#kingdon microfic

@kingdonmicrofic Day 12: Gold (481 words, explicit, tw: infidelity)

Abby wanted their rings to match. Gold on gold. Her grandmother’s diamond paired with a classic band for him.

Frank never liked the ring he chose, but it was the one they could afford. He looked wistfully at the sleeker, more stately platinum option and still went with the bright yellow gold that practically glowed under florescent lighting. Abby smirked when he complained about it.

“Good,” she laughed, pulling her dark hair away from her face. “It’s like a warning sign. Stay away, he’s taken.”

She never thought he would be the one she’d have to worry about.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Mel breathes in response.

It takes a second for the world to stop spinning and for Frank to really focus and look down at Mel, who is now sitting back on her haunches, opalite beads of his own pleasure dotting across her perfect tits. In the moment, he blacked out and he’s grateful that he managed to only hit her chest and not her hair or her face or oh my god.

Some buried, caveman part of his brain lights up seeing the aftermath of their experiment, him all over her, deriving a sick pleasure from claiming her or something, while the other part of his brain starts spiraling about why he’s thinking that in the first place.

“It doesn’t feel as weird as I thought it would,” she pokes at a glob below her shoulder, smearing his cum around her bare skin, delightfully unaware of his inner turmoil. “Like I thought I’d dislike the texture of it more, but it’s sort of nice.”

After a second of pinching the iridescent liquid between her fingers, she beams up at him, “Was it good for you?”

“Was it—” Frank chokes. “Yeah baby, fuck, I just— I feel like an asshole right now?”

Mel frowns. “Why?”

“I feel bad that I like it. Like I’m being a guy about it. In a bad way”

“So,” Abby says dangerously.

“Dont’t start,” Langdon interrupts, feeling a headache come on.

A blisteringly fake smile has spread across Abby’s lips as she ignores his warning. “So,” she emphasizes, “You seem very familiar with Mel.”

He sighs. From the moment they ran into Mel at the park, he’s had a bad feeling. Of course, he’s always happy to see her. Everything in the world slows when he looks at Mel. She makes him softer, agreeable, eager to sing her praises and lick her wounds.

It’s just a feeling he’d rather not experience while his wife is next to him.

His children had run to her. Tanner and Penny love Mel, a fact that Abby was not previously aware of. Langdon knew from the look on her face that they would be getting into an argument at home after this.

And that was before Tanner wanted ice cream.

“Mel,” his son pleaded, tugging on her fingers, “Can we go to the ice cream place we went last time, please, pleaseeee!”

Abby glares at him, “She’s even got a special nickname for you.”

“It’s just something she picked up from the kids, they say it all the time.”

“You’re their father, Langdon, of course they say it all the time. She should call you by your name. Frank? Or, how about Dr. Langdon?”

“That’s what she says at work.”

Abby bares her teeth sarcastically, “Oh yeah? So, she only calls you Daddy at home?”

Frank groans, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing. It’s a figure of speech.”

“That’s not what that fucking means, Langdon. She didn’t say it as a metaphor,” Abby snaps, “She said it like— like she was used to saying it.”

When Frank sees Ellis on day shift more often he’s relieved to see a friend. Someone who doesn’t try to overanalyze every decision he makes as if he’s trying to steal meds. But the best part is that Ellis never asks about his ex-wife.

So like ships in the night, Mel and Frank miss each other but eventually, Shen starts to notice Frank lingering in the ambulance bay during a shift switch. Ellis catches a neatly written form signed by Mel politely requesting a locker switch that gives Frank a spot that he doesn’t need to crouch for.

@kingdonmicrofic - july 28 - wc: 450

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Today's the day!

Mel beams at her reflection as she brushes her teeth. She reads over the Post-It notes stuck to the mirror, all various encouraging statements she'd borrowed from the internet. She'd even drawn an outline of her hand on a bigger one so she could give herself a high five before she left.

She removes her backpack, rolls her shoulders, gives a thumbs up to the mirror in her locker, and then turns around to go find him.

He's sitting by the nurse's station with a clipboard in his lap. The physical sight of him puts a pause in her step, he's always so breath-stealy attractive, but it is perfectly okay to find your friends attractive. (She'd looked it up.) It was just going to have to be something she learned to ignore.

He glances up, smiling. "Good morn—”

"Dr. Langdon," she says, "We need to talk."

"Uh oh, are we breaking up?"

"Breaking up?" Mel repeats, horrified. "But we're not—"

"Joke, Mel," he says.

He's almost thwarted her plans with the confusing joke, another thing she might need to get used to him doing.

She puffs out her chest. "I would like to go to the museum this Sunday. Would you like to go with me?"

Mel's pulse climbs into her ears as his eyes widen. Oh no, were they not good enough friends yet to hang out outside of work?

"Uh." His jaw hangs. "Sure."

Sure! She wants to run home and give herself another high five!

"Great!"

And because that was the bulk of her plan, she has nothing more to say and goes back to work.

Over the next few days, her anxiety about the museum calms, as Langdon is more talkative and standing closer like he's also been waiting for this new development in their friendship. He asks which exhibits she's most excited to check out, but then he throws her off by asking what time he should pick her up. This seems unnecessary on her end, and she tells him as much, but he refuses, saying something about being a gentleman.

He actually meets her at her door when he arrives, and Mel is humiliated, because does he really think she needs assistance walking out to the car?

And then she notices he's carrying... a bouquet?

"Sorry if they're ugly," he says, "I told the florist purple, and she ran with it."

She takes them out of his hands, but she doesn't stop blinking. "Um, thank you. But... why?"

He cringes. "Shit, is it too much? It's been a while since I've been on a first date. I'm rusty."

...

Mel corners him at precisely 6:42 AM. Red Bull in hand, sweating and uncracked, crinkling beneath his tight grip from the way she pushes and pushes, until his shoulder blades thud against the wall and her minty breath fans up into his face in determined little puffs.

“What did that mean?” her voice, low and husky, carries an undercurrent of something sharper that Frank hasn’t had the pleasure of hearing.

He blinks at her. “What did what mean?” 

Prompt: Feast @kingdonmicrofic | 500 words | Rated E for Explicit Sexual Content | 10/31 | Princess Mel/Stableboy Frank AU

“Mel? Are you in there?” 

Mel stifles a moan. “Yes, Father,” she chokes out, trying to sound normal. 

“Are you coming down for the feast? Your birthday banquet is almost ready.” 

“Be there soon, Father,” she huffs, sitting up on her elbows. “I’m just—oh, wow—just getting dressed!”

“Alright!” 

“We have to go,” Mel urges after she hears her father’s footsteps recede.

“I’m busy.” 

“Frank, you are not—oh, hell.” 

“I’m busy,” Frank repeats, pulling away from her core. “The kingdom will have to wait, as I have a birthday gift to give to the princess.” 

“You’ve already given me two,” Mel whines, trying to dislodge Frank from his position in between her legs, but he just grips her thighs harder. 

“And does the fair princess not deserve more praise?” Frank asks, hoisting up her legs over his shoulders. “Does the princess of this beautiful kingdom not deserve adulation? Admiration?” He leans in again and licks a wide stripe up her cunt that makes Mel fall back onto the bed. “Worship?” 

“The princess,” Mel pants, “is required in the Great Hall, I’m sure she—fuck Frank—will receive more than enough praise.” 

“Wouldn’t be enough.” 

“Frank, please,” she says, raking her fingers through his hair and pulling his face away from her. “If you’re going to make me late, make it worth it?” 

Frank grins maniacally. “Does my princess have a request?” 

“She does,” Mel smiles widely. “Your princess requests an audience.” 

“An audience?” He repeats, shucking off his breeches. Her gown is long gone, and Frank scrapes his teeth against her breast, sucking on a nipple as he lines his cock up to her entrance. “Do you happen to know where this audience will take place?” 

“Oh, I think you know the place,” Mel laughs, urging him forward with her knees. “I think you know it well.” 

“I do,” he says, pushing into her slowly. “I’m very grateful my lady would take my audience, as I have many thoughts about the kingdom I’d like to share.” 

“Oh?” she gasps, the breath knocked out of her as Frank bottoms out. 

“I have an opinion on her chosen husband.” 

“Not my chosen husband,” Mel corrects, groaning when Frank starts moving. “You know that.” 

“Of course, my apologies,” Frank smirks. “Your chosen husband would be a lowly stableboy, if I remember correctly—”

“My best friend,” Mel corrects, pulling him in closer for a kiss. “My everything.” 

“Then I have opinions on the man courting her.” 

“Men.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he laughs, picking up speed. “The men courting her.” 

Mel whines as he starts circling her clit and pleasure coils in her abdomen. 

“I find them arrogant, haughty, and altogether unworthy of her hand.” 

“Do you think you could do better?” Mel teases. “Do you think you could satisfy the princess?” 

Frank winks. “Oh, I know I’m up to the task.” 

tags: mature, explicit infidelity, sexual content

Mel expected to feel more guilt about the affair.