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She screwed her eyes shut, the blush that once started in her chest now covered every free inch of exposed skin. Nerves fluttering in her stomach relentlessly.
They were actually going to do this.
Her mind circled back to this morning, she quietly asked him to come outside to the Ambulance Bay. She needed to talk to him privately. This was not the kind of conversation for the crowded break room. Not at all.
His blue eyes grew wide, concerned. Probably trying to figure out what in the world that Melissa King would need to be asking him in private.
He followed behind her dutifully, weaving through the busy ED hub to the bay doors. The brisk October breeze sending a shiver down her spine immediately. Goosebumps coating her arms as she stopped in her tracks and whipped around to face him.
She glanced around the bay throughly to make sure they wouldn’t have any spectators for this.
He stood there patiently waiting, arms crossing across his chest. Lean muscle flexing across them. Great. Now she would really have a tough time focusing.
She shook her head slightly, shaking those thoughts hopefully. She cleared her throat once, her voice coming out hoarse. “Dr. Langdon.”
His eyebrow perked up. “Mel. We know each other.” He sighed. “You’re scaring me.”
She steeled her resolve. Clenching her hands into fist at her side. Here goes nothing.
“I want you to give me….” her voice dropping impossibly low. “… an orgasm.”
He choked on air. Coughing loudly, turning away from her. When he slowly looked back to meet her, his face was perplexing. Eyebrows too high on his forehead, his mouth agape. “Uh… what?” His voice incredulous.
She knew that it was a preposterous prospect. He was very freshly divorced. Like within the past two weeks, and they were strictly friends. But she was wound tight, she had agreed to go out with Shen next weekend. She needed to get this problem solved before then.
“An orgasm. I know you know what that is. You do have two children, so I expected you to be….” She was rambling, she knew it.
He sighed, cutting her off. His hands dragging roughly through his dark hair. “Mel, I know what an orgasm is. Jesus Christ.”
“… experienced.” She finished lamely.
His eyes popped open wide, his hands still lingering in his hair. “But why?”
She groaned, sucking in a deep breath before continuing. Her eyes shutting tight, not daring to meet his eyes for this. “I’m a virgin, Dr. Langdon. I can make myself orgasm fine, but I have never had the experience with a man. Every time that I have tried, I just can’t do it. I freeze up before they are ever inside me and I don’t know why.”
“I have a date next weekend.” She paused, letting out a shaky breath. “I just don’t want to do a bad job.”
“Mel- I….” His words died in the air before he could finish his thought.
She shook her head, her usual braid swinging roughly. Never meeting his eyes, she started to walk away. “Forget I asked. This was a mistake. I can find someone-”
His hand gripping her arm softly, stopping her mid-step. “No. I’ll do it.” Her eyes jerked up to meet his instantly, the bright blue she was used to was gone. A much darker shade appearing now. Weird.
“Really?” A small smile crossing her lips. He nodded curtly but said nothing. Not wanting the silence between them to get anymore awkward, she spoke again.
“Can I come over tonight?” She fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke. Her mom had always told her it was rude to invite yourself over to someone else’s house. But it was hard to think about niceties when there was so much more at stake.
“Yeah, that works. I’m free.” His fingers still on the bare skin of her arm, dragging feather light touches across it. “I can come pick you up, what time works for you?”
“How about nine? It gives me time to shower.” He shuttered slightly as she spoke.
He croaked out a response. “That’s…. perfect. I’ll see you then.” He spun on his heel and pretty much sprinted back into the ED.
Even though the whole conversation was a bit awkward, she had accomplished her goal. Here she was, entering Frank Langdon’s apartment for the first time with the sole reason of having an orgasm with him.
Life can be crazy like that sometimes.
There was an unlit candle on his countertop, she tried to read the label discreetly. There was still a plastic wrapping on top of it. It looked familiar for some reason. Squinting she could made out the words on the front. “Sorry for your loss.” With a PTMC logo under it.
He had stopped and bought a candle at the hospital gift shop. Her heart flipped rapidly in her chest. He didn’t have to do that.
She felt his stare on her from across the room, watching her intensely. When she glanced up, he stood still in the main doorway. Like he was scared to enter his own home, was he scared of her?
“Are you sure this is okay? I can leave if it makes you uncomfortable, Dr. Langdon.” She spoke honestly; sure, their friendship would probably never be the same. But who is to say that couldn’t be a good thing.
He shook his head lightly, his dark strands falling his eyes in that maddening way they always did. “If we are really going to do this, please call me Frank.” His eyes burned in her direction. “I’m fine if you are. I’m more concerned about you.”
She sighed in response. He was going to try and talk her down, she braced herself for his words.
“Mel, if you feel like you have to do something you’re not comfortable with for your date. Is it really worth it?” His voice coated with honesty.
“I don’t have to do anything.” She said more sternly than intended, “I want to do this. I want to have this experience with someone I trust.” She knew that she needed to get out of her head, to let go of the mental struggle she faced anytime she started to get into a sexual situation. Just being scared of the unknown. She needed this.
His steps echoed on the tile floor as he crossed the room to meet her. “You trust me?”
The smell of his aftershave floating in the air, mixing with his wintergreen mint gum. It shouldn’t have soothed her as much as it did. But he had a way of doing that. Almost a sixth sense of being able to just know when she was in trouble and saving her instantly. His eyes watched her patiently as he moved even closer to her, just a few feet from him now.
“More than anything.” She wasn’t lying. She had an unrelenting trust in him that he earned that first day they worked together.
He closed the gap between them, bringing his hands slowly up to cup her jaw softly. His thumb dragging lightly over the rosy skin of her cheek. Taking a deep breath before leaning in slightly, “I’m going to kiss you now, Mel.”
“Okay.” she said lowly. It was all she could think of. All other words evaporated from the storage of her brain. There was no turning back now.
His full lips touched hers softly, a gentle whisper of kiss. So light, she wasn’t sure if she had really felt it at all. That it wasn’t just a figment of her imagination. She pushed her lips firmly against his, making sure that it wasn’t.
It was all he needed.
His lips started to come with a little more force, linger a little longer. Her fingers drifting to the soft hair at the nape of his neck as she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. She had to bite back a moan as his tongue entered into her. He tasted like heaven. An indescribable feeling, she realized he must have felt similarly as he granted her a moan of his own against her mouth.
His rough hands snaking through her braid, gently tugging the hair tie loose. Her hair falling out in slight waves as he combed through it. His mouth never stopping the pursuit of hers.
She could feel the want pooling in her belly. She needed to be as close to him as possible. Bringing her body flush against his, her hands still embedded in his thick mane of hair. His heart thudded loudly against her chest. He was as excited as she was.
She pulled back slightly, looking up at him under her lashes. “Can we take this to the bedroom?”
“Of course, baby.” His voice cooed. She felt her heart fly to her throat. Baby. She wasn’t expecting any kind of pet names during this endeavor. She thought it would be strictly business. But maybe that’s just how he operated.
His hand grasping hers firmly, he stepped in front of her and lead her down the dim hallway to what she assumed was his bedroom. He looked back at her over his shoulder, he looked obscene. His hair stood every direction, his eyes dark and a smirk across his face. He was sexy, and he knew it.
This was an excellent choice.
Turning to face her, he pulled her by the hips against him. Leaning her against the wall right outside his room. He resumed his assault of soft kisses, now on her throat leading up to her jaw. Peppering up to the sensitive skin behind her ear. She trembled as she felt his warm breath against it.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” His voice was comforting, concerned, and the sexiest thing she had ever heard.
“Please quit asking me.” She sighed in his mouth. Frustration building as she felt the undeniable press of his erection against her thigh.
She needed him. Now.
He laughed sharply in her ear. “Now, now be patient. There’s no need to rush.”
Oh shit, had she had said that out-loud? If she had, it was too late to be embarrassed about it now. She grinded slowly against his thigh as his lips moved back down her neck. The friction felt like bliss. She had to be careful, or she would orgasm just from this.
And that would defeat the whole purpose.
He shifted to lift her up to wrap her legs around his waist. Picking her up like she weighted nothing. He had mentioned that he was doing physical therapy for his back. Seems like it was working pretty well, at least to her.
They crossed the small room quickly. He deposited her against the soft blankets of his bed she assumed. Her hands roaming over his back as he slotted between her legs. He returned his attention back to her mouth, delivering desperate kisses to her lips. She felt herself starting to writhe underneath him.
She could feel how much he wanted her. It was hard to ignore. Not that she wanted to.
But like clockwork, the thoughts started to creep in. Fire brandishing her brain. Wiping out all her other feelings, leaving her with fear. Would it hurt? What if she wasn’t any good? What if he laughed at her?
He stilled above her. Lifting his head to meet her eyes. “Mel, you okay?”
She nodded a little too quickly. A little too desperately.
“It’s happening again, isn’t it?” His voice filled with concern. “I think we should stop.”
She started to kiss him almost pathetically. “I don’t want to stop.” Her arms desperately trying to cling tightly to his torso. “I can do this.” He was able to ease her off like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“No.” He scolded. “You don’t have to. You’re not ready, Mel.”
Her voice shook as she spoke. “But I want to, so badly.”
Sitting up at the edge of his bed, right out of her reach. He looked at her with trusting eyes. “I believe you, Mel. I know you want to. But I don’t think you are ready for that yet.”
“What’s wrong with me?” She choked back a sob. Why did it always come back to this? Why did she stand in her own way?
His voice was soft as velvet, “Nothing. Nothing is wrong with you.”
She wanted to cry, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes threatening to leak out at any time. His hand grabbed her foot softly, rubbing up the smooth skin of her leg underneath her pant leg.
“I have an idea, if you are willing to hear it.” He questioned lowly, drumming lightly against her thigh.
Mel nodded slightly, willing the tears to dry. “Yeah, sure.”
His icy stare made her weak in the knees, his voice low as he spoke again. “Instead of me giving you an orgasm, why don’t you give yourself one?”
She shook her head, her tone clipped. “That’s not going to prove anything. I do that all the time.”
“Oh, do you?” His voice was straight gravel.
She nodded, not understanding where this was going. “Yeah.”
His slender fingers roaming a little further up her leg, to the inner crux of her thighs. “Show me.”
Her mouth fell open. “What?”
Removing himself from the bed, he stood up and crossed the room in a few strides. He stood in front of her watching intensely. “Show me…” he pulled his chair out from under his desk, sitting down slowly. “… and I’ll show you.”
Her eyes followed his movements as he quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head. Tousling his hair even more than it already was. He then stepped out of his pants, leaving him just in his flannel boxers in his chair.
Matching his movements, she did the same. Quickly slipping off her sweater and then stepping out of her jeans in succession. Left bare in just her plain black bra and panties. His eyes roaming her exposed form ravenously.
She mirrored the same look back to him, the thick patches of dark chest hair covering his pecs. The muscles of his stomach clenched, the beginnings of a six pack underneath. She wanted to lick the indentations.
He flashed a thousand watt smile in her direction as he leaned to slide his boxers to the ground. Now completely naked before her. Her mouth watering at the sight. His eyes crazed, his hair messy. He was desperately hard and it was because of her. He looked like a God sent down from the heavens. A gift just for her.
It gave her the confidence she needed.
Stripping her panties down her legs, then quickly unclasping her bra and letting it hit the floor unceremoniously. Now they were on an even playing field.
His eye left hers, roaming her body instead. The heat of his stare burning her from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Unreal. Unrelenting. Her desire burned hot in her core.
Her hands drifting from the center of her thighs slowly inward. A feather light caress of the sensitive skin there. Her eyes lifting to meet his as she began to rub small circles on her clit.
But his eyes didn’t meet hers at all, just laser focused on the movements of her hand. She could see his mouth open with a small moan, so low she could hardly hear it over her own heavy breathing.
She let her eyes drift down to his hand, wrapping around his dick firmly, moving his hand up and down slowly. Her breath caught as she seen how his hand looked in comparison. He had something to be proud of it, that’s for sure.
But it made her fingers feel obsolete. Now imagining him entering her in their place. She roughly shoved two of her fingers inside her with a sharp gasp. Moving them in and out with fervor. The sound of her wetness felt like it echoed in the quiet room.
He sucked in a breath. His voice low and heady, “Fuck baby. You’re so wet.” His eyes locked in with hers, a dangerous stare. It made her hair stand on end. “I bet you feel so good.”
His hand picking up speed as it was wrapped around his erection. She almost wanted to stop the building ministration of her own fingers, just to watch him with all the focus available in her body.
His breath became heavier, his chest heaving up and down with deepening effort. He was enjoying himself, she thought. It made her want to enjoy herself more too.
But as always, the closer she came to her release, her mind got away from her. Overthinking every motion, rehashing every doubt.
“Stay with me, Mel.” His low voice coaxing her attention back to him. “Look at me.”
His blue eyes burned bright as the sun. They almost hurt her to look at, they blinded her with his desire. It would be imprinted on her mind until her dying day.
Intensity building with every reentrance of her fingers inside her heat. Her orgasm within reach, she felt her heart about to explode in her chest. The air felt thick with want, the tension enough to set the room ablaze.
The sound of her fingers soaked with her own desire. The sound of his quickening strokes. His panting breaths.
“Stay with me, sweetheart.” He moaned.
She flung her head back in pleasure. Her eyes screwing shut. The feel of her body shaking as she came with an intensity that would be hard to ever replicate.
Her body went still as she collapsed against his soft bed. Physically spent. But she could hear the sound of him calling out her name as he finished himself. His voice ruining her for anyone else, she knew that the second it escaped his lips.
She let out a soft laugh, running her fingers through her hair. “I did it.” She smiled brightly to herself. “I can’t believe I did it.”
The indentation of his body lying next to her caused her to look up and meet his eyes. She was grateful for him. He was able to get her out of her head enough to enjoy herself, in the company of someone else.
His fingers came up to stroke her hair softly away from her face. Her voice gentle as she spoke, letting her fingers graze the divot of his chin. He smiled brightly in response to her touch.
“Thank you… for helping me.” She mumbled as he pulled her into his chest. The smell of him immediately pulling her into a state of utter bliss.
Her fingers playing lazily with the dark patches of hair covering his chest. She could feel his arms wrap tightly around her waist, pulling her even closer to him.
His lips placing soft kisses against her hair, he paused before murmuring towards her ear. “That’s what friends are for.”