went to the doctor and she said i was fine

Frank is everywhere. His lips consume yours, large hands spanning your waist, the curve of your ass. The air is thick between you, your fingers lightly scraping against his stubble. It's prickly against your mouth. It's not enough to be rough, but a sweet sting instead. It moves to your cheeks, your neck, your collarbone. He's insatiable, dragging his swollen lips over every inch of skin he can find.

His hand slips your cap sleeve down your shoulder, sinking his teeth in a light bite. You squeal, your hips hopping off his lap for a moment. He catches you, large hands holding you in place above him.

His long, dexterous fingers press into the plush of your skin, the pressure making you dizzy Your brows knit together, a small whine escaping your lips. You inch your face closer, trying desperately to capture his lips in yours once again.

He surprises you, ducking his head out of the way. Your jaw drops, huffing out a bratty exhale. He mocks you, his own jaw falling open, a small chuckle escaping. Your lips form into a petulant pout, which he kisses off.

He pulls back again, the intensity in his gaze completely swallowing the giggly butterflies of before. You have no choice but to stare back, jaw going slack at the sight of him- darkened blue eyes, mussed hair, kiss swollen lips.

You wiggle a little, trying your hardest to plop back down onto him. His grip tightens on your waist, and you whimper. He tuts in response, pinching the skin of your hip.

"Hey," he whispers, flipping a loose strand of hair out of his eye, "I wanna try something. Can we?"

"What-what is it?" You breathe, blood pumping, nerves swirling in your belly.

"Wanna taste you, 's that okay?" He asks, licking his lips at the thought.

You freeze, face going hot, body going rigid. He feels you, and it clicks immediately.

"What is it? You okay?" He asks, a shiver unzipping your spine.

"I just- I don't want to disappoint you…" you start, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

His brow furrows, and your finger pads the soft crease between them. "Disappoint me?" He breathes, incredulous. "How could you disappoint me?"

Your heart sinks, embarrassment creeping up your neck like a spider. Your gaze drops, focusing on your lap, still hovering above Frank's.

"I just-I don't really like it, is all," you admit, fiddling with your fingers.

"Like what?" He asks, cocking his head like a dog. "Wouldn't like it if I used my mouth on you? 'S that what you're saying to me?"

Your eyes fall closed, your lashes kissing the tops of your cheeks. A shiver runs down your spine, your face burning at the shame creeping up. You plop your face in your hands, a groan softly leaving your lips. You nod your head, confirming his suspicion.

"Hmm," he ponders, mouth twisted in that cute little way, "that's okay, honey. You never have to do anything you don't want to do. I just feel like there's more you're not telling me."

You grimace, because of course he noticed.

"I just-" you start, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. "Nobody's ever made me finish from it, is all. It's turned off almost every guy I've dated."

Tears burn the backs of your lids, eyes darting anywhere but Frank, whose grip on your waist tightens just slightly. Your heart leaps, despite the needy ache pounding through it.

You work up the courage to look up at him, his icy blue eyes squinted in concern. You bury your face in your hands, embarrassment burning through you.

"It's so embarrassing, I know. I get it if you don't want to, it's like there's something wrong with me-"

You're cut off by a quiet, sweet, 'shh,' his long fingers wrapping gently around your wrists. He pulls them down, softly smiling at the sight of you.

"You think there's something wrong with you?" He asks, tone soft yet neutral.

You nod, your chin dropping to your chest. He crooks a finger underneath it, pulling you back up to him once again.

"Stop hiding from me," he commands. "I want to see you."

Your stomach coils at his words, that need from before throbbing between your legs. You involuntarily roll your hips against his, his eyes falling shut at the contact.

He grips your waist with his hands, stopping your movements, a hiss escaping his lips at the loss of friction. You wiggle a bit in his hold. He just grips you tighter.

"Hey," he says firmly. "You're not getting out of this conversation, I know you want to."

Your face heats at his accusation, how he can read you so easily.

"I'm sorry," you mutter. "I just don't want it to change your mind, about this. About me."

Things with Langdon are still new, his first relationship post-divorce, your first since your asshole boyfriend dumped you last Valentine's Day. He's someone who's approval you'd sought since your first day in the ER, even after he came back after a long, ten months.

To be on his lap now, with him looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon, it's almost too much to handle. You're not sure what you did to deserve his care and attention.

"I'd never do that," he mutters, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

You melt into it, eyes squeezing shut, trying to drown out all the insecurities plaguing your mind.

"If you really don't want it, tell me, and I'll back off," he begins, eyes boring into you with the utmost seriousness. "But I want to taste you. I don't want to be deprived of that because some assholes before me didn't care enough to make you feel good."

His words light your skin on fire, goosebumps rising in their wake. You nod, eyes wide and pleading. He shakes his head at this.

"Nuh-uh," he taps your inner thigh, a sweet, mean scolding. "I need to hear it. What do you want?"

"I want you," you murmur, it's small and shy and utterly wrecked.

"You want me to what?" He prompts, and you grip his shoulders.

"You're so unfair," you whine, and it's a bit petulant. It earns a harder slap on your sensitive skin. You lurch into him, squeaking at the contact.

"Tell me," he commands, and you break.

"I want your mouth on me. I want you to make me come, please," you whisper that last part, desperation taking over the last of your resolve.

"See, that wasn't so hard, hm?" He asks, and you roll your eyes.

He adjusts your bodies so you're now resting on the couch, sinking to his knees between you. He looks up at you, his blue eyes round and wide, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

You clench around nothing at the sight, butterflies swirling in your tummy at his beauty. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip suppressing a whimper as his hands lift up your hips, sliding your sleep shorts down your legs.

"God," he whispers in awe, eyes almost doe-like. You've never seen him so wrecked, especially before your panties have even come off. "You're so beautiful."

He presses a chaste kiss to the damp spot on your light blue panties, a strangled whine wrestling from your throat. You feel him exhale against your core, a shiver unzipping your spine.

"Y'got this wet just from kissing me?" He asks, eyes sparkling as he slides his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs.

"Yeah," you moan out, resting your face in the palm of your hand. "Want you so bad."

"Fuck," he groans, whether at your words, or the bare sight of you, you're not sure. "You're so fucking gorgeous. Can't believe no one's taken the time to treat you properly."

"Please," you whine, head falling back onto the couch. "Please be the one, I want you to treat me right, please."

He nods frantically, his cow-licked strand of hair falling in front of his brow. He rolls his lips together, licking them with his tongue to prepare himself for you.

"Since you asked so nicely…" he mutters under his breath, inching closer and closer to you.

The sight of him is almost holy- on his knees, ready to worship. His devotion boosts your ego, confidence mixed with a burning desire making you arch your back, inching closer to him. You slink your legs over his shoulders, scooting your center closer to his face.

He inhales roughly, groaning as he takes in your scent. You clench again, and he licks a wide strip up your pussy. Your head falls back, a quiet moan escaping your lips.

"Oh, God, Langdon!" You whine, sinking your fingers into his hair.

He presses one, two, three kisses against your clit, taking it in between his lips and sucking with a force that has you keening.

Butterflies swarm in your belly at his movements, his sweet suckles, his harsh licks and soft kisses turn you into mush. Your head swims with the pleasure, your heart beating erratically in your ears.

"Feel good?" He mutters against your core, and the vibrations have you pushing yourself further into him.

He chuckles sardonically, hands coming up to push your legs further apart, sucking in your clit and letting it go with a pop.

"I'm making you feel good?" He looks up at you again for confirmation.

His thumb circles your clit while he waits for a response, and you nearly faint at the sight of him. His hair is mussed, eyes are dark, and the slick of you shines on his lips and chin. You feel the coil in your belly tightening, a burning sensation begging to snap.

"Yes, Frank," you blubber out, "God it's so good," you thrash, thrusting your hips up to get his mouth back on you. He obeys, squeezing his eyes shut as he takes you in again. "Never been this good before."

This seems to get to him, as you feel a certain rocking sensation beneath your thighs. You peer down to find him rubbing himself against the couch, brows furrowed in his unmistakable look of pleasure. You keep talking to him.

"You're going to make me cum," you whine. "Going to be the first one to ever make me cum with their mouth."

He whines against you at the reminder, picking up his own pace as you both near the brink.

"You like that, huh?" You ask, sinking your hands in his hair and tugging. "You like being the only one who's been able to find my clit?"

You hold back a chuckle at the absurdity of your words, but it only revs him up more. He lets a whine loose against you, slotting his entire mouth against you, trying to take in as much of you as possible.

You wind up tighter as he inserts a finger, moving in perfect time with his soft kitten licks and kisses.

"Oh, fuck yes. That's it, don't stop doing that," you instruct, rocking your hips against his face.

"Fuck yes," he moans out against you. "That's it, sweet girl, get yourself there. Wanna taste you so fucking bad, you're so fucking sweet, wish I could live down here," his words fly out of his mouth at record speed, in between kisses and licks and sucks that have your head spinning.

"Wish I could quit my job," kiss, "spend my entire life down here eating your pussy," lick, "you have no idea what you do to me," suck, "those assholes have no idea what they're missing," he finishes, adding in another finger.

He moves them vigorously, right against your sweetest spot, takes your clit in his mouth once again. You finally snap.

Your orgasm rushes through you in waves, white hot pleasure burning through you with the intensity of a tsunami. He moans against you, and you can tell through your hazy pleasure that he's reached his brink too.

You tug his hair again, a soft pull that has him shaking against you, his body jerking with his own release.

"Frank," you moan, and he moans against you at the sound of his name. "So good, so fucking good. Can't believe it took me so long to find you."

He presses chaste kisses against your center, your thighs, down to your knees. He presses his sweet kisses back up your body, this time to your tummy, your chest, your neck, your cheeks, eventually finding his way back to your mouth.

He's tangy with the taste of you, tongues sliding together with a now relaxed passion, the languid warmth of your release taking over both your limbs. You guys slink together like pretzels, his legs tangling in with yours, his arms looping around your body, pulling you as close to him as possible.

"Worth the wait?" He breathes out, lips against your temple.