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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"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."

"Well, if you need anyone to vouch for you, let me know," she offers, though it's evident the trains had been an issue, so she only hopes he doesn't get into too much trouble.

Pulling on her coat, she fastening up the buttons, then making a grab for her handbag. "Oh, I'm just heading home," she replies. "But I'll head to the station, get a cab back."

He pauses a moment as he turns to look at her, wondering how in the time he's shoved on jeans and a tshirt, she's somehow managed to make herself look put together. Maybe it's part of that whole sexy older woman thing she's got going on.

It makes him smile. "Alright then," he nods. "I'll walk with you."

And on that, he scoops up his leather jacket and slips into it, making for the door and holding it open for her.

With one last shake of her hair, Melody steps on out of the hotel room, looking back at him with a small smile. She realises now this are the last few moments which they can truly spend together, before it's back into the big wide world, and back to the lives they had put on hold, if just for one night.

Out on the street, the rain has let up since the night before, and they can walk along without concern as they retrace their steps back towards the train station, where the taxis line up outside to await punters.

"Well, then," she says as she steps up onto the kerb, pulling her overnight case up after her. "I hope you're not waiting around too long for your train. They're fairly frequent from here, though."

He comes to a stop as they reach the taxi rank, turning back towards her with a slow smile.

"I really enjoyed last night, Mels," he tells her warmly. "I hope you did too. Look, you've got my number, so text me, yeah? If you come down my way, send me a message or give me a call. I meant it last night when I said I'd like to see you again."

He would, he really would, in fact the thought he might not is almost disconcerting. He doesn't want to have to think about it, so he pushes that thought aside.

"Yeah, me too," she admits, with something of a shy smile. It was a memory that would certainly stay with her for some time, and not just because of the nature of their meet up. He was memorable for many reasons.

When he reiterates that he wants to see her again, her eyebrows lift hopefully. "Oh! Yes! Yes, that would be nice," she replies, nodding at him. More than nice, but it'll remain to be seen.

"Thank you, James," she then says, her smile turning a little more sincere. "Honestly. Last night was.. really good." Good in many ways.

He can see a warmth in her eyes that wasn't there before. It's as if she's let herself go in a way she needed. He won't credit himself with that, but perhaps he can allow himself at least a part of it.

It's then, that quite without warning, and quite without care, he leans in, his lips to hers, capturing her in a long and slow kiss that lingers a moment or more.

"Be seeing you around, Melody."

She hadn't quite expected him to kiss her, so there's little stopping him when he moves down towards her, taking her lips in an indulgent kiss that brings back all the memories of the night before. For a moment, the station around them blurs into nothing, and she's ready to pull him back in for another. But when their lips part, she remembers just where they are, and she can't help but blush a little at the public nature of that kiss.

"James!" she whispers, looking flustered, but smiling nevertheless. She bites into her lower lip, giving him another look before she laughs to herself, shaking her head and turning away to go and get into the next available cab. Once she's inside, she can't help but look back, and she gives a shy wave through the window.

Her gentle chiding brings a wide smile to his face, and the way he sees her bite her lip makes him want to lean in and kiss her again. He doesn't though, rather standing there and watching her get in the cab, not heading off into the train station until he sees the car disappear from view.

On the train, he wonders if that's that. But he hopes it isn't, he hopes she doesn't too. He'd understand why, of course. Part of him suspects that as time wears off, she'll sink back to thinking it'd be a folly to contact him, silly to imagine such a thing. Because that's how she was, isn't it?

So about an hour into his train journey, he pulls his phone out and sends a text message.

Really glad those trains were cancelled last nite

As the distance between them grows, Melody does begin to wonder if they'll really stay in touch. While they're together, it's the most obvious suggestion, but apart, back in their normal lives, is it really going to happen? He's asked her to text him, but she's told herself to give in a couple of days. She feels by then both of them will know what they want. But she's stood in her kitchen, nursing a cup of tea, when she hears her phone go off with a text.

Heading over to it, she's expecting Toby, he's the only one who ever really texts her, so she's surprised to find James' name flash up on her phone, his full name too. Probably about time she knew that.

Considering the screen for a moment, she checks the time. He can't have arrived into London yet, and already he was texting her. She smiles to herself at the thought, and begins typing her reply.

Me too. Had a really nice time.

To kiss or not to kiss? She hesitates for a moment, before deciding they've already done a lot more than that, and so a small 'x' is tapped on to the end of her sentence.

James doesn't reply to that message, but he's glad that he can, glad to know he can. It feels oddly exciting, like something he can't quite quantify, the beginning of something exciting. It makes him feel good.

But as he gets back to London, and across it, back to home, it would be so easy to forget. Easy to put things behind him. But he doesn't want to do that, not with her, and as he's at work, scanning new CDs and DVDs, he finds his mind drifting to the previous night, to the noises she made and that little dimple on the small of her back. More than once, it takes his boss telling him to snap out of it. It's not like him to get so lost in his own thoughts.

He's not going to be that guy though, not going to hound her. After all, she's a grown woman, she's probably already forgotten all about him.

Still, he doesn't really stop thinking, and it's the Tuesday night, when he's walking home from work, pulling out his phone to play his music, that he decides to text her again. Something simple, something short.

Hi how's work

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