songofsong | AU } Maybe in another life, we wouldn't be alone tonight

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AU } Maybe in another life, we wouldn't be alone tonight

Saturdays were always big days, but today, well, it was even bigger.

The World Museum was open to the trawls of parents and children that flooded in every weekend, a spell of bad weather driving in an even bigger amount than normal. What also helped, was the fact that a new space exhibition had arrived on the science level, one that Melody Pond had been angling for some time, and today was the big opening.

It had taken a lot of hard work and a lot of money, but it was finally here, and Melody was practically bursting with excitement as she zoomed around the museum, making sure everything was going smoothly. She'd heard there might be some special guests making a visit later, the kind of special guest that could possibly see her head hunted. Therefore, everything had to be running perfectly.

Passing one of her colleagues, Melody stopped him with a hand on the arm, requesting in hopefully pleading voice that usually got her her own way.

"Malcolm, would you mind standing by for the 3D showing? Just make sure everything goes to plan? Thank you, sweetie."

He was all too happy to oblige, which was why Melody had asked him in particular, and she watched him go with knowing look, unable to feel much happier than she did in this moment. With her hands by her sides, she did a little spin on the spot before she bounced off to continue with her duties, nothing able to wipe the smile from her face.

Everything was going to plan.

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Three years. That's as long as he's existed. As long as James has, at least. He doesn't remember further back, though he wishes he did. His head dips a moment, and then lifts once more.

"Let me guess, just too busy? Or a bit easier if you're keeping people at arm's length?"

"A little bit of both, I suppose," she says, shrugging her shoulders gently as she looks down. "A little bit of something else too." She knows she has her problems, and in all of her relationships, it's been a factor of the break up. Some worse than others, some lasting longer than others. She'd really thought her last relationship was the one, and it had ended in heart break.

"Something else?" he asks gently. He figures she wouldn't have brought it up if she didn't want him to, after all.

"You know you're not alone," he tells her, feeling that perhaps it might help if she's not the only one opening up. "Finding someone who actually gives a shit isn't always as easy as it sounds."

Melody chuckles slightly, but it's a sad sound, and one that doesn't sit right on her. "Oh, I know," she says, for she's realised that time and time again, everytime she's left on her own again. "That's the problem. People say they care about you, that they'd do anything for you, but when it really matters, they just let you down."

"Well I won't let you down," he says gently, reaching out a finger and playfully poking her against her arm. He shoots her a gentle smile, and lets his hand settle down on the bed, close to hers, fingers just a breath from fingers.

"I think you just need to be reminded how great you are."

She rocks just gently as though the poke had been far harder, and she looks back at him with a small smirk. The fact he's listened to her, is something. Being able to say words she's been unable to get off her chest for years. She's grateful for that, and somewhat surprised that someone so young could be so grown up about it.

"Yeah?" she asks at his words, raising her eyebrows slightly and smiling. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" She has her suspicions, which makes her bump her shoulder just gently into his in returned teasing.

Her shoulder against his brings about a wry smile. Knowing.

"Well, I've got an idea or two," he tells her. There's a pause though, before he goes on, "And I know it's not everything. Not going to pretend it is. But you know it can't half be a lot of fun."

And this time it's his turn to nudge her by the shoulder.

He goes on, playful, teasing. "And you know I'm really quite good at it."

She laughs when he says that, a touch embarrassed, but good natured. She's still trying to wrap her head around that, that he actually wants to sleep with her, but he's made himself quite clear. In many ways.

Her eyes glance towards him again, over his shirtless chest and she can't help but smirk a little as she does so.

"Yes, I did get that impression."

His smile grows a little as he catches her watching him as she does. His eyebrows raise in mock shock.

"Melody are you checking me out?" he asks, as if scandalised. "Well I never."

His smile lingers, and his fingers curl slightly, the tips touching against hers.

"What would you like to do?" he asks quietly.

Feeling his fingers touch her own, her eyes glance down for just a moment, seeing how their hands touch each other on the bed. It's a far gentler introduction and she smiles at the change of pace. This is something she's better at. Even if they don't know each other the way she'd prefer, that's not what she needs right now. She just wants some affection, she wants to be adored, and most of all, she just wants to feel good.

"Well, we made it to the bed," she begins quietly, slowly looking up at him again, her eyes trailing over his expression, over the smile his lips hold.

"Mm we did didn't we?" he says, glancing around as though he hadn't noticed.

Though his hand almost touches hers, his other lifts, reaches to the side of her face and tucks a wayward curl back behind her ear.

"Will you spend the night with me, Melody?" he asks. It's what he's asked before of course, but new words, different words. Better words, perhaps.

It's that almost touch that makes her eyes close, her head tilt just gently towards the warmth of his hand. it's that she's missed most of all. The gentleness, the tenderness. Not just the sex. Though, of course, she's missed that very much. But there's no reason why they can't have both?

"Yes," she then agrees softly, opening her eyes so she could look up at him again, a smile forming on her lips.

The one word, one simple word, it warms his heart. He smiles wider still, lighting up his eyes. He's happier than perhaps he even ought to be, as though it means so much more.

It's that too that makes him shift a little on the bed. His hand remains at the side of her face, fingers curled in a little, gently coaxing her head back towards him, and then? Then he leans in and slowly, gently, presses his lips to hers.

Just the very beginning of a kiss.

As he nears, her eyes fall closed, just in time to feel his lips press to hers. There's something better about this, something right about it, and it resonates with her far more than their previous behaviour. There's a familiarity to it that she can't explain, but all she knows is that she wants more, more of this.

With a soft sound, her hand lifts to settle against the side of his face, beginning to encourage the kiss herself. She's more confident now, able to take some control of her own, and what's more, she wants to.

It's strange. As his lips touch hers it feels almost familiar. It feels like something he knows, yet not anything that makes any sense. He pays it no mind, like all those important things he never does.

It's hard not to get carried away with it, and he almost has to hold himself back. Yet even with that, his lips part, deepening the kiss a little. The backs of his fingers stroke back along her neck, falling down slightly as he leans in further against her, close as his kiss grows, deepens. His body feels reawakened, and his trousers constrict once again as his tongue gently rolls against hers, another deepening to the kiss.

She makes a noise of approval as the kiss deepens, it seeming to give her all the encouragement she needs. She presses towards him in turn, her hands moving to rest against the back of his head. It all becomes a little more needful, and she doesn't hold back as she feels his tongue press against hers, returning every touch.

She can feel how his hand wanders, and her body arches slightly towards him, anticipating that touch finding its way across her skin once more.

Kissing her still, he leans her back a little more, coaxing her further onto the bed, further back to lie down. His fingers drift lower, curled, and brush against the edge of her breast, a gentle touch before his whole hand carefully curves around her soft skin, palming her breast as he moans gently against her lips.

The kiss pauses, if only for a moment, his breath hot and heavy. He presses his forehead to hers and smiles. "You have soft lips," he tells her quietly, a touch of a smile audible in his voice. His eyes glance down a moment, looking at her breast against his palm, gripping just a little, brushing his thumb over her nipple as if to test the reaction, eyes back to her to see just what it might be.

She easily follows the recline of her body, her back meeting the bed beneath her. Relaxing underneath him, she sighs at the attentive touch of his fingers, the kiss softening for just a moment. His words make her smile and her eyes open to watch the expression on his face.

"Yeah?" she asks softly, taking a deeper breath when she feels his thumb graze over her nipple, her body shifting just gently. Slowly, her head moves towards his again, this time pressing her lips to his lips, then along the side of his face, letting him feel those lips move further, along the strong shape of his jaw and into the shadow of his neck.

If he were going to reply, the touch of her lips, drifting as they do, stalls that. Instead of words, he lets out an echo of a moan, one that makes him grasp at her breast a little harder. He can't help but have it cross his mind just what else she could do with those lips.

Shifting a little on the bed, his hand falls from her breast as her lips drift his skin. Fingers slip along to her waist and down along the edge of her skirt.

"Can I touch you?" he whispers, mindful still not to do anything without her say.

"If you like," she replies, a hint of humour twisted in her voice, but still some of that uncertainty, that disbelief that he even wants to. But she's steadily being proven wrong.

Her confirmation makes him smile, and his hand settles on her thigh, slipping upwards and under her skirt. He doesn't waste time in bringing his touch between her legs, still over her underwear and tights as he rubs his fingers against her, knowing how close he is, knowing the delicacy of the skin just a short layer away.

Perhaps it's a good thing that the layers remain between them, because just on that touch alone, Melody gasps, her back arching instinctively into his fingers, of which somehow still feels so pronounced. A hand comes up to grip at his shoulder, needing to hold on somehow as her body shifts again without quite meaning to.

As his hand moves against her he can't help but press his hips towards her a little, the pressure there tight and desperate for more. His touch doesn't last long as it is, though, needing so much more. His fingers move once again, drifting back higher and curling around the edge of her tights and underwear too. With a shift of his hand he's pulling them down a little, and pushing his hand under the fabric, his palm curved to the shape of her body as his fingers find the space between her legs, warm and damp against his touch.

"Oh you're wet," he whispers quietly, softly, his voice thick with desire.

When she feels his hand ascending, she knows what he's planning on doing, and she can barely prepare herself when she feels his fingers sliding down between her legs, pressing against her body. Her eyes close tight and her head falls back, one hand going to grab needlessly at the skirt that's now pushed up around her waist.

"Oh, God," she manages to breath, her body still trying to push against his, her trying to maintain some semblance of self control.

He feels her give in to it a little. Maybe some of those nerves melting away to this instead. And hearing that noise from her lips? It's a heady feeling.

He leans himself up a little, watching her face as he starts to move his fingers against her, small circles against her skin, her underwear still in place holding his hand close to her skin.

"You like that?" he asks, voice still deep and thick. "That's it." He encourages, as he notices her legs seem to part on their own a little. His fingers move slowly, exploring, rubbing gently against her most sensitive of places.

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