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The months between the single, dreamy night they spent together and Frank's impending divorce passed with excruciating slowness.

The Langdons began the process of their legal separation almost immediately, but between figuring out how to split the house, kids, and dog it was still estimated to take several months to settle everything amicably. It wouldn't have been so bad — Mel had waited a long time for a romance like this, so she knew well how to be patient — except that Mel had forbidden them from touching until the divorce was finalized.

"Mel, you rode my face while I ate you out," Frank groaned, rubbing his hands down his face agitatedly. "You came directly into my mouth, and now I'm not allowed to touch you anymore?" Mel's stomach clenched excitedly at the rough bite in his voice.

"Exactly. We already went too far," Mel explained firmly. "What we've done has already crossed a line— well, several lines, really. If you truly want me, then we're doing things right this time."

Frank sighed, but he knew better than to complain. They shouldn't have been having this conversation right now anyways; they were at work, just catching a five minute break between patients a few days after Abby ambushed him with a divorce proposal and Mel (accidentally, she swears) complicated things by sending him a scandalous photo. Frank's entire world, tilted irrevocably on its axis in one single evening. Despite the sins they had committed that night they hadn't caught a moment alone since then, which is why his trembling hands had found their way under her scrub top in the break room the very first moment they could. She would have allowed their frantic path up her spine and under her bra too, had she not felt the metallic press of his wedding band into her skin and tasted bile at the back of her throat.

"Fine," Frank conceded, rubbing his neck with both hands and wincing. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I just…" Mel watched him silently, trying to tamper down the fire licking at her core as she studied the pained twist of his mouth. "…I'll miss you."

He could barely meet her eyes. Mel's heart pounded with a familiar, lonely ache.

"I miss you already," she countered, her voice tentative in its honesty. Frank exhaled shakily but didn't respond the way she knew he wanted to, with more challenges to her hypocrisy. She already had her comebacks locked and loaded, and he saw that right away. Instead he closed the tiny gap between them, his hands finding their way back to her waist. She held her breath as he lowered himself, his hair just brushing her sweat-dampened forehead, but allowed the touch.

"I'll be waiting for you," he promised in that sincere, soft sort of tone that made her knees weak. His breath fanned over her face as she closed her eyes and tilted her chin up, pressing their foreheads firmly together. He smelled of bitter, black coffee and the sticky, sugar-sweet donuts that someone had brought into work that morning. She longed for his fingertips to dig into her waist rather than the respectful way they rested on top of her scrubs.

"…I've been waiting for you," she answered, shrugging even as she breathed in deeply. She wanted to savor his scent, to commit it to memory in the hopes of it easing the pain of waiting. "What's a few more weeks or— or even months, compared to the ten I spent without you? To the lifetime I've lived, hoping to meet someone like you?"

Frank made a pained noise as he nuzzled his forehead into hers, his fingers twitching against her waist as if barely holding back from plunging underneath the dark fabric again.

"You won't have to wait that long, I promise," he murmured. "And if you ever — and I mean even for a moment — feel as lonely as you did before, just let me know. I still want to be here for you. In whatever way you'll let me, as we wait to be together."

Mel nodded silently, too choked with frustration and desire to speak. Why oh why did she have to go and fall for a married man? She wanted to tell him to take that ring off already, to hold her in front of everyone at work as he held her in private now, and announce his divorce to the world. Instead she savored the contact for just a moment more before she forced herself to pull back and step away from him. Frank took a step back as well, pushing a shaking hand through his hair. Mel looked away from the golden shine of his ring.

"We gotta get back to work," she said, already turning towards the door. "Um… see you back out there, Dr. Langdon!"

Frank rolled his eyes at her forced-cheerful tone, but offered her a begrudging smile anyways. She led the way out of the break room, her hands absentmindedly tugging down her scrub top where his touch had wrinkled it. She ignored the burn of his eyes on the back of her head. This was going to be hard for both of them, but they were rational adults. They knew how to keep things professional.

Or so she thought.

The first month had to be the hardest. A week after Mel forbade their continued affair, Frank quit wearing his ring at work. He didn't announce the divorce so much as he simply didn't squash any of the rumors that began to fly that first day he showed up without it. By the second day, Princess and Perlah had gossiped so much that even the night shift had started talking. Could Frank Langdon, who once couldn't last an entire shift without mentioning his wife and kids at least once, really be getting a divorce? When he didn't wear it for a week straight, the rumors became facts in most peoples eyes. Mel refused to engage, of course, in the same way as she had refused to acknowledge the many ways people spoke about his leave from work during his addiction recovery.

She thought she would feel worse about breaking up a marriage, but the knowledge that this wasn't the first time they had considered divorce — that things had been difficult between them for quite some time, in fact — really softened the blow. She had never known that he barely spoke to anyone else at work about his marriage problems, but as the days passed and his ring stayed missing she realized that none of their coworkers knew him quite as well as she did. The knowledge thrilled her to her core.

They stayed friends, of course, and worked together as effortlessly as always despite the rumors flying around him. The first time Garcia spotted Frank's hand without his ring was a little over a week after he quit wearing it. Once their patient was stable and sedated, awaiting on surgery to whisk him away upstairs, he peeled his bloody gloves off and offered Mel their routine of a relieved, adrenaline-rush grin and a high five. Mel mirrored his grin and slapped their hands together so loudly that her palm stung. She relished the tingles it sent down to her elbow, but as she turned she spotted Garcia's expression and froze. The surgeon glanced between them, taking in Frank's bare finger and Mel's suddenly pale face with an amused coolness. She didn't say a word, just smirked knowingly. Her eyebrow arched at Frank for just a moment before she nodded at them both and left the room.

"…What did that mean?" Mel hissed under her breath as she followed Garcia out. Frank's bare hand rested lightly against her lower back.

"It means she likes you, and I'm not allowed to fuck this up too," he sighed. Mel missed the innocent contact of his fingers when he removed them to reach for the hand sanitizer.

"Oh." Mel considered this for a moment, wondered how it was that Garcia saw through them so effortlessly. As she watched Frank rub his hands together, studied the pale sanitizer coating his slender fingers as it dried, she felt almost dizzy with lust. But she had made a rule, and even if others assumed… things about her and him, she wasn't going to lose her morals here. Even if she desperately wanted to. "You didn't, um. Fuck anything up here. And you won't either, for the record."

Frank smiled at her then, the corners of his gorgeous blue eyes crinkling in that special way they did when he was looking at her entirely too fondly. "Thank you, sweetheart. I know you… probably don't want people to think you're the reason why I'm getting divorced. I've heard the rumors, you know, but you're never mentioned. I promise."

"It's okay." Mel beamed up at him, a new buzz of confidence thrilling her as she remembered Garcia's approving smirk. "I don't think… I wouldn't mind people thinking that too much, I guess. As long as we know the truth."

Frank laughed under his breath, almost stunned by her boldness, and moved to wrap his arm around her back. Mel stepped away from him, shaking her head firmly.

"Nope, the rule still stands. Divorce first, Dr. Langdon. And please, no pet names at work." Frank groaned and rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, but Mel didn't miss his playful grin. She only hesitated for a second before she stepped back forward, arching on her tiptoes so she could bring her lips by his ear. "Besides, it will only make our reunion so much sweeter," she teased lowly. Frank whimpered faintly, but Mel was walking away before she could see the full affect of her words on him. Today was a good day, she decided with a secretive smile.

But as the weeks continued to pass, an itch settled into her bones. An itch that made her hands twitch at work, that drew her eyes almost obsessively to his bare arms when he entered a room. She felt tortured by herself and her selective morality. She allowed herself to yearn for a married man, pleasure herself with a gift he had given her while moaning his name, and idly stare at his crotch at work… so long as he never knew? But once he realized her feelings, and in fact reciprocated them, she refused them to be together until the marriage was legally dissolved? After three weeks without his touch, she began to seriously question why she had set this rule in the first place.

Several times Frank tried to plead with her that he and Abby were already functionally separated, that they had begun talking to the kids about the divorce and that he would be moving out to live on his own as soon as he found a suitable apartment, but Mel stayed stubborn. On bad days her stomach twisted with a lingering guilt about breaking up their marriage, no matter how many times Frank assured her that she had nothing to do with it— but whenever she countered that he might still be mulling the decision over had she not unintentionally seduced him that night, he never had a response. He knew she was right. She was the deciding factor, the final blow for their marriage, whether Abby knew it or not.

So Mel stayed strong and kept him at arms length. Strong until she got home after work that was; most evenings she only had one outlet for the frustrating, conflicting emotions she harbored after a full day of longing for him.

Mel whined lowly to herself as she laid in bed and dragged the stuffed teddy bear, lovingly dubbed "Mr. Stuffles," between her thighs. One month since Frank and Abby decided to split… one month since Mel had promised to keep her hands to herself until their union was legally dissolved… one month of torturous silence in her bedroom. She made sure to moan his name extra loud to make up for it.

There was a faint buzz on her bedside table. Mel glanced over at it from her position on her back, momentarily annoyed until she spotted Frank's name covering her lockscreen of her and Becca. She tightened her thighs around Mr. Stuffles, locking him in place against her crotch as she reached for the phone a bit too eagerly. They had agreed not to continue a physical relationship just yet, but there had been no rules set about chatting— these days she found herself texting him perhaps more than she should. Their last texts had been from this morning, when Frank had barraged her with reminders to eat before work since she had confessed how often she forgot to do so. He wasn't satisfied with her responses until she sent him a picture of her eating her morning cereal (as quickly as she could, lest it get soggy and ruin her whole day).

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:01pm: Hey Mel. Not sure if you're still awake but I wanted to let you know that today's meeting with the lawyers went really well. They estimate a quick turn around for the divorce

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Mel smiled down at the message, her pulse quickening at his update. He was just as eager to get this whole thing over with as she was. Her eyes, as always, lingered on his profile picture. She had snapped it a week or two ago at work, over a quick lunch in the break room. He was sitting, spread-legged and arms crossed, smiling at her with that goofy, endearing grin that always made her heart race. They had been sharing wireless earbuds, blasting Kelly Clarkson as they ate. His hair was falling into his eyes; he had just finished shaking his head as he laughed at her singing the lyrics a bit too loudly for the workplace. It was moments before Dana would pop her head into the room and shush them both— they had felt like a pair of scolded kids. Her heart swelled as she typed out a quick response.

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Mel

10:02pm: yay!!!!!!!!!!

10:02pm: im sorry was that inappropriate

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:03pm: LMAO

10:03pm: Probably but I don't mind ;)

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Mel could have sworn her heart skipped a beat. She closed her thighs a little tighter around the stuffed bear and let out a low, breathy sigh. She needed more friction badly. Her hips began to move, sliding back and forth across the plush toy. She wore a button down pajama top, pale blue and soft as silk against her flushed skin, with one of the lacy pairs of panties that she thought she would never have an excuse to wear before she decided to take matters into her own hands a month ago. No bottoms, because something had told her both articles of clothing would soon be destined for the floor anyways. These days wearing clothing to bed felt more like a momentary formality rather than her preference, since they almost always ended up discarded by the end of the night.

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Mel

10:04pm: you can't be sending me winky faces, Dr. Langdon

10:05pm: that is definitely inappropriate

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:05pm: Then don't make it so easy for me to want to send them, Dr. King

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Mel

10:05pm: i don't think i make it easy

10:06pm: you're just a weak man

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:06pm: When it comes to you, baby? Always

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Mel let out a flustered whimper and rutted against the prize bear clumsily. She stared at his profile picture, at his pixilated, endearing grin and the intimate pet name, and relished the dull pressure of the stuffed animal against her aching clit. Her eyes never left his picture as she shifted her phone into one hand and awkwardly tugged down her panties with her other. The white lace was wet under her fingertips before she tossed it to the side. She bit her lip as the shadowy night air cooled the torrid arousal between her thighs; her fingers started tapping against her keyboard almost against her will.

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Mel

10:07pm: i wish you were here

10:08pm: i could really use your help right now

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:08pm: help with what?

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She worried on her bottom lip, her chest heaving from the illicit ideas running through her head. She focused on the soft scratch of Mr. Stuffles' fur against her inner thigh. Mel's hands shook slightly as she sat up, switching from her text messages to her camera as she hurriedly grabbed her discarded panties, scooted over to the edge of the bed, and turned on the lava lamp at her bedside. She squinted as the sudden sharp, orange glow washed over her and chased the anonymity of shadows away from her bed. She lay back, her legs falling apart as she angled the phone down and positioned Mr. Stuffles between her thighs. The picture was filthy: the stuffed animal's head rested on her mound of soft, sticky curls, obscuring them from sight teasingly. Her free hand dangled the white lace panties in front of her prize bear almost innocently. She sent it before she could remind herself what a bad idea it was.

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Mel

10:10pm: <attachment: 1 image>

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:10pm: Fuck

10:11pm: Want me to come over?

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Mel

10:11pm: yes

10:11pm: but please don't

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:12pm: Mel. You're going to be the death of me

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Mel literally giggled and kicked her feet at his responses— she felt as if her face would actually split apart from her giddy grins. Despite the throbbing between her legs and their dirty conversation, the glow of love that flooded through her was soft and sugary. She pictured him on the other end of the phone, maybe even gaping down at her picture now, and rushed back to her camera. The next picture she took was more exposing than the last: this time she spread her legs even further apart, pushing the bear down more so that her pussy was finally exposed to the camera. Even in the dim orange light she could spot the slick arousal between her folds. Mr. Stuffles' head rested against her inner thigh, staring blankly at her other hand as her fingers hovered tantalizingly near the wet heat.

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Mel

10:13pm: not touching you is going to be the death of me

10:14pm: hurry up and get divorced already

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:14pm: I promise you, I am going as fast as I can here

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Mel

10:15pm: not fast enough

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Mel cackled mischievously under her breath as she watched the typing bubble appear and disappear multiple times. This was the furthest she had teased him since the first time she sent him a dirty picture (she still counted it, even if it had been an accident). He had asked her to seduce him on purpose next time, and though she was still adamant his divorce be finalized first she was having a very hard time not thinking with her pussy tonight. As she eagerly waited for his response she grabbed Mr. Stuffles' head and almost absentmindedly began to drag his hard, pointed nose between her soaked folds. The friction was delicious, but not nearly enough. She longed for Frank's warm, firm touch instead of the cool, impersonal plastic.

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:18pm: Fuck

10:19pm: Mel, there's something you need to know

10:19pm: I'm loving these pics, but I'm lying next to Abby rn. She's asleep

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Her whole body froze. For several long moments she stared down at the message, at Abby's name, and forgot how to breathe. Frank's text bubble reappeared and disappeared a few more times, but he waited for her response instead. Mel raised her other hand up to hold the phone more steadily, wincing as the hard plastic of Mr. Stuffles' nose fell suddenly against her clit— a harsh reminder of her conflicted arousal. Her neglected breath rushed back into her body with a frantic gulp. She felt faint.

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Mel

10:20pm: i thought you said you moved into the guest room??? :(

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:21pm: I did, but she has a hard time sleeping alone. She asked for one more night in the same bed

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Mel

10:23pm: did you two… sleep together?

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:23pm: No

10:23pm: No touching or anything, I promise. Just sleep

10:24pm: We haven't had sex in months, Mel

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Mel stared down at the rapid, almost frantic, texts in wonder. In wonder that he, still technically married man he, should promise her that he hadn't had sex with the woman he was still legally wed to. The Langdon's were spending the night in bed together, as they no doubt had almost every night for the nearly seven years they were married. Side by side, in the same place as they were always supposed to be. But Frank was texting her. He stayed awake while his spouse slept, fingers typing away to her instead of curling around his wife's sleeping form. She hummed to herself soothingly as she read the texts over, and over, and over again. The goofy smile in his profile picture seemed to mock her.

Curiosity engulfed her. She had no real fear that he would turn back to his wife, would forgo the entire divorce and stay legally married to Abby instead of wanting to date Mel freely. But… there was some small, whispering part of her being that demanded proof. Demanded loyalty from the man who had no legal or ethical right to give her such.

Mel angled the phone down and slipped her fingers through her folds, biting her lip as she gazed down at herself and snapped one, two, three more pictures.

They grew increasingly more filthy the more she took. First her fingers spread her apart, clearly showing off her shiny arousal and the excited flutter of her entrance to the camera. Soft, pink, intimate. Slick and swollen with desire. Then her fingers dipped down to that entrance, circled it just teasingly. Then her fingers were inside of her, her walls clenched down tight around her ring and middle fingers as she stretched herself for the camera. As she stared at the pictures, her thighs squeezing together needily, she wondered which to send first.

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Mel

10:28pm: <attachment: 1 image>

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:28pm: Mel

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Mel

10:29pm: <attachment: 1 image>

10:29pm: you said she was asleep, right?

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:30pm: You're such a tease

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She bit her lip as she watched his typing appear only to fade away again. She had sent the pictures in order, each one more teasing and tantalizing than the last. She wondered if he was as shocked and turned on behind the screen as she imagined him, despite his proximity to his sleeping ex-wife. Well, technically not ex-wife yet, but the label helped clear her head and steady her finger over the send button.

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Mel

10:31pm: <attachment: 1 image>

10:31pm: you're the one who offered to come over earlier

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:32pm: Fuck

10:33pm: <attachment: 1 image>

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Mel tapped on the picture immediately, her mouth flooding with saliva as it took up her whole screen. It was dimly lit — the bedroom was fully dark except for the tiny sliver of moonlight over the bed — but Frank's penis was clearly on display. He was fully erect, the length poking out from under his pajama pants rigidly in the dim light of his bedroom. She stared at his flushed tip, and the tiny shine of precum leaking out of it, and whimpered lowly. She wanted to taste him so badly that she had to resist the urge to lick her phone screen. The idea almost made her laugh. Almost.

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Mel

10:33pm: oh my god

10:33pm: i miss you so so so much

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:34pm: <attachment: 1 image>

10:34pm: Tell me everything baby. I'm here

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The next picture was fuzzy, as if he had taken it in a rush, but she could still easily make out the slight curve of his dick as it took up the whole frame. His hand was on himself now, his grip a blur of flesh as if he had taken the photo mid-stroke. The entire thick, veiny length was shiny with precum and, presumably, his own saliva to ease the rough drag of his hand. Mel whimpered, nearly faint with arousal. She had never sexted before, but she was captivated by the obscenity of the photos… and surprised by just how much they turned her on.

Quick, trembling hands undid the buttons on her pajama top. She positioned her phone over her chest and studied the image approvingly: her face was cut off by the angle but she made sure the bite of her lower lip was in frame. Her top was open just enough to expose her slender neck and a teasing flash of her breasts— her areolas were a dusty pink hint at the edge of the fabric. Mel raised her free hand to palm one tit suggestively as she took the photo.

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Mel

10:36pm: can i think about you while i touch myself?

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:36pm: Always

10:36pm: You're so cute asking me that, as if you haven't done it before

10:37pm: <attachment: 1 image>

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Frank was even more naked than before in the next picture he sent. He had pulled his underwear and pajama bottoms down to his knees, exposing the thick hair on his thighs. He was playing with his tip now, his thumb pressed against the cockhead as if he had been running idle circles around it. Mel's gaze wandered around the photo, her mind conjuring the taste and scent of his dick as if he were in her mouth even now. Her eyes lingered on the plain white comforter of his martial bed, something soft and innocent bunched around the lewd sight of his bare lower half. She palmed at her breast roughly and exhaled a deep moan.

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Mel

10:38pm: i touch myself to memories of you almost every night

10:39pm: i can't get you out of my mind

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:39pm: Jesus Mel, you're killing me

10:40pm: You touching yourself right now?

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Mel

10:40pm: of course

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:40pm: Good. Make yourself feel good for me sweetheart

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Mel eagerly obliged, gasping as she ripped open the rest of her top to fully expose her chest. Her mouth fell open, her plaintive whimper echoing around the room as she palmed her breasts. She snapped a few blurry photos and sent them his way in quick succession, not even bothering to check if they were clear or not. She was too excited to wait, and his responses were immediate anyways.

A close-up of his cock, his thumb running down the thick veins teasingly. A shot of his face, flushed lips parted as he panted and grinned wickedly at the camera. He said he was imagining her as he stroked himself. That with every pass of his tight, warm grip over his dick he imagined he was thrusting inside of her instead. Mel cried aloud at the image, her entrance pulsing with need as she imagined the ecstasy of him sinking inside of her instead of fucking his fist.

She sent him a photo of her sucking around her fingers, her lips wet with saliva. She told him she was imagining him fucking her face again, that she could practically taste his cum on her tongue, and received a frantic string of desperate, typo-ridden texts. He wanted her so bad… he could practically feel her throat tightening around his dick as he stroked himself… he wished he could hear all the pretty noises she was making as she gagged around her fingers…

Mel fingered herself frantically, her spine arching off the bed as her ring and middle fingers plunged in and out of the wet slide of her entrance. She sent him a picture of her fingering herself and awkwardly texted him a unbridled stream of fantasies with her free hand. She wanted him inside of her, she wanted to feel the heavy press of his cock against her cervix, she wanted to feel his cum flooding her womb. She was too dizzy with lust to wonder if she should even be texting him these frenzied thoughts, if she should be embarrassed to be admitting such intimate fantasies to him over text. His eager responses drew her eyes consumingly.

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Mel

10:50pm: i want to taste yo u again soso bad

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:50pm: Fuck you're so beautiful

10:51pm: Add another finger for me baby. You know I'm thicker than that

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She groaned lowly at his demand. She had never put anything thicker than her own two fingers inside of herself… she had never had penetrative sex before, in fact. A blushing virgin, fingering herself obediently as she texted a still-married man while he lay in bed next to his wife. She groaned with annoyance at her own desperation.

He was right though— he was much thicker than her two fingers. Once glance at the last picture he had sent, the tip of his dick flushed so darkly that it was almost purple, and all her misgivings vanished. Without hesitation she pressed her fingers together and shifted her hips, grunting softly as she shimmied her index finger inside of her as well. The stretch was shocking, and fiery, and delicious.

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Mel

10:53pm: feels so g ood

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:53pm: F uck I wish I was inside of you instead

10:54pm: Pretend I'm there. You feel so perfect babygirl

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Mel thrust the fingers inside of her slowly, adjusting to the new feeling. Her fingers pressed tightly together, forming a thick bundle of digits to stretch against the fleshy squeeze of her walls. She closed her eyes to savor the sensation, imaging it was his cock spreading her apart and splitting her open rather than her own touch. She whined, longing for his length to replace her frustratingly short fingers as she shifted her hips to rock down against them.

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Mel

10:55pm: frank i'm not going to last lon g

10:56pm: youre so thick

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Frank 🧸🫀

10:56pm: Cum whenever you need babygirl

10:57pm: I want to see

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Mel shakily switched to video as she picked up the pace of her thrusts. For a moment she stared at the camera, slack jawed as she watched the thick slide of her three fingers pumping in and out of her body. The digits were soaked, arousal coating them and easing their glide through her aching cunt. Texting him as she pleasured herself was so much better than doing it alone.

As her climax mounted she pressed record, her breathing low and heavy and silky with need as she angled the camera close to her crotch to capture the moment. She watched the screen as her stomach clenched with excitement, beyond turned on by the inherent exhibitionism in watching her finger herself through video— especially since she knew it was destined for one Frank Langdon. She opened her mouth and moaned his name loudly, desperately, as she curled her fingers inside of herself and came.

The orgasm arched through her like lightning, crackling through her muscles with white-hot pleasure that pooled in the hollow clench of her body. Warmth simmered through her weary bones as her fingers stuttered, weakly fighting against the tight, wet spasm of her walls. As she stroked inside to coax her climax to completion she distantly remembered to stop recording— but not before she had whimpered and pleaded his name a few more times for good measure.

She stretched on her back as she sent the video to him, pulling her fingers out to trace idle circles around her sensitive clit. She sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation, but it sent sparks of warmth and sugary pleasure through her core as she sleepily eyed the notification that he had read her message.

His response — a video of his own — came within a minute.

He was stroking himself quickly; Mel turned the sound up and bit her lip as his soft grunts and whines registered to her tired ears. He was trying to be quiet, obviously conscious of the woman sleeping next to him, but he couldn't resist a few low, heady murmurs of her name. Her whole body spasmed at the sound of his voice lustfully, secretively, moaning her name as he masturbated for the camera. For her.

When he came, his cum arched clear into the air before her eyes. He hissed her name through gritted teeth as the veins on his shaft pulsed, his release oozing down to coat his fingers as he stroked through the orgasm. He mumbled a string of relieved curses as the cum ran down to his wrist, easing the glide of his hand as he worked the climax to its close. He shifted in bed, his hips pushing up to hump into his tightly closed fist, and Mel whimpered raggedly as she remembered that he was envisioning fucking her instead. As he shifted his camera moved, exposing more of his bed to her than she had seen before— her jaw fell slack as her eyes darted over to the shadowy lump at his side.

Abby. Obscured from Mel's curious sight by the blankets she rested under. Sleeping peacefully as her soon-to-be ex-husband filmed himself cumming while moaning another woman's name. As Frank's cock grew softer and the video ended, Mel wondered dizzily if she counted as a mistress.

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Mel

11:02pm: it is unreal how hot you are

11:03pm: um. did abby wake up?

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Frank 🧸🫀

11:04pm: Nope. Sleeping sound

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Mel smiled down at her phone, nervously relieved. She wondered how Abby would feel if she knew what had just happened. Part of her was pleased: Abby had no claim over Frank anymore. Part of her was still sick with guilt, especially when she remembered that Abby had worried about Frank cheating on her with Mel.

"This isn't cheating," Mel grumbled under her breath as she grabbed Mr. Stuffles and shoved him back between her legs. His soft fur nuzzled against the soaked throb of her clit comfortingly. "He shouldn't even be in bed with someone he's divorcing anyways."

She didn't fully believe that, but it made her feel better for just a second.

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Mel

11:04pm: good

11:05pm: that video was so hot. i needed this

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Frank 🧸🫀

11:05pm: Me too ❤️

11:05pm: It's actually insane how perfect you are for me

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The messages made her gasp. Her eyes fixated on the tiny red heart, her own heartbeat spiking as she realized he had transitioned from texting her silly anatomical heart emojis to regular, plain red hearts. The kind you would send a crush or lover, not something silly to make a friend smile. She slid her gaze down to the message after it and exhaled a soft, keening whimper. She could hear it in his voice as clearly as if he had said it to her in person, his voice gentle and tentative and honest. Mel closed her eyes tight as she harshly reminded herself that he wasn't divorced yet. That he was laying in bed next to his legal spouse. That it was her fault they were apart, even now. Her phone buzzed again.

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Frank 🧸🫀

11:06pm: Want me to pick you up before work tomorrow? We could have extra time for… canoodling

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Mel

11:06pm: there is no way you just said "canoodling"

11:06pm: no canoodling for us, frank. i'll see you at work the same time as always

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Frank 🧸🫀

11:07pm: Ugh. You're no fun

11:08pm: You started this, you know

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Mel smirked slyly and tightened her thighs around Mr. Stuffles. She thought back to that day a month ago now, when Frank had won her the teddy bear and entirely changed her life.

"If anyone started this, it was you and those stupid hot biceps of yours," Mel sighed to herself as she typed out a response.

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Mel

11:08pm: and now i'm ending it

11:09pm: goodnight frank ❤️

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Frank 🧸🫀

11:09pm: Goodnight sweetheart ❤️

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Mel set her phone down on the bedside table and stared up at her ceiling. She needed to switch off the warm glow of her lava lamp, to clean the mess between her thighs and tuck herself into bed, but all she could do was lay there weakly. Her stomach flipped as her heart tumbled with somersaults so complicated they would make a gymnast proud. Why did her life have to be so complicated?

She rolled onto her side, the comforting stuffed bear still clenched between her thighs as she snuggled into her pillows. Mel was becoming dangerously attached to this damn toy. Her eyes followed the slow ooze of the lava lamp blobs, finally heated to the point of rising through the glowing liquid. She felt just like them: drifting, floating through thick emotions and racing thoughts. She focused on the sugary-sweet glow of her orgasm as her eyelids grew heavy and flickered shut. One month down… hopefully not too much longer left to go.

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Of course, "not too much longer" quickly turned into "much longer than either of them hoped." The days seemed to drag by with no end in sight. The blazing heat of summer faded into the crisp coolness of fall. Work oscillated between waves of normal chaos and hectic activity, but it succeeded in keeping her busy at the very least.

Every day she walked into work and immediately her eyes magnetized to Frank. She put her stuff in her locker slowly each time, waiting for the rest of the room to move on before she could cast him a sidelong glance. The tilt of her chin and cock of her brow meant the same question each time: any updates? He would usually return it with a gentle shake of his head as he closed his own locker. Mel's shoulders would slump, but at least she knew that evening she could count on his undivided attention as the two traded scandalous pictures before bed. Most nights they were too tired for full-on sexting, but they still made sure to tease one another just a bit anyways.

Frank would trade pictures of him fresh out of the shower, towel loose around his hips as rivulets of water sculpted swirls into his dark chest hair, for pictures of Mel changing for bed. Pants at her feet, legs bare, lacy panties mid-pull up her thighs. Soft, tantalizing intimacies, just out of reach. In the morning she would send him pictures of Mr. Stuffles snuggled in her bed with a caption along the lines of "he can't wait for me to get home tonight ;)"

Every time she knew his dark eyes would be on her as soon as she stepped into the locker room. A giddy thrill would run through her as she prepared for him to lean into her personal space and hiss something about how much of a tease she was, how it was too cruel of her to deny him a place in her bed while putting a damn teddy bear in his spot. She would just giggle coyly and bat her eyelashes at him until he scoffed, face flushed as he no-doubt realized how ridiculous and pointless his jealousy was. Mel was quite satisfied with how well her practice at seduction was coming along.

One afternoon in mid October, already two months into the divorce proceedings, Langdon approached her as she sat alone in the break room. She looked up from her phone quickly, almost choking on her granola bar as she watched him close the door softly behind him. Merciful isolation, finally hidden from their coworker's prying eyes and whispering mouths. The rumors had only increased in the last month, especially as he grew more casual with talking about his divorce. He still didn't give people the satisfaction of knowing what had caused it, but at least they knew now his lack of a ring wasn't just a fashion statement.

"Hey," Frank sighed, settling into the chair across from her.

"Hey," Mel echoed, hiding her smitten smile behind another bite of granola bar. She wondered when the crush she had on him was finally going to fade, when the butterflies that assaulted her every time she laid eyes on him would finally leave her alone— she had begun to wonder if she was stuck with them for life. Mel silently pushed her apple over to him, already knowing she wasn't in the mood for it. He accepted it gratefully.

"I'm leaving work early today. Got a late meeting across town with some lawyers," he said, his voice drained as he went to take a bite out of the fruit. Mel studied the bags under his eyes sadly.

"This has really been keeping you up at night, huh?" she questioned quietly. "Is there… anything I can do?"

"Nah." Frank smiled at her, his eyes a touch warmer than she had seen them in awhile. "You're helping just by being you."

Mel tilted her chin down and mirrored his smile softly to herself. The baby carrots she had thrown into her bag that morning stared back at her from the table, so she grabbed one and popped it in her mouth.

"How are the kids doing? Are they… still handling all this okay?"

Mel didn't know much at all about divorce, so the concept was as foreign to her as it was frightening. Her own parents had been deeply in love; the only thing that kept them apart was death.

"Oh, they'll be alright," Frank said, though she watched his eyes lose their saturation once again. "I worry about them, of course, but they're taking it remarkably well. I think it helps that Abby and I are being so chill about the whole thing. No screaming, no fighting, just working together to figure out what's best for everyone. Somehow we've been way more healthy with the divorce than the last few years of our marriage has been." He spoke so dryly that Mel almost winced. There was that pinprick of guilt again, even as he confirmed for the umpteenth time that they had been having martial problems since before he and Mel had even met. Still, she knew well that her presence had been the final nail in the proverbial coffin of their marriage.

"Have you, um. Mentioned me, at all?"

She hated to ask the question, but it had been on her mind for weeks now. She never assumed that he would tell Abby about their new… relationship, or whatever this was between them. They had no claim over one another's lives yet, no commitments made. Rather, she just wanted to know whether Abby knew that she had been right all along. That she was, in fact, correct to worry about how often her husband seemed to speak about his female coworker. That perhaps he did, deep down, harbor some tiny struggle with faithfulness to their marriage. And, if she was being honest with herself, some small part of her screamed with curiosity about whether he had claimed her in any slight form to his (almost) ex-wife. It had been on her mind from the very moment he moaned Mel's name as he came in bed next to Abby's clueless, sleeping form.

Frank blinked at her, clearly taken aback. "Uh… no. I thought we had agreed to, y'know, keep things quiet until the divorce is finalized?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course!" Mel said quickly, already popping a few more baby carrots into her mouth just to stop her jumbling thoughts from running away with her words. "No, that's perfect, I was just wondering. That's all. Just curious."

He nodded slowly as she mumbled around the handful of carrots. She avoided his eyes as she focused on chewing, praying the mouthful of food would stop her from rambling any further. Her cheeks burned.

"You look like a bunny with all those carrots in your mouth," Frank teased lowly. Mel's eyes shot back to him, wide and startled. Her deer-in-headlights expression and the full bulge of her cheeks drew a long, playful laugh from him. Despite the situation, she still felt a thrill of pride as she watched the warmth return to his peaked face.

"Shut up," she mumbled around the carrots, swallowing harshly and forcing a playful glare in his direction.

"A cute bunny," he reassured her, shaking his head and chuckling as he went to take another bite of his apple.

"Hmmph." Mel finished swallowing and took a long swig of water as she watched him chew. Their eyes reflected one other's fondness plainly.

"I'll tell her about you if you want me to. About us. Just say the word, Mel."

She gulped her water slowly, shaken by the sudden sincerity in his voice. His eyes held her gaze steadily. Did she want him to tell Abby? She let herself consider it as she wiped the lingering drops of water off her lips. Abby knowing Frank had already moved on, in some capacity anyways. Abby knowing who Frank was texting when he smiled down at his phone. Abby knowing that he arrived at work early so he could spend more time flirting with her when others weren't looking, that he took extra long showers these days so that he could jerk off while moaning her name under the steady rhythm of the water. Abby knowing that he was rushing their divorce so he could be with her as soon as possible.

"No. It's… better for everyone if we just start telling people after the paperwork is finalized," she said slowly, carefully. "We can… if we wait a few months after the dust settles, maybe it'll look like we just got together well after you became available again. Abby doesn't have to know that things… overlapped." She squirmed awkwardly in her seat as Langdon chewed his apple and regarded her.

"Y'know, you're quite calculating, Dr. King," he said evenly.

"Am I?" Mel gasped, her eyes darting between his frantically. "I— I'm not trying to be, I just thought—"

"Relax, Mel, I'm teasing," Langdon chuckled gently, his foot reaching under the table to nudge against her shin. She jumped at the contact, then relaxed back into her seat.

"Sorry." She sighed apprehensively, shaking her head at herself. "I just… I wanna do this right."

"Hey, it's okay. I shouldn't be teasing, I know this is… weird, for you. For us both, really." Frank shook his own head, taking a last bite of the apple before gathering her trash and standing to throw it away with his apple core. "I wanna do this right too. Abby will find out eventually, but as far as anyone is concerned you and I never once touched each other before the divorce was finalized. Deal?"

"Deal." Mel stood shakily and offered him a tentative smile. He returned it warmly, though she noticed it wavered when he glanced down at her lips. The distance between them was too small… the isolation of the room too tempting… Mel pushed past him and gestured at the door. "Ready to return to it, Dr. Langdon?"

Frank sighed lowly, his eyes dipping down even further to study the pink flush of her neck, but he nodded even if she had a feeling there were many things he would rather be doing just then. Such as her.

That night Mel's touch returned to her body, as it frequently did these days. She still struggled with bringing herself to completion unless Frank was involved, though she stubbornly tried to not indicate to him whenever she was feeling frisky unless she really, really needed it. She preferred to let him come to her so she didn't feel like she was intruding. Even two months into their separation, he still lived at home with Abby. The house had been her childhood home so he was more than willing to leave it as Abby and the kids' permanent residence while he looked for a bachelor pad a comfortable distance between their place and work… and Mel's place, she hoped secretly. He slept in their guest room now, since his apartment hunting had not been as fruitful as he had hoped.

Mel lay in bed as she idly ran fingers over the goosebumps on her arms. A crisp chill had finally settled into the Autumn night air, so her window was shut firmly and she wore long pajama pants to bed for the first time in many months. Her phone rested against her stomach hopefully, though she didn't expect it to buzz tonight— she had noticed he was less eager to talk after a divorce meeting, for reasons all too obvious to her. She kept a respectful distance after such proceedings.

She closed her eyes and hummed softly as she slipped her fingers under the soft cotton of her pajama top: tonight she wore an old, oversized gray t-shirt since it reminded her of Frank's usual attire and she could pretend she had stolen it from him as one might steal a hoodie from a boyfriend. The word "boyfriend" drew a smile to her lips as she tried to focus on memories of the day. His biceps, of course, flexing as he lifted a patient off a gurney. The bob off his Adam's apple as he stared at her and swallowed over their lunch break. The way he hovered behind her while she charted, talking to someone over her shoulder as if supervising her when they both knew it was just an excuse to stand too close to her. His warm, firm, lingering pat on her shoulder when he fired her a teaching question and she answered it correctly right away.

Her phone buzzed. But it didn't just buzz once, as she was used to— no, it buzzed over, and over, and over again. Mel blearily squinted at her phone screen, her eyes going wide as she took in the simple fact of Frank calling her. No, not just calling her— FaceTiming her at nearly 10 p.m. She scrambled for the glasses on her bedside table as she answered the call.

"F-Frank? Is everything okay?" Mel gasped as she shoved her glasses on, wincing when she stabbed herself in the eye in the process. His side of the call was just as dark as hers; she couldn't make out his background for the shadows around him. The only thing illuminating either of them was the bright white light emanating from their phone screens. Mel took in his tired eyes, the fact that he was apparently shirtless in bed, and her breath hitched at the intimacy of the call.

"Yeah, sorry Mel," Frank sighed, rubbing his free hand down his face. Mel felt a shiver go down her spine as his microphone picked up on the rough scratch of his stubble against his palm. He shaved in the mornings but his hair grew fast, so most nights if he sent her shirtless photo she spotted the tiny, dark hairs pebbling his jaw and wondered hopelessly what they would feel like against her soft skin. "Everything's fine, I just… rough afternoon. I missed you once I left work, so I just wanted to hear your voice again before bed. Are you okay to talk for a sec? Or are you too tired?"

"No, no, I'm good," Mel assured him, settling more comfortably back into bed; her back pressed against the mound of pillows to keep her half sitting up for the camera. "What happened this afternoon? Was it just the meeting?"

"Yeah. Abby and I got in a yelling match— the first of the whole divorce proceedings. I guess I jinxed us over lunch when I said things were going amicably between us."

"Wow. Um… do you wanna talk about it?"

Frank shook his head no, still running a hand over his tired eyes, even as he began to gush. Abby wanted more custody of the kids than he was comfortable with. They had fought all afternoon, even after several breaks, over how much time he should be allowed with them. He understood her worries, of course, with him being an ER doctor and her a previously stay-at-home mom. She was job hunting and would soon be too busy to offer the same amount of attention as before, he had argued, but she had countered that at least her parents lived nearby and could help with childcare. Besides, the jobs in education that she had been applying for were nowhere near as time consuming and unpredictable as his hours were.

"She's right," Frank sniffed. He was barely holding back tears. "I'm not built to be a solo caregiver. That's why me and Abby were such a good team. But it still feels like she's… like my kids are going to get taken away from me."

"That won't happen," Mel butted in quickly, her first words in many minutes. "It'll work out somehow, I'm sure. Maybe… maybe you won't have as much time with them as you'd like, but you've always been busy and still managed to enjoy evenings and days off with them. Tanner's in preschool, right? When they both get old enough for school it'll be even easier, and in the meantime there's always daycare for Penny."

Mel may not know much about divorce, but finding time for family around the busy rush of working in an ER was an all-too familiar struggle for her. It was easier now that Becca lived independently at Middle Hill and had Adam to spend most of her free time with these days, but she still built her schedule around her sister even now.

"I dunno, Mel," Frank sighed, wiping away a tear with the back of his hand before it could spill down his face. "I'm sure I'll believe that eventually, but right now it feels… impossible. We didn't get anywhere with the meeting, so we have another one next week."

"I'm sure you'll work it out," Mel reassured him, guiltily pushing away the quick blaze of panic that flashed through her. This moment was about him, not about her budding worry that he might decide she wasn't worth the struggles of divorce and hold fast to his current wife instead. She forced herself to remember that his divorce was about his marriage, not her, and that Abby herself had suggested it. She probably wouldn't take him back even if he asked her. Or at least Mel, for better or for worse, hoped so. "It won't stay like this forever. You're a very active father, and nothing is going to stop you from being present for your kids. This is… it's for the best. I think."

Despite trying to conceal her thoughts, Frank picked up on the shaky tone of uncertainty in her voice and offered her a gentle, teary smile. "Yeah. It will be for the best. I don't have any doubts about this divorce, Mel. Not one. I just… want it to go smoothly, that's all."

Mel smiled back at him as she drank in the comforting warmth in his teary blue eyes. "One bad meeting doesn't mean the rest of it won't go smoothly," she reminded him softly. "Have faith in yourself. And… have faith in Abby. She sounds like a very reasonable woman."

Frank arched an eyebrow and smirked, clearly taken aback by her very charitable description of the woman currently keeping them apart, even if unknowingly. But Mel meant it— if this was the first time the former couple had argued throughout the whole process, then it sounded pretty smooth in her mind. She wondered if she would be as calm about the divorce as Abby appeared to be. She also wondered if Abby would be as calm if she knew that the night she proposed the divorce to Frank, her husband had left to "get some air" and ended up speeding across town to shove his face between his coworker's legs.

Despite her misgivings, the knowledge of their secret sent a subtle thrill through her anyways.

"Thank you, Mel. You always know what to say." Mel immediately doubted that, but he pressed on before she could voice her disagreement. "How was the rest of your shift? Everything go okay?"

"Yeah, I guess. I missed having you around, though."

"Having me around, or having my biceps around?" Frank teased lowly. Mel gasped in pretend scandal.

"Both," she admitted with a cheesy grin. "Y'know, I never did take you up on your offer to let me use your biceps for stress relief at work."

"I figured you wouldn't want to, after your whole 'we can't touch each other until I get divorced' thing," Frank mused, his wet eyes softening as he gazed at her through the phone camera. They were in separate beds, miles apart, yet as she held her screen close to her face and giggled for just a moment it really did feel like he was right in front of her.

"Yeah, I guess that does put a dampener on my plans," she sighed dramatically. "But since you offered, I think it's only fair I offer you a stress toy of your own… once you're divorced, that is."

"Oh?" Frank's voice sharpened slightly as she tilted the camera down until her pale neck was exposed. She listened to his heavy breathing deepen through the microphone and bit her lip to quell her obvious eagerness.

"Just get through these meetings, Frank, and they're all yours," she whispered, pulling down the neck of her shirt until she exposed her bare breasts to his watchful gaze. She studied his expression as he groaned lowly and brought the camera closer to his face. She hoped desperately that she hadn't misread the situation, that she wasn't offering him the wrong kind of encouragement and distraction right now. The sudden hunger on his face confirmed her suspicion that she had, as always, offered him exactly what he needed.

"Fuck, Mel, your tits are so pretty…" he murmured, his eyes almost glazed over with longing as she tugged her shirt down a little lower to fully expose her chest to him. "Wish I could just… just cover them in hickeys right now."

Mel grinned, biting her lip until it smarted as she ran a hand over one breast and began to slowly massage it for him. "You wanna give these a squeeze at work like I wanna use your biceps?" she asked coyly, running her thumb around one nipple until the bud hardened for him. He cursed roughly, shakily.

"Jesus, Mel. Of course I want to, I— I wouldn't ever let them go again if I could," he gasped. The camera shook as he dropped his free hand down somewhere just out of sight. Mel tutted disapprovingly.

"C'mon, Frank, show me what you're doing…" she urged quietly, still palming her pale, milky soft tits for his hungry vision. His phone wobbled as he tilted it down to show off the awkward shove of his pants down his thighs. Mel whimpered and bit her lip so hard she burst the delicate skin as his cock sprang free from the confines of the fabric, half-hard and leaking already. She ran her tongue over the tiny cut and winced as the metallic tang of blood melted against her taste buds. "O-oh my god," Mel whimpered brokenly, pinching her neglected nipple to arouse it to the same firmness as her other. "Frank…"

"Is this okay?" Frank asked softly, gripping his hardening cock by the base as he showed it off to the camera. The cut on her lip throbbed with the same heady pulse of blood that shot down to her core. "Abby's still awake, I think, but I'm in the guest room. She should be off to bed soon, if you wanna wait."

"N-no, I don't wanna wait…" Mel sighed, slipping her hand down her torso and shoving it into the soft give of her pajama pants. "It's been ages since we last… we can be quiet, right?"

"Yeah," Frank agreed readily, his dick now fully hard as he began to slowly stroke it for the camera. "C'mon, Mel, I showed you what I'm doing…"

Mel keened at the pleading whimper in his voice and tilted her phone down. She watched the screen as his slack face took in the shadowy bulge of her hand moving in her pants. She had slipped her fingers under her cotton underwear and was busying herself with rubbing quick, frantic circles against her throbbing clit.

"I wanna see," he repeated, more firmer this time as he raised his hand to his mouth. Mel felt her whole body clench with arousal as he put on a show of slowly, salaciously, spitting into his open hand. Her eyes traced the silver sheen of saliva as it pooled into his palm; a single strand clung to his wet lower lip as he grinned at how obviously turned on she was.

"Yes, sir," Mel whispered as she hurriedly began to to shove her pants down. Frank's saliva slicked palm returned to his cock and began to stroke it with long, rapid movements. He sighed a deep, satisfied groan as her panties hit the floor and her pussy was finally exposed to him again.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful…"

"Thank you," Mel gasped, her eyelids fluttering with relief as the cool air of her bedroom hit the soaked heat between her trembling thighs. She stroked her fingers through her folds and marveled at how wet she was already— before meeting Frank she had never known she could get so wet so frequently. These days she considered herself lucky if she could make it through even half a shift without soaking her underwear. Remembering the show he had put on of spitting into his hand, she gathered as much of the hot slick onto her index and middle fingers as she could before holding them up to the camera. "See how wet you make me, Frank?"

"Jesus…" he choked, his grip on his dick tightening as she spread her glistening fingers before him. "Taste yourself for me, baby, since I can't."

Mel nodded eagerly and popped her fingers into her mouth, moaning around the digits as the taste of her arousal flooded her senses. She savored the flavor: thick, sweet, musky. Frank groaned lowly, reservations about making noise forgotten as he pumped his spit-slick shaft faster.

"H-how do you taste?" he asked, breathless with arousal as he watched her suck around her knuckles plaintively. Mel pulled them out to take in a full breath, carefully giving him a show of sliding her fingers across the flat of her tongue as he looked on, slack jawed with wonder.

"Sweet," she answered coyly. "Like ice cream."

She remembered that day at the county fair, two months ago now, when he had spotted her at the ice cream stand. A few weeks ago, during a heated exchange of texts, he had darkly confessed to her that he had never been so attracted to anyone as he had been that day as he watched her soft, pink tongue swirl around the side of her ice cream cone to lick up its melting edges. Frank whined at the memory, his voice wavering with the unfairness of her teasing. Mel's touch returned to her clit, spit-shiny fingers running rough circles around the swollen nub.

"I can't wait to touch you again, sweetheart," he moaned. The slick noises of him quickly stroking his wet cock made salvia pool on her tongue— she swallowed roughly.

"Me too," she confessed, voice low and shaky. "I need more than my own hands on me, Frank…"

"I'll hurry the divorce up," he promised, tilting the camera even further down his crotch as he pumped his length. "I— I won't fight with Abby over things anymore, I'll do whatever it takes to get this divorce settled as s-soon as possible." Mel missed the hunger on his face, but she drank in the obscene sight of his glossy veins disappearing and reappearing under his long strokes instead. She studied the flushed tip of his dick, how the dark pink cockhead leaked a steady sheen of precum and almost seemed to throb under her watchful eye, and desperately missed the feeling of it between her lips.

"Good," Mel purred, breathing heavily as her climax began to swell. "I need you Frank… don't make me wait any longer than I have to…"

"I won't, I won't, fuck, I promise," he babbled, his voice raising as his thumb circled around his wet, leaking cockhead with every frantic stroke.

"Don't forget Abby is still awake in the other room," Mel cautioned lowly, her hips shifting to thrust up into the press of her fingers against her clit. She needed something else, a stimulation that wasn't only her own— her eyes immediately shifted to the other half of the bed and landed on Mr. Stuffles, still innocently tucked in where she had left him that morning. His beady plastic eyes seemed to watch her.

"Fuck that," he grunted, his breathing even louder and more ragged than before. Mel's heart clenched with the excitement of him being loud enough that Abby could possibly hear what he was doing… that if he moaned Mel's name, Abby would know who he was imagining. Not just imagining— she was on the phone with him right now. Mel bit her lip, wincing at the soreness of her slight cut, and grabbed for the teddy bear.

"Frankkk," she moaned lowly, still a bit shy to be as loud as she wanted to. She plunged Mr. Stuffles' muzzle into her pussy, sighing with relief as his plastic nose slid through her soaked folds with a familiar ease. She had to wash this damn carnival prize almost daily.

"Mellll," he answered, his voice stunningly loud in the otherwise silence of his dark room. "Wish I could touch you right now…" Her breath hitched in her throat even as her hips bucked up against the pressure of the stuffed animal's nose against her clit.

"At least I have your gift to help me out," Mel gasped, grinding against the bear's nose. She tilted her camera so far down that her lower half filled the entire screen. Frank pulled his phone back up so she could see his eyes, wide and hungry and consumingly jealous as he watched her drag the stuffed toy's snout through her soaked folds.

"That damn bear," he groaned. Mel laughed out loud even as she grinned at the shocking darkness in his voice. "That should be me, not him… I should be down there, tasting you… making you cum…"

"This 'damn bear' is the best gift I've ever been given," she said coquettishly, rutting against the plastic nose as she relished the cool friction. "He's kept me company many a night, while I wished you were here instead."

"Fuck," Frank grunted, his face drawing closer to the camera as he watched her slide across the bear's face. "He gonna make you cum for me, baby?"

"Y-yes," she moaned, the simmering heat of her climax swelling into a consuming fire as she humped against the stuffed bear's muzzle. "I— I'm so close…"

"Don't hold back, Mel," he gasped, his voice raising again as he said her name. Her stomach clenched as she wondered if some secret part of him actually wanted Abby to hear him moaning for her. "C'mon, cum for me babygirl."

"I wish I was riding your face again," she whimpered, her eyes locked on his face shakily. Her glasses had long ago slid down her nose so her vision was fuzzy, but she couldn't look away from the slack hang of his jaw as he watched her pleasure herself. "I wish… god I wish I could just…"

As her orgasm mounted she gave in to her most base desire, ripping Mr. Stuffles out of the way hurriedly as she lowered her phone. Her brain was too foggy, too consumed with chasing her release to give Frank any warning before she shoved the phone against her dripping cunt. Frank's shocked, ragged gasp melted into a high, desperate moan that echoed in her ears as she ground the screen harshly against her clit. The smooth friction, the debauchery of pleasuring herself with the phone he was watching her though, the knowledge that she was pushing the image of Frank as far between her folds as she could… she came immediately.

Her spine arched off the bed as she cried his name, desperately humping up into the screen as she pushed her phone down into her soaked pussy. She ground her throbbing, swollen clit against the video of Frank's face as she came, imagining that she was cumming across the bridge of his nose again. Thankfully for her poor phone she didn't squirt, or she would have ruined it even more than she no doubt already was. She was too turned on to care, her orgasm flowing through her fiery muscles like a thick, molten honey. Her thighs were weak from trembling as she rocked the phone against her clit a few more times, until it was so sensitive she hissed from the friction. When she finally caught her breath again and pulled the phone back up, she flushed at how steamy and wet the screen had grown.

Frank was letting out a low, steady stream of curses as she grabbed Mr. Stuffles and clumsily wiped down her phone. She winced as the screen smudged with her sticky release— she would need to sanitize this thing stat. As her orgasm settled down into the golden afterglow she relished, she was shocked to see that Frank hadn't cum yet.

"God, Mel, baby, that was so hot—" he choked, his bare, heaving chest clearly on display as he fought for air. The wet, frantic slick of his hand pumping his length played loudly through her speakers. "You're so fucking— god, so fucking hot. Wish I was there right now… I just wanna fill you up, wanna put a baby inside of you so fucking bad."

Mel's breathing stuttered at his headily whimpered desires; she felt dizzy with the knowledge that he wanted to finish inside of her just as badly as she wanted to feel his cum oozing down her thighs. "Sorry. I cant control myself around you, I fear," she teased lowly, pushing her gently fogged glasses back up the bridge of her nose. As he grunted out a soft laugh she grabbed Mr. Stuffles and pulled him back into view. She watched Frank masturbate, his climax so close he could barely breathe, and placed a kiss on the bear's cum-shiny nose. When he whimpered at the sight she grinned and wrapped her lips around the plastic, sucking her release off of it languidly. "Mmmm… Oh you would just love how this tastes, Frank…" she sighed, licking against the stuffed bear's soaked muzzle.

"Jesus Mel… you're such a tease…" he choked, his camera shakily tilting down to show his dick fully as he stroked himself. Mel paused, her tongue flat against Mr. Stuffle's nose, mesmerized by the sight.

"You have no idea how teasing I can be, Frank," she purred, the bear falling into her lap as she drew her hand up to her mouth and ran a finger over her swollen lower lip instead. "C'mon, honey, cum for me."

As she spoke she pulled the phone close to her face, angling it until it captured from the bridge of her nose down to her exposed chest. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, strings of shiny spit hanging off her teeth as she widened her throat until he could look all the way down. She studied it in the camera: her maw was soft, pink, wet and fleshy as she pushed her tongue out to meet her fingertips. Her fingers toyed with her swollen lip and the tentative tip of her tongue as she slowly, deliberately, tilted her chin down and allowed a long trail of saliva to pool off her tongue and fall onto the flushed, heavy rise and fall of her bare breasts.

Frank came immediately with a loud, guttural moan of her name. Her wet lips curled with wicked satisfaction as he drew the phone close to his dick, just in time to paint the digital image of her wide open mouth and saliva-slick tits in thick, sticky white ropes of cum. The picture blurred, the image of his pulsing cock obscured by the murky cloud of his release as he came all over his screen— all over her face, in his mind. Despite the low simmer of her orgasm, her body weak and spent, her thighs still clenched together at the depravity of the situation. He repeated her name again, and again, and again as he painted the phone with his seemingly endless load of cum. Mel swallowed roughly, dizzy as she watched the screen grow fuzzier with every climactic wave that milked another spurt out to cover her innocent image.

She wished desperately that he was here to actually paint her face… that she could feel his hot cum dripping down her blushing cheeks instead of watching it blur his screen. As Frank finally let out a low, keening whine and finished, Mel whimpered in the back of her throat and pulled her phone close to her swollen lips. She licked across her phone screen desperately, quickly before he could wipe his camera off and see what she was doing. She focused on what she knew his precum tasted like, her memories melding with her fantasies as she cleaned her earlier release off her screen with long, wet swipes of her tongue. She moaned softly as she wrapped her thighs around her stuffed bear and wished, as always, that his face was between her legs instead.

She pulled her face away from the phone, licking her lips to savor the taste, just in time to watch Frank awkwardly wipe his cum off the camera. He blinked at her through the cloudy white smear as he cleaned it, eyes wide with embarrassment as if he was just as shocked by this evening's turn of events as she was.

"Jesus Christ," Mel whispered, a soft giggle escaping her. She straightened her crooked glasses.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," he agreed breathlessly. As he wiped the edge of his discarded pants over his sticky phone he glanced towards the door, lips parted as he panted and, no doubt, listened for any sign of his soon-to-be ex-wife's acknowledgment of his late night activities in the guest room. Mel smiled secretively, her heart still hammering as she realized how loud they had been. That Abby might have heard him cumming on her image while crying her name. Frank, apparently satisfied with the silence outside of his door, turned back to her with a huff. "I can't believe you cucked me with a damn teddy bear."

Mel gasped and laughed, her bare legs rubbing together giddily as she reveled in her unexpected confidence this evening. She decided that she quite liked teasing him.

"Hurry with this divorce and you can take his place as often as you want to," she taunted, tilting her blurry camera down to show off the stuffed toy between her legs. Frank groaned as he took in the image of Mr. Stuffles' head clutched between her thighs, his nose buried between her folds as she idly ground down into his soft touch.

"The moment this divorce is finalized I am ripping that bear to shreds," he hissed lowly, his eyes dark with yearning as he watched her drag her clit against his muzzle.

"As if I would let you do that," she scoffed, tilting the camera back up to her face. "I want to grow old with this stuffed animal."

"Fine. But only if I can grow old with you too," he sighed, rolling his eyes playfully. His voice was suddenly more sincere than she was prepared for— Mel exhaled sharply as her heart stuttered.

"F-fine," she conceded shakily. "I'm sure we can… make that happen."

"Good." Frank grinned as he studied the sudden, dark blush down her neck. "Because I'm not letting you go, Mel. Now get some sleep, it's damn near midnight and we have work tomorrow."

"Yes sir," Mel whispered mischievously, even as her smile flickered almost bashfully at the camera. She wondered distantly, sleepily, if this stuffed animal counted as some version of a promise ring. She felt as if the county fair had put a spell over them the moment he passed the prize toy over to her: as if the second their fingers brushed it made him fall as deeply in love with her as she had fallen for him, like they were in some cheesy romance movie.

As she blew him a kiss goodnight and ended the call, she found the idea deeply comforting. Mr. Stuffles really was the physical embodiment of their affections for one another; there was no way she was ever going to let Frank get rid of him, no matter his sexual frustrations. She felt vaguely filthy after their impromptu masturbation session, but she was too tired to shower so she once again decided to leave it for her morning routine instead— she was going to have to wash Mr. Stuffles tomorrow again anyways. She curled her sticky, sweaty body around the little bear and hummed sleepily to herself as she let her mind melt into the soft, satisfying embrace of sleep.

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Things only got worse from there. Mel felt ridiculous, like a feral cat in heat most days. She struggled to maintain her composure at work when all she wanted to do as soon as she saw him every morning was grab him by his collar, drag him into the nearest empty room, and ride him till she lost her voice from screaming his name.

A week after their FaceTime call she banished herself to night shift. Frank was distraught to lose her, especially now that they were usually too tired to sext between shifts, but Mel managed to convince him that it was for the best. She didn't regret their digital encounters, but she was frustrated that she had let her sexual frustrations cloud her rational mind and encroach on Abby's peace at home. Frank was certain that Abby hadn't heard them when they called— he promised that she was the same as always the next day, and was even surprised by his sudden readiness to compromise about the custody arrangements, but Mel wasn't convinced.

It took him all of three days into her new night shift schedule for him to start lingering late and arriving early at work. Mel shot him a glare every time she spotted him an hour early to his shift, stretching in the lockers as he waited for her to clock out so they could chat and spend some time pretending they weren't desperate to jump each other's bones. He would flash her a grin in response, crooked and knowing as if to remind her that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, and she couldn't even deny it. She wanted to rip her hair out at her own unfairness.

October faded into November. For the most part Frank kept her updated on the divorce proceedings: things were moving swiftly again as they finally agreed on custody arrangements, so they were just waiting on the legal system to follow up with the last of the paperwork. Mel appreciated every update and bit back her own frustrations about how it had been months since they had last touched. She resorted to pleasuring herself at work again, as she had once so long ago now. On slower evenings she would lock herself in the bathroom for a full ten minutes and just sink against the wall, moaning softly into her hand while her fingers flicked wetly against her pulsing clit. She felt like a terrible doctor… but every time the orgasm was worth it.

One morning Frank pulled her aside in the lockers just after she had changed out of her scrubs. His voice was low as he confessed that he had arrived at work awhile ago, but upon seeing how busy it was and realizing that he wouldn't be able to see her like he wanted to, he decided to stay in his car and masturbate to photos of her instead. Mel left for home shaky, dizzy with longing, and couldn't get the image out of her mind.

December was just around the corner when her night shift schedule approached its end. Thanksgiving was a week away when she arrived at work only to find that Frank had never left. He barely spoke a word to her, just gestured for her to hop on his current case with him— she pushed away the apprehensive butterflies in her stomach and joined him without hesitation. An hour later and he practically pulled her into the break room, closing the door softly behind him lest they get called into another trauma.

"Why are you still here?" were the first words out of her mouth, rushed with frustration. She had been so proud of how well she had managed to avoid him lately— they hadn't even texted each other more than a few words in the last week. Frank stood in front of the door and raised his hands placatingly before her.

"I had to see you," he said, just as quickly. "I wanted to tell you this in person. My divorce will be finalized next week."

All she could do was gape up at him. He hadn't mentioned the divorce proceedings in weeks— she had assumed he just didn't want to keep pushing her hopes down since he knew it was taking longer than either of them wanted it to. But instead… it was over next week? She could be with him… within a week?

"What— how—"

"I know, I haven't really been keeping you up to date," he said, lowering his hands into his pockets awkwardly. "I've been… honestly, kinda sulking about you being on night shift." Mel smirked even as she let out a soft, incredulous huff. "I've been apartment hunting like crazy, since I want to be out of Abby's place by the time we sign the last of the papers, but I still haven't found anything available in my budget. Turns out getting a divorce fresh out of rehab isn't exactly the brightest choice."

"I can help you look, if you want," Mel said slowly, still trying to wrap her brain around the concept of all this being over so soon. Not for the first time she wondered if she should offer for him to stay at her place— she even had a guest room he could move into, since Becca spent most of her weekends at Adam's parent's place now. It felt wrong to offer, though, since they technically hadn't even been on a single date yet. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she remembered that embarrassing little fact.

"Thanks, Mel, but I've got one last place to check out next week before I have to start looking further away," he sighed. "But yeah, it's finally confirmed. We're all on board and we'll be given papers to sign next week, the day before Thanksgiving."

"Oh," Mel said, lost in thought as she wondered how soon was too soon to suck the soul out of him after he signed the papers. If it was the day before Thanksgiving, then at least she could jump his bones before they had to work all day on the holiday. With a blinding flash of guilt, she remembered his children and gasped. "Oh— I never asked you if you're working this Thanksgiving or not? Are you spending it with the kids?"

Frank smiled at her, a little sadly, and shook his head. "Nah. I agreed Abby gets major holidays, since I'll probably be working most of them anyways. She said I get Christmas though, since I already asked for it off ages ago."

"Oh, right," Mel said quietly. Frank had told her a few weeks back that he and Abby had agreed he get to spend his days off with the kids— twice a week and they would be all his. He wanted more, but even he had to agree in the end that he would be too busy to spend more than that with them, for now at least. Mel had immediately envisioned a future where she could be more in their lives, could perhaps take on some of the workload as a stepparent so he could have more time with them, but as much as the idea excited her it also made her vaguely uncomfortable. She wanted a life with him so bad… wanted a family with him. She had adored his kids when she met them, and the idea of being more in their lives made her heart ache with hope and love. She pushed it away for now; she already worried about Abby hating her, so jumping in as a surrogate mother the minute the Langdon's got divorced was probably just about the worst thing she could do.

"Y'know, Mel," Frank began, cutting into her thoughts as if he could read them plainly on her face, "you were right to say we should stay apart until the divorce is settled. The other day Abby brought up the idea of seeing other people and she said… well, that she was grateful I hadn't started dating anyone else yet. That I was… giving things time to settle down before jumping into another relationship. She said it was healthiest for us both."

Mel felt sick.

"Oh," she managed breathily. "That's… good."

Frank studied her suddenly pale face closely. "Yeah. I'm glad we're waiting to go public."

Mel looked down at her hands, watched the tight clench of her fingers twisting together, and swallowed roughly. She wondered if Abby would ever believe that they had waited to start a relationship until after the divorce was settled out of respect. She wondered if what they had even now counted as a "relationship." Frank stepped a little closer to her and started speaking again before her mind could dissolve into a spiral of panicked thoughts.

"I wanted to ask you something. You can say no, of course, but y'know how I said Abby started working as a teacher again? Well she's spending Thanksgiving break at her parent's place with the kids. She'll be gone when we have to sign the last of the papers, and I'll be… all alone at our place. Her place. I'd rather — if it's okay with you — maybe sign the papers at yours? And then we can… I dunno… canoodle?"

Mel smiled down at her clasped hands, knowing he was just trying to lighten the mood. Not only did it work, it also sent a column of fire down her spine. She looked up at him slowly.

"'Canoodle,' huh?" she teased as his smile widened down at her. Despite her guilt and misgivings, his goofy grin sent her heart flipping as usual. "You are such a dork. Yeah, of course you can come over. I, uh, have the day off. I was going to spend it with Becca, but apparently his parents are traveling last minute to spend Thanksgiving with extended family and she wants to join them— she's so excited to be introduced to everyone." Mel laughed softly, picturing her sister's bright, eager face as she had told her this. "So I'll be… yeah, all alone. Free."

"Not 'all alone,'" Frank whispered darkly. Mel met his eyes, carefully trying to tamper down the excited tremble that went through her body at the lowness of his voice. "Never 'all alone' ever again, after next week." He was grinning almost devilishly now, his eyes tracing down her body as if she was naked for him rather than wearing the same scrubs as always. She felt the weariness of her barely started shift dragging at her bones already, but the excitement of being so near to him as he spoke to her this seductively chased it away.

"I'm… looking forward to it," she said softly, evenly. "But I have to get back to work now. And you need to head home and get some rest."

Frank chuckled quietly at her change of subject, but heeded the note of warning in her voice. "Alright, alright, I'm going. Have a nice shift, sweetheart," he sighed, though his eyes flickered down to her lips anyways. He gently reached over and adjusted the glasses on her face, pushing them a little further up her nose. Mel suddenly realized how very, very close he had moved to her.

'One week,' she told herself as she, for once, allowed herself to not move out of his reach. 'One week and he's all mine. One week and I can swallow as much of his cum as I want to.'

They exchanged goodbyes before either could be tempted to do something they would later regret. Mel moved through the rest of her shift with renewed energy, her mind sharp and truly focused for the first time since August. One week. One tiny, insignificant little week.

Each day was more torturous than the last.

After their FaceTime back in October she had secretively set up an appointment to get an IUD installed— she wanted to tell him, but he had been more closed off than usual as he and Abby bounced ideas for custody arrangements off of one another, so she kept it to herself for the time being. She hadn't forgotten all the times he had texted her while masturbating, recklessly confessing just how much he wanted to cum inside of her. His huskily muttered curses and longing admissions over the phone about wanting to put a baby in her stuck with her during the nights she wished he was by her side the most. She had felt silly for getting it put in place so far in advance, but after he dropped the "one week" bomb on her she was grateful for her preparedness.

Three days before he was supposed to come over she wandered around Victoria's Secret alone on her day off, face flushed as she averted her eyes from the scantily clad mannequins. When a tall, stunning young woman finally took it upon herself to ask Mel if she needed any help, she blurted out that she had no idea what she was looking for. The sales associate pressed for an occasion, so Mel said, "My boyfriend who isn't my boyfriend is coming over to sign his divorce papers and we might finally have sex." The woman blinked, wide-eyed, down at her for a moment before giving her a sly "you go girl" grin and directing her over to a display of lacy garments that were equal parts sexy and demure. Mel left two entire hours later, carrying several bags filled with almost an entire paycheck's worth of items and a fresh skip in her step.

The night before he was supposed to come over Mel soaked in her bathtub for several hours after work. She hid beneath the waves of lavender scented bubbles and ran a comb repetitively, comfortingly, through her silky blonde hair. She had exfoliated her whole body, added several new steps to her hair routine, and even painted her nails. She had shaved her legs for the first time since the summer, though she left her pubic hair alone since he had often confessed how much he wanted to plunge his face into the soft curls between her legs again. She wore a slippery, sweet-smelling sheet mask on her face and had a line of lotions to coat herself in as soon as she finally stepped out of the tub.

The routine calmed her, kept her focused and collected as she tried not to think too hard about the next day. About how worried she was he would suddenly decide he didn't like her anymore, that he wanted to fight harder for his marriage, that he didn't want to have sex with her despite their months of waiting. Mel wondered when would be a good time to mention to him that she was still a virgin. She had meant to bring it up weeks ago, months ago even, but she was frightened it might make her seem more innocent or naive than she felt. The thought, not for the first time, annoyed her.

She groaned as she ran the comb through her hair again, sinking deeper into the bubbles— she had refreshed the bathwater four times already, but it was cooling once again. It was hard for her to feel an equal on his level when he was so experienced with relationships and she had never even had sex, let alone a real boyfriend. She couldn't deny that his experience sent a thrill up her spine, but the deeper she sank into the scented water the more she wondered how he would react when she told him tomorrow.

The morning he was supposed to come over Mel stood in front of her full length mirror, twisting around to see her backside as she nibbled on her lower lip worriedly. She wore nothing but her favorite lingerie set that she had impulse bought the other day at the mall, the one that first caught her eye. It was a two-piece in the same shade of pale pink lace that she had worn that night she first accidentally seduced him and — inadvertently — convinced him to leave his wife. The bralette was delicate and heart shaped across the breasts, tied on the shoulders with delicate little bows so it could fall open for easy access. The panties were soft and sheer, also tied at the hips with tiny bows, and covered with hearts.

Mel's cheeks were a similar shade of cotton-candy pink as she wondered if he would like them, if the heart pattern was too girlishly innocent, if the revealing lace was a step too far. It was too late, she decided as she reached for a t-shirt to pull on over the delicate undergarments: she had already painted her nails a matching pink, so that was that. She was stubborn within her desire to seduce him properly.

It was early afternoon when he knocked on her door. Mel opened it immediately, flashing back to how he had pounded so desperately on her front door all those months ago. He hadn't set foot in her place again after he left that night. It felt like a lifetime of waiting had happened between then and now.

"Hey," Frank said softly, smiling down at her from her doorstep. Mel's eyes instinctively flickered down to the bouquet of flowers he held close to his chest, her mouth falling open as she took them in. "I, uh, wasn't sure if it was appropriate to bring flowers or not but I decided to anyways. Clearly."

He awkwardly held them out. Mel took them as if in a trance. A bundle of soft red roses, delicate orange chrysanthemums, and innocent yellow daisies all wrapped up in a classic brown paper. She had never been given flowers before— she felt silly when her eyes began to well with tears.

"Thank you," she whispered, not looking up lest he see the wet sheen under her glasses. "They're so beautiful. I'll, um… put them in some water."

Frank stepped into the entryway, closing her front door behind him as she scurried off to the kitchen. Her living room and kitchen were one wide room, with a small dining area at the back by the hallway that led down to the bedrooms and bathroom. She blinked back her haze of tears as she grabbed an empty pitcher and filled it with water.

"Nice seeing your place in the daylight," Frank joked as he removed his shoes and looked around her apartment.

"I thought about turning on music and lighting some candles, but figured that might be a bit much," she bantered, willing her voice steady as she moved the flowers over to her dining table. She felt the vaguely uncomfortable pinch of the lingerie set she wore under her jeans and t-shirt and smiled secretively to herself.

"Well, maybe when the notary leaves we could change that," Frank suggested playfully as he shrugged off his jacket and backpack. "He should be here in a half hour— that okay?"

"Yeah, of course," Mel said, turning to face him. She took in his attire, his usual plain dark blue t-shirt and jeans, and felt nearly faint with lust. "Do you, um, want me out when you start signing things? Like— I could hide in my bedroom, or…?"

"No, Mel, this is your place, of course you can stay," Frank laughed, stepping into the kitchen to close the distance between them. She moved back on instinct. "Honestly, I could use the moral support anyways. I kinda thought me 'n Abby would sign these together."

"Oh… right." Mel shifted in place awkwardly and wondered how soon after the notary left would be too soon to strip him down to his socks.

"I'm glad it worked out this way, though. Less time for us to be apart," he continued, his voice low and meaningful. Mel felt the chafe of the lace against her nipples as they hardened just from the slight rasp in his voice.

"Me too," she whispered, smiling shyly up at him. "It's been a long few months. I hope I helped things go a little easier for you… I can't imagine how hard this whole process has been."

"Yeah, it hasn't been great," he sighed, shifting subtly to close the gap she had created between them. "But it had to happen. And yes, you're a really sweet consolation prize, Mel."

Her heartbeat skipped as he bent at the waist and placed a singular, feather-light kiss on her forehead. The thought of being described as a "prize," as if he had won her at the county fair the same way he had won her the stuffed bear, made her swoon. She closed her eyes and hummed as his lips pressed into her forehead, reflecting that he really had won her at the fair. Had she not spent that day with him, daydreaming about his arms and his attention and the ache of wanting a family with him, she probably never would have had the courage to pursue him in the ways that she had.

They hung out in the kitchen, close but not quite touching, as they waited for his appointment time to arrive. Mel had ordered a pizza for them to share, which they ate while they leaned against her kitchen island and talked more freely than they had in a long time. It was nothing serious: just chats about the weather, plans for the upcoming holidays, how Becca and his kids were doing. Even though the papers had not yet been signed, she still felt as if some great, invisible weight had lifted off her shoulders the moment he kissed her forehead.

The mobile notary he had hired arrived exactly on time. Mel was in the middle of washing the last of their dishes — and fighting off Frank, who kept begging for her to let him do the washing up instead — when she heard the short, sharp knocks on her door. She barely managed to keep from running to the bathroom to hide until it was all over.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Langdon," the man droned as Frank let him into her apartment. He was tall, dressed sharply, and carried a briefcase. He looked so official that her heart clenched. His eyes slid over to her as Frank directed him towards the table, his eyebrow arching in clear surprise. "And good afternoon to you too, Mrs. Langdon. I had heard you would be signing your half of the papers separately, no?"

Mel blanched and gripped the counter. Frank bit back a snort of laughter so quickly that he began to choke. The notary set his briefcase down on the table and looked between them, puzzled.

"I'm not— we're not—" Mel sputtered, but Frank stepped between them as he composed himself.

"My ex-wife — Abby — is signing them separately. This is a friend and coworker of mine, Dr. King." When the man looked between them again, eyes unreadable, Frank added, "She's here for moral support."

"Right," he said, shortly. There was an air of amusement about him now. Mel was torn between feeling deeply embarrassed, vaguely resentful of Frank for calling her his "friend," and slightly thrilled to have been dubbed "Mrs. Langdon."

The last feeling won out pretty quickly. She smiled politely as the notary introduced himself to her and then turned back to Frank. The name "Mrs. Melissa Langdon" was looping through her head, blocking out the sound of them settling at her table and pulling out piles of paperwork. No— not Mrs. Melissa Langdon, Dr. Melissa Langdon. She rather liked the sound of that. As the two men began the process of shuffling through paperwork, timelines, and legalese she allowed herself a small, satisfied smile at the idea of having a cooler name than his ex-wife did.

The appointment took far less time than she thought it would. She leaned against the counter behind Frank's back as he flipped through paperwork, pen in hand, and confirmed everything with the notary. Weekends with the kids, partial access to holidays, Abby maintaining her deed to the house. His dog — the huge, hairy monster that Tanner had dubbed "Pasketti" since he never could quite pronounce spaghetti right — would remain under his ownership, though Abby's parents had agreed to take care of the shaggy beast until Frank found a new place that allowed dogs. All he had to do was flash his ID, answer a few questions, and sign on a few dotted lines. And then it was over.

"It'll take a few weeks for the judge to look everything over and finalize all this, of course," the notary said as he stood. "With the holidays coming up it may even be pushed back to next year, but as soon as your wife signs it's all but finalized."

"Ex-wife," Frank corrected, shaking the man's hand firmly as he stood. "She texted me that she signed her copies a few minutes ago."

"Good," the notary said, gathering the paperwork quickly. "Then I'll get out of your hair— I'm sure you two would like to celebrate."

Frank bristled at the man's amused tone, but when he opened his mouth to fire off a response Mel jumped in with a quick, "Thank you for your help. Have a nice Thanksgiving!"

Frank cooled at Mel's coy sincerity. Secretly, she was thrilled to have their relationship more out in the open, more seen even if just by strangers. Outwardly, her whole body was itching with the need to touch him. The wait was over— they had both signed. It wouldn't be an official, legal separation until the paperwork was looked over and agreed upon by the courts, but she couldn't care less. They had both signed. As far as she was concerned, the Langdons were no more.

Frank closed the door behind the man and huffed under his breath. "What a nosy son of a—"

Mel spun him around by the shoulders and silenced him by smashing their lips together. Frank's words faded into a shocked mumble against her lips as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him as deeply and as passionately as she had longed to since last August. He swooned, melting down into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her lower back and drew her even deeper into his embrace. When she licked against his lower lip he opened immediately, her tongue sliding wetly into the easy, hot give of his mouth. Mel whimpered lowly in her throat, her pussy beginning to throb with the consuming swell of almost feral need that was growing within her. It was over— the wait was finally over. When he pulled back to breathe, his breath fanning hotly over her face, she chased his lips with short, sharp nips. She pressed her lower half against his, grinding slowly and purposefully against his crotch, until he moaned and swiped his tongue back into her searching mouth.

She could have made out with him forever, just savoring the taste of his moistened lips and cementing it in her memory in case she ever had to go this long without touching him again, but she wanted something else even more. Besides, Mel knew that she would never suffer like this again if she had something to say about it. She would stow away on all his work trips, would hide in the trunk of his car if he ever had to travel— she was never, ever, leaving him alone after today. She broke the kiss with a wet gasp, her hands already moving as she spun his body and pushed him towards the couch.

"M-Mel!" Frank cried, stumbling backwards as she pushed him. "Don't you wanna head to the bedroom or something?" She shoved him— he landed on the couch cushion with a low grunt.

"I've waited long enough," Mel hissed through gritted teeth, her hands already lowering to pull her t-shirt off. "God, Frank, it's finally time and you want me to wait even long enough to head to the bedroom?"

"Fair enough," Frank murmured, his arguments dying as he watched her rip her shirt off. His blue eyes widened in shock as it hit the floor, exposing the lacy heart-shaped bralette to his starving eyes. "Holy fuck."

"You like it?" Mel asked shyly, moving to straddle him. He sat back, his spine pressing into the back of the couch as his hands reached out to wrap around her slender waist. She settled into his lap a touch uncomfortably, since she wasn't used to the position. His wide, guiding hands helped steady her on his thighs.

"Jesus, Mel, is this for me?" Frank whispered, lowering his mouth to press a kiss to her collarbone. Mel whimpered as his lips seared against her already flushed skin. She felt impatient, squirming in his lap as he kissed against her neck, but she allowed him a moment to taste her soft, lavender scented skin as she ground down into his crotch.

"All for you, darling," she murmured, her hands slipping around his broad shoulders to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. "I've been a good girl for you. I didn't even touch myself this week."

"Perfect." He grinned into her skin, growing wet from his kisses as he mouthed his way down to her chest. "Y'know, I never imagined myself getting divorced. But even if I had, I certainly would never have dreamt of a gorgeous woman sitting in my lap moments after I signed the papers."

Mel flushed and opened her mouth to retort, but her words died as he wrapped his mouth around her covered breast and ran his tongue over the lace. She whimpered as he sucked against the fabric, his teeth teasing against her hardened nipple until she could barely breathe. Her whole body was turning as pink as the lingerie, blazing hot under his touch as she rocked her hips down into his hardening bulge and whined openly for more contact. His hands slid up her waist and shakily untied the bows at her shoulders— the straps fell free, exposing her bare chest to his wandering lips.

After months of drowning in her own touch and lustful fantasies, the simple fact of Frank's hot mouth against her skin was almost more than she could handle. She cried and rocked in his lap, chasing friction beneath her suffocatingly tight jeans as she pressed her chest towards his mouth. He sucked and moaned around her tit, one hand gripping her waist so tightly she gasped while the other hand massaged her free breast. He was lost in the moment, soft, whimpering noises falling out from between his wet lips as he sucked dark bruises into her pale skin.

"F-fuck, Frank!" Mel cried, throwing her head back to moan up at her living room ceiling as he wrapped his lips around one sensitive nipple and sucked, his fingers rolling her other nipple in circles until her toes started to curl.

"I love it when you curse, baby," Frank groaned into her skin, swiftly crossing over to her other breast to run his tongue over the dry nipple. "Want to make you — fuck — lose control forever…"

Mel ground against his covered erection, now fully hard under her throbbing pussy, and practically choked as he sucked another hickey into the heaving side of her breast.

"Frank— I can't— I need you in me—" she gasped, rolling her hips forward to grind against the friction of his thick bulge. He grinned wickedly into her chest, palming and squeezing the skin harshly as he looked up and studied her dazed reactions.

"I'm here, sweetheart. Whatever you want, I'll give you," he promised, his tongue soothing yet another red mark he had left near her nipple. Mel reacted immediately, pushing herself off of him until she could stand shakily on her own two feet again. His hands were already fumbling with his jean's button before she had fully stood, his cock clearly aching to be freed. She slid her jeans down frantically— the ragged, stuttering gasp Frank let out at the sight of her matching panties made her jump. She froze before him for a moment, desperately turned on by Frank's wide, wet, loving eyes as he drank her half-naked form in. "Jesus, Mel, you're stunning," he breathed, his hips shifting as he pulled his pants down past his thighs. "C'mere, baby, let me feel you…"

Mel didn't need to be asked twice. She straddled his lap again, leaning forward until the pink, leaking tip of his cock pressed against her bare stomach. Her hand was on him in an instant, tenderly stroking down his length with a needy sigh as he leaned in to kiss her again. His hands rested on her hips as he licked between her lips, his fingers toying with the bows as if he couldn't wait to strip her fully.

"Shirt… off…" Mel mumbled against his mouth, stroking him a little faster— the sensation of his dick growing firmer in her hands was intoxicating. He broke the kiss and leaned back, a thin trail of spit connecting their lips as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Y'know, Mel, your window is wide open," Frank mused teasingly as his shirt hit the floor, his chest finally revealed to her wandering gaze. She continued to stroke him softly, marveling at the way his girth sat heavily in her palm; her hand was so small compared to his cock. She drew her eyes upwards, raising her free hand to card her fingers through his thick, dark chest hair. He shivered at the contact.

"Don't care…" Mel mumbled, too lost to know where to focus her attention. She ran her pink fingernails over his pecs sharply and was rewarded with a breathy gasp. "Need you in me, Frank."

"Of course, sweetheart, of course," he whispered, his hands sliding around her back to toy with her bra clasp. "Did you pick up any condoms or—"

"No condoms," Mel cut him off quickly, her wrist working to pump his precum slippery length a little faster. "I— I got an IUD a few weeks ago. I didn't wanna tell you, I thought you'd think I was… impatient."

Frank's cock twitched thickly in her hands at the comment, at the subtle acknowledgment that she wanted him to cum inside of her for their first time. For her first time ever, she remembered with a rush of excitement. Her bra fell unceremoniously into her lap as his fingers deftly unhooked it, freeing her hickey-covered tits fully.

"That's my girl," he murmured, his hands slipping down to toss the discarded garment out of the way so he could rub across the front of her lacy panties. Mel sighed headily as his fingers skimmed over the hot pulse of her clit, his other hand moving to grip her hip tightly again. "So fucking smart… you've been preparing for this moment for awhile, huh?"

"Uh-huh," Mel whined, grinding forward into his touch. "Please, Frank, please…"

"I gotcha, baby, c'mon," Frank groaned, hooking his fingers into her panties and pulling them gently to the side. Mel bit her lip as his fingers slid through her folds, finally, and teased her entrance. "Fuck, so wet for me already?"

"Always, darling, always for you," she mumbled, shifting her hips forward and pulling his dick down towards her throbbing cunt clumsily. Frank chuckled, panting slightly as he helped her line his flushed, slick cockhead between her folds. "By the way, I'm a virgin. Thought you should know."

Frank's jaw fell open, a soft, confused noise falling out of his lips as Mel pulled her hips forward and began to sink down onto his cock. The stretch was delicious. Mel cried softly as he entered her, even just his tip filling her so full that she nearly forgot how to breathe. He was so thick that her slick walls clung to him tightly as she slid down his length— Frank's fingers gripped her hips so firmly that she knew her skin would be blooming with little bruises by tomorrow. The idea made her whimper. He had been right: he was certainly thicker than just her two fingers, and now she knew he was even thicker than three fingers inside of her. Despite this being her first time she swallowed him methodically, slowly, her body opening easily as it adjusted to his size— she was determined to make all of him fit.

Finally she sat flush with his hips, so full she wondered how she had ever felt before his cock was filling the aching emptiness inside of her. She braced her arms around his neck as she shifted on his thighs, hissing through her teeth as she adjusted to the new sensation. Frank watched her carefully, his lips parted as he studied her reaction.

"You okay, Mel? This alright?"

"Perfect," she breathed, tears of need welling in her eyes. She hadn't realized just how alone she had felt these last few months.

"Is this really your f-first time?" he questioned, gasping a little as her cunt tightened around his cock while she shifted on him. She nodded breathlessly, too distracted by the heaviness inside of her to wonder anymore what he would think of her inexperience. "God, Mel, you take me so well…"

Mel rose off of him just slightly, her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps before she lowered herself back down in his lap. He cursed lowly at the sensation, at her wet arousal coating his enveloped shaft, and pulled her in even closer to him. She pressed her forehead to his, eyes fluttering shut as she lifted her hips up and down again, testing the new sensation. She wanted to draw things out, make this last as long as she could, but she was too impatient. To finally have her arms around him, to have his cock inside of her, filling her out— not moving was impossible. She fell into a steady rhythm, sliding up and down his length as she rolled her hips and began to ride him in earnest.

"Oh my god, Frank…" Mel moaned, her thighs snapping against his as her confidence rose. She had rode her teddy bear while fantasizing about him even so much as liking her back, then rode his face while wishing she was his, and now here she was riding his dick on her couch while knowing she was his— all his. She gripped his shoulders and ground her hips down, relishing the breathy gasps and moans she pulled from his lips as she bounced on him. He was reaching parts of her she had never felt before; her body was trembling with the aching blaze of pleasure. Her climax was mounting already, though she fought to quell it as she focused on the satisfyingly wet glide of her cunt over his thick length.

"Jesus, Mel, you're a pro," he groaned, assisting the steady rock of her hips with his firm, guiding grip on her waist. "You were just made to ride me, babygirl."

Mel threw her head back and moaned up at her ceiling, messy golden locks tumbling around her bare shoulders and thighs clenching hopelessly as she thrust down onto his heavy, pulsing cock. She moaned his name with reckless abandon, her hands winding into the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck as she rode him shamelessly.

"Don't forget your window is open, baby," Frank murmured, leaning forward to press his lips to her damp neck. "Or do you want your neighbors to hear all these pretty noises you're making, hmm? You want them to know how fucking gorgeous you sound while you're taking my cock, sweetheart?"

Mel babbled and cried, biting her lip in an attempt to muffle herself to no avail. She could hardly control herself as she picked up the pace of her hips, rocking down onto his dick as it speared her open. She tugged on his hair and cried his name so loudly her throat started to strain, her voice growing raspy from all the noises falling from her open mouth. Frank grinned wickedly as he kissed down to her chest, his mouth closing around her flushed, quivering breast.

"I wish everyone could see how fucking beautiful you are, riding me like this," he groaned as he sucked her tits, freckled with bruises. "W-wish they could hear these pretty fucking moans you're making, all for me… Jesus, Mel, you're even tighter than I dreamed."

"Tighter than Abby?" Mel gasped, finding her voice as she ground down against his cock. She smirked at his low moan, at the heavy twitch of arousal inside of her from the bite of challenge in her words.

"Fuck, baby, so much tighter than her… so much softer…"

"Then s-show you me why you left your wife for me, Frank. Cum inside me, please," Mel sighed pleadingly, quickening her pace. She grew dizzy with longing, lost in the obscene, sticky noises their thighs made as they slapped together. "Please, Frank, please fill me… I want it so bad…"

"Want me to put a baby in you, huh?" Frank moaned, adding another red mark to her bruised chest as she frantically nodded her head. "Want me to pump you so full of cum there's just no chance you won't get pregnant?"

Mel slowed, her movements growing sloppy and uncoordinated as her climax mounted. Her hair cascaded down her shaking shoulders in messy, honeyed waves as she let her lips fall open and exhaled a long, low whine of need. Frank took over for her, his tongue swirling around her nipple as if he had never tasted anything sweeter while he held her waist firmly and fucked up into her loose, pliant body. She could feel his cock growing even stiffer inside of her, could feel the low pulse of his veins against her clamped walls, and knew his release was near. When she climaxed she cried his name so loudly that her voice grew ragged and her throat dry, despite the saliva falling out of the corner of her mouth to trail down her exposed neck.

They came almost exactly at the same time. Frank moaned her name lowly, repeatedly as he orgasmed, fucking up into her slowly and firmly as he began to pump her full of cum. The hot, sticky flood into her cunt made her gasp, her eyes closing tightly as she savored the sensation of his cock pulsing inside of her. She was soaked, her pussy wetter than she had ever felt before as his cum mixed with her dripping release and filled her until her eyes rolled back into her head. Her legs shook as she leaned into his crushing embrace, relishing the bruises darkening on her hips as he held her still and thrust stutteringly through his orgasm. This was better than she had ever dreamed, better than she could have ever hoped for.

Finally his hips rolled to a stop, his shaft throbbing weakly inside of her as he finished. She felt the sticky heat of his cum, hot and thick, painting her walls as she sat heavily on his thighs. She trembled with her own desire to beg for more, to beg for permission to get her birth control device removed as soon as physically possible so he could put a baby in her for real. As her orgasm faded into a soft, overwhelming glow the only conscious thought on her mind was how desperately she wanted to have his kids, to start a family with him. Tears welled in her eyes.

"God, Mel…" Frank mumbled against her chest, soothing the red bruises on her pale skin with tender, wet kisses. "That was perfect. You drive me crazy, I've never… never felt like this before…"

"I love you," Mel blurted out, tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes to dampen her pink cheeks. "I l-love you, Frank, oh my god I'm so in love with you."

He stilled, his lips flush with her bare breast. She could feel his breathing, hot and heavy against her sore skin. She couldn't take the words back even if she wanted to— it was simply too late. But she couldn't regret her outburst either, not when his softening, heavy cock was filling her up and his cum was swirling through her cervix. She held her breath as she waited to find out if she had just ruined their relationship before it could even start.

"I love you too, Mel," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion as he kissed, impossibly gently, against her heaving breast. "I love you like I've never loved anyone before. It's why… why I knew me and Abby were over, even back in August. I've never felt so seen by anyone like I feel seen by you." Mel choked back a sob of relief as he tilted his head up and pressed his lips against her fluttering carotid.

"I know how you feel," Mel sniffed, stroking her fingers through the sweaty hair at the back of his head more gently than she had while riding him. "I feel the exact same. Frank… I know it's too soon, I know, but I've been just dreaming of being with you, of having a family with you, for so long now. God, I wish you could stay right here forever, just filling me up over and over again until we have a little one of our own…" Her voice faded as she rambled, heart rate spiking as she became aware of how frozen he was against her hammering pulse. He pulled back slowly.

"You mean it, love? You really want a family with me?" he murmured, his own eyes damp with tears as his gaze met hers. She nodded weakly, cautiously. "I want… Jesus, Mel, I couldn't want anything more. Seeing you with my kids at the fair… it made me want to take them everywhere with you. Can't you just imagine us all together? Family trips to the park, to the zoo, to baseball practice and dance recitals with my perfect little monsters… and maybe one day with someone new in our lives?" He spoke softly, just as suddenly shy as she felt, as he pressed a meaningful hand to her belly. She trembled as his warm hand pressed into her soft skin, imagined a new life growing there. Mel whimpered with longing. She wanted this life with him so badly she could see it flashing before her eyes as surely as if it had already happened.

"There is nothing more I could want," she confessed softly, placing her own hand over his touch against her belly. "I care for your kids, Frank, so much. I want to take them back to the county fair, and out to get ice cream, and to drop them off at school in the morning and be there for them when they're sick and…" she blinked away tears and leaned down, placing a simmering kiss against his wet lips. He sighed contentedly at the contact. "I want it all," she whispered against his smile, "I want it all with you. I'm all in, Frank. For life, if you'll have me."

She knew it was unfair of her to propose such a thing to him literal minutes after he got divorced, but he didn't seem to mind. Instead he keened at her words, pressing another heated kiss to her mouth as his hand rubbed soothing circles into her belly. When she drew back, her lips swollen and trembling, he was looking at her as if he never wanted to let her go again.

"I'm all in too," he whispered raggedly. "For life. Which I know probably doesn't seem like much of a promise given that I literally just got divorced, but I assume you'd want to wait awhile to get married anyways, yeah?" he joked softly. Secretly Mel thought if they could get married right this very second she would, but she nodded anyway to make him feel better.

"Wait— does that mean we're dating now?" she checked suddenly, her back stiffening.

Frank arched an eyebrow. "I mean… I kinda thought so, yeah."

"Oh." Mel sat firmly on his sticky thighs, wiggling a little as she savored the stretch of his softened cock inside of her. "But we haven't even had our first date yet."

"What do you call that day at the fair, hmm?" he teased, biting his lip as his eyes wandered over the dark bruises he had branded her chest with.

"Oh yeah," Mel grinned. "You bought me a present and everything."

Frank laughed and leaned forward until he could nuzzle his nose against her shoulder. "Don't worry Mel, as soon as I find a new place I'll take you out for real. I am going to spoil the shit out of you."

"Move in with me."

The words were out of her mouth before she had even decided to say them. She frowned and hoped this wasn't going to become a habit of hers. Frank pulled back again, facing her more seriously.

"Mel, you don't have to—"

"I mean it," she said quickly, cutting him off before he could voice all the many reasons she was sure it was a bad idea. "I have a spare room that Becca doesn't really use anymore— I told you she doesn't stay over as much as she used to since she got together with Adam. Your kids could share the room on the weekends until we find a bigger place, and— and my apartment even allows pets! It's… I know it's too soon, but it'll give you a place for awhile at least and we could, I dunno, just pretend to be roommates until a few months pass so Abby doesn't know we've been together and—"

"Mel." Frank cut off her frantic words, his voice pensive. "I—"

She held her breath, her eyes darting between his as she waited for him to deny her. She shrank in his lap.

"—I can't thank you enough," he whispered roughly. "You're a goddamn angel, sweetheart. I would love to live with you, if you're sure. It'll be maybe a bit awkward at first, but maybe we can start looking for a bigger apartment soon if things go well?"

"Oh my god, of course," Mel gasped, trembling with excitement. "There's so many nice apartments near here that I bet we could afford together— maybe we can start looking soon?"

"Y-yeah, for sure," he replied almost breathlessly. "But you know, the rumors at work are only going to fly even harder if we start living together."

"I think we can survive some more rumors flying. We've been doing it all these months, after all." She nibbled on her lower lip as she felt his thick cock twitch inside of her again, stirring around the hot cum it kept sheathed inside of her. She felt some of it slip out, further wetting her moist thigh, and barely managed to bite back a whine of disappointment. "This was… wonderful, Frank. It was everything I dreamt of while we waited," she continued, shifting her hips to emphasize the way he was still plugging her up.

"What, you think I'm done, baby?" Frank grinned as she tilted her head to the side, eyes narrowed suspiciously. She realized her glasses had gone askew again and impatiently righted them— she barely had time to open her mouth to ask him when he meant when he was surging up. Mel yelped in surprise as he lifted her easily and placed her down on the couch, back flat and hair wild around her head as she gazed up at him in silent shock. He stayed inside of her the entire time, his cock growing thicker against her soaked walls.

"F-Frank, are you hard again?" she squeaked, eyes wide as she shifted on her back while he positioned himself above her.

"You really thought that I would be satisfied after only one round? After all these months? After all your teasing?" he chuckled lowly, awkwardly kicking his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. He slid his knee by the curve of her hip, bracing one foot on the floor while he raised Mel's leg and slung it over the back of the couch. She was flustered to be viewed in such a way, spread wide open before him, as if she hadn't ground her soaked cunt across his face on their very first intimate encounter.

Silently he panted, fingers deftly untying the little bows at her hips until her panties fell open before his eyes and he had a full, unobstructed view of her. Mel looked down at her naked body, at the pretty purple and red bruises peppering her chest that reminded her of pansies and the soaked, cum-sticky hair between her thighs, and blushed so deeply she felt faint. She was shocked to see just how wide his cock was stretching her, the dark hair on his pelvis flush with hers as his erection grew back to its full thickness. Her mouth flooded with saliva at the sight.

"Breed me," Mel pleaded dreamily, too far-gone to feel exposed or focus on anything other than the blissful, overwhelming pleasure of him stretching her out. "Prove to me that you're really mine, Frank, that you've left Abby far behind… put a baby in me."

"Fuck," Frank cursed roughly, bracing one hand on her raised ankle and her other hand down by her head so they could be face to face. His floppy hair tickled her forehead. "I'm gonna breed you so hard, Mel, gonna fuck you so full of my cum that you'll just have to get pregnant, birth control be damned."

"Please," Mel pleaded, her hips bucking up to encourage him to start fucking her again. "I wanna have your kids, Frank, I wanna be filled up even more…"

Frank didn't need any more encouragement than that. He began to thrust slowly; the slick slide of his shaft was even more delicious than the first time, aided now not only by her soaking arousal but by his own cum. Mel looked down, dizzy, and gaped as she watched him pull out. His cock was soaked with his previous release and her own juices from the time it had spent resting softly inside of her, his thick length glistening and almost impossibly hard before he snapped back in, burying himself in her right up to the hilt. Her mouth fell open at the stunning ferocity of his thrust. It reached even deeper inside of her than she had reached while riding him, pressing immediately against that soft, spongy area that sprang tears of stunned pleasure to her eyes.

He fell into a steady pace, his thighs slapping wetly against hers as he folded her into the couch cushion and fucked her like there was no tomorrow, like he would die if he couldn't impregnate her right now… like he hadn't touched her in months. As Mel wrapped her arms around his broad biceps and surrendered to the mind-numbing pleasure, her last clear thought was that she might have to deny him touch more often if this was the outcome.

"Oh, baby, you feel so fucking good," Frank moaned, lips wet against her forehead as he split her apart with the heavy, rapid drive of his cock. "Gonna look so fucking pretty all filled up with my babies… those gorgeous tits of yours all swollen with milk… fuck, you're gonna be such a good mom."

"M-make me a mother, Frank, p-please," Mel babbled, clawing against his biceps with her pink fingernails. "I wanna feel your cum in me over and over and over again until you succeed, honey, please!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm gonna breed you as many times as it takes to knock you up, I promise," Frank groaned, leaning down to capture her lips with his own. She moaned against him, her mouth hanging open limply as he fucked her so hard that she couldn't even close her lips around his in a proper kiss. He grinned proudly at her steady stream of fucked-out noises and licked between her teeth instead, his spit pooling on her tongue as she weakly pushed it up to meet his. She swallowed around him, his heavy breaths and hot saliva, and thought dazedly that she had never tasted anything so delicious in all her life.

Her fingernails clawed red marks down his arm as he tightened his grip on her ankle, slung limply over the back of the couch, and fucked down into her with every ounce of his strength. She melted into the cushions at her back, thin whines exhaling into his open mouth as they traded lustfully foggy breaths and saliva. His cum-slick shaft rammed in and out of her aching cunt as her nails scrambled for purchase against the flex of his biceps. She was losing control, her climax teetering at a tempting precipice she hadn't felt since she rode his face all those months ago. He sensed her tightening, felt the squeeze of her wet walls clamping down around him, and slid his hand down her bare leg to rub against her clit.

"C'mon, Mel, I know you have it in you," he gasped into her open mouth, a glistening string of spit connecting their lips as he spoke. "Be a good girl and squirt for me, baby."

Mel cried and arched her back weakly as his fingers flicked over her swollen, oversensitive clit. She had never felt a pleasure so blinding before— her eyes closed tightly as she wailed his name and came. The pale shine of her release arched into the air, thin and wet as it flooded past his cock and landed on his dark chest hair.

"Fuck!" Frank cursed roughly, panting against her searching tongue as his fingers continued to circle her aching nub, working her through the blazing climax. Mel's legs shook as she came, fireworks ricocheting through her limp body as she squirted in waves, her back arched up into his touch. Frank wrapped his lips weakly around her tongue and sucked, bobbing his head down to meet her open lips as he coaxed the last of her release out to paint his naked form. He fucked her through the climax, his thrusts slowing into purposeful rocks of his hips as he targeted her g-spot and prepared to fill her again. Her hot, dripping squirt painting his heaving chest, the wet squelch of his cock sliding through his previous load of cum in her worn cunt, the feral scratch of her innocently painted fingernails over his biceps… Frank couldn't have held back his climax even if he tried.

"G-gonna breed you so hard, gonna keep you pregnant for me all the fucking t-time," Frank groaned, his hips stuttering as he came a second time. Mel gasped brokenly as their thighs, sticky with the moisture of their mixed release, slapped together heavily as he slowed his thrusts and began to fill her up again. His load was smaller this time, but Mel marveled drunkenly at the fact that he had even managed to cum for her twice at all. She felt his hot seed flooding her again, painting her insides so thickly that she could have sworn she felt it all the way up into her womb. He stilled, sweaty forehead pressed to hers as he panted and grunted into her open mouth, and allowed his cock to just pulse inside of her as he filled her up for a second time in one very short hour.

Mel felt the dull, heavy throb of his testicles against the back of her thighs, tightening against her soaked skin as he emptied his load inside of her, and moaned breathlessly between his flushed lips. A distant part of her brain, starting to clear from the fog of her orgasm, remembered that he had two children already… he had to be quite fertile. As he breathed heavily over her, a thin line of saliva falling from his mouth onto her eagerly waiting tongue, she focused on the pulsing weight of his balls against her ass and the sensation of two loads of cum mixing inside of her and wondered dizzily if he might actually succeed in impregnating her despite her birth control.

She knew rationally that the idea should frighten her, should fill her with worry and guilt since he was very freshly divorced, but instead it just sent a sugar-rush thrill of excitement through her limp, spent body. She swallowed around his spit and weak moans as he sank into her, running her tongue along his lower lip until he stirred back to the present. He opened his eyes and smiled weakly down at her.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice ragged.

"Hey," she giggled back, soft and hoarse from all the noises she had been making. She winced and glanced towards her living room window, just as wide open as she had left it that morning. Oops.

"You make beautiful noises when I fuck you," he said, his smile growing wicked as if he had read her thoughts. Mel grinned and blushed, almost shy again despite his cock still filling her out.

"You, um, think you succeeded? In…" She gestured down at their connected bodies with her chin, too flustered to say the words out loud now that their moment of passion had passed. Frank smirked and pressed a wet kiss to the tip of her nose.

"If I didn't now, then I will in the future. Just gonna have to keep trying, yeah?" he promised, shifting his hips so Mel could feel his softening cock still filling her out. She felt his cum almost sloshing inside of her and swooned, wondering again how soon was too soon to have her IUD removed.

"Can we cuddle?" Mel asked, blinking fuzzily up at him. "Or… do you have to go?"

"No, no of course we can cuddle," he said quickly, straightening again. Mel's arms fell off his biceps to let him go, her eyes widening as she took in the state she had left him in. His arms were red with her claw marks and his chest was soaked with her release. Her eyes traced the sticky, wet river of her squirt as it raced down his pecs when he straightened his back, sticking his chest hair together as it trickled down into his happy trail.

"Holy shit," Mel murmured, too lost to care about cursing. Frank looked down at himself, at the marks she had left on him, and laughed softly.

"You're a mean fuck, baby," he grinned. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I would make you squirt every time if I could."

"Oh, I think you could," Mel said softly, her eyes wandering unashamedly down his wet chest hair as her clit throbbed weakly again. She was insatiable.

Frank pulled out of her slowly; Mel barely managed to swallow her whine of disappointment at the loss of him. She felt so empty she could barely breathe. She propped herself up on her elbows to look down as he pulled out, his wet cock slapping spent against her sticky inner thigh. He was huge even when soft, she realized with a start— she had no idea how she had managed him while being as inexperienced as she was. She shivered with pride, though her smile fell as she watched the cum start to flood out of her as if chasing the thick plug of his dick. She went to cross her legs, to keep it inside of her as long as she could in the mournful hopes of it taking despite her birth control, but Frank was even faster. He scooped the escaping release up with his long, slender fingers and, as she watched expectantly, plunged it back into her spent pussy.

She gasped as he fingered her gently, less to get her off and more to push his own cum back into her body. His eyes flickered up to meet hers at the ragged noise, the blue of his iris darkened as he watched her closely. His fingers pressed into her softly, repetitively, gathering the slow departure of his release and fucking it back into her weakly fluttering entrance.

"I told you I wanted this to stick," he whispered, his fingers stroking her wet, sticky walls until her legs shook. "I mean it, Mel. If you want kids, there's no fucking way I'm not gonna give them to you." Mel whimpered and nodded weakly, her knees pressing together as her walls squeezed eagerly around his probing fingers. She had never felt so full in her life.

"I do want them, Frank. With you, so bad. I should… god, I should be responsible and go to the bathroom to clean up but… just one time couldn't hurt, right?"

"Are you sure?" Franks fingers stilled inside of her, her entrance pulsing around his long, cum-slippery digits. "I want you to be safe here, Mel, UTIs aren't fun—"

"I know, I know, but it's just one time," Mel said hurriedly, clenching her thighs together in weak protest. "Just— I know I probably won't get pregnant from this, but let me pretend, okay? Just for now until we can… until the timing is better for us to try for real."

"Jesus, I can't believe we're having this conversation one fucking hour after I sign my divorce papers," Frank laughed, sliding his fingers out from her wet cunt with a soft, sucking squelch. Mel pressed her legs together immediately as he sat back, feverishly hoping to keep as much of his cum inside of her as she possibly could. "C'mon, sweetheart, let's cuddle. We'll talk about the future more later, yeah?"

"Yeah," she agreed, almost buzzing with a bliss as he stood. She moved to follow but he gestured for her to lay still and instead bent at the waist to slide his hands under her back. She gasped as he lifted her into his arms, holding her bridal-style. "F-Frank, your back!" she squeaked as he began to carry her towards her bedroom.

"I'm fine, it's a short walk," he assured her softly, though she didn't miss the way he gritted his teeth as he carried her down the hall. She kept her thighs clenched together, relishing the wet stickiness of the hair between her legs as her release mixed with what little of Frank's seed she couldn't keep contained inside of her. He placed her on the bed, grunting a little under his breath, and immediately let out a low groan of annoyance.

"Mr. Stuffles is not sleeping in bed with us, Mel."

"Why not?!" she cried immediately, reaching over to the stuffed bear and pulling him into her arms. "He always sleeps in bed with me. He reminds me of you, Frank." She batted her eyelashes at him simperingly, her eyes round and teasing as she stared up at him. Frank rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself.

"I'm here now, baby," he whispered, lowering himself beside her. "But if you want to keep him around then that's fine, I guess."

"Perfect," Mel said, snuggling into his sweaty, sticky form with a satisfied smirk. "God, we need showers."

"Later," he mumbled into her hair, wrapping his lanky body around her as Mel tucked Mr. Stuffles in between their chests. "I'm spent."

"I don't doubt it," she whispered, nuzzling into the side of his neck and breathing in deeply. She relished his heavy, musky scent and the thick pulse of his carotid against her nose. He was real. Real and here, in her bed with her at last. "This was well worth the wait."

"Agreed," Frank hummed, tucking a messy strand of hair behind her ear before sliding his hand down between them and innocently resting it against her stomach. She leaned into the touch, her hand moving to curl over his until their fingers were clasped over her belly. Empty for now… but maybe someday…

As Mel's senses faded into the cloying, drowsy warmth of sleep she relished the feeling of Frank's cum slowly leaking out to stain her sticky inner thighs. She shifted closer to him, squeezing his hand tightly as she pressed the prize teddy bear between their bare chests. Frank's gentle snores ruffled the hair clinging to her sweaty forehead as she focused on the warmth of his wide hand covering her stomach and wished desperately that despite all odds, he might have actually succeeded in impregnating her.

A life with him seemed more real now than ever before, just within reach rather than an impossible dream. Someday they would take Tanner and Penny back to the fair. Becca and Adam would be with them, hand in hand as always. And maybe… just maybe… there might be a little one in her arms, wide blue eyes taking in the fair as they cooed around at the world. She would feel a wedding ring on her finger, Frank's arm around her waist, and perhaps even feel the swell of another bump under her shirt already as she sank into the warmth of a full, complete family. Every dream she had ever indulged, every hope she had ever secretly harbored, come to life thanks to the man she had dared to love snuggling into her side sleepily.

Despite the lengths it had taken for them to get here, bodies intertwined in her bed at long last, Mel couldn't feel guilty anymore about chasing this love and fighting for the life of her dreams. The life she had finally accepted that she deserved. Something sweet, and gentle, and supportive. Something so utterly real, even if it had felt like a fantasy far beyond her reach for longer than she cared to remember. She never could have dreamt that her innocent little workplace crush might turn into a relationship like this… but as she drifted off to sleep, she decided that she had never been so glad to have gone to a county fair in her whole life.