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Mel takes a shaky breath and stretches her legs out, making it obvious she is awake. When his hand doesn’t move, her stomach does a swooping thing. The bed creaks as she turns to face him, the sound startling both of them. 

“M’sorry,” she sniffles, her face burning. The room is so dark that she can only make out Langdon’s silhouette, broad-shouldered, perched on the side of the bed. “What time is it?” 

“Midnight. We’ve got an MVC that’s 10-minutes out. Just came in to grab ya.” 

“Right. Thank you.” She’s half sitting up now, but cannot move from the bed, as Langdon is blocking her completely.

“Did you get some rest?” 

“A little.” 

“That’s good.” 

The conversation dies very quickly. He’s so close to her that she can feel his breath on her face as he exhales. Mel blinks rapidly in the dark, waiting for him to move, trying not to let her heart soar when he doesn’t.

“Tell me–” his voice cuts through the white noise in the room. “Tell me to go, Mel.” 

All she can manage is a brisk shake of her head, and she cannot even feel guilty about moving in to kiss him, because he is closing the space between them simultaneously. They’ve always been on the same page, since that first day. 

In the dark, it is difficult to perfectly align their mouths at first, but Langdon is quickly adjusting her and deepening the kiss, breath hitching when she opens for him easily. Immediately, Mel is pliable beneath him, panting into his mouth and spreading her legs so he can clamber in between them on the bed. The heat of his tongue sends a shudder down her body, head to toe. 

“I like you so fuckin’ much,” he mumbles against her. “It makes me feel crazy.” 

She wants to ask him what they are going to do now. She wants to scamper out of his arms and back into the ED, to safety. She wants to beg him to take her clothes off and fuck her right here in the on-call room. 

Instead, Mel gives him a final messy kiss and pushes him off. There is one question that matters right now – the rest will have to wait.