still no reason to take it out on me

cw emotional infidelity | also here

Frank stood in the middle of the Giant Eagle produce section, staring at the apples on display. McIntosh, pink lady, honeycrisp, red delicious. All the gala apples were gone except one, overripe and bruising.

Mel had eaten a gala apple in the breakroom at work today, and yesterday, and the day before that. Last week was Cortland; two weeks ago was granny smith. Frank had asked her a while back what her favorite kind of apple was. She’d looked down at the table and said, “I just buy whatever’s on sale.”

Tanner’s favorite kind of apple was fuji. Whenever Frank cut one up for him, peanut butter on the side, Tanner would take the little plastic plate and smile before saying, “Thanks, Daddy, I love you!”

Frank wondered how old Mel was the last time someone cut up an apple for her.

The apple today had made her mouth sticky and damp, and Frank hadn’t been able to look away. He thought about hand-feeding her apple slices, whichever ones she wanted regardless of what was on sale, watching her chew them bite by bite until her eyes went glassy and the tension went out of her shoulders. He wanted to—

“Frank?”

He looked up and blinked. Abby was standing next to the bananas. She looked tired.

“Sorry,” he said.

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Dr. King,

I hope this message finds you well.

As we finalize arrangements for next month's gala, the admin team has been reviewing how best to present PTMC to our donors, community partners, and other stakeholders.

After careful consideration, we have decided that it would be in everyone's best interests for you not to attend this year's event.

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@kingdonmicrofic - july 3 - wc: 284 - cw: emotional infidelity & horniness

Frank is going to absolutely fucking lose his mind if the strap on Mel's dress slips any farther off her shoulder.

He cannot be the only one who notices. He doesn't want to be the only one who notices, because if he is, there is a terrifying amount of responsibility here, like he's watching a baseball hurdling towards him at 103 miles per hour in the bottom of the ninth inning, and if he doesn't at least attempt to swing that bat, a.k.a tug the strap back up, he won't just lose the game--he and everyone around them at this goddamned gala are going to see Dr. Mel King's breasts.

He knows she can't be wearing a bra in a dress with such a low, open back, and maybe not even underwear with how tightly the silk clings to her ass.

Jesus Christ, if she is truly naked under that thing...

She catches his eye, and Frank wonders if she also catches the lick of his lips.

When she turns to him, the flimsy piece of fabric inches further down. He swallows his fear and anxiety (...hunger) and pushes the strap back over the smattering of freckles on her shoulder.

Mel freezes, but her skin is warm and rosy under his touch.

"Frank!" His hand retracts just as Abby pops up next to him. "I told you to wait for me at the bar."

Mel does an odd, almost curtsy-like thing before she shifts away and out of the ballroom. Frank's eyes drag along the curve of her back, and then he's following.