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Mel strongly dislikes nightshift. Not only is her sleep-schedule shot for the foreseeable future, she can’t see Becca as much and Frank is still on days. Still, making sure Samira could deal with her mother's health scare was well worth her two-week stint on Abbott’s realm.
The apartment is quiet. Becca is in the center until Tuesday and Frank (masochist) leaves for his 10-mile run everyday at 5am, come hell or high water.
She showers perfunctorily, sighing in relief at getting the hospital smell out of her skin.
The tail end of summer is still too hot for a hoodie, so Mel settles for a cute silken pajama shirt laying on the top drawer. The other half is nowhere to be found. She could fish in for the bottoms, or she could not. Just go to sleep exactly like this.
A little thrill zaps her when she forgoes the underwear too and slides under the covers, burying her face in the pillow.
The smell of lemon and bergamot assaults her senses and Mel takes a deep, calming breath. Frank always makes sure to change the sheets before he leaves, so she can sleep on clean linens after a shift. Even if it means doing triple the amount of laundry every week.
She dozes off almost immediately, listening to the ticking old clock and the sounds of Pittsburgh rising outside her door.
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The click of the door unlatching pierces her restful slumber, the sound followed immediately by soft cursing while Frank surely trips on Becca’s new purple rain boots by the door. Mel smiles, swimming in and out of consciousness, delighted by the noises of him moving around her space.
A door closes. Heavy footsteps on the kitchen linoleum. Something rustles in the living room. The shower starts and stops. Soft humming sounds drifting beneath her door.
A soft towel-flap sound, footsteps lighter now, bare feet padding across the floor.
A hazy, inordinate time later, she feels him close. The air is warm, carrying in the clean, damp scent of soap and skin. It was way too hot under the blankets, but Mel never felt safe enough to fall asleep unless she was under the covers.
Except from when she passed out from exhaustion, sweaty and sated, wrapped in Frank’s arms.
She felt the press of lips against her hair. Her cheek. The mole on her right shoulder. The sweet spot beneath her ear. Mel drifted again to the feeling of his hand petting her hair, a cold nose inhaling on her damp nape.
She startled softly when he licked the sweat from the dip of her back until the center of her shoulder blades. She hadn’t felt him lift the shirt.
“You taste so good, sweetheart” his voice was deep and gravelly, muffled by the duvet.
He blew gently along the path his tongue had just traced, the sensation tightening her nipples and sending shivers down her spine.
He wasted no time sneaking a hand under her, caressing her belly and moving up to her chest, playing with her breasts. His fingers dipped inside the loose fabric, gentle against her pebbled nipple, sliding in steady, circular motions.
She let out a choked noise, squirming a little to rub herself against the comforter.
He chuckled airily, one hand petting her sides lovingly and the other sliding down to cup a hand between her legs. Humming at her shoulder, Frank wasted no time running his thumb firmly through the wetness of her cunt. He pressed against her clit, practiced and confident motions setting off a pool of heat in her stomach.
Her head was spinning, still trapped halfway through muddled sleep and hurtling towards satisfaction at the same time.
The hand on her side disappeared again, his forearm going taut around her waist until her sluggish brain got with the program and she perched on her knees, posed to him.
Frank dived down in a rush and bit her asscheek, mouthing against the mark sloppily.
“No underwear? You are such a good girl. Can you hold still for me?”
She nodded, chin digging into the pillowcase. The citrusy smell tingling on her nostrils mixed with the heavy scent of his sandalwood aftershave.
She couldn’t see him at all and her arms were trembling a little, but his hold on her hips (when did he move again?) was grounding, big hands digging in her sides.
He pushed into her with no warning or hesitation, a single smooth thrust that shut the rest of her mental faculties down in a single swoop. His balls slapped against her ass wetly. It was so dirty. She loved it.
Frank started to move inside her immediately, setting a repetitive, relentless pace from the get-go.
“Baby, I missed you so much. Walking into the hub every day and not seeing you on the floor is the worst part of my day”.
She knew the feeling a little too well, back from those 304 days adrift. Sometimes she would chart in the station closest to the entrance, positioning herself in front of the double doors —ridiculously—,looking up every five minutes and hoping he would just come in and tell her she was good, that it was all a misunderstanding and he was back for good, never to abandon her again.
He was here now, taking her so forcefully the fitted sheets were coming off the corners. She couldn't understand half of what he was babbling, too lost in the swell of her own pleasure and the rhythmic slap of their bodies colliding. He changed the angle suddenly, canting her hips higher and hitting a spot that made her bite her tongue sharply.
It didn't take long after that. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, blindsiding her senses.
Mel blacked out for a couple seconds or maybe fell asleep again, collapsing splayed out on the bed, knees aching.
Frank moaned long and loud, feeling the clench of her body around his cock. He pushed his forearm face up across her pillow, urging her to press her forehead hard against the skin of his wrist.
After, he laid down on top of her gently, boxing her in completely.
Surprisingly, the movement hadn’t dislodged them, and Frank pulled out almost all the way through, then pressed roughly back in, filling her so fully. He kept sliding out and thrusting back in to compensate for the lack of traction this position afforded them, whispering a dirty litany against the back of her neck.
The overstimulation sent sparks behind her eyelids, vision going colorful and static, mind fuzzy and slow moving, trapped in the cocoon of his body and their sheets.
It seemed like ages, but surely only a couple of minutes passed until he came with a drawn-out sigh, resting his head against hers and murmuring praise against the back of her head, lacing their fingers together sweetly.
Her legs were still trembling from the aftershocks, come leaking from her cunt between her thighs, ruining their clean sheets.
Her entire body was tingling, floating above towards the ceiling.She almost drifted again, before the alarm cut sharply through her dreamspace.
“Fuck. No time for another shower before going in.”
Mel smiled.
Good. She hoped their colleagues would smell her sweat on his skin.