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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"I wasn't intending to stop," he tells her, words murmured against her lips as he continues, hips moving with every ounce of practise he's ever had.

And it's an act that continues for quite some time, sometimes harder, sometimes softer, but never too much, never pushing too hard, not for this, not for what he's sure she needs. He makes sure to look into her eyes, makes sure to show her just how much he desires her. It's when he kisses her his actions speed, when he kisses her that he seems to lose himself into something so much deeper.

He most certainly doesn't, and nor does she, wrapped up in everything he was giving her, everything she'd been needing all this time. And it wasn't just the sex, but somebody who cared, somebody who wanted to make her feel good. He was giving her all of that, even though he had no need to, not when he'd known her for less than a day.

But then it didn't quite feel that way. There was something in the way he touched her and kissed her that made it feel like they'd known each other far longer. She relaxed in his arms, she trusted every touch he gave her, but she couldn't explain why.

Hours later, she lay there beneath him, breathing heavily, feeling her head spin in the most wonderful way and her body released of the tension it had been carrying for so long. She's relaxed, deliriously so, and she chuckles as she looks towards him, a smile on her face and her hair wilder than ever.

Though she's been brought to a pinnacle more than once in the last few hours, James remains over her, still within her, and still shifting a little. This time though, he's got there too, and the sweat on his brow plasters his hair against his forehead.

As she laughs so too does he, smiling at her before leaning in for a slow indulgent kiss.

"Well, you look like you enjoyed yourself." he says as his body pulls free from hers, glancing down to check the spent condom. He shifts a little, off her, to the side on the bed, waiting a moment before he needs to slip away to the bathroom and discard the used sheath.

"You know you're not half loud once you get going," he teases, playful.

It's all too easy to fall into another kiss, and she makes a soft sound as she reaches up, deepening it for just a moment before she allows her head to fall back. His words make her laugh gently again and she watches as he moves away from her.

"I didn't hear your complaining," she points out just as playfully. If anything, he had rather encouraged it.

"No you did not," he agrees, leaning over to capture her lips once more, a lingering kiss that he somehow tries to take with him as he leans back and slips off from the bed, quickly making his way into the bathroom.

"Didn't your phone go earlier?" he calls back as he discards the condom, taking only a moment before he heads back out, finding one of the plastic cups they used earlier for the terrible wine and going instead to fill it with water. He brings the cup back towards the bed, taking a sip before passing it towards her.

"Here."

Sitting up on the bed, it takes her a moment to remember the phone ringing, but she then very quickly realises who it must be. "Oh my God, Toby!" she exclaims, shuffling off the bed, ignoring the water in the process, before she goes to rummage urgently through her bag. She picks out her phone to find a missed call and a screen of increasingly urgent text messages.

Cursing under her breath, she opens the screen, quickly typing a message to her son to assure him she was fine and to explain the situation with the trains. She also made up a white lie about being out of signal before she drops the phone back in her bag.

"I completely forgot. My son was expecting me ages ago."

"Yeah well I'm sure he'll cope," he says almost dismissively. "You're allowed a night to yourself."

He moves back over to the bed, sliding himself onto the dishevelled sheets, looking over towards her as she rifles through her bag. "Ooh bend over a little more," he says, teasingly. "I should take a picture."

She quickly straightens at his comment, throwing him a look that soon twists into a smile. "Why do you need to take a picture?" she asks coyly as she moves to climb back onto the bed, heading towards him with a knowing look in her eye.

"Trust me, a picture like that would keep me going for a month." After all, it is always enjoyable to have something nice to look at when the urge calls for it.

"Ooh hello," he smirks as she comes back over, and wonders a moment if he won't need to maybe find another of those condoms he purchased.

He reaches out, his hand on her hip.

"You are incredibly sexy," he tells her. "God see look I'm getting all hard again just thinking about you." He isn't lying, his body twitching, if perhaps not quite so much as his words imply.

"Where's that phone?" he says then, referring to hers she just held in her hand.

Melody laughs at his response, much more relaxed now, less uncertain or doubtful of his words. He's helping her confidence, and she's actually able to believe she's as sexy as he describes.

Stopping just in front of him, she glances down expectantly at his words, before back at him with a telling smirk.

When he asks for her phone, she goes to sit down, nodding slightly behind her. "In my bag. Why?"

"Give it here," he tells her, gesturing his hand for her to pass him her phone. "Go on, it's alright, I'm not about to text your son."

She gives him a look that implies just what might happen if he did - painful, that's what - before she pushes up off the bed again. Going back to her bag, she purposefully bends over at just the right angle this time, before she looks back to see his reaction. Smiling widely, she then laughs, hurrying back over to the bed and sitting down again.

"What do you need it for?" she asks, handing it to him.

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He watches her as she bends just so, just for him. A smirk on his face.

"Oh that's it, right there, just like that," he makes an overblown moaning noise, teasing but quite enjoying it too.

There's a grin on his face when she hands over his phone, and he keys away at it, entering a number.

"I'm saving my number," he tells her, looking towards her.

"I'd like to see you again, Mels. If you'd like to see me."

She leans over to watch before he explains when he's doing, and she looks up at him, almost surprised. She hadn't thought about what might happen after tonight. It could've easily ended here, one night of fun, before they both went back to their real lives. She'd never considered that he might want to see her again.

"Oh," she says gently, before she begins to smile, nodding her head at him. "Yes, I'd like that."

"Good," he says, "because I just text myself from your phone." Giving him her number in return. He offers her the phone back and gestures for her to fill the space besides him on the bed.

"Right then," he says, a twinkle in his eye "what say we fit one more in before midnight."

Taking the phone, Melody watches him for a moment, as if awed by all that's just taken place. But he brings her back to attention with that suggestion and she gives a small laugh, shaking her head.

"What? Haven't you had enough for one night?" she teases.

"Oh Melody," he grins, and sits up, reaching out to grab hold of her and bring her in towards him.

"You really have no idea."

But luckily, he intends to clear things up a little.

By the next morning, she most certainly has a better idea, which is perhaps the only reason why she's slept through the whole night with no disturbance. When she wakes, she feels warm and content. It takes her a moment to realise just where she is, and her head slowly picks up off the pillow, her hair strewn over her face. She makes a small sleepy noise as she looks around her, then quickly realising she's laid up again someone, a very naked someone. Thankfully, it all begins to trickle in, and she lays there with some shock for all that's taken place the night before.

In the light of day, quite literally, it all seems a little clearer.

Carefully shifting back a little, she looks up at him as he sleeps, utterly relaxed against her. It's been so long since she last woke up like this, in the arms of another, and she feels herself aching for that. They might have swapped numbers the night before, but it'll remain to be seen if that means anything. She hopes it does, even if that sentiment makes her want to roll her eyes at herself, and she sighs as she lays her chin down upon his chest, looking out of the window and at the grey morning sky.

James doesn't often sleep well, but he sleeps soundly now. At some point in the night his arm wrapped around her, fingers cupping one of her breasts in their sleep. He holds it lazily around her now, moved easily as she turns against him. It's as she settles that he begins to stir. His eyes blink slowly open, squinting as they adjust to the light.

"Hey," he says sleepily. "Morning you."

It's nice to have here there, he thinks. But then he always does enjoy waking up with another. Waking with her.

When she hears sounds of him stirring, her head quickly picks up, giving a soft 'oh' when she realises she's woken him.

"Morning," she whispers, as to not bombard him with sound too early. "Sorry. Did I wake you?" she asks, beginning to lift herself a little, her hand resting upon his chest.

"A bit," he mumbles, frowning as the day starts to dawn on him a little more.

"What time is it?" he asks lazily, as he watches her, a touch amused in his morning daze at just how wild her hair looks. But then after a night like they had, it's hardly surprising.

"Um.." she begins, hesitating before she rolls round onto her back, reaching out for her phone to read the time off the screen. "Just gone nine o'clock." Settling back down on the bed, she sighs, sweeping her hair back from her face. She knows they're going to have to leave soon, return to the normal world. All this, for as wonderful as its been, doesn't seem quite so realistic in the morning light. She doesn't want to get her hopes up.

"I'd better get dressed," she sighs, pushing back the covers and sitting up, stretching in a way that exposes the whole of her bare back to him.

He can't help but watch her, indulge a little in the way she moves. But it's as the time sinks in that he starts to become truly alert again. He pinches his face, pressing his thumb against his eye as he shakes his head.

"Fuck, I should be gone by now. I've got to be at work. We're stocktaking." He had hoped they might have a little more enjoyment this morning, but it seems not to be.

Still tired, he drags himself from the bed and lazily reaches for his clothes, pulling on his underwear and jeans in one go.

"If you tell them about the trains, I'm sure they'll understand," says Melody as she climbs out of bed, going for her overnight case so she could get dressed into her clean clothes. It at least makes her feel a little more prepared for the day ahead.

In the mirror, she tries to make her hair behave, but it remains ever wild, and in the end, she lets it do just that. No clips, just pure curls.

"Yeah I'm not the boss like you, Mels," he says with a wry smile in her direction. "I can't give myself a tap on the wrist." He'd probably be okay, but that doesn't mean he doesn't need to rush. He knows he does.

"Where do you need to get to?" he asks, hopping a little as he pulls his boots on, one after another.

"Sorry, I'd have stopped and got us breakfast or something if I didn't have to get back."

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