I don't have a fic for Valentine's day but I do have a very very early draft of TTWDAH Frank and Mel having sex for the first time in which Frank finishes comically early! Enjoy! (It didn't make the cut after I kept putting him through the saw trap and felt bad but I still love this version of him!) Minute Man Langdon for the win!
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Mel lets out a choked moan as she winces, digging her nails into Frank’s shoulders. “Oh my god.” She whispers into his mouth, and Frank holds his breath, pushing in slowly until he bottoms out. He stays there for a moment, forehead pressed against hers. He wonders if anything will ever feel as good as this, he wonders how it’s even better than he imagined, or if simply because it’s Mel and everything about her feels good, like she exudes a kind of goodness specifically tailored for him. Maybe it’s just because he loves her and when you love someone, it’s lifechanging.
“You, ah, just move, Frank. Please.” She squirms underneath him, dropping one leg down against the bed and wrapping her other leg around his thighs. He sucks in a sharp breath and starts rocking back and forth.
Once he’s satisfied that she's okay, that she’s enjoying this, his thrusts become longer and stronger, until he’s managed to get into a nice rhythm. “Mel? Is this, fuck, is this good?”
“It’s good, oh god. Yes, it’s good, it’s good, you’re so good, Frank.” She kisses him again like she means it, like this is the one thing that was missing from her life. “Oh my god.” She says, kissing the corner of his lips as he fists the covers underneath her.
“Mel. Honey.” He moans in a thin voice, pressing his chest against hers, feeling her breasts on his skin, feeling her little convulsions every time he presses deep into her. “Oh, I feel like I’m going crazy. I love you. I want to live here.” He babbles, reaching down to hitch her leg up higher.
Mel smiles against him, letting out a little breathy laugh as she arches her back into him. “You say the weirdest things sometimes.” She says, laughing in a stuttered voice. She kisses him again and then before Frank can sink into it again, she pulls back, blinking quickly whilst cradling his head in her hands. “Oh, Frank, I didn’t say it downstairs, I,” She shakes her head in a small movement and then looks at him pointedly. “I love you, too.”
Frank’s hip stutter at the sound of her voice and he looks down with parted lips with a little frown. He swallows, his entire body shuddering as she brushes her thumbs against his cheekbones. “I love you, Frank.” She says, intentionally and Frank’s head drops to her chin. She kisses his forehead as he pushes into her deeply. “You’re so good to me, you’re so kind and thoughtful and I love you. I really love you.” She babbles, speaking breathlessly between her hitched gasps. She tilts his head, whispering in his ear as he begins to speed up.
“Mel. I, oh god, Mel, please.” He punches out as his movements inadvertently become less intentional.
“I never thought I’d get someone like you, Frank. I wished so much but I never believed it until you came along. You’re right, it’s not like this with other people. You’re not crazy, I can feel it too. I love you, god, I love you so much. Your face and your hair and your heart, Frank, I love all of you.” She says in a low voice, pressing her hands to his chest and kisses the sweat on his brow.
Frank pushes his face into her hair, sprawled out on his pillow and presses his fingers into her hips, keeping her still as his movements become sloppy and erratic. It must be some kind of evolutionary curse that he’s riddled with that causes him to involuntary speed up. He can’t control it, no matter how hard he tries it, and he really does but Mel keeps telling him that he’s good and that she loves him and he groans into her neck, mumbling out a tense and strangled, “Fuck, fuck, Christ, no, oh no, Mel.”
He begs and pleads to her, eyes squeezing shut as he’s hit with the blinding, hot white light of his orgasm. He barely recognises his gravelly voice as he groans and releases into her regretfully, hips convulsing as the aftershocks hit him.
Mel breathes heavily, running her hand through his hair as Frank resigns to what’s happened. He squeezes his eyes shut, hoping it’s some cruel dream, hoping that he didn’t just finish less than three minutes into his first time with Mel. But then Mel grabs his head and tilts it so she can see him, and he wants to burst into tears just at the sight of her little smile.
“Frank?” She asks, squinting her eyes slightly as he feels himself grow softer inside of her.
“Oh, god.” He groans, shoving his face into the mattress.
“It’s okay.” She insists and he can feel her body vibrating from laughter underneath him.
“I need the ground to open up and swallow me up.” He continues, shaking his head.
“Frank, it’s really not a big deal. I’m flattered, honestly-“
“I’m going to kill myself.” He mumbles pathetically.
“Hey, no. Frank.” She chides, shifting her head back and pulling his head up so he’s forced to face her. “Look at me. Open your eyes.” She tells him and he whines pathetically as he finally looks at her. “I’m flattered.” She repeats, making a sort of obvious and specific expression that makes Frank rethink his previous plans of suicide.
He gapes at her. “Yeah?”
She grins, nodding her head slowly. “Yeah.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Mel.” He tells her pitifully.
“I can tell.” She laughs with her brows raised and Frank has the urge to hide again. “I have too, you know.”
“No, I ruined it.” He coughed out.
“You didn’t ruin anything. We have time, Frank. Just,” she sighs, “Just give me your hand.”
Frank looks at her blankly and brings his hand up to hang between them. She takes it in her own and leads it down between their bodies until it sneaks down her stomach and in between her legs. She adjusts his fingers, pressing them to her clit with her own behind his and arches against his hand.
He’s mindful not to black out in front of her and instead, starts gently rubbing her clit in slow, circular motions. “Like that?”
“Mh-hm.” She keens, pressing his fingers harder onto her as she shifts her pelvis to match his movements. “It’s good, Frank.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
She shakes her head, biting her lip. “No, no. Just like this, It’s good. You’re good, oh god, you can, harder, yeah, like that.” She hums breathlessly as her eyes threaten to roll back. She tries her hardest to maintain the eye contact but soon, he starts speeding up and it looks like too much for her. He feels her clit harden under his fingertips and he thrusts his cock into her again, hoping the feeling of both sends her off the edge.
Her jaw drops slightly and her gaze bores into his as he strains his arm, trying to keep up with the rhythm. She clutches his wrist, breath catching as her body begins to tremble. “Oh, Frank, fuck.” She mewls, dropping her head back as her thighs convulse around him. He can feel her walls clenching around his dick and he lets out a guttural breath as she squeezes him.
She settles under him with a blissful smile, and he pulls out, rolling off her body and onto the bed next to her. She brings her hand up and pushes the hair from his forehead and then drags it down until the pad of her finger sits in the little divot in his chin.
He tilts his face down, holding onto her hand so he can kiss her fingertip and then pulls their joint hands down between them so he can lean in and kiss her properly. “That’s not how I planned it in my head.”
“It’s alright.” She whispers, sitting up slightly to push her hair back behind her.
“Give me half an hour and I’ll try again.” He whispers and she looks at him very thoughtfully with only a hint of pity.
She turns her head to look behind her and then sighs as she faces him again. “We have to leave to get Becca in about three minutes.”
Frank hums understandably and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him as he kisses the skin under her jaw. “Can I stay over at yours?”
“I was hoping you would.” She nods and bends down to gently bite his arm. He winces happily and rolls her onto her back to press a lingering kiss to her lips. “We really should get dressed.” She says into his lips with a gentle laugh.
“Okay. Okay.” He surrenders, running his hand up and down the side of her body. “I’m going to kiss you in front of her.” His entire body vibrates with glee at the sheer thought of it and Mel presses her fingers to her lips, nervously.
“I think I’d really like that.” She whispers, looking at him with a focused gaze.
