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It was unsettling, really.
Mel turned over in her own bed, apparently unable to find a comfortable position for sleeping. Her brain was whirring with a million thoughts per minute and she could hear her heartbeat echoing inside her ear canal as she laid on her side.
Her nighttime routine was followed to perfection, she put her phone on her dresser one hour before bed, she read a chapter of her current book of choice (chronicles of neurodivergent people in various professions), she drank her valerian root tea and then she brushed her hair before finally laying down.
Except now it had been almost two and a half hours since she put her phone away, she'd read an additional 10 pages of her book and had to get up to pee three times now. And every time she laid down again her bed is either too hot or too cold, or her pillow wasn't fluffy enough or was too fluffy. It was nightmare, really, and she has to be up in a couple of hours. Even if she didn't need a lot of sleep, she still needed some of it to be able to function properly, she's always been a bit scared of the side effects of sleep deprivation specially considering her career choice.
She turned over again, facing the cream colored curtains that framed her window, there was a pale glow coming from outside as it was a full moon night. More than once she was advised on getting black out curtains but she didn't like being completely immersed in the dark. Even if she hated bright places, full darkness was just as unsettling,
Her phone buzzed behind her, there were only a handful of numbers she allowed to override her nightly do not disturb settings. But since it wasn't a call it couldn't be from the hospital, so it was either Becca or Frank.
Becca was traveling with Adam's family, they were in Portugal while Mel was struggling to fall asleep in Pittsburgh, she tried to do the math for the timezone in her head but wasn't able to despite the constant stream of thoughts drifting through the crevices of her brain. Mel sighed as she got up to fetch the mobile, her frustration decreasing slightly as she saw it was a text from Frank.
Capt. Scurvy
I can't sleep.
Mel
Me either. I have done everything like I always do, but I can't turn off my brain.
Capt. Scurvy
Everything? You sure?
She smiled as she settled back in bed, her teeth biting a small portion of her lower lip. It was true, there had been a new variable in her nighttime routine for the past 2 months now. Her and Langdon have been doing this weird dance for over a year, it was uncanny how quickly she got attached to him after her very first day at the Pitt, how lonely she felt in the 10 months following that when he was away and how weird it was coming to terms that she didn't just admired him as a professional peer but she had a full fledged crush on him, with conflicting feelings since he was still (technically) married. And upon Frank's return on that 4th of July, learning that he also nurtured similar feelings towards her was exhilarating.
Mel was actually embarrassed to tell anyone how she felt once she learned he was officially divorced. She would be mortified if people knew what Frank Langdon, senior resident at PTMC, had been doing to her for the last 8 weeks.
Heat crept up her face and spread throughout her body, the now familiar tingling sensation in her lower belly and crotch. Her phone buzzed somewhere on her bed, it slipped from her grip as she lost herself in thought. Frank's nickname popped up on the screen, she changed his id after his first shift back after rehab, their little inside joke always made her smile.
"Frank?" her voice not louder than a whisper, her stomach already doing somersaults inside her.
"Hi baby." his voice was low and velvety, he sounded slightly out of breath. Mel closed her eyes, trying to picture him in bed with her instead of laying down alone in a unreliable hotel bed in Maryland. "Why can't you sleep?"
He was always so thoughtful, so concerned about Mel's well being. It was endearing how often he'd check on her while they where both at work, how he would always let her pick the movies they watched and even the food they ordered and look perfectly content with anything she chose.
"I don't know" she whined, it wasn't usual for her to behave like that but something shifted in her brain anytime she was with him that simply turned her into that spoiled brat, she knew that if she even hinted at a pout the man would already be crowding her with worried eyes asking her what she needed, what he could do… It was cute, but she also liked when he took a look at her and then got this resolved looks on his face and promptly got to action without many words. "I did my full bed time routine but my brain won't stop."
"Poor thing." he cooed and she knew that if he was there he would be peppering kisses all over her face, his strong hands pressing on her arms or her waist.
"What about you? Are you worried about the conference?"
Frank and Robby had been invited to present a paper they had co-written on Addiction and Mental Health on Emergency Medicine at Johns Hopkins' annual conference where doctors and students gathered to discuss the human side of practicing medicine. Physicians would present panels and host round tables regarding ethics, the fine line between empathy and detachment or the toll of dealing with death and sickness daily could have on healthcare professionals. That paper was a way of both men mending their relationship while dealing with their own shortcomings and, from the looks of it, it worked.
"Nah." Frank huffed. "I just really fucking miss you."
A surprised gasp escaped Mel's lips, she was still not used to him being so straightforward, even if he had been like that since their first kiss.
"I miss you too."
Mel could practically hear him grinning from the other side of the call. They had been away for merely three days now and Frank would be back by Sunday night, still, being apart for a full week felt like a month since they were so used to seeing each other every single day.
"What did you do to help you fall asleep?"
"The usual… no phone 1 hour before bed, read my book and then drank my valerian root tea."
"And when it didn't work?"
"I read a bit more."
Frank huffed again but this time it was different. He wasn't annoyed, he was never annoyed at her, but it felt like he saw something Mel was overlooking and he wanted her to see it too.
"Babe, why don't you check your bedside table? There's something in the drawer, isn't there?"
Realization landed on her face in the form of wide eyes and withholding her breath. The heat that had dissipated started building again. As she pushed herself to sitting and angled her body toward the edge of the bed, she hesitated before pulling the drawer open and reaching to the very back, her fingers closed around a silk bag as she smirked.
A dildo fell off once she loosened the string and turned it upside down. She got it as a "gift" from a few classmates in college as they were sure she was still a virgin despite being in her early 20s. Mel found the package in front of her dorm room on her second year of med school, a post it note said it was a gift and it should be used for practice.
Truth is she wasn't, but she felt uncomfortable talking about such a personal experience so openly. When the classmates asked her if she got the parcel she smile and thanked them because, at the time, she thought they were trying to establish a friendly bond. Except their disappointment was obvious even for Mel, who usually struggled to understand the undertones of quite a few exchanges. Still, her smile didn't falter and the gift ended up being handy as it added new possibilities to her masturbation routine.
Frank had found it on the third time they slept together. She remembered it all too well.
"What are you suggesting, Frank?"
"Put the phone on speaker and let me hear you play with yourself."
Mel bit her bottom lip. She never had phone sex before but she wasn't completely put off by the idea, so she obliged. Once the phone was on speaker she placed it by her nightstand and took her glasses off, she didn't need to see to know what to do.
"What are you doing now?" Frank asked in a low voice but it felt too far away. Mel snapped her eyes open, an idea popping into her head.
"I'm getting my earphones. I want to hear your voice inside my head."
A hoarse laugh echoed through the call.
Once she was all set, Mel closer her eyes and relaxed her body, feeling her weight sink her down on the mattress and pillows. Her hands slid from her chest, down to her belly where she raised the hem of her shirt a little before her fingers grazed the waistband of her shorts.
A small gasp left her lips as she breached her own underwear, her fingers were always so cold, she wished to feel Franks always warm hands on her body instead.
"Frank my hands are cold." she whined as her ring and pointing fingers spread her labia.
"It will warm up soon, honey. Circle your clit for me."
Her middle finger found the bundle of nerves that sit between her folds, circling her finger pads while playing with the pressure as she felt her body relax, Mel sighed.
"Feels good." she moaned. "Miss you."
"I'm right there with you, Mel." Frank sounded breathless, was he touching himself too? "How wet are you?"
"Only a little."
"How about we go a little faster? A little harder?"
She obliged again, her whole mid section contracted with the increase in the stimulus. She called Frank's name, feeling her fingers getting warmer as the minutes passed.
"I'm here, baby. Can't you feel me? Hovering over you, kissing all over your neck and chest, sucking on your tits."
Mel could almost feel it, his body weight over her, emanating warmth and putting a delightful pressure on her body. She felt his lips brushing on her skin, his tongue licking strips on her neck, his big hand closing over her breast, playing with her nipples.
"I'm so wet, Frank." she dug her middle finger inside her entrance, feeling the natural lubrication of her body wetting her underwear.
"Take off your shorts and panties Mel, show me how wet you are." his lustful whispers were all Mel could hear as she pulled her bottoms down and kicked it off the bed. "Where's your little toy?"
Her hands felt around her bed for the dildo, it was by her hip on her right side. Fingers closed around the silicone and she pressed it on, it started to vibrate.
"Give your fingers a rest, rub it on your clit." a wet sound was mixed with Frank's voice, he was definitely touching himself too. This realization made Mel smile, no amount of distance could really make them feel apart from each other.
As the vibrating silicone tip touched her clit, Mel cried loudly and Frank hissed at the sound. She twisted and slid the dildo up and down between her labia, coating the silicone with her own fluid.
"Frank, can I put it in?" she asked after a few minutes, she could few her entrance gaping with pleasure, begging to be filled.
"Do it, honey. Let me hear you as you do it."
Mel adjusted her grip and aligned the tip of the dildo with her entrance, as she pushed the toy inside she allowed herself soft moans and gasps between calling out her boyfriend's name. She could feel the vibrations throughout her body as she pushed it all the way inside her cunt.
"God baby, your pussy is so wet I could hear it going inside as if it was my own dick." Frank growled, his own breath as irregular as ever. "Now wait a few seconds, I don't want you to come too soon, ok? Take your time, I know you like it when I go slow."
"Frank…" Mel whimpered, her free hand pressing down on her neck, scratching her own skin because she couldn't scratch Frank's back. She was on the verge of overstimulation already.
"I know, honey. Pump it, slowly, count with me…"
She pulled the dildo almost all the way out as Frank counted slowly to three and then pushed it back in as he counted down. Every muscle in her body contracted with pleasure as she moved, Frank always added a praise between his counts, like how he loved the sounds she was making, how well she listened to him, he also asked if she was feeling good to which she moaned or whined instead of uttering actual words.
"Frank…" she called out to him, her wrist moving in circular motions, the vibration making her insides throb. "I wanna come."
Frank hissed inside her ear, the ruffling sound of his own movements meant he was close.
"Hang on a little more, baby." he pleaded after a couple of seconds. "Want to go harder?"
"Yes"
She increased the speed of her own motions, in her frenzy she clicked the button again and the vibration became stronger and she cried out with the sensation. Frank's suffocated grunts echoing inside her ears as he called out her own name mixed with other profanities threw her over the edge before she could control it.
Mel was panting as she felt her own cum sliding down the dildo, she pressed it off and pulled it out, wincing as she felt sensitive.
"Well fuck, I can't believe we just had phone sex." she chuckled, finally opening her eyes to see the mess she made out of herself.
"Doesn't beat the real thing, but it was good right?" Frank was breathless too. She could almost feel his warm breath on her neck, like he was laying on his side to check in on her like he always did. "Are you ok, honey?"
"Peachy. But you're not here to clean me up."
A pout formed on her lips, Frank always let her come down from her orgasms as he got a wet towel to clean Mel and then she'd eventually get up and pee but today she'd have to do it all by herself.
"I'm never accepting any invitations to go out of town without you again."
"Of course you are, the work you're doing with Robby is very important." Mel yawned as she said 'very important' and Frank chuckled.
"You should go clean yourself and then get some sleep, Mel."
Her eyes were already heavy with sleep when she hummed in agreement, her body was limp and Frank's deep voice on her earphones made her feel safe.
"Thanks for your help, Dr. Langdon."
"Anytime, Dr. King."