ceo of kingdon age gap

Day 22: Connection

Word count: 366/257

Rating: explicit (also, scumbag emotional infidelity frank langdon, you've been warned!!!)

@kingdonmicrofic day 21: lounge. 500/462. cw: squint and you'll miss it infidelity and daddy kink.

When Frank suggested inviting the babysitter for their family’s beach day, Abby was slightly hesitant.

Mel was a… nice girl, great with the kids, usually available if they need her in a pinch and even had first aid training if anything happened. As a babysitter she was fantastic, but the moment the kids were in bed, any sort of conversation between the two of them was forced and awkward, so Abby tried to pay her as quickly as possible so Mel could take her bus home.

Their relationship was strictly employer-employee, that’s all there was to it. Abby didn’t find any need to bring her along pointlessly on their trip to the beach but Frank insisted, reminding her of all she’d been through lately.

While her relationship was strictly one of an employer’s, Frank functioned on a different spectrum altogether. From the first moment, he and Mel had gotten along well, more than once had she found them talking on the porch long after Mel had said her goodbyes and Frank had arrived home from work. He’d realize what time it was and like a gentleman, drive Mel back home.

When he found out that Mel was on a pre-med track, he wanted to help her out in everything he could from sharing notes from when he was in school to tutoring her for exams.

It feels like a bit much, but Frank was always a bleeding heart and since they’d found out a few months back that Mel and her sister had been orphaned last year, he’d taken it upon himself to become a sort of father figure to her.

So that morning while the car ride to the beach had been awkward, Frank clearly wanting to go med-speak to Mel, Mel not knowing how to speak to her; it’d cleared up once Tanner was feeling a bit more awake, her son was a chatterbox that could dissuade any strange tension.

They’d chosen a perfect day for the beach, along with dozens of other families, and having Mel around meant her work was reduced to almost nothing. Mel put sunscreen on her squirming kids, went into the water with them which was something Abby never really liked to do, and easily switched to making sandcastles with Penny when she got tired while Tanner kept jumping the waves with Frank.

Abby sank into her lounge chair under their colorful umbrella watching her family, grateful to have a day where she could simply enjoy the beach and read her book.

She watches as Frank played with the kids and Mel, in deeper areas, taking advantage of the lessened weight in the water as to not upset his back as carries them. She watches as his arms surround Mel’s stomach to lift her above the waves, and sees rather than hears their laughter as he gathers all three of them in his arms spinning around.

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Mel is very cognizant of just how much space Frank takes up.

It’s impossible not to notice how his broad frame now shrinks in a trauma room. Before, he’d use his stature to his advantage and shoulder in, to make space when others wouldn’t allow for it, but these days he’s resorted to squeezing in and being less of an inconvenience.

The thing is, Mel’s certain he isn’t aware that she’s aware. That she tracks his body language and memorizes it, stuffing it into a little box in the back of her brain labeled Langdon-isms. It’s relatively full.

Mel has also observed what she deems the switch. As soon as Frank’s free from PTMC’s vice grip, he sheds the diminutive, almost meek facade, transforming into an entirely different person. It’s surely a sight to behold; how his eyes grow a little darker and the furrow between his brows deepens. 

@kingdonmicrofic - july 20 - wc: 500 - cw: infidelity and explicit-ish

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The trampoline was Abby’s idea.

Frank had been pissed—she'd bought it without consulting him, despite all the stories he'd told about kids ending up in the ER with trampoline injuries—but he hadn't been nearly as angry as he is now.

Because now Mel's lying on it, giggling, with his neighbor.

Abby introduced them at the party. The one that was supposed to reflect his one year of sobriety, but then quickly transformed into some fancy, overpriced event for her to flaunt her wealth to colleagues and family alike.

And neighbor, for some reason.

He’d been forced to watch as Leo made her laugh, and eventually the two were stargazing together in his fucking backyard.

“They’re so cute,” Abby says, leaning her head onto his shoulder.

“Our kids use that trampoline.”

Abby laughs. “Oh, please, they’re not gonna do anything risqué out there with everyone watching them.”

“Better not.”

“You’re always going on about how wonderful she is, and Leo’s been lonely for so long.” She swats him before she leaves the room.

But Mel’s never even been kissed, something she’d shared with him out in the ambulance bay during the first snowfall of the year. The cold had painted her cheeks and lips pink, and she’d just been gazing up at him, and he’d wondered ever since if she’d been indirectly asking him to fix the problem for her.

He should’ve cupped her jaw and kissed her properly, slipped his tongue between her lips to explore her mouth, and then over her neck, while she wrestled her fingers in his hair. He should’ve hitched one of her legs around his waist until he begged to be the first to take her home, and then he’d make love to her slowly and roll her beautiful, touch-starved body through her orgasm the way she deserves.

And now... now that could be stolen from him. At his fucking house.

He walks outside, interrupts them with some poorly executed excuse about Abby wanting everyone inside for a toast. To his credit, Leo doesn’t even look that disappointed when he heads inside.

But Mel stops just shy of the backyard’s screen door.

“I think he’s going to kiss me,” she tells him. “Any advice?”

She has the same look as that time in the ambulance bay. It sparks something inside of him, like a chance to redo the moment, and he pushes her towards the wall with his knee settling between her parted legs. Her gasp goes straight to his cock, and he presses against her more, swiping his thumb over her bottom lip.

“Let me be the first,” he says.

“We can’t,” she whimpers.

He scoffs. “Fine. If he fucks you, but he doesn’t make you come, call me?”

She blinks her big, innocent eyes up at him, and he’s almost apologetic for his crudeness until she nods.