SuspiciousFerret
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Trinity tilted her head to the side with a curious look at Mel. She did this sometimes when she realized there was some fundamental knowledge about social rules that Mel didn’t have. It happened more often than Mel would’ve liked. “That’s kind of why people flirt, Mel. To figure out if someone likes you back without having to say it outright.”
“Oh.”
Trinity leaned closer to Mel with a mischievous grin. “Is there someone you’d like to test the waters with?”
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OR: Mel decides to try flirting with Frank.
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There was always this undercurrent between them that now threatened to pull her under the waves. No restraint from his side and no inhibitions on hers. A countdown winded down on a bomb that could implode and wreck everything. But still, she let it tick.
Until it went off.
”I didn’t know you knew how to ride like that …” His voice was deep and low as his eyes locked into hers. A double entendre that she immediately recognized as his fingertips gently brushed her thigh. “…horses, I meant.”
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Mel thought she knew all of Frank’s different voices — the professional one he uses when talking to his patients, the loving/worried/cajoling one he uses when talking to his kids, the soft one he uses just for Mel — but his voice sounds so different now, so much deeper and rougher. Mel didn’t know he could sound like that. Her mouth goes dry and she squeezes thighs together reflexively, pressing her ear harder against the wall.
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The walls between Frank's and Mel’s apartments are very thin, leading to some interesting new discoveries.
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“I know you think I am crazy, but you have to agree that it kinda looks like Mel.” The words had been spoken barely above a whisper by Dennis Whitaker to his friend/roommate, Trinity Santos, as they stood in the nurse’s hub. Apparently, neither of them had noticed him approaching them from behind, Langdon mused. He watched as Whitaker held out his phone so Santos could look at what he was showing her.
“I still think you’re crazy, Huckleberry,” she scoffed. “Or, maybe your long sexual drought is causing pornographic hallucinations.”
Now this conversation had piqued Landon’s interest. Why on Earth were they talking about Mel and Whitaker’s apparent lack of sex in the same conversation?
Santos grabbed Whitaker’s phone from his hands with the precision of a sleight-of-hand magician and held it out for Langdon to look. She gave a little laugh, and with an evil smile, she explained. “Oh, our resident pervert here found an OF account that he thinks looks like our own little Mel-ancholia.”
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Mel offers her spare room to Frank after he’s served with divorce papers. When she refuses financial payment, they come up with another—mutually beneficial—arrangement.
Or, the roomies free use fic.