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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"Glad to hear it," he says with a smile. "I'd have had to had words with her otherwise. Can't have these bosses getting all above their station now, can we?"

He sets his glass down and gestures over for a waiter to bring them their bill. His brows raise at it when it arrives, but he pulls his wallet out and sets his card out to get

"I've had a good night," he tells her. "Thanks for asking me, Mel"

As the bill comes, Melody sits up in her seat. She hadn't expected him to pay for their meal, but she appreciates the gesture nonetheless. It somehow makes things feel a little more real. A little more like a date. She smiles at that.

"Me too. I'm glad we could get together," she says, though she's hoping the night isn't going to end there. She waits until the waiter has been and gone with their payment before she makes her suggestion. "You know, my hotel isn't too far from here.."

He breathes in a little as he keys his pin into the machine. Quick and painless, like ripping off a plaster. That's what he tells himself.

The vague suggestion raises his eyebrows, and he smirks a little. It's hardly like it's an unexpected turn of events, after all in a way he wonders if all of this wasn't in some way just a preamble to that.

"Well then, I best walk you back, hadn't I?"

"In these shoes?" Melody replies, then giving a small laugh as she gets to her feet, showing him the heels she towers on, and the long legs that lead down to them. "No chance, sweetie. We'll hail a cab."

And so they do. It's not difficult to hail a cab, and the drive is a few minutes at that. Before long they're stepping out into the street by her hotel.

"So am I coming up?" he asks plainly, standing outside the hotel doors.

Melody pays for the cab, much to the relief of James' wallet, and as they step out into the cool night air, she can't help but feel a little excited about heading inside.

His question makes her smirk, because she's sure there's no doubt in either of their minds where this is going. Which is why she can afford to be a little playful about it.

"I don't know. Are you?" she replies naughtily, giving him a grin before she begins heading on inside the building.

There's no response to her words, just a smirk that says it all. He follows, just as she knows he will, stepping into the foyer and following her up to the lift. They wait outside and step in when it opens. It's only when the doors open that he turns towards her.

And when he does? He steps against her, hand out about her waist, pulling her against him as he steps against her, his head leaning in to steal an eager kiss he'd undoubtedly been waiting for all night.

Stepping into the lift, Melody can barely wait to get into the hotel room. She's eager, certainly, but he gets there first, managing to catch her by surprise. She lets out a soft muffled noise against his lips, but it doesn't take long for her to follow suit. She can feel all the desire that's been building since they saw each other last, and once it starts, it's hard to stop.

Fortunately, it doesn't take long for the lift to reach her floor. Unfortunately, there's a couple stood waiting as the doors open. Melody pulls back quickly, giving them a wide eyed look before she hides her grin behind her hand and quickly tiptoes out of the lift with James in tow.

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There's a smirk on his face as they're caught by the couple. It doesn't dissuade him, in fact far from it.

"Shame," he whispers as they step out along the corridor. "Could have fucked you right there." Teasing, perhaps, but then only a bit.

They step ahead, closer to her door, and he waits for her to swipe the keycard, standing behind her as she does, his eyes over her back and hand touching against her behind as her dress clings to her form.

His words alone make heat prickle along her skin, and she tries to hurry with the keycard. She's a little distracted by his hand against her backside, and she breathes out slowly before she finally gets the door open. Almost relieved, she steps into the room, turning to face him and kissing him as soon as she's able, reaching one hand behind him to shut the door with a satisfying sound.

No sooner that the door is shut, James turns them both, pressing her back up against it with a harsh clatter. His kiss seeks out hers, teeth clashing and tugging against her lips.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight Melody," he tells her, almost like a warning.

She lets out a gasp as her back thuds against the door, for a moment submitting to the rough kiss that overtakes her. She's left breathing heavily when he tells her what he's doing to do, that only making her want him more. Her fingers grab needfully at the front of his jacket, pulling him close as possible against her, her lips catching against his as she speaks.

"Yes, you are," she agrees confidently, like she'd make sure of that.

His arms slip backwards, allowing her to push the jacket back if she might, his own arms going to assist in the same. It doesn't take long, and he's soon back to her, pressing her back to the door and not stopping kissing for a moment, barely space for breath.

His next move brings his hand down to the button on his jeans, popping it open and reaching into his pocket where he has a packet of condoms (obviously, he came prepared). It's quite clear he has little intention of even allowing them to move further into the room.

Their lips clash with every kiss, as though they could fit in every possible kiss they had missed during their time apart. She's left gasping against his mouth, her chest heaving beneath them as she exerts herself with their actions and adrenaline. She shoves furiously at the jacket the moment she realises it's coming off, pushing it down his arms and letting it fall to the floor behind him.

Between them, she can feel his hands going for his jeans and she only just about realises how fast they're progressing. But she doesn't mind, if anything, she's been looking forward to it just as much as he has. Their kiss breaks a moment as she looks down, giving soft gasp as her hand squeezes gently into the back of his neck. There's no hiding his desire, just as there isn't hers.

It's only a moment more before he's freed himself from his jeans, the packet soon torn open and the condom slid onto him. As soon as the task is done his attention goes back to her, lifting her dress quickly and without preamble, just enough. Displaying her underwear to him, a lot more elaborate than the last time. But he doesn't care for that, barely registering it. It's what's underneath he cares about. With fumbling but quick movements he tugs on them, simply moving them aside just enough as he grabs at her thigh, lifting her up against the door, still kissing her as he positions himself and thrusts up inside her.

Hard. Deep, and with a groan that's an echo against her lips.

"Oh fuck yes."

The moment she feels her dress being lifted, she knows what's about to happen, yet she still isn't quite prepared for how quick it all happens. A gasp is shaken from her as he sinks into her hard and fast, and she can only cling onto him as she feels her entire body shoved hard against the door. She makes a needful moan against his lips, tugging at his jacket as her hand climbs around him before it grips at the back of his head, holding him hard against her kiss that currently devours his lips.

It starts against the door, and then moves to the bed, one thing after another, clothes finally torn from their bodies. Hours, probably. Wrapped up in one another like teenagers. It isn't like the first time, less reserved. When they spoke on the phone he'd said what he'd like to do, and so it's exactly what he does. There's much less delicacy than the first time, the sort of force that will leave her feeling him behind. He likes that idea.

It's some time later, both catching up with themselves, that he leans against the headboard, the sheets barely on the bed any more as he watches her look through her briefcase, bending forward a little.

"Are you trying to make me hard again?" he asks. "Because you know it's working."

Since that phonecall a few nights ago, Melody had been thinking of all the things he might do to her, and she isn't disappointed. When they finally stop for breath, she's more than a little satisfied, and it only makes her all the more playful. She grins back at him when he speaks, nothing discreet about the way she bends forward over her briefcase.

"Is it really?" she asks playfully, as if she has no idea, before she turns back to check she's brought the notes she needs for tomorrow. She'd rather know she has everything together now than in the morning, for she's rather sure it's going to be a late one tonight.

Keeping her back to him, she bends over just a little more, purposely inviting his attention.

Watching her, James sits up a little, his hand absently stroking himself a little.

"Oh look at you," he says with a gentle hiss. "That's it, bend over a bit more and show me your pussy." He has no qualms with telling her exactly what he'd like to see, what he'd like to do. But then why should he have? Equally, he'll tell her just as much how beautiful he finds her, how amazing it is when she touches him in a certain way.

He doesn't intend to stop.

She's not surprised by his reaction, if anything, that had been the whole idea. She doesn't look back, instead pretending to concentrate on what she was doing rather than him, but she does bend a little more, more than she needs to to look in a briefcase. But Melody is learning, and the smirk on her face is hidden as she 'accidentally' drops something on the floor, turning and bending slowly, all the way, to go and pick it up.

It's an action that has him touching himself a little more, pressing up into his hand and squeezing himself a little.

"Oh yeah just like that."

Soon, he's sliding himself over the edge of the bed, stepping up towards her, still bent over as she is. His hand reaches out and slides over the small of her back and around, again really not waiting as his fingers pass over her and two of them slip inside, slowly pumping them against her from behind.

"Just you stay there," he tells her.

She hears the bed creak and she turns her head aside slightly, curious as to what he might be up to. She soon finds out as he comes up behind her, and she feels his fingers slide over her backside and inside of her. She gives an audible little gasp, her body pushing back just gently against the steady movement of his fingers.

On his instruction, she does stay where she is, still bent over, one hand around the item that she had dropped and was quickly forgetting existed.

"No, keep doing what you were doing," he tells her quietly as his fingers move inside her. He curls them a little, angling them to hit just so. He doesn't take too long at all before he starts pumping them faster, his other hand wrapping around himself and stroking.

He really wishes he'd shoved more condoms in his pocket.

"You like that?"

She wonders how exactly she's supposed to do that, when his actions are already making her eyes fall closed and her legs weak. She does try however, slowly straightening somewhat, bringing herself back over the briefcase and returning the dropped item inside. She goes to close and fasten the briefcase, but with that, she can't pretend anymore, and she goes to grip the edge of the desk.

"Yes," she tells him, letting her head fall forward as she pushes back against him. "God, yes."

She picks her head up, throwing her curls back from her face to look in the mirror ahead of them, seeing what he was doing to her, as well as himself.

As much as he's watching his hand move inside her body, he catches her glance at him in the mirror, and he smirks back a little.

"You're so tight you know," he tells her. "I've fucked you so hard and you're still so tight." He almost sounds as though he's fascinated by that fact. Analytical, even.

Continuing, he moves his hand faster and faster, fingers barely drawing back, just pushing against her. "Don't come yet," he warns her.

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