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

[songofsong]

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.

Comments

[bowtimeandspace]

Sleeping? It almost confuses him, but then he checks the time and realises.

fuck yeah its late sorry. been at a gig just got in

[songofsong]

That doesn't quite explain why he's texting her, so she cautiously sends a reply.

Is everything alright?

[bowtimeandspace]

James shifts on the bed a little, his next reply isn't so swift. A couple of minutes break. He has very specific thoughts on his mind, but then perhaps that's something to do with the drink. Or something to do with the fact he's young (he thinks) and has a tendency to have a bit of a one track mind at times.

yeah just lying in bed thinking about last weekend

[songofsong]

The break's long enough for her to wonder if he's fallen asleep, and she goes to put her phone back, only for his text to come through. Reading it, she can't help but smirk slightly, and with some courage, types out her reply.

I've been thinking about it all week.

[bowtimeandspace]

Her reply seems to bolster him, and his next response is quicker.

yeah me to. u made me cum so hard u no

[songofsong]

The style of his texts makes her wonder if he might be more than a little drunk, which does amuse her. He's rather forward without the alcohol, so she can only imagine what he's like with it.

With a small laugh, she's slightly embarrassed by the admittance but she does reply.

I did notice.

[bowtimeandspace]

He shifts again on the bed, his hand sliding along his own body, reacting just at the memory. Something about her being on the other end of the text message making it more so.

u seemd to cum pretty hard urself

[songofsong]

There's no denying that, but it does make her blush a little.

Like I said, it'd been a while.

It's almost a little defensive, like she's got to explain away her clear needs.

[bowtimeandspace]

It makes him almost feel like he needs to prove something; that her reactions weren't simply due to the length of time, but rather due to him.

u sure it wasn't just because u liked the wa yi fucked u

and then, almost immediately

i'd like to fuck u again

and another

like to makke u cum

[songofsong]

Her eyebrows raise at the texts that fill up her screen, making it quite clear how he was feeling. She's not sure if this is due to the drunkenness (it's got to be that, he's never texted her like this before) or if it's just bringing the truth from him.

Her thumb hesitates over the screen, because if it is just the alcohol, he could look back on this in the morning and regret it. But, behind the safety of the phone, she can afford to take a risk.

I'd like that. Wish you were here this weekend.

[bowtimeandspace]

u shud drive down

It's not really a well thought out suggestion, of course. Maybe not one he would expect her to actually do, but in his current state logic isn't really playing a strong part of his thought process.

id love to lick ur clit i bet u taste god

good

[songofsong]

The suggestion isn't impossible, and with him telling her what could possibly be awaiting her if she does almost makes her want to get in her car right now. She takes a deep breath, to try and calm what that mere implication has done to her, but there's no denying it.

Nevermind this weekend, I wish you were here now.

[bowtimeandspace]

yeah

me too

Again he shifts on the bed a little, his body having taken clear effect from the thoughts on the surface of his mind.

my dick is so hard right now imagining fucking u

[songofsong]

Her body twists just gently, her legs pressing together to try and stem the desire she's beginning to feel. There's little she can do about it. At least, not in the way she wants.

Why do we have to live so far apart? I need you here now.

[bowtimeandspace]

His hand shifts along himself, fingers wrapping around his hardened length, stroking gently just a couple of times, harder all the more for his touch. The next text he sends isn't words, but rather a picture, a photograph of his hardened penis.

[songofsong]

Of all the things Melody had been expecting, it wasn't that. She gets the idea from the thumbnail, but it isn't til she opens the images that she gets it in all its glory. She makes a soft sound when she sees it, remembering how it had felt inside of her, and wanting it again.

You have no idea how much I want you right now.

[bowtimeandspace]

The response is exactly what he's hoping for, and he grins a little, returning his hand to touching himself, just slowly.

r u touching urself?

[songofsong]

She'd thought about it, and when he texts her that, it begins to sound like a good idea. Before, it had been the only way to get some sort of relief, but now, well, now it's all rather different.

Keeping her phone in one hand, the other ventures down herself, under the waistband of her pyjamas and between her legs. She inhales sharply at the sensation of both her fingers, and how wet he's made her in such a short time.

It takes a moment before she can actually reply.

I am now.

[bowtimeandspace]

good me too. i bet ur so wet arnt u. i remember how wet u were. fuck it turned me on. rub ur clit nice and slow, mel

His hand holds a tight grip on himself, and he moans a little, his hips pressing against his own hand as he strokes himself, imagining her touching herself as he does.

[songofsong]

As the phone flashes again, she looks towards the message, her eyes glancing over the words that only serve to add to her needs all the more. She notes there's an instruction there, one she tries to follow, her eyes closing a moment as she tries to imagine him being the one doing it.

This time, there's a delay in her reply, and when she does, it's only a short one.

I am.

[bowtimeandspace]

James has had conversations like this enough to know what a silence means, and know too what a short reply indicates. She's doing as he asks, and god does that turn him on.

i wish i could suck on those perfect tits of urs and watch u touch urself

Closing his eyes he can almost picture her hand against her, her legs open and inviting, it makes him moan again to himself, cursing under his breath.

But before she replies, he sends another.

send me a pic

[songofsong]

Her eyes struggle open when he sends another couple of texts, her head turning to read them. The idea of sending him a pic seems to turn her on all the more. She's not done anything quite like that before, nothing more than a few suggestive texts, but it seems James is opening her eyes to many things.

Taking her phone, she's not sure which part of her body he wants exactly, so she unfastens her pyjama top before she brings the phone up high, so that he might get both a glimpse of the breasts he's thinking about and too the sight of her own actions, at least, the hand that disappears into the shadows of her pyjama bottoms. It takes a couple of tries to get the angle she has in mind, before she checks it over, and satisfied, sends it.

[bowtimeandspace]

The photograph is nowhere as obscene as some of the images he's been sent in the past, but somehow it turns him on more than any before. But then that's something about her, isn't it? Somehow just making everything a little more exciting.

u look fucking hot.

do u have a vibe

[songofsong]

She's almost anxious for his response, wanting to know she's done it right, if it's given him what he wanted. His reply confirms that and she can't help but smirk to herself in the privacy of her bedroom.

It takes her a moment to work out what he means by 'vibe' before it clicks and she types her response.

No. I just use my hands.

[bowtimeandspace]

wish u could use my dick

There's a pause after that, but he doesn't send another message, nor another photograph, instead? Her phone rings.