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Later that morning, you woke up alone. You wondered where Frank went, maybe to shower? You moaned softly, the sleepiness still lingering in your body. Once you came to reality, you could hear your shower running.

“Jesus Christ what did I do…?” You mumbled to yourself, taking a sip of the water on your bedside table. You don’t remember it being there, maybe Frank put it there? You yawned, stretching your arms. You then heard the shower turn off, and the rustling of fabric. Frank then emerged from the bathroom with his scrub bottoms on, and a towel on his neck. Jesus, did he want you to be turned on.

“Good morning sunshine, the Earth says hello.” He tied the strings of his scrub bottoms.

“Ah, don’t tie ‘em.”

“What-why?”

“Frank, for the love of god you can’t walk out looking like that and expect me to not react.” You walked over to him, and sunk to your knees.

“Oh-jesus…as much as I-shit…appreciate the gesture…you gotta clean up and eat before work.” He spoke, but his actions didn’t even try to stop you, in fact, he pulled you onto him.

“Shhh. Plus, I owe you.”

“Baby, you don’t owe me-oh fuck…shit, ah-your mouth…” He groaned, holding your hair back and tying it up with a hair tie he had on his wrist from last night’s endeavors. Before he could finish talking, you were already half down on his cock. He was already half hard, but the way you took him made him grow harder in your mouth. He pushed your head down, watching as you choked and sputtered on his cock.

“That's it, beautiful, just like that.” He praised, before letting your head go before you threw up or something. You continued to suck his cock, your hand stroking what you couldn’t easily take.

“Jesus, keep that up and I won’t last…” He groaned.

“That’s the goal, we gotta be quick.” You got off his cock to respond, before going right back.

“Fuck, you’re so needy. Keep that up and you’ll get what you want.”

And the rest went as expected, he came, you showered and got ready for the day. You didn’t typically wear makeup to work, just put your hair up in a claw clip, threw on your cleanest pair of scrubs and went off. Frank waited for you in the living room, and then the two of you went off to work, stopping for bagels on the way.

Now, a week has passed since your wine tipsy hookup, and the dynamic got weird. Not weird in a bad way, but just weird. He looks at you like he’s seen you naked, and he has, which is the harder part.

But the two of you don’t talk about that night, no matter how bad you both wanted a repeat. It was too complicated for two coworkers to have relations like that. It was a walking HR violation, you knew it and he knew it. But that didn’t stop him from manhandling you and having his hands on you 24/7. Nobody spoke out on it because Robby does it to Whitaker, but you’re pretty sure the nursing staff is gossiping and making bets. You didn’t speak Tagalog, but you heard both your and Frank’s names in the same sentence. You also saw Mateo, Donnie and a bunch of the nursing and hospital staff in a corner taking money from one another. But before you could take a look and ask, Dana was yelling.

“Code STEMI eta 5 minutes!”

“What’s available?” You got your stethoscope and put it around your neck, and snapped on some gloves.

“North 12.” She responded.

“Got it!” You ran to where the ambulance was coming in. “What do we got?” You asked the EMT

“65 year old male presented with acute chest pain with radiation to the arm, EKG taken en route about 3 minutes ago, no allergies, no daily medications, chewed up some aspirin in the field 325 mgs.” The EMT handed you the EKG.

“Yep, ST elevations. On my count, 1,2,3!” The group transferred the man onto the bed.

“Hi Sir, what’s your name?”

“James.” The man spoke, his voice sounding out of breath.

“Alright, Hi James, how long have you had this chest pain?”

“Probably 5 minutes before I called 911.”

“So 15 minutes, okay. I’m gonna spray this under your tongue to help you out, then we’re gonna get you worked up and ready for cardiology, okay?” You sprayed the nitroglycerin under his tongue, then gave your orders to Princess. “I need a CBC, CMP, Troponin, Lipids, and let’s get a blood glucose.”

Princess nodded, getting everything ready. She came back with a tray of vials and the glucometer. “Small prick.” She warned before using the lancet, and took his blood sugar. “113 doctor.” She read.

“Good, alright let’s get the labs then get him up to cardiology ASAP. Under 51 minutes y’all!” Princess was already off to send the vials. Once your work was done, you went to do your favorite thing (not really): charting! You sat down at the computer, opening your portal.

“That was smooth sailing. Didn’t even need my help.”

“I’m a big girl Frank, I can handle a STEMI.” You responded, and he came closer, his hands on your shoulders. “And you got him up to cardiology in under 40 minutes, good girl.” He then removed his hands and walked off. God, he was so obvious. But you didn’t even care, he was hot, especially when he whispered good girl in your ear? Jesus, you’re surprised that you didn’t just kiss him there.

“What’d he say?” Dana looked right at you.

“What do you mean?”

“Sweetheart you look like a tomato.” She commented.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Mhm hm. Sure.” She rolls her eyes. “New case for ya, lethargic, 11 month old, South 15. Bring Mel with ya.”

“On it, Dr King!” You called after Mel, and she quickly turned to face you.

“Yeah?”

“We got a kid in South 15.”

“Oh! Okay.” She grabbed her stethoscope and followed you in.

“Hi, I’m Doctor L/N, and this is my coworker Doctor King, and we’ll be taking care of your daughter.”

“Hi, I’m Janice, my husband is on his way, and this is Luna.” She held her baby in her arms, she was quiet, which wasn’t typical for babies of this age. She held the baby out for you to hold.

“Aww, hi Luna.” You held the baby carefully, placing her on the scale.

“18 pounds 7 ounces.” Mel read off the scale.

“Okay, and let’s get a rectal temp.” Princess got her gloves on and did the temperature.

“102.3 Doctor.” She read.

“Thanks. Okay, so your daughter does have a fever, has she been feeding okay?”

“She hasn’t been eating as much. And uh, she’s only wet 3 diapers in 48 hours, and that’s when I called the pediatrician and he said take her here.” She spoke, clearly scared fo her daughter. She was still so little.

“Well it’s good you did, Dr King, any other questions while I do my exam?”

“Was she born premature?” Mel asked, pulling her notepad out

“Yeah, 35 weeks.”

“Any conditions or diseases?” She was writing everything down.

“She had jaundice but it got resolved.”

“Okay, and any problems during the pregnancy?”

“No, not really.”

“And lastly, did you deliver her vaginally or via C-Section?”

“C-Section.”

“Okay, anything else we should know?” Mel finally looked up at the woman.

“Lung sounds clear bilaterally, she is a bit tachy, likely from the dehydration. Abdomen is soft, a bit of guarding by the urinary bladder.” You spoke to Mel, and she nodded.

“No, what are you going to do for her?”

“Well she’s clearly dehydrated if she’s not wetting 4-6 diapers a day, so we’ll give fluids, get some blood work to check electrolytes and other things, we’ll get a heel prick to check her blood sugar. Also, I want to insert a catheter to see if there’s any urine retention that could cause a uti, and then test that urine. One of our nurses will be in to get it all started, okay? Hang tight.” You then removed your gloves, and went off to put some orders in.

“You’re in my seat.” You stood by your station, where Langdon was using your computer to do god knows what.

“Give me one sec, I’m just finishing putting in an order for a patient, and it’ll be all yours.” He didn’t even look up until he was done, to which he did a grand gesture. “Your highness, your computer.”

“At ease.” You walked past him, just noticing he did his hair differently today. You didn’t like it all combed back like that. “Now, go get to your patients.” You sat down

“Yes ma’am.” He did a mini salute before walking into a patient room.

“He’s such a dork.” You sighed, smiling to yourself. You didn’t realize how long you were charting for until Mel came by.

“Hey, labs on baby Luna.”

“Ooh let’s see, yep just what I thought. Low Bicarb, and she has a uti from urine retention. She needs to be admitted or at least observed if we can’t get a bed upstairs.”

“Let’s go talk to mom? Get consent for antibiotics and tell her next steps.” Mel suggested.

“Yep, let’s go.” You stood up, logging out of your computer. You knocked on the door before entering, pushing the curtain back.

“Hi mom, we got the labs back on Luna.” Mel spoke first. “So, she is pretty dehydrated and we do want to keep giving her fluids and hopefully we can get her to feed.”

“But the bigger concern here is that she does have a UTI, likely from holding in her urine. With that, we typically keep children under 2 in the hospital for a few days because UTIs can get really serious in infants because their immune system isn’t fully developed. For the UTI, we’re going to start with some Cephalexin also known as Keflex to cover our bases, and we can change if needed.” You explained the further steps.

“Okay. Will you give it through her IV? She can’t take pills.”

“Yes of course, we don’t prescribe pills in children this young anyways.” Mel responded.

“Does that plan sound good with you, mom?” You asked.

“Yeah, thank you guys.”

“Of course, we’ll get those meds in. Oh, and if you want to try a bottle, let a nurse know and we can try to see if she feeds orally.” You then closed the curtain, turning back to Mel.

“Well, I'm gonna get the order in, then I’m gonna take a quick break in the lounge, cover for me?” You asked.

“Yeah, of course!” Mel nodded.

“Thank you so much Mel.” You thanked her, quickly ordering the meds on your work phone while walking into the break room. And guess who was there.

“Frank, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Can’t a guy get some coffee?” He asked, leaning on the counter while waiting for the machine.

“I guess.” You shrugged, boiling some hot water on the kettle.

“Are you making tea?” He asked, even though you were literally holding a tea bag.

“No, I just felt like eating the leaves.” You scoffed.

“I wouldn’t recommend it.” He played along. “Probably won’t taste the best.”

“No shit.” You chuckled, a stupid smile on your face, which only inflates his ego.

“Guess I haven’t lost all my charm.”

“You haven’t lost any of it, don’t you worry.” You dunked your tea bag into the cup of warm water, while maintaining that firm eye contact that gave your stomach butterflies. The two of you were out of eyesight, hidden behind a wall. So many opportunities.

“Glad you don’t think lowly of me.”

“Why would I?” You asked, genuinely confused by this notion.

“It’s just…we haven’t talked since…yknow. And I thought you were mad at me or something.” He sighed, putting his coffee cup down.

“Why would I be mad at you, Frank?”

“I don’t even know…it just feels different than before.”

“Well that’s probably because we’ve seen each other naked, genius.” You joked, and he laughed.

“Well, yeah no shit, but besides that.”

“I’m not mad at you, like at all. In fact, you did everything right that night. I just…i’m being careful. I don’t need HR coming after us, especially you. You’re already on thin ice because of your past addiction.”

“I understand, but it feels like you’re avoiding me. And I don’t want you to, because I like working with you. You and I work together really well in traumas and high stakes. I don’t want one night to ruin that.”

“I don’t either.”

“Okay, so from now on our relationship is a strictly medical, professional one and-”

And you kissed him. You pulled him in for a kiss, and for a moment he let it happen, before pulling away.

“I-No!”

“Wha-”

“Not with the door open!” He went and closed the break room door, before picking you up and placing you on top of the counter and kissing you again. This time it lasted, it held all your feelings that you had been holding back, all the energy you collected from the touches he’s given you, all of the unanswered tension that lurked when you two were a foot from each other, it was all relieved. The weight was taken off your shoulders as he tongue slipped into your mouth, a soft hum escaped your lips. Before things could get anymore heated, the PA came on.

“Code Blue, South 10.”

“Fuck that’s one of my patients.” You hopped off, grabbing your stethoscope and bolted out of the break room, Langdon following close behind.

“What happened?” You ran into the room, where Jesse was doing compressions.

“VFib.”

“Okay, paddles. Charge to 150.” Princess did as you asked, charging the paddles.

“Okay hold compressions, clear!” And then you delivered the shock. “Still in VFib, resume compressions. Charge to 200. Jesse, you good?”

“Yeah, I've only been on his chest for about a minute. Came up on the monitor and bolted over.”

“Okay, good, we still got time to bring him back. Hold compressions.” Jesse got off the man’s chest, and you placed the paddles. “Clear!” And the shock went.

“Sinus rhythm.” Princess read off the monitor.

“Good. Alright, let’s get a full workup on this guy, he came in for back pain after bending weird. I want an EKG, echo, troponin, CBC, BMP, electrolytes, and consult cardiology.”

“Good work.” Langdon praised, and you nodded.

“Thanks, Jesus, that guy came in saying his back randomly tweaked after he was fixing something in the house. Completely missed it.” You sighed, upset with yourself with that miss. You were usually so good with that, but you didn’t even consider it to be a cardiac issue.

“Hey, you did everything right. Nobody would’ve thought based on the history that it was an MI. You’re okay, we got him back. Breathe.” He reassured you, rubbing your hip.

“Yeah. He’s not dead.” You sighed. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, you’re okay.”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.” He gave you a subtle kiss on the cheek, which made you smile.

“Wait, Frank? Do you wanna grab lunch? Assuming we have time.” You checked the clock, it was only one.

“I doubt we will, but yeah, if we do that would be great. If not…dinner after our shift?”

“Absolutely.”

“Sweet, I’ll find you.” He turned back and into a patient room, and you had to get back to charting.

But you found yourself watching him, your eyes would wander from the screen in front of you to the hot doctor that has made you cum four times in one night. Which no guy you’ve ever been with has compared to Frank Langdon. But you couldn’t, as much as you wanted to. Not at least publicly. Kissing in the break room was risky enough, you couldn’t do that again because if you got caught, HR would be on you two forever. Especially since Langdon is already on thin ice with Robby.

You had to approach this rationally, it was clear you both wanted each other, but were concerned about the repercussions of it. But he really did make you feel cared for, he was tender when you got hurt, always makes sure you’re comfortable, he’s considerate in bed too, and always cleans up and takes care of you. As much as you’d like to deny it, he has treated you better than any other man in your life. Wanting a guy like that is natural, though. When you’ve always been dealt the bare minimum and worse, it’s natural to see the bare minimum as the most.

Frank was there through it all, through all your highs and lows. When your abusive ex beat you until you were bruised and bleeding, he was the one who took you to the ER, just to treat you himself because he knew you didn’t want to be touched by other men. He was there when your ex stalked you, and he helped you get a restraining order. He was there when you had a miscarriage from your ex’s abuse. It was always him. Even when he was married, he still wanted to make sure you were okay. He claimed it’s because you were his best friend, and that’s what they do, but reality is, he’s wanted you. Deep down, he always has, but he buried it once he met Abby.

Now you want to be there for him through his recovery, through the hard nights, through the therapy. You wanted to be there because Abby rejected the promise she made when she decided to marry him. She wasn’t there at his worst, he didn’t feel like he could tell anyone, and making him feel like he couldn’t tell you made you feel awful. Truthfully, if he did, you’d legally have to report it, which would’ve gotten him fired and his license revoked. So part of you is glad he didn’t, because if it weren’t for Robby’s forgiveness, he would probably be miserable. But you wished you could’ve been there for him somehow.

Regardless, you couldn’t change it now. And if somehow, someway, you two could work out, it would be worth giving it a shot, wouldn’t it?

But while you were daydreaming about your life and what it could be, you were snapped out.

“Hey, cmon. We got a trauma, Auto v. Pedestrian.” Langdon helped you up as the stretcher pulled through the ambulance bay doors. He pulled you by the arm, before you let go.

“Okay, what do we got?”

“25 year old female hit by a car, was going around 50 miles per hour? Open fibula fracture, heart rate 137, BP 93/76 likely from blood loss. NKA, and no history or daily meds. 5 of morphine on board. The driver is behind us.” Is what you were able to get out between all the screaming. You looked under the blanket, and showed Langdon.

“Ooh, that’s not good.” He whispered.

“Yeah. On my count, 1,2,3!” And transferred.

“Okay, let’s give her fentanyl for the pain. And we gotta reduce this fracture now.” Langdon said to you, and you nodded. You supported the fibula, and then adjusted the bone back into place. The woman cried out, but she stopped crying soon enough.

“Okay, page ortho, let’s get basic labs, cbc, cmp, type screening, abg, coags.”

“I’ll go get the driver.” You spoke, running out as the next stretcher came in.

“29 year old male, car driver, 4 inch head laceration, headache, nausea and photophobia. A&O x4, NKA, no medical history, BP 136/90, HR 124. On scene breathalyzer done, BAC was 0.11.”

“Okay, we know what caused the accident.” You commented. “On my count, 1,2,3!”

“Hi I’m Doctor L/N, i’ll be taking care of you.”

“That dumb bitch was crossing the street while the light was green!” The drunk man yelled.

“Don’t worry about that right now, can you tell me what hurts?”

“My fucking head!” He groaned in pain.

“Okay, I'm gonna shine a light in your eyes for a second. I'm sorry.” You then shined the penlight. He yelled and cursed at you.

“Pupils equal and reactive. On a scale from 1-10 how bad is the pain?”

“Like a 7? Just give me something for fucks sake.”

“I will in a minute sir. I need you to stay calm so we can help you.”

“CBC, BMP, BAC, Urine Tox. And get him in line for a head CT. I need that Tox before I give meds.”

“I’ll call in a Stat for the tox.” Princess said, drawing the blood from the IV.

“Thanks, Princess. What would I do without you.” You exhaled, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Then, you began taking off your protective layer and gloves, disposing of it in the trash bin.

“Never a dull day, huh?”

“Nope. Y'know what I’m shocked we haven’t gotten yet?” He looked at you, stopping in front of the computers.

“What?”

“Objects up guys’ asses.”

“Yeah, that is weird. Are they finally getting smarter and using flared bases?”

“Who knows.” He sat down and began to chart.

“God I love and hate my job.”

“Amen to that.”

“But hey, the shift is over in 2 hours, and we can get dinner.” He then looked up at you, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, you’re right about that. That’s my motivation for getting through this shift. But I promise you, one day I will wine and dine you properly.”

“Aw, don’t worry about it. The company is enough.”

“Sure, but you’ve earned it.” He passed by, whispering that bit in your ear.

In the distance, you saw Perlah and Princess watching the two of you, talking to each other in Tagalog, passing cash between each other.

You just rolled your eyes and finished your charting.

The rest of the shift went smoothly, just minor things for the most part. A few fractures, sick kids, and the share of the non-emergency stuff that people could’ve gone to urgent care for. AKA the usual around these parts.But it was finally over, night shift had arrived. All you had to do was handoff, and it was off to dinner. Frank waited for you outside, and you ran to catch up.

“Sorry, Abbot decided he wanted a full debriefing on EVERY patient and I had like 10 patients and-mmph”

He cut you off with a kiss, as you let go of the breath you were holding in. It was short and sweet, like a reminder that everything was going to be okay.

“Breathe.”

“Yeah, yeah I forget to do that sometimes.”

“Try not to, I’d prefer to keep you alive.” He stroked your cheek, his thumb under your bottom lip.

“Okay, you haven’t eaten anything but a bagel and a protein bar today. You need food or you’re gonna pass out.”

“Frank I’m fine. I’m a resident, My body is adjusted to not eating.”

“You aren’t as effective when you’re hungry. You gotta take short breaks and have snacks or something quick like a sandwich from the bin.”

“Hell no, those sandwiches are nasty.” You shook your head. “They are textural hell.”

He just laughed. “You sound like my son when I force him to eat vegetables.”

“I hope your son doesn’t curse though.”

“Nah, he picked a word or two up from me and we had to resolve it.” He chuckled at the memory, when his son used to yell “shit!” when something went wrong. “So, where do you wanna go?”

“I picked last time, so I think you get to pick tonight.”

“Well, we’re both pretty hungry, so the options around here are pretty good.”

“Ooh actually, I have a bunch of ingredients at my place that I've been aching to use, but I haven’t had the energy to cook when I got home.

“Well, I can cook something for you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You joked, and he just laughed back.

“Well, during my recovery I was cooking a lot. It was a thing I picked up, they taught us cooking lessons in Rehab.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, that’s what ten months does to you.”

“Yeah…I’m so sorry I barely reached out. Truly, I feel awful. Robby kept most details away from me, so I literally had to have Robby be a carrier pigeon until you wrote me your number.”

“Don’t sweat it, honestly. I think it was better for me to be away from work for a while. Helped me really get my shit together. But now I’m back, I’m sober, and I’m with my best friend in the entire world.”

“Ha, are you saying we’re just friends?”

“Well, I guess that term wouldn’t really apply considering we’ve had sex, but…friends with benefits sounds like we’re in college, so…”

“Eh, labels are dumb anyways.” You shrugged.

“Yeah.” He said, his words getting softer, almost disappointed. He then opened the door to the building. He went up the stairs, and you followed next to him. Once you opened the door, you let him in, then you followed. Shoes off, he remembered.

“Alright, I’m gonna change out of these, take a quick shower because I got way too many fluids on me today, and then I’ll raid your kitchen to see what I can come up with.” He kissed your temple, before opening his bag and taking out his clothes.

“Fair enough. I’m probably gonna shower too.” You went into your room, and picked out comfortable but cute PJs to wear. You had this soft black set with a tank top and long pants. Cute enough, but also comfortable. Once you picked it all out, you entered your in suite bathroom (lucky you) and cleaned all the remnants of the various fluids you’ve had on you today. You didn’t feel like washing your hair while he was visiting, so you just dry shampooed it. Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you were greeted with the delicious smell of tomato and herbs.

“So, what’d you decide on?”

“Vodka Pasta.”

“Ooh, how fancy.”

“contrary to belief, it’s not actually that hard. And you can do it without the vodka and it’ll still taste as good. Plus, you didn’t have Vodka in the liquor cabinet so I went sans vodka.” He explained.

“Hm, the more you know. It smells amazing by the way. I’m gonna pour us some wine, do you wanna finish the bottle we started?”

“Sure.” He agreed, checking the pasta to make sure it was perfect. He wanted this to be perfect for you.

“Here, come try the sauce and let me know if it’s any good. I let it cool for a bit so you don’t burn your tongue.” He gave you a little bit on a spoon, feeding it to you.

“Mmhm. That’s really good, holy shit.” You looked at him with a glimmer in your eyes.

“Great. Then it’s time to pour the pasta in.” He transferred the noodles into a strainer, and into the pan. He folded them over a few times, grated some parmesan over it, and plated it. Meanwhile you set up the utensils and wine, already on the table.

“Alright, here you go.” He gave you the plate, then placed his own down. “Cheers.” You clinked your glass with his, then tried a bite. Your eyes immediately lit up once the flavors hit your tongue.

“Oh my god, I could marry you. This is so good.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He chuckled, taking a bite himself. Once he finished his bite he agreed with you. “You’re right, that's actually insanely good. Go me.”

“Go you indeed. I will never see restaurant pasta the same ever again.”

“Well, homemade always tastes better anyways.”

“Amen to that holy shit.”

The food was amazing, you didn’t know that he could cook, but now that you do, you were going to abuse it. You sat in comfortable silence while you ate, and once you were done, you had to comment.

“Keep meals like these up and I might start asking you to cook me meals after work every day.”

“And y'know what? I’d do it. Here, I'll take that for you.” He took your plate from you.

“Oh, no no. You cooked, I'll do the dishes.”

“It’s fine, let me take care of you.”

“Not for this, shoo. I’m doing dishes.”

“Fine, if you insist.”

“I do.” You then tiptoed and gave him a quick kiss. Then you proceeded to do all the dishes, because it was only fair if he cooked, you cleaned up.

“Well, that was the best meal i’ve had in a while.” You sat next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. His hand went to your waist, holding you close to him.

“I’m glad you think so, I learned how to cook a bunch of other stuff while I was there.”

“You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“I will, if something like cooking for you makes you feel better after a shitty day, it’s worth it.” He kissed the top of your forehead.

You then turned to kiss him properly, and he immediately melted. His hands went to your waist, yours in his hair. At first it was soft and tender, but it got messy quickly as desire crept through. His tongue was in your mouth, and he was pulling you onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You want this right now?” He mumbled into the kiss.

“If I didn’t we wouldn’t be in this position.” You moaned softly, your hips grinding against him, You clenched weakly around nothing, arousal swirling deep in your core. You can't wait anymore.

“As long as we aren’t gonna be on awkward terms and a week long break from working together again, I'm all for it.” He slipped your sweatpants off, tossing them aside. He then picked you up and brought you into the familiar plush of your bed. This time he laid out back, having an idea that you were gonna give him head.

“Yeah, not my finest moment, I'll make it up to you though.” You crawled up the bed, slipping your shirt off and tossing it aside.

“Yeah? I'll hold you to that.” At that moment, you sunk between his legs, your fingers hooked into his waistband and then slipped his sweatpants off and threw them to the side. His cock is already pressing against the cotton of his boxers, straining with an urgency that makes your mouth water. There's a wet spot seeping the fabric, and you became acutely aware of how much you affected him.

“God, all for me, and I've barely touched you.” You teased, kissing where the wet spot was.

“Jesus…the things you do to me.” He groaned softly. And with that reaction, you knew that he wanted it as much as you did. You wasted no more time messing with him, and pulled them down enough to free his cock. You watched as it throbbed and slapped against his stomach, the tip flushed red, and that vein you remembered feeling when he was inside you. He groaned softly as your hand wrapped around him, slicking him up with a mix of your saliva and his precum. You pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to the tip, dipping your tongue into the slit, before letting it slip past your lips.

“Fuck…” Was all he could say as your mouth sunk deeper, his hips tensing. Your hand was at the base, jerking off what your mouth couldn’t take. Your head moved up and down rhythmically, occasionally going even lower to test how much you could take. As he got more into it, he started to thrust shallowly into your throat, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat. “That’s it, beautiful. You take me so well.” His hand held your hair away from your face, tying your hair up for you. His groans got more intense as he got closer, muttering praises and curses before he pulled you off.

“I don’t wanna cum like this…I need to fuck you.” He grabbed a condom in your bedside drawer that he left.

“Did you leave condoms inside of my bedside table?”

“Gotta follow the advice I give to people.” He shrugged, rolling it on. He then gestured for you to come over, and you did, straddling him. Your thighs were locked by his, and the only thing separating him from being inside you was the thin layer of your panties, which he was aching to remove.

“Take ‘em off.” He looked up at you, his hand firm on your hips.

“Yes, Doctor Langdon.” You kissed his lips softly. You slid out of your panties, and threw them in the pile where your discarded clothing was.

“Good girl, now c’mere. I want to watch you ride me, I wanna see every reaction, hear every little noise, yeah?”

“Look at you, all demanding.” You chuckled, climbing over him so you could slip his cock into you when you pleased. “Reminds me I’m being fucked by my boss.” You joked.

“Well, you are.” He kissed you softly on the lips, a soft peck. With that, you sunk onto his cock, the intrusion almost immediate. You let out a moan as he bottomed out inside of you. “Oh-jesus christ…” You shuddered, and his hands went back to your waist, setting a pace as he thrust deeper inside you. You rolled your hips, your back arching slightly as his cock hit the right spot. His thrusts met your rhythm, making a pace that was good for both. Your breathing mixed as you rode him, the soft noises you made mixed with his lesser frequent ones. Once you were in a good position, his mouth went to your tits. He sucked and lapped at them, worshipping them like god himself. Then he went to kiss you, the kiss was soft and deep, unlike the erratic thrust of his hips. He kissed you carefully, your lips occasionally slipping a moan or a whimper.

“Fuck…Frank-i’m gonna cum.” You moaned, and his hand went down to your pussy, his thumb rubbing circles around your sensitive clit, which only made you moan more.

“That’s it, baby. I got you.” He praised, kissing your shoulder as he helped you cum. “Just come for me, gorgeous.” He looked up at you as your head tilted back, and your breathing quickened as the final wave of pleasure came crashing down, a cry escaped your lips, and he just helped you through it.

“Shh, shh it’s okay. You were amazing baby, just a little more, okay. I know you can do it.” He hushed your soft cries of overstimulation, but he was so close, he had to cum. He continued with deep, slow thrusts while your hips slowed, and eventually he came too, his mouth on your shoulder, kissing up your shoulder and neck.

That was gonna leave a mark.

He then pulled out, a soft moan slipping out at the emptiness. “I know, baby.” He kissed your forehead, and went to dispose of the condom. He then came back to offer, “Do you wanna shower? I’ll clean you up nicely.” You hummed in agreement, and he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, grabbing you fresh clothes. He placed them on the sink counter, and began to run the water, warming it up. You were clearly tired, already starting to feel sleepy.

“Hey, stay with me, beautiful. You can sleep after we get you all cleaned up.”

“Mhmm, okay.” You nodded, feeling the water, and once it was the right temperature, you stepped in, and Frank behind you.

He washed you with intent, and with care. He lathered your hair, giving you a nice head massage when scrubbing it in, while you cleaned your body. And you did the same for him, you helped him get his hair and back, which had you distracted for a moment because his back muscles were extremely sexy. But in the end, the both of you ended up feeling very clean, and you felt even more loved. You dried off with a towel, and changed into a comfortable tshirt and your shorts. However, you didn’t even realize it was Frank’s until the faint smell of his cologne mixed with him hit you.

“You gave me your shirt?” You looked at him, tilting your head slightly.

“Yeah, I figured you’d look cute in it.”

“When I have all my clothes here? What are you gonna wear?”

“I bring two pairs of clothes to work, because I never know what’s gonna get on me while I’m on the hospital walls, working or not. So I got clothes, don’t you worry.”

“If you say so. I’m gonna dry my hair a bit, then I'll join you.”

“Okay.” He kissed your temple before passing by, letting you have your space. You brought out your hairdrier, drying it enough that it wasn’t wet, yet wasn’t quite fully dry. But you didn’t care because you just wanted to be in bed.

“There she is.” He looked up from his phone.

“Who ya texting?”

“Ha, I wish I was social. Checking on how my handoffs are doing.” He showed you the ongoing charts. “Looks like I’m gonna see some familiar faces tomorrow, because we got people in line for admission.”

“Yeah, because that’s gonna happen soon.” You scoffed. “Fucking Gloria. That woman irritates me to no end.” You sighed.

“You and me both.” He put his phone on the bedside table, and held you close. The two of you cuddled in bed for a bit before he spoke again.

“So I was thinking about what you said earlier about labels and that, and honestly? I really, really like you. Genuinely. And I have for a while, and I buried it down deep for a while, but I waited because I didn’t want you to feel like a rebound and-”

You cut him off right there. You gave him a tender, passionate kiss. “You talk too much.”

“I guess I do, but seriously, I really do like you, and I want to be your boyfriend, if you’ll let me.”

“Mmm, I might let you.” You teased, looking at him with sincerity.

“Yeah? You want to be my girlfriend? Because you know what you’re getting into, with my recovery…there’s gonna be rough nights. And…remember Tanner is still in my life so that is gonna be another thing you have to think about and…it’s not gonna be easy, y'know?"

“I do, and I’ll be there for all of it. Every day, good and bad. Okay?” You held his hands in yours, looking at him with promise in your eyes.

“Because I love you, and I have for a while. And I don’t expect you to say it back or-”

“Shh, I love you too. Stop worrying so much.” You smiled at him, leaning in for a soft peck. He then raised your hands and kissed your knuckles.

“I promise, Frank. I’ll stick with you through it all. Just…don’t let HR find out.” You teased, and he laughed.

“Yeah, that would be a nightmare. But I’m glad you’re giving it a shot, and I’ll prove to you how good of a boyfriend I can be.”

It was another dull day for Ronin, not much drama on the server, nor in life. Work was mid, he did get to fix this cool looking motorcycle though. Besides that, a whole lot of nothing happened. Good news, it was slash season…meaning he could go kill as much as he pleased. He got on the server, asking the people what their thoughts were.

<goreboy>

yo Guys

feeling bored. should I go Kill someone?

find some unsuspecting passerby?

<hitmeuppp>

for SURE!

i mean find someone who seems boring or something

don’t go killing a baddie or somethin

or do, if they look snobby, i fucking hate snobby people

they’re always so annoying and uptight, that’s why people pay me to kill em

aaaaa i’m ranting again

<V>

I think it is inappropriate.

Do not go killing random strangers unless they have done wrong.

<hitmeuppp>

V SIGHTING! I REPEAT! V SIGHTING

<goreboy>

i think ill Agree with Misaki on this One.

i’ll send Pics

He then shuts off his PC and finds his killing clothes, which were to nobody’s surprise, on his dresser. He used them way too frequently this time of year, but luckily he had actually cleaned them. He threw them on, his favorite killing hoodie as well, then his gloves. Obviously couldn’t forget those, what type of serial killer would he be if he left evidence? Well, a fried one. He didn’t like the idea of the electric chair, because that meant getting caught and having no fun killing around, and instead spending time in a metal and stone cage. He then grabbed his crowbar, putting it in his instrument case He then grabbed his smaller knife, sheathing it then shoving it in his pocket. He double checked his beanie, then put the hood up. Last thing he needed was to leave any hair behind. But damn, he looked good to go. And hot. Maybe he’d go pick some girl up who thought he was hot, or maybe just drag someone into Purgatory, he’d figure it out. But first, he had to get out of the house, so he fed his pets, then walked out. At first, he strolled about, finding his way to the side entrance that led to Purgatory, maybe he’d light a cigarette and see if anyone joined him. That sounds good, dragging an innocent smoker trying to ease themselves in the alley.

He eventually stood there, putting his crowbar case down and took a pack out of his pocket, and then his lighter. He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag before tapping some of the ash onto the floor. He stood there alone for a while, leaving him to ponder his murder. He was thinking: wait til someone comes into the alley, chat them up a bit, then hold 'em at knifepoint, play with them for a little, then kill. He was feeling mean tonight, he was too bored to play quick and easy, no, he wanted to draw it out. He wanted to cut their voice box and hear their feeble attempts at screaming, slowly ripping them open and apart, falling into his signature. And as if the universe heard him, a person stepped into the alleyway. They looked at him for a second, acknowledging his presence before taking a cigarette out and lighting it; well, trying. Their lighter didn’t seem to work, and he heard a gentle “fuck.” It was the perfect opportunity.

“Wanna use mine?” He offered, holding it out to them.

“Could I? Sorry, mine died.” They muttered, lighting their cigarette with his lighter, and it lit. They inhaled, then exhaled. They then handed his lighter back, muttering a “thanks.”

“So. What’s a gorgeous individual like yourself doing in an alleyway smoking at 10pm on a Tuesday night?” He asked casually

“Got off my shift, needed a break. Was kinda a shitshow tonight.” They laughed softly, putting the cigarette to their lips.

“Where do you work?” Ronin asked nonchalantly, keeping the friendly appearance up.

“Vauhn’s on Orchard.” They responded, it was a club and restaurant nearby, and from the looks of the uniform, he’d guess the bartender.

“You look like a bartender.”

“You are correct. I legally poison people for a living.” They joked

He chuckled at that, the way they put it was unique. Ironic for the situation they were about to be in. He walked closer to them, bringing his cigarette to theirs before relighting. “They were going out, stupid rain.” He explained, but the pink on their cheeks showed he did exactly what he intended. He was ready to hit, he chatted, he charmed, now it was time to attack. They were charming, he’d admit. Maybe too much so, they had to die. Once they had their back turned, he snuck behind and wrapped his arm around their neck, holding the knife firm.

“Scream and you’re dead.” He warned, his tone much colder than before.

“Alright alright, chill bud. I don’t plan on screaming.” They raised their hands in surrender, a half laugh escaping from their lips.

“How many inches is that?”

Ronin choked on air as he heard the words escaping their lips, sure the friction got him a little hard, but not nearly enough to warrant the question.

“Excuse me?”

“The knife genius, not your dick.”

“Oh, shit uh.”

“7?” They guessed, and right they were.

“Yeah, how’d you know.” He asked, a little confused on how they guessed it so easily.

“I got one myself…right here.” They spun, shoving him against the wall with the knife to his throat. They pressed hard, not gentle at all, he winced slightly.

“Try anything funny and i’ll slice your goddamn head off.”

“Damn, alright, you got me, sweetheart.” He teased, putting the knife away.

“Who are you?” They asked.

“The devil, baby.” He responded, chuckling slightly. Then, he shut up as they pressed harder.

“You don’t know who I am, or what i’ve done. You made the wrong pick to hit out on, bud.”

“Yeah, who are you then?”

“Y'know that killer whose been on the rise?”

“Nah, no way.”

“And you’re The Butcher, huh? Crowbar case, lurking in Purgatory?”

“Only I call it that. How do you know that?”

“Misaki. I'm sure you know ‘em.” They responded.

“Fuck. Damnit Misaki.”

“Don’t worry baby, i’m not gonna kill you…you’re too pretty and important to die.” They cooed, and he hated it.

“Don’t baby me. And if you aren’t gonna kill me, get off.” He growled angrily, this brat was starting to get on his nerves.

“Or what, Ronin?” They sneered.

“Misaki told you my name too, huh? Who are you?”

“Y/N. And i’ll get off, but from the way your body is reacting, it seems you don’t want me to. I can see your hand reaching out to touch me.” Fuck, they were observant, maybe too observant.

“Fuck off, just because you give me a bit of a boner doesn’t mean shit.” He grumbled embarrassedly.

“Mhm, sure. I see they way you looked at me back there…you wanted to eat me alive.” They ran their finger up his chest.

“Flirting with the devil…it’s like you wanna end up in hell.” He scowled.

“I’m ending up there either way, why not have fun before I do?”

“just shut up before I do something stupid.” He responded, grabbing their shirt and pulling them closer. His eyes dropped to their lips…fuck they looked so pretty and plump…he could ruin them with his teeth. Their neck too, another thing he could ruin. He could ruin them and their entire being then build it up from fucking scratch. He wanted to, they were hot, feisty, not afraid…he liked that.

“Like what? You gonna kill me? or are you going to kiss me?” They sneered, their hand on his jaw.

“Little bit of A, little bit of B…I could fucking ruin you.” He caved.

“Why don’t you, hm? You're scared?”