings—
“Langdon?” Dana yells in his ear. “Where the hell are you? It’s the fourth of fucking July did you go on vacation?!”
“Shit, fuck, yeah be right there,” he yells back, ending the call and racing down the stairs.
Just as he opens up the door back to the ED his phone buzzes again.
Mel, 4:01pm
Thank you ♥️
Please keep me updated about Becca!!
Outgoing text, 4:01pm
I got her baby, don’t worry!
You focus, you got this
Mel, 4:01pm
I know, I know.
She’s in good hands.
I just worry.
Outgoing text, 4:02pm
Love you. ♥️
Mel, 4:02pm
Love you. ♥️