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It’s not like Frank was dying to go to Trinity Santos’ birthday dinner. In fact, he could name five, ten things he’d rather do on his Friday night, especially given that tomorrow was both his and Mel’s day off. They could go out, just the two of them, they could order something and stay in, they could visit Becca at the center, they could… hell, they could go to a pottery class, it was cool with him.

But alas, Santos was a friend of Mel’s and Yolanda was a good friend of his and as it happened the two of them had decided to try out a healthy, adult relationship and to forever trap them into going to their events. Frank had been worried at first, naturally. Yolanda may have been tough but she had feelings too and they were pretty hurt during the first rounds of whatever was going on between the two of them. And Frank should know. He had been the one on whose shoulder Garcia had cried (only semi-metaphorically; when he had seen that first tear he had known that it was very, very serious). 

Unfortunately, the tears had also shown him that Yo was pretty serious about her. Or at least would be if and when they both sucked it up and talked it through once and for all. He could tell by the way she talked about her, the sheer vitriol she sometimes spat, only to follow it up with a dopey smile and a fond memory of the two of them.

So, when Garcia had told him, on one of their bi-weekly hang outs, that they were finally doing this, that they were trying for real, Frank Langdon had accepted his fate.

He pondered all of that as he was getting out of the shower, the steam fogging up the place, and making it hard to see. Blindly, he reached for his towel, wrapped it around his waist and stepped out. He was just trying to figure out if the place they were going to was casual enough for jeans or not when he lifted his eyes and almost lost his balance. 

Mel was standing on the other side of the bed, by the mirror and was combing her hair. She was already dressed but Frank was honestly too afraid to focus on her dress for too long. 

She looked in his direction at the sound of the bathroom door opening and (after trailing a look down his chest; Frank had to note that - he was only a man) stood up from her chair and took a sort of half circle around it.

“Oh, good! I really don’t want to nag, but I’m worried we’re going to be late if we don’t hurry.” Now, standing up, Frank could take an even better look at her, and suddenly his mouth felt dry. It wasn’t a dress he had ever seen her wear. He hadn’t even known she owned one like it. It looked sort of medieval - it had a corset, long puffy sleeves and a deep neckline. It wasn’t indecently short (though Frank wouldn’t have minded if it had been) but it was over her knees and Frank suddenly felt like a Victorian man, driven insane by the sight of an ankle. 

It was… the most perfect dress for Mel. She looked like a princess in it, the colour a deep royal purple, and Frank was left gaping at her. She suited it so well it was like the dress had been made with her in mind, like she had ordered it from a little dress-maker elf with the sole purpose of driving Frank crazy. He wasn’t sure he would survive the night.

“Frank, hello?” 

With great difficulty he managed to lift his eyes to her face, though he was sure his mouth was at least a little open. Mel frowned and got closer to him, putting her hand up to his forehead.

”Do you have a fever?” 

“Uh, no.” And then, without warning he leaned down and kissed her, grabbing her waist and pulling her towards him. She squeaked at the sudden motion but let herself be dragged and indulged him for a second. Then, she pulled away.

“I’m sorry. I know we’re late and need to go but uh,” he was sure he was blushing, which was kind of ridiculous because he was pretty sure it wasn’t conventional to still blush seeing your girlfriend after you’ve been together for a year. “You are really fucking beautiful in that dress.”

”Oh!” Mel was blushing now too, and looking at the floor, though she had a small, self-satisfied smile on her face. “Thank you.”

”And very fucking hot,” He was aware that his cock had hardened and that his towel wasn’t hiding much of anything and apparently Mel realised the same thing when she looked down and made a small noise. “Is there any chance you let us skip dinner and just… fuck, Mel.” 

“Frank, we can’t,” and although her tone was firm, she had gotten that look in her eye, the one that always sent tingles down Frank’s spine. “We promised. But…”

”Yeah?”

”I’m gonna be wearing it the whole night and,” She rose on her tip toes and gave him a kiss, just a peck, before smiling innocently, “maybe at the end you can take it off.”

Frank almost lost his balance at the words, coughing when he tried to swallow the spit that had gathered in his mouth. 

“Please do hurry, though! White shirt and trousers is fine I think.” And she returned to the mirror like nothing had even happened, leaving Frank standing uselessly in the middle of the room, with a head full of cotton and wondering how he had managed to end up with Mel fucking Kind and how he was going to survive it.

The first time Frank had realised he loved Mel in a tangible, conscious way (because really, he had loved her on that first day, on the floor of the break room amidst the smell of chemicals in the air, the weight of a wedding ring still on his finger) was the morning after their first night spent together (which was a whole different, weird story, involving too many innuendos in a game of scrabble as well as a carefully placed mirror in the hall upstairs). He had woken up to an empty bed, hair in his eyes and the most peculiar feeling in his belly. It had been something akin to the feeling you got as a kid before going on a trip or before a big event or maybe Christmas. He hadn’t felt it in a long time, which was why he hadn’t been able to put his finger on it then. He could now.

He had found her in the kitchen. What led him to Mel had been the very faint sound of music, coming from the room (some rap song, Frank thought, although he was sure he hadn’t heard it before. He wasn’t very hip with things like this). She had been sitting at the kitchen table, hair down, wearing her pajamas, her feet clad in pink fuzzy slippers. Next to her, on the table, were her cup of tea and the morning paper and Frank could have been fooled that he had transported to the 60’s or something. Who still read the morning paper? In physical form no less. And yet the sight of her stirred something warm and cozy in his chest, seeing her in her own space, completely at ease. He had to fight the urge to jump straight from his spot by the door and tackle her to the floor just to be able to engulf her whole.

When she felt his presence in the room her head turned to him way too quickly, leaving her glasses a bit crooked on her nose. Seemingly without noticing it she flashed him a bright smile, one that Frank couldn’t help but return.

“Good morning! God, today’s crossroad was so exciting! Oh, sorry, I won’t spoil it for you if you want to do it by yourself, of course. But you won’t believe what they had for 7 across.”

She then had returned to whatever article she had been reading as if she hadn’t completely obliterated any semblance of a normal thought that Frank could have had. He had felt his chest tighten and he had wanted to respond, naturally, but something had been lodged in his throat and it had been hard to get the words out. 

“I hope I didn’t wake you up. The music isn’t too loud, I don’t think.” As she had lifted her head once again she must have noticed something in his expression because she had faltered, an almost scared look in her eye. “Frank?”

“Yeah,” He had to clean his throat so as to be able to say anything. “yeah, sorry. No, you didn’t wake me up.” He had shaken his head and when that didn’t suffice he had swiped a hand across his face.

“Frank, are you okay?” Mel had bitten her lip, eyes now darting nervously around the room. “I’m sorry if you uhm,” her voice had gotten quieter with every word she had said, “regret last night. We don’t have to do it again.” 

This thing between them had still been new and fragile then. They had decided to take it slow for both of their sakes - a date at a nice restaurant, a hiking trip, a visit to a museum. Some kissing here and there, some touching and grinding but nothing beyond that. Frank had felt like a teenager again, all the excitement and nervousness and pent up desire swirling in him, constantly thinking of her, getting distracted while at work, while driving, while with his kids. So that night, when everything had finally come to a head it had been… life-changing felt like too small a way to describe it. 

“No!” His voice now had suddenly been too loud, the yell ringing in the tiny kitchen. “Mel, look at me.” He hated that with his moronic slow brain he had managed to wipe the whole excitement and happiness from Mel’s face in a second. Nevertheless, she turned to him, her hands now clutching one another in front of her.

“I could never regret what we did last night. It was one of the best nights of my life.” He had managed to crack a smile. “Only after the birth of my children. They both were early risers or very very late depending on how you define those terms.” And okay, that had probably been an over-explanation.

Maybe it had been alright though, because the smile had returned to Mel’s face, albeit a smaller one.

“Yeah?” 

“Promise.”

She had blushed and nodded a few times, more to herself than to him, Frank thought.

“Okay. It was like that for me too.” Her smile had turned shy, though now she had caught his eye and was refusing to look away. The urge had been overwhelming then, and Frank had already been struggling to fight it so he had just blurted it out. Inelegantly. Honestly. 

“I love you.” It had come out in a rush, all jumbled into one word and he had wanted to slap himself in the face. Mel had just been looking at him though, staring with her mouth hanging open a little. All of a sudden she had stood up, so forcefully that her chair had almost tumbled down and she had made the few strides necessary to stand directly in front of him and then when Frank had thought he would vomit from anxiety she had hugged him. She had wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face in his chest. His hands had come around her shoulders on instinct and he had leaned down to kiss the crown of her head. 

“I love you too.” 

And that had been it.

The ride to the restaurant was uneventful if a bit hurried since they were already about ten minutes late. Frank did have a hard time focusing on the road while Mel was sitting next to him, though. On red lights he put his hand on her thigh, not too high up, just enough, just to make a promise. It left her blushing every time which in turn made Frank smile and feel like his stomach was doing a backflip. 

The restaurant was fine, fancy even, some Mediterranean place, which Frank had never heard of but had seen that it had great reviews online. The others were already there, looking through menus and chatting pleasantly. It was all people from work which Frank wanted to make fun of Santos for but then remembered that he himself didn’t have any friends outside of work either (well, he did go bowling with Andre, the dad of Penny's best friend, every once in a while so that had to count for something).

”Ah! Took you long enough.” Was Santos’ greeting, although she was smiling (at Mel) and seemed to be in a good mood. That might have had something to do with Yolanda sitting right next to her, their hands clearly linked under the table. 

“I’m so sorry, Trinity, we really did try but I guess we lost track of time and-“

”Okay, okay, I don’t wanna hear about you and Langdon staring into each other’s eyes or whatever it is you did while you should have been getting ready.” She stood up to more formally greet them and she and Mel hugged. With something not unlike surprise Frank noted that the hug was a long and tight one, one of those that you swayed from side to side in. He had known, of course, that Mel and Santos were close but that hug betrayed that they were probably closer than her had assumed. That probably meant that he had to start getting along with her better. Whatever. 

“Happy birthday, Trin.” Mel handed Trinity an envelope. Frank had suggested completely as a joke that they should get her a spa day so she could learn how to relax but Mel had thought it was an amazing idea, so here they were now. “It was actually, um, well,” Mel threw a look at his direction. “It was Frank’s idea.”

Santons (Trinity?) raised her eyebrows almost to her hairline and, for the first time that evening, looked at Frank. 

“Seriously? Should I be expecting a five dollar bill and a voucher for the hospital cafeteria then?” Frank rolled his eyes but smiled, once he saw that she was too. Absent-mindedly he pulled Mel towards himself, setting his hand on the small of her back.

”Shut up and just open it. Happy birthday, by the way.” Santos really did look happy and more at ease than he had ever seen her in the hospital, though that was probably true for all of them. But now, in her off the shoulder top (a term that Mel had taught him one day, when they went out shopping; she had been unsure if she should buy one, but the moment Frank had seen her with it on, he had been unwavering) and denim skirt, she looked young and open and far less like the menace he had grown to expect.

“Oh, shit.” Santos laughed as she saw the content of the envelope and Frank, for a very very very brief moment of time, felt nervous that they had picked wrong. But then she turned to Yo to show her the voucher. “Look at this! I’ve been meaning to do something like that for ages.”

”Oh, my massages aren’t good enough?” She winked at Santos, who actually blushed and hit her on the shoulder. 

“I never said that. But I don’t remember you specialising in giving massages.” She moved her gaze back to Frank, assessing him for a beat. He tensed up, ready to hurl back whatever she said to him, but she just smirked.

”Good job, Langdon. That actually earned your entry to my birthday on your own. You were just Mel’s plus one until now.” Frank groaned, mouth already open to respond but before he could, Santos added, “And… thank you.”

Her smile was genuine if small, her face opened up to him for maybe the first time ever and Frank couldn’t help but return it. 

“Now sit you asses down, we all almost starved to death waiting for you two.”

From that point on dinner was good. Frank was happy to chat with Yolanda and he was glad to be sitting in front of Samira, who was probably his other closest colleague since they had spent the longest working together. All in all it was pleasant - it was fun, if not a little frightening to listen to Javadi and Whittaker’s conversation about Tik Tok influencers and all the conspiracies tied to them; it was interesting to talk with Mohan about the weirdest cases they had worked on that week; it was even nice to exchange jabs with Santos, especially now that neither of them meant them very much. 

Most of all, it was fun watching Mel drink three glasses of wine and get progressively more relaxed, listening to her loud laugh and the wild conversation she ended up having. Another effect of the wine had been- well. Since they had sat down Frank’s hand had found its way back to Mel’s thigh, caressing her with his thumb from time to time, but mostly just staying there, feeling the warm skin beneath the fabric. An exhilarating new development was, however, that, as the night went on, Mel put her own hand on top of Frank’s and was moving it higher and higher, little microscopic distances each time, but in the end it had gotten dangerously high, so close to her core, that Frank had grazed it once, as he had moved his fingers, making her thighs clench and his half-hard cock jump in his pants. 

It seemed like no one noticed, which made the whole affair even hotter, knowing they were doing all this and having normal conversations at the same time, smiling and nodding and being normal. On one occasion Mel had taken her hand up to his mouth and his stomach had tightened, unsure of what she would do, but she had just wiped off some excess sauce from the side of it. After, though, she had put her thumb in her mouth and sucked, while making eye contact with him and he had had to clear his throat and rearrange in his seat, which did earn him strange looks from the others.

At the end of the evening, when they were all just finishing up their desserts, Santos suggested they go to some club that was supposedly nearby and decent. 

“Oh, let’s do that!” Mel was the first to answer, squeezing Frank’s hand in excitement. She shook it and sent him a pleading look, jumping in before he could open his mouth, “C’mon, Frank, it’s gonna be fun!” And really, who was Frank to say no to that?

The bar was pretty crowded when they got there so they had to squeeze in at a table made for far less people than they were, which resulted in Mel more or less sitting in his lap. 

Mel, to the big surprise of everyone, Frank included, decided to take up Santos and Whittaker on their offer for shots and Frank decided that after the second one it was time he stepped in. He didn’t want to seem like the controlling asshole or the buzzkill but he knew in what state Mel would wake up tomorrow if she continued like that and he wanted to save her from the full effect of the hangover. Plus he was worried that she might do something she might regret or be embarrassed about in the morning.

Something a bit like what she was doing now. From her position on his lap every kind of attempted dancing would have been incriminating but Frank was pretty sure she was moving with purpose, swaying her ass in circles, slow and hypnotic and then, on a faster song she would straight up do these little jumps on the beat, which left his heart beating fast and his pants feeling tight. 

So, when Santos came to their table with yet another set of shots, it was with a Herculean effort that Frank gently pulled Mel towards him so he could shout in her ear above the noise.

”Baby, I don’t think another shot is a good idea. You’ll thank me tomorrow morning, believe me.” 

Mel looked like she heard very little of what Frank had said, instead concentrating on his lips, and Frank knew before he felt it, that she was coming down for a kiss. It wasn’t like they had never kissed in front of their friends, it was just that usually Mel was the one who was anxious about PDA and preferred not to do it, so Frank had always managed to keep his hands to himself in public. 

That was what he was worried now, that he was somehow taking advantage of her, that tomorrow she would wake up and feel violated, disgusted and ashamed and would blame him for not stopping her sooner, for which she would have the full right. So, he indulged the kiss for a moment (or two; it had been a long and trying night) but in the end he pulled back.

”Mel, honey, are you listening to me?” Her eyes still looked dazed but she nodded. “Let’s go to a more quiet place, okay?”

”Okay.” 

He led her by the hand to the hallway which led to the toilets and staff rooms, where the music was muted and there didn’t seem to be any people. Mel clung to him like a kid and the desire and guilt were both weighing heavy in Frank’s belly. She moved against him, trying to capture him in a kiss again, but he held her face a few inches away from his.

”Mel, you’re drunk,” and then, because he couldn’t help himself, he gave her a quick peck. “I’m worried you’ll do something you’ll regret tomorrow.”

Her hands were moving, one caressing the back of his neck, one tangled in his hair. She frowned at his words, like she couldn’t grasp their meaning. 

“What? No, Frank, I’m an- I’m an adult,” there was a slight slur to her speech which wasn’t helping her case but her eyes had gotten surprisingly clear. “I’m a human adult doctor.” She pointed at her chest as she said that before returning her hand in Frank’s hair. “And I want you. Always.” 

She pressed herself more firmly against him, grinding herself on him, letting out a small satisfied sound at the contact. It was taking everything that Frank had not to move his hips against her or crush her in his grip. She brought her face closer to his, her lips next to his ear. 

“Don’t you want me?” Her voice was small and not at all like it’s been so far, but a little scared, insecure in a way that made Frank’s heart break in two. He took hold of her then, his hands finding their way around her waist. 

“Fuck, of course I do. I’ve wanted you since I saw in this sexy fucking dress.” His hand moved to cup her ass. “But I need you to be sure, Mel. Look me in the eye and tell me you know what you’re doing.” 

She did just that and the sight of her big brown eyes, a little wide, a little brighter than usual, but still rational, still the smart eyes of his Mel, left him catching his breath.

”I’m okay, Frank. I can guide you step by step on how to perform a thoracotomy, “and, okay, that shouldn’t have made Frank’s cock jump like that but it did, “and I really, really want your hands on me.”

”Jesus Christ, Mel.” The hand that was on her ass squeezed it tight and he felt her backing up against it, while simultaneously trying to press herself closer to him. Unable to resist any longer he kissed her punishingly, all the desire pouring out of him, all spit and bite, and noises coming from both of them, that he was grateful no one was around to hear. 

They stayed captured in that kiss for a long time, barely coming up for breath, her hands in his hair, his own against her ass, pulling her closer to him, grinding his dick against her until he felt like he was either gonna lose his mind or come in his pants like a schoolboy. 

He broke the kiss, trying not to pay attention to the line of spit connecting their mouth for a second before breaking. 

“We’re leaving.” Mel only nodded against him, letting out a quiet uh huh before both of them were off to their table. The group had broken apart while they were gone, Santos and Garcia making out near the bar, while Javadi, Whittaker and Mohan were very ardently discussing… something. They all raised their eyebrows at Mel and Frank, who were gathering their things in what Frank hoped was a nonchalant way (but most probably wasn’t), and were probably itching to make a comment but were either too fond of Mel or too unwilling to piss Frank off to do so. 

“We’re off. Tell the birthday girl bye from us.” He glanced over to the two girls. “But I’m sure she won’t care much.”

”Bye, guys!” Mel waved to them in a way that was overwhelmingly endearing and they all smiled and said their goodbyes in response and with that they were finally out of the bar and breathing the fresh and slightly cool night air. Mel was pressed against him and Frank kissed the top of her head, holding her tightly.

”You alright? Are you cold?” 

“No, I’m perfect.” 

“Well, I agree.” She giggled next to him and nudged him with her elbow. 

“That was so corny.” 

The drive back to their place was electric. They kept exchanging mischievous smiles, like what they were about to do was something very naughty and sinister and the whole thing was rather goofy but it left Frank feeling happy, something warm and big and right filling his chest.

They barely made it past the front door of their apartment before they were all over each other again, pulling and holding and pressing all rolled into one, their bodies one hot mass, which simply couldn’t be separated. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” they were in the doorway to their bedroom, Frank’s hands engulfing Mel’s whole body his mouth hot on her neck. “Tell me what to do with you, I want to do everything, everything.” 

“Just, please, Frank.” She was looking up at him, her eyes huge and wet and so full of a mixture of love, devotion and fear. Her hands were gripping the front of his shirt and when Frank put his own over hers they were shaking, just slightly. Distinctly he could hear two stray cats fighting outside, as well as the steady hum of the old fridge Mel had brought over from her old place. He felt like he was going mad .

“Take care of me. Make me feel good. ” She leaned into him, pressing herself into his arms with all of her weight. He steadied her by her hips. He was probably squeezing her too hard, she would probably have bruises tomorrow but it was taking all of his energy to not do something far far more drastic. Mel got close enough that her lips were touching his ear and Frank felt a full body shiver move through him as her hot breath hit him. It was nothing more than a whisper. “Just be nice to me.”

And Frank could feel his knees start to buckle.

It was a miracle he was able to shuffle them both to the bed before they fell atop it, Frank bracketing Mel’s smaller body with his own. He was kissing her, had maybe started when they were still falling, maybe some time before that. It was hot and bruising, desperate in a way Frank thought it never had been. He wanted to consume her whole, wanted her to see, to understand. He swiped his tongue against her teeth and she opened up for him, letting him explore the whole of her and if he could crawl down her throat and into her chest cavity, into her heart he would do it. 

Frank’s hands were still on Mel’s waist, the same, if not a more punishing grip pulling it towards him, bunching up her dress in search of skin. She was tugging at his hair, something manic in her movements, pulling so hard Frank was sure tomorrow he would wake up to a few hairs less but that was the last thing he cared about. He was rutting his already throbbing cock on her thigh and had slotted one of his in between her legs. 

“Jesus Christ” He could fucking feel her even through all the layers, the heat and the wetness radiating off of her cunt. All for him. Suddenly he needed to speak to her, needed for her to hear him and really listen. 

He pulled away slightly and smiled at her dazed expression. She was so fucking perfect. All the stars were gathered in her eyes. 

“Whatever you want, Mel. I’ll give it to you. The whole fucking world.” Frank’s voice cracked at the last word but he couldn’t even bring himself to care. He leaned down to her neck, licking and sucking at the tender skin there, making sure to leave a mark that would be visible tomorrow. He couldn’t believe the sounds she was making were real, that he was granted permission to hear them - they were high and needy and choked up and were going straight to his dick, which was leaking and probably ruining his pants forever. “I’ll be so fucking nice to you. You’re my best girl. The best, most perfect girl in the world.

Frank felt her stomach tighten and her hips buckle at his words. Mel pulled him up and just looked at him for a long moment. It wasn’t anything he could describe but Frank could feel the heaviness of the moment, that something had passed between them now, the air hot and charged like if there was even a flicker of flame it would all blow up. 

“I love you.” Frank let out a huff, something between a laugh and a simple exhale and below him Mel was becoming blurry so he realised, distantly, that he was probably tearing up. He tried to turn his face, to lower his eyes but Mel’s hands didn’t let him, so instead he turned as much as he could and kissed the side of her hand. He would love her forever, he thought. It wasn’t a revelation, he wasn’t surprised by that thought. It was simply the truth.

Wordlessly they met for a kiss and it was slower than before, not as desperate but still heated all the same. It was everything Frank hoped to convey to her, his tongue fucking into her mouth, his hands now a little more still, thumbs circling under her dress. 

He didn’t know how much time they spent like this - realistically it must have been a few minutes but to him it could have been many hours or just seconds. The sounds that Mel was making had gotten higher again and she had slowly begun thrusting up in aborted little moves, rubbing against his thigh and setting him on fire. 

Frank moved his hand up her thigh, sliding under her dress and inching closer and closer to the place he knew Mel wanted to be touched the most. He hadn’t even done anything and she was already shaking a little which made him smile. The smile quickly disappeared, though, his mouth falling open just the same as hers when he finally touched her. She was so wet, he could barely feel the fabric of her underwear and he heard her curse quietly, before interrupting herself with a moan. 

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.” He moved his fingers over her panties for some time, not putting a lot of pressure - just enough to make her want more. After not even a minute of this Mel gripped the back of his neck and the way her nails were digging into his skin should have hurt but even that felt good.

”Frank. Come on.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her left cheek and then one on her right. “What? You gotta tell me what you want, honey.” He moved his finger up a little and put a bit more pressure right over her clit which dragged a long and shaky whine from Mel.

”Touch me. Please.” Frank buried his face in Mel’s neck for just a second to compose himself, his neglected cock jumping at the sound of her voice. “Anything for you.” 

With one finger he pushed aside her underwear and dragged the rest of them through her wetness, one slow, long line. They both moaned at the sensation, both of their thighs shaking. Frank repeated that a couple of times, never putting too much pressure and trying to avoid her clit. He did touch it a few times, only really ghosting over it, applying the lightest of touches until Mel was sweating under him, gripping him with shaking fingers and uttering some iterations of please and yes and more.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers from her panties and brought them up to his face. He smelled them first, trying to inhale as much as he could and then he put them in his mouth, moaning at the taste. He had closed his eyes without meaning to but when he opened them Mel was staring back up at him, the flush on her cheeks a deep red. 

He removed his fingers and smiled at her.

”You want me to take care of you?” She merely nodded, eyes glazed over. Frank tugged at her dress, making her look down. “I want that too, baby. But we need to take this off first.”

Mel hummed and made a move to stand up but Frank stopped her, pushing her back down. 

“No, you lay there. Let me.” And slowly, very slowly he began pulling up her dress, stopping to kiss every inch of skin that got uncovered. “Lift your hips, honey.” He would frame that dress, he thought as he moved, he would put it on their bedroom wall so he could remind himself everyday how she looked in it. On second thought, though, that would make it very hard to ever leave the room. He could figure it out later.

When he finally got the dress over Mel’s head he made quick work with her bra and then he leaned back on his knees to simply look at her a moment. For the millionth time he thanked whoever was listening that he got to have her like this, or at all, that she was a part of his life, hopefully a permanent one. As he had anticipated Mel got embarrassed by his gaze, she tried to turn her head and cover her body with her hands but Frank took them in his own before she could do that. 

“Mel, baby, look at me.” His voice had come out deeper than he intended but it seemed to have the desired effect as she listened. “You’re perfect. You wanna know what you do to me? What seeing you like this does?”

He moved one of her hands to his crotch and let it rest on the bulge there, hissing at the contact he was craving. He couldn’t help but grind his hips towards her hand, the quiet moan leaving his lips before he could stop it. Not that he wanted to. Mel was looking at him differently now, her eyes hooded and darker. He saw her swallow and it took all of his power not to rip off his pants and let her taste his cock, lick off the precum gathering at the head. It seemed she had the same idea, because her hand moved against him to unbuckle his belt and she straightened herself on her elbows. Gently, Frank stopped her and took her hand again, kissing her and letting it down.

”Not right now. I’m taking care of you, right?” He leaned back down, covering her body with his own. He moved so his face was right over her tits and he licked one of her nipples before taking it in his mouth. “Frank.” He swirled his tongue around it and sucked it, before letting his teeth graze it just the tiniest bit. When he heard her breath catch and felt her hand squeeze his shoulder he did it again but harder. After that he moved to her other breast and did the same, letting his spit leak out and make everything messy and probably a little gross.

He moved down the bed, trailing kisses down Mel’s stomach as he moved, his hands roaming all over her body, squeezing and caressing and touching and touching and touching. When he reached the hem of her underwear he looked up at her, giving her a smile. He took off her underwear in a hurry, nothing like the careful removal of the dress. He was getting inpatient and this was his favourite part.

As he got close to her dripping cunt he couldn’t help but sniff the air around it, his mouth salivating at the scent - musky, a little sweaty and sweet in a way that was getting to his head way too early. Without warning he dragged his tongue all the way from her hole to her clit in one slow, firm movement. The noise Mel let out at that was nothing less than a yell and Frank rejoiced silently. He continued doing these long drags, taking in all her flavours, drinking everything that dripped out of her like she was the first cup of water offered to a man dying of thirst. 

When Mel’s thighs really started to shake he turned his attention to her clit, making swift swirls around it with his tongue, before finally taking it in and sucking it, letting out an involuntary moan at the motion. He felt hands pulling on his hair and legs spasming around his head.

”Frank, I’m gonna-“

Before she could finish her sentence Frank pulled away from her. He saw her open her eyes in confusion, her whole face red, the sweat making it glisten. It made something in Frank split open, a tidal wave of desire coming over him at the sight of her, so ruined, just because of him. He palmed at his cock, which was still in his fucking pants, biting his lips to stop some truly horrendous sound to fall from them.

”Why did you do that? Please.” Mel’s hips were making little thrusts forward and her arms were reaching for Frank. He took them in his own as he lowered himself once again. “Just trust me. This isn’t a punishment, honey. Trust me and I will make you feel good, I promise.” He looked up at her. “Is that okay?”

Mel nodded, just once, before exhaling in a long deep breath, her body loosening up a little. Frank squeezed her thigh.

”That’s right. You’re such a good girl for me.” With that he went back to her pussy, this time not using that much pressure with his tongue, but simply gliding it over her lips lightly. Sometimes he stopped at her clit, blew his hot breath over it and sucked it only for a second before retreating once more. 

Twice he got Mel on the verge of an orgasm and twice he backed away at just the right time. The third time Mel no longer formed actual words. All Frank got as a signal was a littler of higher and higher whimpers and the manic hair pulling which he had come to expect.

As he moved up and looked at Mel’s face his heart constricted. Her brow was furrowed, her lips between her teeth, her hair sticking to her cheeks, her glasses sliding down her nose. Her whole body was shaking now, not just her thighs and when she met Frank’s gaze the only thing she could do was open her mouth and let out a weak moan that reverberated through his body, all the way down to his toes. He nodded at her.

”Okay, okay.” He kissed her stomach gently. “You’ve been very good. I’ll give you what you need.”

He reached out and carefully removed the glasses from Mel’s face, leaving them on the bedside table. He stepped out of the bed entirely, his own hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt. When his underwear hit the floor Frank had to close his eyes and count to five in order not to come just from the feeling of the chill air hitting his weeping cock and Mel’s eyes tracking his every move. 

He made his way on top of her again and captured her lips in a kiss. It was a messy one, neither of them having the patience or the capacity to be neat. Frank felt Mel’s legs wrap around his waist, their hold tight. 

“You want it, baby?” He was peppering Mel’s face with little kisses, one for every freckle, one on each eyelid, on each brow. “Do you want me to fill you up? To give you my come? You deserve it, sweetheart. Did so well for me.”

The words were coming out of his mouth on their own volition but he had no time to overthink them. He just knew they felt good, felt right and more importantly, that they made Mel feel good. She was falling apart under him, repeating yes over and over again and his name, or some approximation of the words at least. 

Frank took his dick in his hand and lined it up with her cunt. As he felt her wet heat wrap itself around him, he thought that this wasn’t going to last very long. He thought it was alright, though. Mel let out a cry, her legs tightening around him even more. It was almost too easy to slide inside her, her walls were so wet and welcoming. 

Frank burrowed his face in Mel’s neck as he bottomed out and remained as he was for one long moment. Mel’s hands were moving up and down his body, tangling themselves in his hair, gripping his shoulders and going down his back. Somewhere, in a distant part of his brain Frank thought about how sweaty they both were and that that was probably a little gross, but a larger, much more present part of him liked that their sweat was merging, that in every way they were becoming one. 

With one move he pulled out and with more force than he had intended Frank pushed back in, moving both of them a little up the bed. With that, he started fucking into her with a fast, intense, almost animalistic rhythm, his movements already a little uncoordinated. He lifted his face and looked at Mel in the eyes. His stomach tightened at the view and he knew he didn’t have much left in him. 

Frank leaned down for a kiss, swallowing both of their moans. 

“You ready, Mel?” Before he had finished his words, his voice coming out like gravel, Mel was already moaning, reaching up for another kiss, her hands cupping his face. Frank took one of his hands down her body, rested in low on her stomach and ghosted his thumb above her clit. His eyes never left Mel’s as he brought it down and only after a few seconds of his touch, only after a few flicks, he saw them roll up and he felt it. 

Her whole body tensed up and her hips jerked up. Every part of her was shaking and the noise that came out of her mouth was a thing Frank had been convinced only existed in his dreams. She moved her hands to his shoulders and squeezed with a strength Frank was sure she didn’t possess until now and tensed around him.

Frank’s hips stuttered at the tightening of her walls around his cock and after two rapid thrusts he was coming inside of her with a growl, burning himself deep, so that no drop could leak out, so that his good girl could get her reward in full. He felt light-headed, the world around him was somehow off-kilter for what felt like minutes and for that whole time he felt himself shooting inside her, hot come starting to drip out into the bedsheets.

Eventually his arms and knees gave out and he more or less fell atop Mel, who had gone suspiciously quiet. Frank kissed her neck and nudged her with his nose. His voice came out faint, only a little louder than a whisper.

”You okay?” He heard her hum and felt her head move, which he took as a nod and everything was quiet again. Frank was already starting to feel sleep taking over his muddled brain but he knew, distantly, but with a certainty, that there were some things yet to be done. Mel never slept in the dirty post coital sheets and while at times Frank had nagged at her for it, he always ended up being grateful in the morning when he didn’t wake up in his own fluids. She also liked to sleep in her pajamas, because she always got chilly otherwise. And she hadn’t yet responded to him verbally which was kind of starting to worry him. So he gave himself another second, or two, and pushed himself up.

He had expected her to be asleep, maybe, but when he saw her, her lips were stretched into a smile, her eyes immediately finding his. 

“I love you.” He gave her a kiss as he said it, just because he wanted to, because he could.

”I love you too. That was really good. I’m pretty sure I lost consciousness for about five seconds.” Her eyes darted around the room, before returning to his again. “I would like to do this again sometime.” 

Frank chuckled, even as he absentmindedly noted the heat gathering in his belly again at her words. “We can do it whenever you want. I liked it too.”

Mel’s face scrunched up happily and she seemed done with the conversation, as she closed her eyes, apparently ready to sleep. Before she could lull him into it Frank made his way up, gently untangling Mel’s arms, which where holding him down.

”Shh, sleep, baby. I’ll take care of everything.” 

“I know.” The words were slurred, like she was already halfway asleep and Frank fought the urge to just stand there and watch her like a creep or maybe take a photo of her, which somehow felt creepier. 

It was pretty tricky to change the sheets with Mel still on the bed, but Frank managed to do it, only waking her once, while he was cleaning her up with a damp cloth. She didn’t wake when he was putting her pajamas on, nor when he (it felt a little more proper now that she was clothed) took a picture of her, sleeping with that same smile still on her face. By the time he made his way under the covers with her, his eyes were closing and he was yawing with almost every breath. He took her in his arms, gently, like she could break with even the gentlest touch, though he knew she was far tougher than that. 

He meant to tell her that he loved her again, even though she wouldn’t be able to hear him, but he was asleep before the words had left his mouth.