#crazyy

how he stuck his hands as they fell, attempting to catch them before they hit the ground.

pony running out of the bathroom with his toothbrush still in his mouth, taking in the scene in front of him.

soda rushing out of the bedroom, pajama pants on, but his work t-shirt still half buttoned on him.

darry muttering under his breath, trying to sweep up the glass off from the floor, telling them both to go to bed.

soda running barefoot into the kitchen, making the effort to stop darry from picking up the glass that had started to leave red marks all throughout the palms of his hands.

soda whispering to darry to get up and get off of the floor, only to be faced with his reluctance and continued murmuring.

his mumbles making out into the words,

— What did you say about my husband?

Day 31: Heatwave Words: 294 Rating: T Setting: Canon, post-season 2

For their first real date, they meet for breakfast after Mel drops off Becca at the day center. As they eat, Frank tells her wants to spend the whole day with her, wants to stick around for dinner and bad reality TV with her and Becca. Tells her it’s only work the next day that will make him leave at all. She has nothing for him except wholehearted support.

During their drive back to her apartment, Mel peeks at his car through her rearview mirror the whole way home. It’s a good thing they’re driving separately. Really.

The front door is barely locked before he has her pressed against it, kissing her slow and deep. Frank tastes like coffee and cinnamon sugar, from the doughnuts they ordered out of pure gluttony. She tugs at his bottom lip with her teeth because she likes its pretty shade of red. But before she can soothe it with her tongue, Frank licks into her mouth; tangles his fingers into her hair when she moans against him.

When they finally part for breath, Mel feels like they could still be outside in the punishing heat and humidity. It’s only the hum of her AC that tells her they’re not. Not that the AC does much to cool her down when Frank insinuates one of his legs between hers, or when he hikes her thigh a little higher, so they can move against each other more easily. By the time his lips find hers again, Mel’s sure she’s burning up.

“Bedroom?” She asks, pants, her voice going thready when Frank bites down right where her jaw meets her neck.