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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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.

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.

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

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.

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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

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.

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.

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?"

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."

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.

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."

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.

"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."

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.

"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."

Her hand continues to move, pressing her fingers in and out of herself, reaching in ways she knew would satisfy her. Her thumb rubs against herself, able to imagine him doing it, as he had done before. She allows him to hear her, all of her gasps and moans, of which only grow in volume the closer she gets.

"James," she groans, arching her back gently, her hands working extra hard to push her over that brink. When it all hits, she lets out a needful moan, her body bucking a few times, legs trembling.

His eyes close as he listens to her push herself over the edge, still touching himself, revelling in it, every inch of his senses. He curses out on a breath, not stopping the way he touches himself. But he's not about to tip over, no. It doesn't often come so easily for him, even with the sound of her voice on the other end of the phone.

"God you make me so horny," he tells her. "You have no idea."

For a moment, she can only lie there, listening to his voice in her ear and wishing it wasn't just through a phone. She wants to touch him, hold him, and now more than ever she's aware of how empty her bed is.

"I wish I was with you right now," she tells him, rolling onto her side, still breathing a little heavier. "You wouldn't need your hand."

"Yeah me too," he says, still breathy and with a touch of a slur.

There's another shuddering breath.

"Do you like it?" he asks. "Knowing I'm thinking of you while I touch myself. You know I could have fucked loads of people tonight. But I wanted to fuck you." He rubs himself further, fist twisting against himself.

"I want you to suck my dick," he tells her.

Her eyes close, only able to imagine how he looked right now, able to imagine the actions he was doing, the way his body moved as he did them. All because of her.

Though the sentiment could've been better worded, it does make her smile to hear she's clearly made quite the impression, that he should choose her amongst all the other women he could have, women who undoubtably made more sense.

It emboldens her a little more, and she pulls the covers back over herself as she replies, feeling confident to say things on the phone more than she would in person.

"Imagine me doing that now," she murmurs, imagining it herself and already starting to feel a little flustered again. "My lips wrapped around you. You like my lips, don't you?"

As soon as she starts talking, starts describing, his voice twists, a clear change as his moans grow, the effect almost instant.

"Oh fuck yeah," he glances down at himself as he continues to touch, continues to imagine. "That soft mouth..." his words are hardly fully formed thoughts, fleeting as he listens to her speak.

"Go on," he urges, almost desperately.

She can tell it's had quite the effect on him, and it seems she must continue. After all, it wouldn't be fair to leave him hanging like that. So, she pushes past her uncertainty, ignoring the fact it makes her blush, to describe to him exactly what she would do if she was there now.

"Imagine me starting off slowly," she says, finding it easier to describe as a fantasy, even though it could well come true. "Just taking you little by little. Not too fast. Not too soon. Using my tongue against you. Moving my head in closer. You could move too if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind."

It's doing exactly as she intends, because his breaths quicken, hurried, desperate.

"I like it nice and slow," he tells her, through gasping breaths, a slight admittance of something she can use for later. He imagines his hand curling into her hair, those amazing curls of hers.

"Fuck I'm so close," he breathes.

"I like it slow too," she murmurs, feeling her body shift slightly on the bed again, heating up from the sound of his voice as he gets nearer and nearer.

"But right at the last moment, we could go faster. I could take it. I'd give you everything I've got. I want to make you come as hard as you did before."

"Oh yeah I'd like to fuck your mouth," he groans, barely holding onto his words. His moans start to get louder, increasing moment by moment.

"Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah I'm gonna come, I'm--" but his words get lost as instead he moans, loud as he erupts against his hand, still touching himself, gasping for breath.

"Christ, Melody."

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