Sliding into Home (A Frank Adler AU x MLB)

Take Your Niece to Work Day

Soft skin. 

Wet lips. 

A needy moan. 

"Frankie..."

She was there, her beautiful body underneath him. 

Abby. 

He kissed the delicate skin of her neck as he rocked inside of her. "God Baby, you feel so good." 

She gripped his back harder. "Don't stop Frankie, don't stop." 

"Never Cricket. I love you." He kissed her lips softly, muffling her cries. 

"I love you too."  Her back arched as Frank hit that spot inside her. "There," she cried. 

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me Cricket?" 

"Please Frankie," she moaned. 

"Let go for me Abigail," he ordered in a low voice. "I got you, cum for me." 

Her eyes shut as bliss took over.  "Frankie..."

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

"Fucking shit!"

Frank bolted up, sweat across his brow.  He looked down at the mess on his abs. Fuck, he muttered.  It was the fourth night in a row that he had dreamt about her and released his load.  He laid back against the pillows as he tried to calm his heart.  Seeing Abby holding Mary had broken the hold he had on himself. He had tried not to think about her in the last five years but now, now he couldn't stop. Wet dream after wet dream about his girl. Fuck. Not his girl anymore.  After a few moments, he got up and cleaned up, got dressed and made Mary breakfast. 

It was just the two of them for the next couple of days as Scott headed back to Boston for a family reunion.  Except Frank forgot and had no sitter for Mary while he played. After talking to his coach and manager, the Dodgers agreed to have a suite set up for Mary and have an attendant watch her. 

"Why can't I just stay home?"

"Because you're nine."

"I'll be nine tomorrow too." 

"And tomorrow will be the same." 

"Frank..." she whines. 

"Mary," he replies in the same tone as he makes the turn into the players parking lot. 

She crossed her arms.  "You're not funny." 

Frank cracked a smile. "Not true." He pokes her side to get a giggle. "Got you laughing." He parks and they get out, with Frank grabbing his bag. 

Holding hands, Mary swings as they walk. "Can we have burgers after?"

"Sure. As long as I get a good report on you Nug, then we can get whatever you want. Food wise," as he sees a look in her eyes. 

She pouts. "But we need a dog." 

"We don't need a dog." 

"You're never home so how would you know?"

"That's low," he replies. "I'm working." 

"You're playing baseball.  That's not working. That's fun." 

Frank looks down at her and sighs. "That's fair.  I'll think about it ok?"

As they walk in, a woman approaches. "Mr. Adler?"

"Yeah?"

"Sorry I'm Cissy Roberts. Mr. Phelps sent me to watch Mary during practice and the game." The woman was shameless as she checked out Frank, he eyes drifting over his arms and down to his loose jeans.  She looked back at his face and smiled. She then looked at Mary. "Your daughter is beautiful."