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.

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[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.

[songofsong]

The ringing phone makes Melody jump, somehow a very real sound in what had felt like a dream. She stares at it, realising he's ringing her, and there's little else she can do but answer it. Swallowing, she places the phone to her ear, sounding a little breathless as she speaks.

"James?"

[bowtimeandspace]

As soon as she answers, he hears the hitch of her breath, and his heart rushes a little more. When he speaks his own voice is obviously full of desire, but lazy too from the drink clearly still having its effect.

"I want to hear you come," he tells her, little preamble. "Fuck, I wish I was inside you. You should feel how hard I am."

[songofsong]

She gasps just quietly at his words, words that leave no room for doubt. It makes her wish all the more they were together somehow, and they could give each other what they needed.

"Tell me what you would do," she whispers, almost a little intimidated by her own words, but her desire is eclipsing everything else.

[bowtimeandspace]

There's a short pause, he's quite clearly getting carried away in his own movements too, his hand on his body, pumping against him.

"Oh I'd push your knees back, shove those legs in the air, nice and wide, lift that pussy up, get a good view of my dick fucking you. Take those things off you're wearing, Mels. Open those legs wide for me, go on. Nice and wide."

[songofsong]

Her eyes fall closed as his words the affect they have on her quite clear. She gaps louder, her body straining slightly against the bed as her fingers seek to satisfy some of that desire.

"Oh, my God," is all she manages to utter for a moment, lost to the sensations she was causing herself, but she hears his instruction, and begins to move, shoving the pyjama bottoms off her legs and leaving her legs free to move without constraint.

"They're off," she tells him, spreading her legs a little more and feeling the benefits as her hand moves deeper. She groans softly into the phone, her breathing unsteady.

[bowtimeandspace]

"That's it," he tells her, appreciative of her actions even though he can't see them. But he has a good imagination, and with the noises he hears her making, he can picture it quite clearly.

"You fuck yourself with your fingers." He lets out a groan of his own. "Fuck listen to you." He moans, small appreciative noises as his hand words away on himself.

"I bet you could take it hard couldn't you. My dick nice and deep inside you. Tell me how you'd want me to fuck you, Mels."

[songofsong]

She needs no instruction for that, her fingers delving inside of herself, in tandem with the unsteady breaths she can hear down the phone. It helps her to imagine just what he's doing, the way he's touching himself, all because of her.

"Oh, yes," she replies shakily, pressing her head back into the pillows as she can feel her body straining towards her hand. "I could. Right now, I could. " Another gasp as her hand twists and she near whimpering in her need. "I wish you were on top of me right now," she tells him, words just tumbling from her lips without thought. "As hard as you can. I could take it." She's confident of that, in ways she'd never normally be. But she knows she can handle it.

[bowtimeandspace]

"Oh yeah you could take it, couldn't you. I bet you could. Fuck I want to make you come. Rub your clit while I'm fucking you, suck on your tits. Oh fuck yeah." His words twist, more moans than anything as he continues to pump his hand against himself.

"Make yourself come for me, Mels. Let me hear you."