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Everyone knows that Dr. Mel King and Dr. Frank Langdon come as a package deal. Like bonded pairs at the animal shelter. MelandLangdon. Do not separate.
It has been a little over a year since Dr. Frank Langdon has returned to work, and since then, the strange, almost psychic connection Mel had instantly felt with him has only grown stronger. They’d grown to form a sort of closeness that one rarely finds in adult friendships. It’s the type of borderline obsessive, co-dependent bond that only really forms in childhood, when it is more acceptable to bare your innermost thoughts and secrets without embarrassment or shame. It's the kind of friendship that would get them suspicious looks, if Frank were still married. An emotional bond that started in the stressful environment of a busy emergency room, but has since bled into all avenues of each other’s lives. Through late night venting sessions, school and Becca pickups, carpooling, Langdon’s transition into single parenthood, and even the occasional sleepover—with Langdon on the couch, of course—Mel and Langdon had become an unlikely pair of best friends.
So, naturally, it is Mel that Dana seeks out when Langdon has a particularly tough case.
Mel is charting, lost in the soothing rhythm of the click clack, click clack of the keyboard when Dana sidles up to her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. Mel looks up from the computer screen to meet the worried gaze of Dana, her brows furrowed and eyes heavy with emotion.
“Mel,” she whispers urgently, shooting a careful look around to make sure no one is in earshot. “You might wanna check on your other half. He looked pretty beat up after the MVC we just got,” she murmurs quietly in her thick accent.
Mel frowns in concern, immediately throwing a cursory glance around the ER to try to spot Langdon.
“I sent him to one of the on-call rooms,” Dana says, shaking her head. “You should’ve seen him, kid. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so bad, not even with the whole divorce,” Dana says, her low voice dripping with worry.
Mel’s concerned frown deepens. It’s not like Frank to get emotional during work. He likes to bottle it up until he can talk things through with Mel at the end of the shift, says it helps him compartmentalize better.
“What was the case?” Mel asks, wondering what could have rattled him so.
Dana’s face immediately drops as she brings a hand to rub at the back of her neck, wincing. “Overdose. Dad was high at the wheel, crashed into a tree going 50 an hour. Two kids in the backseat, no seatbelts. Kids didn’t pull through. Dad is braindead,” Dana answers solemnly, shooting Mel a pointed look.
Mel is up and out of her seat before Dana can even finish speaking, bustling towards the on-call rooms briskly, worriedly wringing her hands as she goes.
As she approaches, Mel knows immediately which room Langdon is in. It’s the only one with the door firmly shut. Quietly, she turns the knob and steps in. What she finds is Langdon hunched over on the shiny linoleum floor, his head buried in his knees, shoulders shaking. He doesn’t look up as she timidly approaches.
“Dr. Langdon,” she whispers quietly, moving to stand before him. Despite their closeness, Mel still struggles to call him Frank, except in the rare emotional moments where she knows he needs the familiarity and affection that comes with using his first name. But this is always off-shift, never at work. It feels somehow wrong to call him Frank at work, even when he so clearly needs it.
“Dana came to get me, said you had a really tough case?” she says questioningly, wanting to give him the room to expand, if he wanted to.
At the sound of her voice he finally looks up, and the sight of him just shatters her heart. His eyes are red-rimmed, his pale face splotchy and decorated with visible tear trails. She notices tiny pools of blood on the center of his bottom lip, like he’d been chewing on it incessantly. Mel bites her own bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth as she takes in the dejected expression plainly worn on his face.
“Talk to me, Langdon,” she whispers pleadingly, hovering over him slightly. She reaches down, running a comforting hand through his hair. He shivers in response, closing his eyes as she pets him. This easy affection between them is newer, something borne out of his divorce. In the earlier days of their closeness, when he began opening up about the abysmal state of his marriage, Mel had wondered briefly if the casual touches and embraces were a sign of something more, an indication that something between them had shifted into a new territory. But with months passed and the divorce finalized and nothing further occurring between them, Mel chalks the easy affection up as a part of Langdon’s character and quietly tucks away the tiny sparks of hope she feels each time his skin makes contact with hers.
He’s quiet for a moment before taking a shuddering breath, exhaling deeply. “Tough…tough case,” he whispers robotically. “Addict dad looking to score. Crashed into a tree, killed his kids. His kids were…they were young. Almost Tanner and Penny’s age,” he says in a detached voice, staring at the empty wall of the on-call room.
Mel swallows back the lump forming in her throat. She knows it’s ridiculous, but in this moment she can feel Langdon’s pain as if it were her own. Dana was right. Even she, as his best friend, there for some of his darkest moments, had never seen him like this, so painfully raw.
She’s quiet as Langdon reaches up to grab her hand, slotting his cheek into it before nuzzling against it, letting out a soft sigh.
“That’s not you. That would have never been you,” she says firmly after a beat, taking her time to search for the words she thinks will comfort him. “You’re clean. You’re a good dad. It’s not you,” she presses on.
Langdon shakes his hung head sadly. “It could have been me, Mel. We don’t know that,” he whispers, voice shaking with emotion as he moves to wrap his arms around her shins.
Mel huffs in frustration. She can’t think of how to break him out of this spiral of self-loathing and catastrophizing. Doesn’t know what to say or do to end this cycle of misplaced blame. But, if there’s anything she’s learned in her time as Frank Langdon’s best friend, it’s that sometimes it’s best to just ask. So that’s what she does.
“What can I do, hmm? How can I make this better for you,” she whispers desperately, letting out a gentle hum as she moves to stroke his hair once again.
Frank lets out a sarcastic, wet chuckle, his face pressed against her shins. She can feel the warmth of his breath seeping into her scrubs.
“You can show me your tits,” he says casually, his voice tired.
Mel freezes, her hand stopping mid-stroke as she registers what he just said. Instantly, her face flushes red.
“Um—did you ju—um, what?” she stammers out. I must be daydreaming again, she thinks to herself. There’s no fucking way he just said that…
Except Langdon tenses for a moment before abruptly letting go of her shins, violently scuttling back on his hands as he shoots her a look of abject horror.
“Oh my god, Mel,” he says, eyes wide with shock, hands outstretched in a placating gesture. “Holy shit. I’m so fucking sorry,” he rushes, looking like he’s five seconds away from vomiting. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud, holy shit,” he mutters, mouth and brows morphing into an expression of panic.
“Mel,” he continues frantically. “I’m so fucking sorry. I completely understand if you want to report me. I can’t believe I just fucking said that,” he stammers on, voice high with guilt and shame.
“Um,” Mel answers, mind buzzing as she licks her lips in contemplation. “Uh, would that help, do you think?” she says in a small, serious voice, ignoring his panicked tirade.
Her fists clench at her sides as Frank’s jaw drops, his mouth forming a small ‘O’.
“Mel,” he begins, slowly. “This isn’t like, something you have to do for me. Seriously. I didn’t even mean to say that aloud. I promise I’m alright,” he answers, swallowing harshly, running a rough hand through his tousled hair.
“Right,” Mel says with an anxious sniffle. “Right, but like, I don’t mind? Like, it’s not a big deal?” she says shakily, staring at the wall beside his head instead of into his piercing arctic blue eyes as she speaks.
Frank is quiet for a moment as he wonders if this is just another one of his perverted dreams starring Mel King. Covertly, he reaches up to pinch the skin of his forearm. Okay, nope, definitely awake, he thinks as he registers the answering bite of pain.
Then he falls silent as he contemplates what Mel is really offering. He thinks for a moment of how to respond, but when he opens his mouth to speak all that comes tumbling out is an awkward Uh.
“It doesn’t have to be like, a big deal” Mel offers quickly, shrugging in what she hopes comes off as casualness. “If it’s something that’ll help you feel better, I don’t mind,” she says earnestly, finally looking into his big blue eyes to reassure him that she’s telling the truth, she’s really okay with this.
“You…you’d do that for me?” he asks slowly, astonished.
“Sure. Anything to help” Mel says simply, like it’s truly no big deal. Like she’s offering to buy him lunch or something equally mundane, not at all like she’s offering to flash him her tits.
Frank is silent for a moment, staring up at her easy expression before he clenches his jaw and looks away, shaking his head. “No. Thanks, Mel, but I can’t take advantage of you like that,” he says, angry at himself for even putting her in this position in the first place.
Mel looks at him intently before sighing deeply, shaking her head as she says “Right, okay,” backing up towards the door.
Frank waits a beat, expecting her to say her goodbyes before stepping back onto the floor. Only Mel turns once again, her hand on the doorknob and her brows furrowed as she stares down at him. As she takes him in, this sad, helpless heap on the floor, she thinks back on all the moments and all the ways Frank has comforted her. From her first day, with his pep talks and reassurance that she’s a good doctor that’s needed, to the most recent event, where he wrapped his arms around her and gently rocked her back and forth while murmuring words of comfort into her hair on the anniversary of her mother’s death. Frank has always gone above and beyond to make her feel okay. And she wants to do the same.
So, suddenly, in a flurry of movements, Mel quietly whispers fuck it as she releases the doorknob to reach for the hem of her scrub top, pulling it over her head in one fell swoop, moving so quickly that Frank doesn’t have time to stop her. So quickly that she doesn’t have time to second guess the absurdity of her actions.
Then she’s standing there, the creamy, pale skin of her torso glistening under the fluorescent lights. Her breasts are pushed together by a hot pink sports bra. Frank’s mouth gapes open as he takes her in, blinking rapidly. She’s got a mole right above her waistline, on her right side. I want to lick it, he thinks to himself unbiddenly.
“Mel,” he chokes out in disbelief.
Mel quirks a brow at him before reaching around to her back. Frank blinks rapidly before turning his head to avoid looking at her. In the stillness of the on-call room, the sound of rustling and the small thud of what he assumes is her sports bra hitting the floor echo loudly as he firmly locks his gaze onto an empty spot on the wall, staring blankly so that he avoids staring at her.
“Mel,” he says weakly, almost pleadingly. “You shouldn’t—I shouldn’t—” he stammers, unsure of what he’s even trying to say.
The stifling weight of what’s happening between them creates another quiet moment between the two, another awkward lapse where both are unsure what to do next.
Mel hugs herself in discomfort, suddenly aware of her own nakedness and the pointed way Frank refuses to look at her.
The low tick of the hanging clock on the wall marks the passage of time in the stale, dimly lit on-call room. And as the tick, tick of the clock marks the pointed silence between them, Mel’s discomfort is replaced by the seedy growth of a swelling determination. For some abrupt, inexplicable reason, she absolutely needs Langdon to look at her. With her newfound determination comes a blind bravery that causes her to take a small step in Frank’s direction. The small pitter patter of her feet shuffling closer adds to the charged tension. She moves closer and closer, until she’s standing before Langdon once again, only this time she’s naked from the waist up. She tries not to think about how unprofessional this all is.
Reaching out, she places a timid hand on Langdon’s shoulder. He jerks underneath her touch, jaw clenching tightly as he continues to avoid looking at her.
“Frank,” she murmurs quietly. “It’s okay. Look at me, please. I want you to,” she whispers softly.
At the sound of her soft pleas, the last shred of resistance Frank was desperately clinging to breaks. His neck finally swings back to Mel, the force of his sudden movement almost giving him whiplash. And then he just looks, his eyes devouring the sight before him.
Mel had to bend over slightly so that she, standing above him, could reach his shoulder from where he sat against the wall. The result is that her gorgeous tits are hanging just inches from Langdon’s face, almost like she’s presenting herself on a platter for him. His mouth waters as he takes in the sight of her naked breasts. They’re round and perky and more than a handful, and he has to stop himself from palming his hardening cock as he stares at her puckered pink nipples.
“Mel,” he stammers, voice low with arousal. “How the fuck have you been hiding these under your scrubs? Jesus, should be illegal to cover up tits like these,” he says, mouth hanging open, fingers flexing with the urge to touch.
Mel immediately blushes in response, feeling both delighted and embarrassed at the same time. It’s an intoxicating mixture of emotions.
“Shut up,” she whispers shyly, reaching up to push her glasses up as her position makes them slip past the bridge of her nose. The sway of her tits as she moves makes Frank let out a desperate groan, hands clenching into fists as they bounce deliciously. “You’re just saying that,” she says abashedly.
“I am not just saying that,” he says firmly, eyes transfixed. He’s not sure he’s blinked since he started looking at her. “Seriously, honey, you look like you just stepped out of a Playboy centrefold. Thank you for showing me yourself like this,” he says gratefully. What he doesn’t say is how the sight of her tits dangling in front of him are better than the images he’d conjured up in all his late-night jerkoff sessions, where he’d slide a hand up and down his aching cock as he guiltily pictures his sweet best friend moaning beneath him.
Mel lets out a soft smile as he speaks before feeling a sudden twinge in her back from the awkward bent-over position she’d assumed. Seeking relief, she moves to sit on her knees before Frank. As she sits back on her haunches, she watches as Frank’s eyes flit momentarily back to her face before he once again glues his gaze back to her bare breasts. Mel licks her lips as she registers the hunger in Frank’s eyes, shivering at the intensity of his stare. She hadn’t really expected him to be so…affected. But as he sits before her, staring at her as if in a trance, the weight of his eyes on her causes a rush of wetness between her legs. She desperately wishes this moment would never end.
With Frank distracted, Mel takes the opportunity to shamelessly ogle him in return. Her eyes roam over the broad set of his shoulders down to the strong curve of his biceps and those forearm veins that drive her crazy. Her gaze is traveling to his meaty thighs when—oh. Oh. His scrubs are tented, the loose fabric stretched tightly, doing absolutely nothing to hide his massive erection. I can see the outline of his cock, Mel thinks dazedly, her pulse racing. Involuntarily, her thighs squeeze together, desperate for relief as she stares at her best friend’s hard cock.
Feeling guilty, Mel forces her eyes to travel back up to Langdon’s face. With a shock, she finds his beautiful blue eyes looking into hers.
“Um, sorry” Mel stammers out through a flood of embarrassment at being caught looking at his crotch. This is about Langdon, not you, she scolds herself internally, chiding herself for taking advantage of the moment.
Smirking softly, Langdon unclenches a fist and reaches up to tuck a few loose strands of Mel’s soft golden hair behind her ear. Mel shivers as the warmth of his large palm lingers needlessly at the base of her neck. His touch feels both deliberate and cautious, like he’s waiting for something as his gaze continues to bore into her hazel eyes. He looks both expectant and a little drunk, with his eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed red.
His touch at the base of her throat burns as Mel’s body sings for more more more. Unable to hold herself back, Mel lets out a quiet whimper as she squirms under Langdon’s touch.
“You can touch me if you want to,” she blurts out in a desperate rush, voice tinged with arousal. What she means is please, for the love of God, please please touch me.
“I am touching you, honey,” Frank says, raising his brows pointedly as he chuckles playfully.
Mel’s brows furrow as she lets out a quiet huff. “Not what I mean,” she says frustratedly, wondering where the Langdon who was too scared to look at her tits has gone.
“Yeah?” he rasps. “Show me what you mean, Melissa,” he commands in a dark voice, his thumb firmly rubbing circles into the skin at her throat.
Mel swallows sharply, suddenly feeling nervous. She raises her hand from where it sat limply in her lap, hesitating midair as she contemplates briefly what this might mean for their friendship growing forward. It feels like she’s about to cross a line into something irrevocable and reckless. But she’s needy and desperate and she can’t think about anything beyond how good it would feel for Langdon to pinch her hardened nipples so she reaches up and covers his hand with hers, dragging his large hand down slowly.
Langdon gulps, his throat bobbing as Mel pulls him lower and lower until suddenly his greedy palms are squeezing gently at her full breasts. “I meant touch me here,” Mel says willfully as she drops her own hands to hug herself across her lower abdomen. The movement causes her breasts to push closer together, the sight making Langdon throw his head back and groan deeply.
“Fuck, Mel,” he moans out, squeezing her experimentally, watching her expression carefully for any signs of discomfort. But she just pants softly, eyes squeezing shut as she thrusts herself into his hands.
“God, baby,” Frank blurts reverently, moving to thumb at her hard nipples. Mel moans loudly at the touch, her hands shooting up to grasp his forearm as he plays with her.
“Frank,” she whines desperately, blood singing as he tweaks her nipples, pinching slightly.
“Mmm, that feel good baby? You have goosebumps,” he whispers cockily, reveling in the way she’s shuddering and whining at his touch. Frank can’t tamper down the pride growing within him as he registers that it’s him that’s making Mel feel like this, so visibly and desperately turned on.
And God, does it feel good. Mel is soaked, her wet pussy gaping around nothing, desperate to be filled. She is beyond overwhelmed, can’t think about anything but how turned on she is. In her lust-filled haze, Mel drops her hands from Frank’s forearm, reaching out impulsively to wrap a hand around Frank’s clothed cock, gently rubbing the heel of her palm over his hardened length.
Frank jumps in surprise at her touch, his head banging against the wall as he cries out. “Fuck, Mel. W-what are you doing?” he stammers out, eyes wide in disbelief.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Mel answers sarcastically, brow arched questioningly as she suddenly scoots back and leans down to mouth at Langdon’s cock.
“Holy shit. Oh my god. Holy shit,” Langdon chants, trembling at the feeling of warm wetness that registers as Mel’s mouth envelopes his clothed cock.
“Mel,” he bites breathlessly through gritted teeth. “I can’t—I won’t stop if you keep doing that, do you understand? You have to stop. Unless you want me to tear off those scrub pants and fuck your senseless in this on-call room, I absolutely need you to stop, honey,” Frank says desparately, running his fingers raggedly through his hair.
Delighted at the prospect of being fucked by Langdon, Mel presses on, reaching up to crudely yank the hem of Frank’s scrub pants and boxers down, gasping softly as his hard cock bobs out. He’s fucking huge, she thinks to herself smugly before urgently wrapping her lips around the reddened head of his cock, softly lapping at the pre-cum emerging from his thick cock.
Langdon moans wantonly, shocked, his thighs clenching and hand shooting out to grasp the back of Mel’s head as she sucks into her tight little throat. He’s lost all inhibitions, a slave to pleasure as he begins whimpering out every depraved thought that comes to his mind.
“Fuck, baby, would’ve put this mouth to use forever ago if I knew how good you’d be at this,” he slurs as Mel moans around him, taking him to the back of her throat. “You’re a talented little cocksucker, aren’t you, Mel? Mmm, doing anything to make me feel good. You’re so sweet. Such a good girl,” he whispers, his hips snapping up to thrust his cock further into the wet tightness of her mouth. Mel moans brokenly around him, a gush of wetness sent to her pussy at the sound of Langdon calling her a good girl.
With a pop, she releases his cock from her mouth, rising abruptly to tie her hands to the back of Langdon’s neck. “Say it again, please” she whispers shyly, her fingers twisting into his hair as she looks at him with dilated pupils and swollen lips.
“Say what?” Langdon whispers, reaching up to caress her cheek. She looks so wild, her hair askew, strands falling carelessly out of her normally neat braid. Indulgently, he pushes his thumb against her red lips, groaning quietly when she opens her mouth to gently suck at it, her tongue swirling around him.
“You called me something,” Mel says shyly, moving to bury her head into Langdon’s neck. Oh, Langdon thinks as he feels the warmth of her softly panting against his neck. Then he thinks back on their friendship and the dynamic between them, remembers the way Mel seems so appreciative and sweet every time he takes care of her or offers to take something off her plate. He thinks he may know what she wants, what she’s too shy to say.
Slowly, hesitantly, he reaches for Mel’s scrub pants. He can’t believe he’s let her keep them on this long. “Up,” he whispers gruffly, tapping at her hips as he shoves her bottoms and panties down with a forceful yank. Mel obliges, sucking in a deep breath as she sits before him completely naked. Before she can ask him again, Langdon wraps an arm around her torso and lifts her gently as she lets out a surprised squeal. He deposits her in his lap, shifting so that his hard cock is pressed against her wet cunt as she straddles him.
Reaching up to grip her neck, Langdon pulls Mel to him to finally press a bruising kiss against her lips. He moans desperately as she returns his kiss with vigor, opening her mouth so that he can slide his tongue between her lips. He can feel his skin break out into goosebumps as he licks into her, sensually caressing his tongue against hers as he pulls back to gently suck her bottom lip between his teeth.
Mel wiggles against him as she pants in unexpected shock, swiveling her hips to feel his cock slide against her naked heat.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he whispers heatedly as she humps him with abandon. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, baby?” He whispers teasingly, reaching up to thumb at her nipples again. “Want daddy to tell you how much of a good girl you are?” he whispers fervently, moving to lave at her neck.
“Yes. Yes, daddy,” Mel mewls, her hips pausing their ministrations for a moment before roughly continuing to thrust against him. “Please, daddy, I don’t think I can stand it anymore. Please fuck me, daddy, I’m so wet,” she pleads, crying softly as she pulls his head from her neck and presses a frantic kiss to Langdon’s lips.
Jesus, this woman is a dream come true, Frank thinks to himself in disbelief. It’s startling to remember suddenly that this is his best friend and they’re at work and that when he’d left the house this morning he never in a million years would have thought he’d be here, reaching down to push his cock into her as she calls him daddy and begs for him to fuck her.
Still, here he is, jaw dropping in bliss as he enters her wet pussy. Slowly, he pistons himself into her, giving her time to adjust to his length.
“Taking daddy so well, baby. So proud of you,” he whispers into her ear, filling her completely with one final thrust. Mel lets out a broken little unff, reaching up to grip his biceps as her brain grows fuzzy with the pleasure of Langdon filling her.
Langdon waits patiently, stilling himself inside her as he waits for her to signal that she’s ready for him to continue. But, to his surprise, Mel takes charge of her own pleasure, suddenly riding him wildly, bucking against him as she shakily tangles a fist into his scrub top, now soaked with sweat. The slap sound of her ass bouncing against him forms a perfect harmony with the squelch of her soaked cunt squeezing around him, the sounds of their fucking sending shockwaves through Langdon’s nervous system. He’s never felt so desperate to cum in his life, pressing a hand against the ground to steady himself as he meets Mel’s thrusts with his own, transfixed as he watches her face screw up into arousal as her tits bounce and sway with the force of their movements.
It’s primitive and wild, the way they buck into each other, hips bruising with the force of their rough coupling. Langdon can feel the crescendo of his climax building. Honestly, he’s surprised he’s lasted this fucking long in the first place.
Frantically, he reaches between them, fingers determinedly moving between Mel’s legs until he finds her swollen clit. Rapidly, he rubs light circles into it, his heart beating out of his chest as he simultaneously wraps his lips around her nipple, suckling roughly. Mel moves quicker, her thighs falling open as she swings up and down, her moans growing louder and more drawn out.
“Cum for me, baby, please. Cum for daddy,” Langdon pleads against her chest, crying out as Mel digs her nails into his shoulders. Then she leans down, pressing a wet, open kiss against his mouth, sloppily making out with him as she whimpers and writhes. With a final, electric thrust, Langdon spills into her, groaning in satisfaction as her pussy clenches against him, her moans muffled by his mouth as she climaxes around him simultaneously.
Frank wraps his arms around Mel, pulling her into a hug, breathing deeply as they both come down from the euphoria of their respective orgasms. I just pumped Dr. Mel King full of my cum, he thinks with a flash of arrogance, biting his lip as he softens inside her.
He pats her back tenderly as his gaze lazily sweeps across the on-call room. He stares at the on-call bed with a flash of amusement, marveling at the way they neglected to take advantage of a perfectly good bed in their lust-driven madness. Then he looks up at the clock and realizes with a jolt that they’ve been in here for thirty minutes.
“Holy shit, Mel, we’re—we’re at work,” he says dumbly, his voice breaking the sweet silence between them. Mel tenses before pulling back to look at him in horror.
“Oh my god,” she whispers panickedly. “Is this—oh my god—how big of an HR violation is this, do you think?”
Frank can’t help the peal of laughter he lets out in response, reaching up fondly to cup her face in his hands. “Dunno,” he says, lightly tracing her bottom lip. “Depends, maybe. If they found out, which I doubt they will,” he whispers reassuringly, “if they find out, I think the optics might look a little better if we’re in a relationship. What do you say,” he says timidly, holding his breath as he waits for her response.
Mel frowns at him puzzledly for a moment, studying his bashful look, when she realizes what he’s asking. “Oh,” she says breathily, suddenly beaming. “Yes,” she says, nodding emphatically. “I’ll be your girlfriend, Frank,” she chirps happily, ecstatic beyond belief.
“Thank god,” he says, face crumpling in relief. “Would’ve been really awkward if this all really was just a ploy to make me feel better.”
“Um. It was, wasn’t it?” Mel says confusedly. “Not that I didn’t have feelings for you, or that I didn’t enjoy myself, but this did kinda start because you were upset?” Mel points out, voice high.
Frank chuckles, pulling her in for a tight hug. “Right, well. I don’t mean to be a complete pervert, but this may be the most effective form of emotional support I’ve ever received. Ten out of ten, really. Five stars. Even got a girlfriend out of it,” he says jokingly.
“Wait,” Mel says, pulling back to fix him with a faux-serious face. “Do you think this could count towards my patient review scores?” she asks, smiling in response as Langdon giggles at her joke.
“I think we should get back out there before Dana finds us and kills us,” he says, gently nudging her off him to gather the clothes they’d strewn about the room. Gently, he helps Mel redress. A feeling of warmth fills Mel’s chest as he lovingly pulls her clothes back on, patting her tangled hair into a semi-decent state.
When he’s done pulling his own clothes on, Mel can’t help but reach up on her tiptoes to press a kiss against his chiseled jaw. “Thank you, daddy,” she whispers in a sweet voice, dropping another kiss against his lips. Langdon groans at the moniker, tightening his grip around her waist.
“Anything to help, right baby?” he says teasingly, smiling goofily down at his gorgeous girlfriend, thinking about how lucky it is that she thinks he’s good enough to call her his.
Fin.