#langdonmel

warning! sexually explicit 🚨😋🤞

A few weeks after his first shift back, the air-conditioning broke in the ED. Frank still had ten hours left in his shift.

“Back up generator?” he’d suggested to Dana, one ear on the phone with the repair company.

She met him with slow shake of her head. It had nothing to do with the power, just a failed compressor or capacitor or something he was only half listening to, fixated on the sensation of sweat dripping down his spine.

Frank ran hot. Always had. It was like he’d feel himself roasting from the inside out, the heat of the air around him absorbing directly into his bloodstream. He was miserable, drenched in sweat, distracted, and getting more irritable by the second. He snapped a little, at a patient in his fifties who wouldn’t stop complaining about the temperature. Mel pulled him into the break room after that.

“I’m fine, Mel, I’m just cranky because-“

“You’re hot. I get it. But you’re acting mean and you need a break,” she said.

Even her delicate touch was unwelcome to him in his current state, his skin sticky and red, but he let her lead him by a hand on his bicep to the freezer. She opened it up and gently tapped on his back, encouraging him to lean in. The frosty air whipped around his face as he felt his shoulders drop for the first time all day.

“Popsicle?” she asked, reaching past his shoulder to pull out two.

She stuck a green one in his hands, and he enjoyed the stinging cold of it in his palm. She unwrapped her red one, the only kind she would eat, she explained. He made space for her to lean into the freezer next to him, frosty breeze blowing at the hairs that had come loose from her braid.

They faced each other, sheen of sweat visible on their cheeks, hair sticking to their foreheads. He watched as she closed her lips around the popsicle, sucking the juice with a satisfying pop. The juice stained her mouth, pouted and round like a ripe cherry. She stuck her tongue out, soft and pink, to drag the popsicle down the length of it, swirling around the tip.

Frank’s mouth fell open when she met his eyes, cheeks hollowing as she sucked it into her mouth. Her eyelashes fluttered, bunny teeth scraping into the ice when she reached the end. He could feel his dick springing up in scrub pants, leaning further into the fridge.

“Starting to cool down a little,” she sighed, leaning into her hip. “Feel good?”

The juice of his own snack began to melt onto his hand as he stared.

“Feels great. Thanks.”

@kingdonmicrofic • Day 18: Parade • 347/347 • Rated: M

CW: The Borgias AU, historical, sibling incest, neck kissing

•••

Ow, Melissa grimaced and withdrew her hand from the wooden window frame. Droplets of blood formed on her finger but before she sucked it clean, he took notice.

“Melissa?” She fled to the courtyard to avoid his wrath. “Is that you, dear sis?” She bunched her afternoon gown in her hands and evaded the stone walls of their villa to escape her brother. Her giggles gave her away, and Francis was much faster on foot than any soldier she knew. He yanked her to the ground with him. Bare feet, surrounded by flora, under the Roman sun. “Thought I spied a little birdie.”

His smile was the kind she loathed to see falter, so when it returned, she also smiled. When he knocked his nose against hers, she returned the gesture. It was their secret greeting when the world felt sparse. Rumour went around about their alleged closeness just as the ones questioning their legitimacy. Francis taught her to ignore the sordid whisperings.

“Brother, will my husband love me all the ways you love your…”

“I do not love her.” Francis weaved his finger around her curl. “Cardinals are forbidden from it.”

“You have yet to take vows and you grieve your freedom so soon?”

His visage darkened. As the Pope of Rome’s firstborn, Francis conceded certain luxuries and disciplined himself from an early age. He traded freedoms before. Now with her upcoming nuptials, it was her turn.

“Do not concern yourself with my freedom. Worry over yours.” He trailed his nose over her crimsoning cheek to her ear, under which he planted a kiss. “Will your husband mind if I deliver you to him with a parade of markings?”

Melissa let her head fall to accommodate his mouth. Every vessel under her skin threatened to burst if his lips pursued her. That was what happened when Francis put his mouth on her body—she bruised and ached until he laid his lips on her again.

“Francis,” she gasped when he lodged his knee between hers and let her chase what she truly desired.

for @kingdonmicrofic Challenge

499 words | Rated T | Established Relationship, Fluff, Dinner with Mohabbot | Warning: Mentions of Addiction and Rehab

Read on A03

“I would have never guessed about you and Mohan.”

Mel and Samira had popped into the restaurant bathroom, leaving their men at the table.

“Why?” Abbot scoffed, shaking the ice in his tumbler. “Because of my age?”

“Nah, not that. How old are you again?” Langdon asked.

“Forty-nine.”

Langdon whistled. “I hope I look that good at 49.”

Abbot cocked his head. “Thanks?”

for @kingdonmicrofic day 17: crowd | 493 words | ao3 inspired by/playing on the RIDICULOUS 2000s "she took off her glasses and everyone finds out she's beautiful" movie trope

Mel cracked her glasses three weeks ago and was now wearing the contacts she usually kept stored in the very back of one of her bathroom drawers. She felt self-conscious without her trusted frames but Frank promised her no one would notice.

Frank had been very wrong. A guy from the football team had walked past her, doing a double-take when he realized who she was and that was all it took for news to spread about 'Mel's new look'. Soon, the girls of the in-crowd were sidling up beside her in the hallway and talking to her as if they'd always been friends. She began getting compliments from girls she'd only ever exchanged words with in class and being invited to sit with them at lunch; it was all wildly confusing. But also nice?

She confessed she didn't know what was going on to Frank and he reassured her that it wasn't anything bad, that people were finally figuring out what they'd been missing and just wanted to be her friend. She became less worried about all the attention after his words of comfort and began to enjoy it.

But Frank had a more negative opinion on what was happening than he'd shared with Mel. The whole thing left an awful taste in his mouth. And now in the locker room, he routinely heard his classmates comment on how attractive and nice she was. He'd clenched his fist in indignation when he heard someone say, "It's a shame her pretty face was hidden behind those glasses for so long."

It was the principle of it all; the fact that no one cared about her before but as soon as she became more socially acceptable, they were interested. However, being included and making new friends was making Mel happy and that was the only thing that really mattered.

He kept an eye on her new friends and no one seemed to have any ill intentions, they were just horribly shallow or simply sheep with no thoughts of their own. Some of them were nice enough—he could admit that—but he still held a grudge towards them for only giving Mel a chance once she was deemed 'cool'. He relished getting to watch Mel come into her own more and more with each positive interaction but he would never forget.

Frankly, he didn't understand how people could only now be realizing how beautiful she was. She looked the same with and without her glasses to him. She was still the same person with the kindest smile that could light up any room and beautiful hazel eyes that looked green or brown depending on what lighting she was in. And he actually preferred Mel with them. They were a part of what made her Mel, his best friend and the person he'd like to marry someday.

BLONDER!!