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Mel likes when they’re desperate for each other. She thinks it’s hot that, sometimes, not a single word needs to be exchanged in order for their bodies to end up tangled and sweaty, lips touching skin, hands wandering everywhere at once, hips moving to the dance that leaves them both buzzing with desire. It happens more than it doesn’t and it has gotten worse as of lately, what with their increased mutual obsession, as Trinity pointed out last week while pretending to gag. To Mel, it’s like a dream has come true – the fact that someone finally met her right in the middle feels surreal, even after years together.
“You’re getting lost in your head and not in the way you should,” Frank says, a little breathless. His next thrust is deeper, wringing a moan out of her that is definitely way too loud for the quietness of the middle of the night. “Which means I must be doing something wrong.”
“Oh, shut up.” She smacks his bicep and slides her hand down his arm, savoring the shape of his muscles under her palm, feeling wetter and kind of insane. “I wasn’t really thinking. It just struck me once again how good we are together.”
“Yeah?”
Humming a confirmation, Mel clenches around his cock and he gasps, dropping his head to rest in her breast bone. As some sort of revenge, Frank bites on her nipple, licks on it immediately after and then groans something she can’t quite understand. She’s about to close her eyes and surrender to the whole feeling of him when she notices something pink standing out against his dark, messed-up strands.
“There’s confetti in your hair,” she says, laughing, so happy she could levitate. In a swift movement, the rectangular tiny piece of paper is out of its soft confines, solid evidence of their baby shower activities now trapped in between her fingers. “That thing Javadi bought really was powerful, huh.”
“Please don’t bring our friends up right now,” he dramatically grunts. He’s shifted to a slower pace, almost as if trying to control himself, which is ironic considering he just sounded like he was about to go limp.
“Sorry.” Wrapping her legs around him, she tilts her chin up and he kisses her weak. “Where were we?”
She gnawed on the end of a twizzler, one from the pack her and Mel were sharing in the break room as Langdon chugged his fourth cup of coffee.
“Any big plans this weekend?”
He set the mug down on the small counter, a bit too forcefully, the loud noise making Mel jump in her seat a little which he could see in his peripheral as he turned towards them.
“Well, after my shift I have to go straight to my hot date with the county courthouse and my soon-to-be-ex-wife, so,” he said, sucking his teeth.
They both stared back at him, Victoria with her signature wide-eyed shock and Mel with something softer, just as surprised but slightly more empathetic.
“I’m so sorry, Dr. Langdon,” she said, brow furrowing, “please let us know if there’s anything we can do.”
He laughed a bit, bitterly, leaning onto the counter.
“Please, it’s been a long time coming. Spare me any more therapy, feelings-y shit and throw me a party, or something,” he said.
He smiled, right at Mel, when he walked out the door, hoping it would keep her from worrying about him. It seemed to, considering he didn’t speak another word to her for the rest of the shift.
The court proceedings were painless. He and Abby had made the agreement on their own, barely fought over the cars and the house and the expensive espresso machine, and he was grateful he’d still get to see his kids, quite often actually. They stood awkwardly before the judge as he signed away the biggest chapter of their lives into the past. When he got in his car after, it felt like when he first got his license at sixteen, a whole world of new possibilities within reach.
He didn’t expect to see her there, sitting on the stoop of his new condo with her knees tucked into her chest, a gift bag set neatly on the ground next to her practical sneakers. His stomach fluttered as he approached the doorstep, Mel standing up to greet him with her perfect, crinkly-eyed smile and reaching into the bag. She pulled out a tube and twisted the top.
POP!
A scattering of confetti in rainbow colors shot out of her hands, twirly streamers falling like snow around them. He watched it, his face in awe as he tried to focus on her expression through the cloud.
“Happy divorce proceedings party?” she said, a sheepish smile on her face as she rocked back and forth on her toes.
He pulled her into a hug, hand playing with the end of her braid as his hand rubbed over her back.
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@kingdonmacrofic langdonmel, 798 words
light nsfw, infidelity, control freak mel :)
The first thing Frank hears is a loud POP.
He startles awake, scrambling around in his bed, confusion growing when he can’t find Mel.
But then he hears her, fumbling with something by the window.
“Oh, shoot,” she half whispers. He looks over and sees her holding a small tube right as he registers the confetti falling all around him, the pinks and purples and blues becoming bright and see-through in the early sunlight.
He groans as he pushes himself upright and blinks the sleep from his eyes. “Well, good morning to you, too,” he says with a smile. She’s still naked from the night before. Once Mel realized how much she liked skin to skin contact, she would start the night off in her pajamas—old, worn shirts of Frank’s and nothing else—but she’d always slip it off right before they went to sleep, curling into him. If he was wearing anything, she’d pout and pluck at his shirt or boxers until he slipped them off for her.
“Sorry,” she winces. So cute.
“What’s the occasion, sweetheart?”
“You’re telling your wife tonight,” Mel says, very matter of fact.
They haven’t discussed it before—it’s only been three months since he came back from his leave, only four since his last blow-out fight with Abby—but it had been ten months since he realized he was in love with Mel King, so he figures it's been long enough. And his girl has been so good, so patient with him, almost to the point where he thinks Mel liked being his mistress, his best kept and most loved secret, and didn’t mind dragging it out a few months. But she also was impatient when she wanted something, he learned, watching her that day he came back trying so desperately to get the information she wanted from her sister, and all the days after—they’d been inseparable since.
She’d wanted his location right away, liked being in constant contact, knowing where he was and what he was doing and who he was with. And Frank loved telling her. He ate the attention up willingly. Besides, he always knew he’d leave Abby once he met Mel. It’s just that he could only hide it for so long, before his love for her got too big to keep quiet.
And she was telling him that would be happening now.
Mel put the cannon down on the windowsill and bit her lip, smiling.
“When she comes home, first thing, you’re going to tell her. The kids are staying at her mom’s a few extra days, remember? I saw it on your calendar. She was coming home for some alone time with you.” Mel crawls back into bed and sits on his leg. “I want everyone to know we’re together now.”
Frank thinks about the looks they get over her shoulder, the ones she thankfully doesn’t see. Robby frowning at them tucked close outside on a cool, slow August evening. McKay’s face when his kids came to visit one time with Abby and they already knew Mel’s name—when Abby had frowned, he ran his hand through his hair, saying they ran into Mel with her sister one time at the mall. Something not entirely untrue. They had gone after Mel spent the night when Abby was on a trip with her friends, somewhere in Arizona, and they’d played with the kids the next day at the park and gone shopping together. They promised not to tell mommy, but couldn’t help but be excited to see Mel. Or the time Santos saw him tug on her braid, saw the way Mel flushed red and pushed her glasses up her nose, and turned away so dismissively it stung.
“Baby,” he moans, while she inches up his leg, dragging herself over him on her way to his dick, hard and waiting for her. “I don’t think they’ll be surprised.”
Mel smiles at that and he wants to kiss the mole under her eye so badly, so he does, pulling her the rest of the way. He kisses wetly, mouthing at her cheeks all the way to her lips, letting her whine into him.
Before they can go any further, she pulls away, pushing at him and tugging on his chest hair.
“So you’ll tell her?” she asks, eyebrows pinched and mouth tight.
“Of course,” he kisses her once, twice, “of course. Then we’ll celebrate. We can go get more of those cannons if you want. We have all day, she’s not home until eight. Then I’ll come to your place, okay?”
Mel pouts again but nods.
“I want to celebrate now,” she says firmly. She hovers over him, trying to get him inside.
Frank laughs, happy to do whatever she wants, and reaches to help her.
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tags: implied/referenced infidelity, abby langdon and frank langdon's failmarriage, pregnancy, microfic
melpreg summer x @kingdonmicrofic crossover
“You didn’t tell me your co-worker was pregnant. What’s her name again?”
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“You didn’t tell me your co-worker was pregnant. What’s her name again?”
Frank was unpacking a paper bag full of groceries. About a hundred individual pieces of fruit leather for the kids, who ate at least three a day each, a bevvy of produce, a pink slab of salmon. He stopped for a second, back to her, the fridge door hanging open like a gaping maw.
“... Which co-worker?”
“You know,” Abby was annoyed immediately. It should be obvious which co-worker. His co-worker. The one he never shut up about. Which was why she’d found it odd that he hadn’t brought it up, “braid and glasses.”
“Oh,” he laughed, breathless and uncomfortable, “yeah. Mel.”
“Why didn’t you say anything about it? Is she having a baby shower? Do I need to buy something?” She scribbled in the corner of her planner, which she had spread out on the counter, looking at the days and weeks ahead. Mel. Mel, Mel, Mel. Her husband never stopped talking about Mel, so why had it never come up that Mel was having a baby?
“Uh,” There was the crinkle of paper as he folded up the brown bag to toss into the recycling bin, “I don’t know. I haven’t asked. Guys don’t ask about that stuff.”
Abby wrinkled her nose. She didn’t like this answer. She didn’t like anything about this. It was giving her a very bad feeling, “Well, she looked pretty pregnant to me. So, you should ask.”
Frank ran his hand through his hair, something he did when he was anxious. Abby catalogued the movement in a file in her brain she called: Frank Fuck-Ups.
“Where did you run into Mel?” He grabbed an apple out of the fridge and took a bite with a noisy crunch.
“I saw her at the Dollar Tree. I think she was with her sister, or something,”
“Becca.” Frank supplied, taking another greedy bite.
“Whatever. They were buying those little confetti canons. It was kind of weird, Frank,”
“What’s weird about buying confetti canons?”
Abby bristled, breathing out sharply through her nose, “It wasn’t weird that they were buying them. It was weird that the kids seemed like they knew both of them. When would they have met her?”
“Oh, y’know,” Frank wiped his mouth messily, looking anywhere but at Abby, “Mel’s good with kids. I think they met at the PTMC potluck last summer, or something.”
“I didn’t think she was married. Is she seeing someone? Is this an immaculate conception?”
“Abby,” Frank said, scolding her, “c’mon.”
“What?” Abby hissed, “It’s a normal thing to wonder! It’s not like she’s here in our kitchen!”
“It’s rude. It’s not our business.”
Abby’s cheeks burned, “Fine.”
If that was how he was going to be, she’d drop it. Surely Dana would be happy to grab coffee with her and fill her in.
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