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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[songofsong]

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.

[bowtimeandspace]

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.

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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.

[bowtimeandspace]

"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?"

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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.

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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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Her eyes lid before closing, the faster movement of his hand making it near impossible to stay focused on their reflection. Her fingers grip tighter upon the desk, slipping slightly, and so her hands move forward to rest her forearms against it, offering better support for his increasingly vigorous actions.

"That's entirely dependant on you," she murmurs shakily, before giving another soft moan and pressing her hips back into his hand,

[bowtimeandspace]

Her words make him laugh, but he doesn't stop. "Cheeky," he smirks, still moving his hand, and rubbing himself too, an action that brings a slight moan.

"You know you still haven't let me come on those tits of yours," he points out. He hasn't forgotten that.

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She chuckles unsteadily, remembering that as being one of the first things he'd said to her, an admittance without any restraint.

"Oh, and just what can you do to earn a thing like that?" she wonders, turning her head back to look at him with a knowing smirk. She's willing to be impressed, however.

[bowtimeandspace]

That sounds distinctly like a challenge. Oh he does love a challenge. His hand draws back from her, and smacks her none too lightly on the behind.

"Get on the bed," he tells her. "Lie down, and open your legs up wide."

He'll see if he can impress her.

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She's disappointed when she feels his fingers retreat from her, and is about to ask what he's up to when he smacks her hard on the backside. She lets out a sudden yelp of surprise, before she looks back at him with a laugh. His words sound rather promising indeed, so she relents on her complaints and turns to head towards the bed, watching him with a keen smirk as she does so.

She sets off across the bed on her hands and knees - having not forgotten how he appreciates the view - before she turns to lie just as he requests. And that's quite the view too.

"Well?"

[bowtimeandspace]

Well indeed.

James doesn't waste time showing Melody exactly what he's capable of, with his head buried between her legs and all of his attention lavished on her. He brings her to completion, once and again, lost in one another. They could be anywhere, any time, nothing matters but the two of them.

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Melody has no idea what time it is, as she lays there looking out of the window. She sees the night sky and hears the sound of traffic below, but it could be any hour. She's lost track since she got back to the hotel room, and she only has one man to blame for that. She smirks to herself at the thought and slowly turns her head back towards the perpetrator, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss that holds no suggestion, but rather fond memories of all that's passed.

"Hm," she sounds through a content sigh, shaking her hair out of her face as she settles her head back down upon his shoulder, absently drawing her fingers along his arm. "I do hope you don't have anywhere to be first thing."

[bowtimeandspace]

When she turns back, it seems he's already there. He's been lying contented, looking at her back, his fingers gently stroking against her skin.

He smiles as she kisses him, his arm settling around her a little.

"I'm not at work 'til 2," he tells her, turning and kissing her forehead, a lingering press to her skin. "So I'm all yours before then. Long as I'm on my way about 12 so I can pop home and get changed first."

He turns a little, looking down at her, at how her hair falls over his skin. He feels a tightness in his chest, but it's wonderful. Truly wonderful.

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"Oh, by 12?" she asks, chuckling slowly, in a lazy way that tells of how relaxed she is, not just in bed, but with him too. "And we'll forget the part where I have to be on stage at 10 o'clock, hm?" she says teasingly, unable to help giving him another kiss, as though she found him rather adorable at this moment.

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There's a gentle laugh on his lips, a laugh that gets cut a little short by her kiss, slow and soft, his eyes closed as he indulges in it.

"Yeah well I suppose you'll just have to see me again then, won't you," he says as he brushes a little hair from her eyes.

"Or maybe I should just come and see you talk. Being all sexy and commanding on the stage." There's a twinkle in his eye, teasing, or at least mostly.

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She laughs, rolling a little closer towards him, laying her hand across him and feeling the warmth of his skin. "Hm, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she guesses playfully, running her fingertips along the definition of his chest.

[bowtimeandspace]

"Yes I would," he agrees, glancing down at her hand a moment.

"Might have a quick wank in the back row." Definitely teasing now, trying to get a rise out of her. He laughs, clearly. He wouldn't do anything of the sort, of course. But he's not joking when he says he'd find her attractive, up there, knowing her stuff. Very hot indeed.

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"Oh! Shut up!" she scolds through a laugh, her hand in just the right place to give him a little thwack for his crudeness. "Oh, no, you've ruined it now. I'm not going to think about anything else when I'm up there!"

[bowtimeandspace]

"Then my work here is done," he smirks wide, leaning back into the bed all self satisfied, a cheeky look on his face.

"I can give you a private show if you like," he suggests playfully. "Give you something to remember." And on that, he gives a rather elaborate moan, leaning his head back into the bed as if he's suddenly climaxing, his hand trailing down his own body. But it soon ends with a laugh.

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"No! Stop!" she exclaims in a playfully whiny tone, reaching out to take hold of his wrist as though that might be a deterrent. She laughs at him, keeping her hand wrapped around his wrist. "You're terrible, do you know that?"

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"Oh I do hope so," he grins, rolling towards her a little. With her hand still holding him, he pulls his arm back, pulling hers around him a little.

"Ooh looks like you've got me," he tells her in a whisper. "What are you going to do with me?" he smiles, and leans in, kissing her again, slowly, gently.

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When his arm pulls back, she gets the hint, and she wraps hers around him a little more purposefully, grinning as they're pulled closer together, bodies touching each other.

"Hm, I have an idea," she murmurs toyingly as their lips touch, gently returning the kiss he gives her.

[bowtimeandspace]

"Oh I bet you do you saucy woman," he teases her as he keeps close. His forehead presses to hers and he smiles softly, before he whispers just a little.

"When can I see you again?"

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She smiles as their foreheads touch, her eyes falling closed as she enjoy the gentle moment between them. "I've got another conference in a couple of weeks," she says softly. "I could see you then?"