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@kingdonmicrofic | day 9: gift | rated: g | wc: 271

Abby stared at the leatherback journal in front of her, small daisies and a name inscribed onto the fabric.

It was custom, she could tell, from the softness of the leather to the detail in the gold of the name:

Doctor Melissa King

M.D. | MPH

To the yellow of the flowers that decorated the notebook. The color wasn’t the cheap, harsh pastel you would see if it was bought at Target. It was warm, she traced the petals and it felt as though the curve burned itself into her finger, a warning, a premonition.

She brought it to her nose, expecting the perfect fresh car smell you get with leather and instead was met with Frank’s cologne. She smiled to herself, shaking her head.

“The little fucker,” she opens the cover, flipping the pages in a swift motion with her thumb, only to be bombarded with the smell of her husband. It felt as though he were in the small corner of their closet with her. “Never got me a gift like this.”

Her fingers catch onto indents in the front cover, her eyes hanging onto every word.

For my least problematic trainee and my very favorite doctor. You deserve the best Melissa King, I hope to provide you some of it.

Yours Truly,

F.L.

“Abby!”

“Yeah, coming, one sec!”

She slams the notebook shut, shoving it quickly back into the corner as she feels Frank’s impatience all the way from the front door. After all, it was time for their couple’s therapy.

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@kingdonmicrofic | day 5: speech | rated: t | wc: 344

“Oh, God, no, don’t give me the speech, I hate the speech,” Frank complains, leaning forward to grab another Redbull. “Ow, what the hell!” 

He whips his head back to Yo-yo, rubbing down the goose-bump likely to form after getting hit with what had to be a five pound book. 

“Oh, okay, let me sum it up for you in just a few words then: you’re in love with her,” Yolanda dragged the words out slowly, making sure to hit every syllable so that it might get through his thick head. 

“No, come on, Yo-yo, we’re just friends, close sure. But it’s like you and me, we’re friends!”

“Gross, don’t compare whatever freaky shit you and Mel have to us. Look-”

“Oh, here we go.”

“Yes, here we go! You talk about her all the time, you spend 99% of your time outside of the hospital with her, and 100% of your time with her inside the hospital. Hell, if you could get a fellowship specializing in Doctor Melissa King, you’d probably pounce at the opportunity.”

Frank bangs his head against the couch as she says the words, mouthing them along with her, having heard the same monologue from her almost every day.

“I just don’t understand why you won’t go for it,” she throws a handful of popcorn at him and he opens his mouth hoping to catch as much as he can. 

“Look,” he starts between chews, “Mel is amazing, she’s funny, she’s smart, she’s probably the kindest person you’ll ever meet on this green Earth, and if you do the math on all of that, she deserves a hell of a lot better than me.”

“You’re fucking kidding me right? Who are you to decide what’s best for her? She looks like she’s two seconds from jumping your bones every time you walk in the room.”

Frank winces at those words coming from Yo’s mouth, but suddenly he’s getting up and moving to the door. 

“Where are you going?”

“To see if I can get that fellowship in Doctor Melissa King.”

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@kingdonmicrofic | day 7: karaoke | rated: e| wc: 435

warnings: infidelity, nsfw, unedited

“You think you’re so fucking smart for singing that.”

Frank thrusts deeper inside her, her nails digging deeper into the skin of his shoulders. 

His hand presses against the mirror, the other keeping her hips still on the sink beneath her.

Mel nods, the scruff of his beard scratching at her neck as she moans. He swallows it, kissing her suddenly, welcoming every sound from her throat into his mouth.

“You know,” he pulls back slightly, their foreheads stick together, slick with sweat. “When I told Abby,” he pushes back into Mel in tandem with his wife’s name, hoping the entire house heard her whining and begging for him to go faster. “To get that fucking karaoke machine for the party, uh, I did it for you, should’ve known you’d be a little brat about it.”

Mel tries to form a coherent string of words but her mind are with the treacherously slow circles Frank was making around her clit, the small kisses up her neck, the praises he breathed into her mouth as he told her his wife downstairs didn’t take him as well as she did.

He pulls her closer, wrapping her legs more tightly around him making sure she doesn’t back into the faucet, hurting herself. 

“Bet you did it on purpose.”

He covers Mel’s mouth with his hand the bathroom filled with her muffled moans and the sound of their skin slapping together. Keeping his other hand firmly at the small of her back he leans closer into her ear.

“Bet you wanted to make a mess on my cock with my wife downstairs. To fuck you in the same bathroom I share with her, you live for that, don’t you Mellie.” 

His hand goes from her mouth to the back of her head forcing it downwards to look between them.

“Answer me, Melissa.”

Mel clenches around him as he starts pumping into her faster, knowing she’s close, knowing he’s hitting her very favorite spot. 

“Yes, nngh, yes, please, I- I do.” She whimpers, desperate for release.

“Open your eyes, babygirl. Look at the mess you made.”

She stares, mouth open as her hips move to meet his, her head going back in relief as he finally lets her come, her back arching into him, his mouth going to hers drowning out her voice screaming his name.

—

Mel squirms in her seat staring at the happy couple, surely leaving a wet spot through her sundress into their couch. She watches as Frank kisses his wife at the end of their karaoke performance, his eyes open and meeting hers the entire time.

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@kingdonmicrofic | day 11: surprise | rated: t | wc: 429

Grass and the strange smell of manure filled Mel’s nostrils, her face scrunched into a grimace, she tapped on one of Frank's arms around her, covering her eyes. She spent the entire 3 hour car ride blind folded, her heart palpitating in anticipation

“Fraaaaank, where are we?” 

He smiles, carefully leading her from behind, his legs spread a bit unusually gaining some stares from the people around. But he wanted to be sure not to throw her off balance by bumping her knees, knowing with her clumsiness she’d find a way to fall over even with him holding her.

He finally stops in front of the main office, Mel falling back into his chest from the sudden change in momentum, a small surprised oh! escaping her.

“Okay, open your eyes,” Frank uncovers her eyes, his hands going to her shoulders, his face level with hers, his chin almost brushing her shoulder. 

Mel’s eyes blink rapidly adjusting to the light after hours in the dark. “Frank, my glasses.”

“Oh! Shit, wait,” he digs in his back pocket, turning in front of her carefully placing them onto her ears, pushing flyaway hairs back. He takes a moment to appreciate her eyes widening, a small pink appearing along her cheeks.

“Hi,” she smiles shyly, “it’s nice to see you again!” 

He laughs loudly, music to her ears, “You too baby. Okay, okay, back to the surprise.”

He steps to the side to reveal a small barn-like building, a row of three stables in the distance. Right there, front and center, a large horse insignia. 

Mel’s jaw unhinges from place. Her head whips around to her surroundings: ponies, little kids on ponies, horses, instructors leading and teaching people how to not scare them.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” Mel screams, truly, louder than she’s ever raised her voice in public. 

He breaks into a wide grin watching her reaction, the wind knocked out of him as she suddenly tackles him, jumping into his arms. He wraps his arms around her waist, his heart growing five times larger.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! How did you know?”

“Well you mentioned how when you were younger.”

He laughs between the words as she kisses his face, leaving small traces of chapstick in her wake.

“You, Frank Langdon, are truly the best man a girl could ask for.” 

“Well, you couldn’t be a horse girl without ever having ridden a horse.”

“Very, very true.” Mel nods matter of factly, her face bright with joy, the three hours of darkness now all worth it. 

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@kingdonmicrofic | day 6: laughter | rated: e| wc: 388

Mel shrieks, her legs kicking backwards to hit his knees. 

“Frank, stop, you’re getting your gross sweat all over me,” she laughs, swatting at his arms around her waist as he places her back down to the ground. Every Sunday he goes for a run, and every Sunday he’ll find her in the kitchen making pancakes.

He buries his head in her neck, murmuring a teasing, “You know you love it,” into her skin.

She turns to her head to face him, still trapped in his strong-hold. Her hand goes up to intertwine with his hair at the base of his neck, pulling until he looks at her. His eyes are hooded, pupils blown from his run, flitting between her eyes and her lips. 

She stares as a small drop of sweat rolls down from his temple, to his chin dimple, and feels it fall down to her collarbone. 

“Why didn’t you come with me?” He presses a small kiss to her jaw.

“You know I hate running,” she just barely squeaks out as he moves along her jaw, moving to her cheekbone, pressing her tighter against his chest. 

“You much prefer to help me cool down,” he asks, tugging at her braid exposing her neck for him. 

She moans, silenced by his hand pressing at the base of neck as he sucks at her pulse, her legs becoming jelly, his arm still firmly placed at her waist, the only reason she isn’t a puddle on the floor. 

He chuckles as she squirms beneath him, trying to curve out of his arm and turn to face him, touch him. 

“Mellie,” he breathes into her mouth, “be good for me.” His heart swells as she goes instantly still and bites at the thumb he was now pressing into her mouth. He lets her pull his finger into her mouth deeper until her cheeks hollow causing an involuntary groan to escape from his throat. He drags his thumb down her chin, neck, leaving a trail of saliva all the way down to the valley of her breasts.

“I think I can help you cool down much better in the shower,” Mel blinks at him innocently and his laughter fills her ears, traveling all the way down to her core. 

“I think you’re right.”

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flirting on the line

rating: e | 2/2 | wc: ~2.7k

“You are an arrogant, annoying, self-centered, egotistical man. What, you see me interacting with another man, you go into ape mode, you forget that I’m a human being?” “Maybe because you weren’t just talking to him, but planning some fucking bullshit date with him!” Carmy takes two steps forward, his shirt now sticking to his chest, offering a strange cooling sensation travel through his body. Sydney splashes him again and his nostrils flare, “He’s my friend.” “Oh, please, don’t give me that, I don’t fucking buy that shit. Sydney, don’t you fucking splash me–”

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@kingdonmicrofic | day 10: feast | rated: e | wc: 406

warnings: infidelity, nsfw

The cacophony of the Langdon household was deafening. The annual Honors College Feast was a Dr. Langdon special, inviting the entire student body of the exclusive college to his house, sending his wife and kids in a frenzy each and every year. 

Only if you pressed your ear against the pantry door could you hear the faintest of muffled whispers. Only if you forced a rowdy group of university students to be as quiet as mice could you hear the, Melissa, Professor Langdon sighed into her ear.

Mel’s hips lift as his thumb circles around her clit, his fingers pushing in and out of her folds, her pulse in her stomach as her pants quicken to short staccatos. Barely able to pull in a full breath, her head swimming with his proximity to her, the way he knew what she wanted, needed better than she ever could. 

“You’re soaked for me,” he breathes into her neck, her fingers curling into his hair, scratching at his scalp, pulling a groan from his throat. “I watched you the entire dinner, staring at Abby, you feel guilty, baby? Jealous?”

He sucks at the mole on her neck, a loud cry escaping her mouth as she rides his finger searching for more, begging him.

“I’m not jealous,” Mel persists, wondering how she was going to cover the painting of bruises he was leaving on either side of her neck. 

“You’re just getting some extra help from your favorite teacher, isn’t that right?”

She nods, pressing her lips together in effort to be quiet as he showers her with her very favorite praises. 

Most perfect girl.

Best attendance.

My least problematic student – that one always earns him a kiss, long, her mouth always moving slowly along his, her tongue tracing the shape of his lips. Her teeth tugging at his bottom lip, a groan reverberating down her spine. A small string of saliva between them as they break apart, exchanging the air between them, foreheads pressed together. 

His fingers quicken, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, her hips rutting up and down, her chest heaving. Until, finally, he presses at her clit letting her unravel beneath him. 

Only if you watched closely could you see the slightest of shaking and wobble of the pantry door. Only if you were Abby Langdon could you hear the loud, Frank, moaned into the air, to see the slight shaking of the door.

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bad back

rated G | ~1.1k

“Why do I not listen to my beautiful wife more often?” He sits on the floor next to her, memorizing her face, sporting a constant red complexion since she got pregnant, only deepening at his words.

“Shut up,” Mel murmurs, a small smile tugging at her lips and she swats at his hand trying to poke her face, irritated. “You know, it’s really rude that you say that when I’m bloated, round, and can only waddle to get around.”

“Mel,” he says seriously, grabbing her face, smushing it between his hands, forcing her to look at him. “You look absolutely gorgeous, at all times. And you look particularly beautiful like this, never doubt me when I say that.”

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