jen's mel king/frank langdon fic recs

mel king/frank langdon

• 2:00 AM by spqr “I don’t understand why you’re letting that asshole crash at your place,” Santos says, flopping back on the couch in the break room. “Seriously, Mel. There's a reason his wife kicked him out.”
• touch my body tender by griffenly (They’re rounding a corner when, without any real thought or preamble, she suddenly says, “You’re, like. Good at sex. Right?”)
• can i ask you a question by lottiecrabie (And then Santos says — because of course she does, of course they would, of course it’s her fault — “And Langdon would be awful in bed, of course.” Mel blinks. She somehow hadn’t expected them to get to Langdon, although she acknowledges it’s quite ridiculous of her to not have seen it coming considering the list of male coworkers they were rapidly striking. It’s just — well, Langdon isn’t exactly just a coworker to her, but also a friend. Someone she sends medical memes to and facetimes and watches bad movies on her couch to decompress, someone who pays for her coffee when she’s not looking and talks her down from the egde of a spiral and has met Becca. He’s — He’s Frank to her, and it’s weird to— talk about him that way. Extremely inappropriate, beyond what HR demands. Still, Mel thinks she should defend his honor, and notes, “I think you might be letting your biases influence your judgment.” or mel can't stop thinking about how frank's like in bed, and decides she should really just ask him)
• they'll hang us in the louvre by cealesti (It's just — every time he walks in, a skip to his step like he's still surprised he's allowed to be here — all she can see is his new key-chain jiggling against his keys, a gift he'd shown to anyone willing to look; Tanner made it himself, Abby let him give it to me for my sobriety anniversary. No, he doesn't know that's why, he's five. Isn't it great? And it is, she'd thought — said — absently. He fought so hard to keep his relationship to his children, to his now ex-wife, even as he went through the motions of rehab and recovery and constant HR meetings and random piss tests everyone conspicuously pretended weren't happening. He'd fought so hard, of course it's great. Or it would be, Mel thinks, ducking away with lukewarm coffee in hand, if she didn't know the image of that key-chain like the palm of her hand. Or, rather, like the soulmark on the back of her knee. [or: soulmateism made literal])
• a night to remember by novaschips (In hindsight, Mel should have seen it coming. She was already so sensitive, and Frank was not letting up - she was still a bit terrified if he could even breathe under her - so. Her third orgasm of the night took her by surprise, her body reacting accordingly, and there was a sickening crack and a muffled yelp of pain coming from Frank. Or: THE SEX INJURY FIC BABEY)
• It's Dr. Mel King, Mrs. Langdon if you're nasty by shedelulululu (Faking not being married is one thing; she was strict about being professional at work, she had lectured Frank at length about not calling her any nicknames, no touching beyond what was absolutely necessary, and that he couldn’t treat her any different than anyone else. That wasn’t actually what was bothering her in this moment. or: it's season 1 of the pitt but I asked the brave question of what if Mel was Abby the whole time.)
• The Bet by bibliophile232 (There's a new bet making the rounds in the Pitt: are Dr King and Dr Langdon dating? ------- “Is there a bet about whether Dr Langdon and I are dating?” she asked Santos, who was studying the board in direct violation of Dr Robby’s rule against cherry picking. “Aww,” Santos said, sticking her thumbs into the elastic band of her scrubs, and rocking back on her heels. “Who told? Whitaker? Javadi? It was Javadi, wasn’t it. Damn. This is why they shouldn’t let prodigies join the workforce.” “Why is there a bet about whether Dr Langdon and I are dating?” Mel hissed. “Duh,” Santos said with an eye roll. “You turned up in the same car this morning.” “Oh,” Mel said, relieved. “That’s all? But we’ve been car pooling for months. We’re neighbours.”)