#mattex prompts

[expectiations]

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-> a quote I had to delete but still wanna share :(

it was supposed to be a quote but it morphed into this lol

thanks for the ask anon!

wip game

all you had to do was stay

He strode into her personal space. "Don't you dare. Don't you dare say I didn't. Because I did. I stayed. I waited...for you. You were the one who pushed me away. You were the one who-"

He paused, putting their foreheads together, his hands on her arms. Their proximity something he had always dreamed about but not in this manner. His heart clenched as he remembered again of what - who - he had lost.

In a whisper, he continued, "I love you, Alex. I have always loved you. From the moment you arrived during the table read with your cup of coffee and overly large sunglasses to the moment we said goodbye n Doctor Who. I have always loved you while standing outside your house with that Cyberman head you always wanted watching you be happy with someone else. I loved you as you broke my heart by walking down that aisle to someone who wasn't me. I loved you even though you never loved me back. I. Love. You. But that was something you never believed."

She opened her mouth to protest but he shushed her. "I'm not saying you didn't know. You didn't believe. You never did and never will." He tucked a stray curl like he always did and always will with a heartbroken smile. "But... that doesn't mean I ever stopped." He tried to laugh but it came out as a choked sob. "I don't think I can, 'Lex. I don't think I ever will."

[songsandfairytales]

OTP Fic Prompts

Send a pairing, number, and letter. 

“Stop, just stop speaking” 

“Can we get down now?” 

“How do you expect me to respond?” 

“What about this makes sense?” 

“Would you really do that?” 

“I don't think that is how it works.” 

“How about just this once?” 

“Just turn around.” 

“Did you ever get a chance to look?” 

“Does that hurt?”

a. Angst b. Fluff c. Smut  d. Writers choice

[gallifrey-rose]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith, Eleventh Doctor/River Song Characters: Matt Smith, Alex Kingston, Steven Moffat Additional Tags: Save Our Mattex, One Shot Summary:

Using gifs and Pictures from scenes from Doctor Who and creating a fic around them

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Mattex One Shots with Picture Prompt

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2L9eDAl

by Gallifrey_Rose

Using gifs and Pictures from scenes from Doctor Who and creating a fic around them

Words: 3817, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Matt Smith, Alex Kingston, Steven Moffat

Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith, Eleventh Doctor/River Song

Additional Tags: Save Our Mattex, One Shot

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2L9eDAl

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by Gallifrey_Rose

Using gifs and Pictures from scenes from Doctor Who and creating a fic around them

Words: 3817, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Matt Smith, Alex Kingston, Steven Moffat

Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith, Eleventh Doctor/River Song

Additional Tags: Save Our Mattex, One Shot

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

“Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.” + mattex please

Matt looks at his phone, his leg bouncing nervously under the table. This was it - his first date with Alex Kingston. He’s desperate for it to go well - he wants nothing more than to be the one to take her home at the end of the day. After a few failed attempts at wooing her, he finally plucked up enough courage to ask her straight out if she’d like going on a date with him. 

Her eyes twinkling as she smiled at him, she agreed without hesitation.

Though they lived in the same building, they figured it would be better to meet at the restaurant itself, just in case paparazzi caught wind of their outing. He arrived discreetly five minutes earlier than their planned time, and the waiter took him to their table, where he sat waiting for her.

Five minutes pass and he checks his phone, but there isn’t a call or text from Alex. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. He starts sweating at twenty-five minutes, wondering if she changed her mind and stood him up - but she would never do that, would she? She’d at least have called him first to cancel. 

After thirty minutes, his heart drops and he sighs in resignation as he accepts that Alex isn’t coming. His fantasy of them being together remains just that - a fantasy. 

He pays for the wine he ordered and leaves the restaurant, and he’s halfway to his car when his mobile rings - it’s Alex. His first instinct is to ignore the call - it stings being stood up - but he softens immediately when he realises that maybe something went wrong and she couldn’t contact him. 

“Hello?” he answers the phone. 

“Darling,” Alex sighs in relief, but he can tell she’s outside by the sounds coming through the phone. “I was so afraid you’d be furious at me - I’m so sorry, darling, but I gave the driver the wrong address and when I realised he’d already driven off - I’ve been trying to get another taxi for ages -”

But he doesn’t hear the rest of it, because all he knows is that she hadn’t stood him up on purpose. 

“Where are you?” he asks, and she pauses as she searches for the street. Recognising the name, he heads for his car and starts the engine. “Stay there, Alex. I’m coming to get you.”

Luckily, it’s only a twenty-minute drive - he makes it in fifteen. He sees her standing by the street, a delicate shawl wrapped around her that he’s sure doesn’t keep her protected from the cold. He pulls over next to her and smiles as she climbs in, shivering slightly.

“Are you alright?” he asks, removing his jacket and covering her front with it.

“I’m okay, thank you,” she says softly, before turning to him with the most regretful eyes. “I’m so sorry, Matt - we’ve missed our reservation at the restaurant and I’m sure this wasn’t at all how you wanted the evening to go.”

“It’s not so bad,” he says, smiling reassuringly. “You’re here now.”

Her smile softens immediately and she adjusts the jacket around her, wrapping it around her shoulders comfortably. He tilts his head as he watches her, deciding that Alex wearing his clothing is something she should do more often. 

“What do you want to do now?” she asks.

He doesn’t hear the question - he is entranced by her beauty, how lovely she looks in the dim lights of the streetlamp outside. His eyes roam around her like he hasn’t seen anything quite as beautiful before and she can’t help but look down at herself consciously at the intensity of his gaze. 

“Alex,” he whispers, licking his lips as he leans into her slowly, “can I kiss you?”

She doesn’t answer. She merely leans forward and meets his lips with hers, the jacket that she’d arranged carefully on herself falling onto her lap as he deepens the kiss. 

It is wet, passionate and slow, a thorough exploration of each other’s mouths. He reaches for her waist as her hands hold his neck, and when they pull away they remain just an inch apart, staring into each other’s eyes as though seeing each other for the first time. He smiles softly and plants a chaste kiss on her lips again. 

“Alex, love,” he whispers into her mouth, kissing her again and again, desperate for her. “Will you let me take you home?” 

“Please,” she whispers back, letting his lips claim hers as she talks, “Please take me home, darling.”

“I want you to know that this is serious, Alex,” he says, pulling away and stopping the small kisses to look at her seriously. “I don’t want a shag from you. I want everything and I want to give you everything. Will you let me?”

“Matt,” she says, eyes roaming his face as she reaches up to brush his fringe out of his eyes. “I think I’ve already started giving you everything.”

His smile is so wide it blinds her. 

“Good,” he says, reaching back to pull a lever and sending his seat moving backwards. He reaches for her and places her over his lap, looking up at her like she’s given him everything he could’ve ever wished for.��“Because I don’t think I can stop.”

They never do make it back to their flats.

[beware-my-sting]

Drabble prompt: mattex, 90. "Remember when we were little?"

The sun is shining on a mild spring day in New York; the weather can be hit or miss this time of year, so the sunshine is a welcome surprise, especially after the disastrous weather of the U.K. in general and of Cardiff, specifically. A light breeze stutters by and Matt relaxes his back against a sturdy tree in the near middle of Central Park.

The bark is rough through his t-shirt, having shed his tweed for the long lunch break they’ve all been given today. The roughness feels good, though, even as it scrapes against his scalp. He peers up at the sun filtering through the trees, casting shadows on the ground as the branches and leaves dance and rustle above. He plucks a small flower and twirls it between his fingers, watching as the petals twist and create a pinwheel optical illusion.

And suddenly, he feels so sure he’s lived this before, ages ago, and the nostalgia rushes through him all at once, filling every space in his heart.

“Remember when we were little?”

Alex, who is currently resting her head on his thigh – and god he really cannot think about that – her back planted firmly in the lush green grass of the park, stares up at him from the book she’s reading and snorts out a laugh.

Smiling, Matt pushes his sunglasses on top of his head and drops his head down to stare at her, “What?”

She gently sets her book on her stomach and stares back at him, “I quite think we were little at very different times, darling.”

Matt scoffs, “Please, you’re not that old, Kingston.”

“Aren’t I?” She’s staring up at him with an odd look on her face, and he can’t help but feel a tugging in his chest at the sight of her – she wears her vulnerability like a shroud, cloaks herself in it, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t call to him. If she didn’t call to him.

They’ve been growing closer over the past few months, meeting for lunches and dinners, and he likes it more than he probably should, more than he probably has any right to, but the thing is – he’s falling for her. He’s fallen for her, headlong and heavy and enough to want to use words that are deep and meaningful. He knows all the reasons he shouldn’t, the reasons they shouldn’t, but none of them matter to him anymore and he’s been hoping lately with only the foolish bravado that a man so desperately in love has that they won’t matter to her, either.

“Not to me,” he whispers softly, reaching down to tuck a curl behind her ear, “Age is just a number.”

She smiles at him, but it doesn’t reach her eyes, “When you’re mine, it feels like so much more than that.”

He knows she’s talking about her age and how old she is, but her words stir something inside of him, something he’s been feeling and trying to deny for much too long now, “I’d like to know,” he stares at her, “what it’s like to be yours.” He murmurs it so quietly that he can barely hear it himself, and the only indication that Alex heard him is the slight widening of her eyes – he’s not ready to say it again, not like this, so he just clears his throat and taps her on the nose with the flower he’s holding, “Tell me about little Alex, then. Was it frogs and dirt, or princesses and fairytales?”

“Oh, a bit of both, I suppose,” she says it with a grin, and he can’t help but smile back at her.

“But you had one you favored, didn’t you?”

Alex adjusts her position, twisting her body, and the book slides off her stomach and onto the ground, closing, “I did,” she admits, her cheek warm against his thigh through his trousers as she nods, “Princesses and fairytales. It all seems so silly now, but,” she shakes her head, nostalgia making her eyes bright, “I’d imagine I was a princess in a fairytale – but also an adventurer to far-off lands, galloping away on a horse in armor, the wind in my hair as I rode through villages.”

Matt laughs because he can picture it, that wild mane spread out around her head – Alex, not content to be a princess and sit on the sidelines; she’d done it once, he knows, but never again, “Sounds like you.” He studies her face, so serene in repose as the filtered light pouring through the trees highlights the blue-green of her eyes, and he can’t help but ask, “And what about princes?”

“They were there sometimes, too. When I got old enough, anyway,” she says quietly, “I’d imagine them slaying dragons for me – with me.”

“A partnership.”

Alex nods, “A partnership, yes.”

The words fall heavy into the air between them because he knows her story – he can hear the weight behind the admission, and he knows how hard it is – to admit that you never got what you really, truly wanted. And she, more than anyone else he knows, deserves it.

And maybe she doesn’t even want it anymore – maybe there is no room for a prince in her life, partner or otherwise, but if there is…

“And did you play this game?” He runs the flower still in his hand along her collarbone and a light shiver ripples through her body as he holds her gaze. He grasps a petal between his thumb and forefinger and tears it off, letting it go and watching as it flutters in the breeze. He stares at her expectantly.

“He loves me,” she whispers, her voice thick, the air full of the tension between them.

Matt picks another petal off the flower, and drops it to the ground.

“He loves me not,” Alex says, and he sees the doubt in her eyes, the uncertainty, the pain she carries with her.

Matt gently grabs her hand and wraps it around the stem of the flower, “Now you.”

Alex closes her eyes for a moment and then opens them again, “Matt?” When he nods but doesn’t speak, she brings her delicate fingers up to a petal, “He loves me,” she plucks it and drops it to the ground, “He loves me not,” the petal falls on his thigh, and his fingers dance over it where it sits, cool to the touch, “He loves me,” she whispers as she stares, and it sounds like a prayer, like a plea, like the sweetest words he’s ever heard, because he does, “He loves me not, he loves me…”

Matt remembers playing this game when he was a child, remembers counting the petals on the flower first to make sure he started on the right one, but he didn’t do that this time and he doesn’t want to take any chances. Before she can pluck the next petal, his hand gently closes over hers, “Kingston,” he stares at her, and then tells her the truth, “It doesn’t matter.”

And suddenly, it doesn’t – suddenly nothing else matters except them, here, now. He takes the flower out of her hand and lifts his knees, easing her up so she’s leaning against his thighs the same way he’s leaning against the tree.

“All the flowers in the world and it doesn’t matter – the answer will always be the same,” he shrugs, “I see that now. I know it.”

Her eyes search his, and he can see the longing in them, hopes he’s not imagining it, “What are you talking about?” Her voice is unsure, but he can hear the fledgling hope in it, tentative and beautiful like flowers in the spring after a long, hard winter.

“You, me,” he smiles gently at her as he brings his hand to cup her face on either side, “Us.”

“Us?” She repeats the word, processing, and when he nods, her eyes widen, “Matt – we can’t… I’m not…”

“We can, and you are.” He dismisses her objections without even hearing them because he meant it when he said nothing else matters, “I can’t promise to slay all your dragons, Alex, because I’m not sure that’s what you need, and I think you’re capable enough to do it on your own – I think you have done it on your own and have the battle scars to prove it – but what I can promise,” he drops his voice to a whisper, “What I am promising you here and now… is not to give you any more dragons that need slaying.”

“But…” she trails off, her eyes shining as she stares at him.

“No buts – do you want to say yes, Alex? To me?”

“What’s the question?”

His thumbs brush her cheekbones, “You know the question, love, same way as you know the answer – now tell me.”

There’s only a brief moment of hesitation, but he doesn’t begrudge her that because immediately after it passes, she says the word he wants to hear on a sigh and with a smile, “Yes.”

Grinning, Matt drops his head and brushes his lips over hers once, twice, and on the third time he kisses her dirty like the prince charming he is not, but it’s clear that she doesn’t mind. She meets his tongue with hers as the wind stutters by, and the branches rustle overhead, his heart full of love for this woman – this beautiful, fragile, unbearably strong woman in his arms who has seen so many dragons but never at his hands.

And he feels so sure he’s lived this before, ages ago, and so sure as he slides his hands into Alex’s hair and pulls a moan from her throat that he never wants to stop living it: happily ever after.

[gallifrey-rose]

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Ok I was riding I was the car the other day as my husband drove me to a hospital appoint. This song came on the radio and all I could picture was an awesome fan fiction story on my favourite site Archive of our own between Matt and Alex or a fan vid on YouTube of Eleven and River... I'm not that talented to make the awesome stories or videos but was hoping some lovely talented people would be interested in taking the challenge on?

All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You

Heart

It was a rainy night when he came into sight

Standing by the road, no umbrella, no coat

So I pulled up along side and I offered him a ride

He accepted with a smile so we drove for a while

I didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rain

Fate tell me it's right, is this love at first sight

Please don't make it wrong, just stay for the night

All I want to do is make love to you

Say you will you want me too

All I want to do is make love to you

I've got lovin' arms to hold on to

So we found this hotel, it was a place I knew well

We made magic that night. Oh, he did everything right

He brought the woman out of me, so many times, easily

And in the morning when he woke all I left him was a note

I told him I am the flower you are the seed

We walked in the garden we planted a tree

Don't try to find me, please don't you dare

Just live in my memory, you'll always be there

All I want to do is make love to you

One night of love was all we knew

All want to do is make love to you

I've got lovin' arms to hold on to

Oh, oooh, we made love

Love like strangers

All night long

We made love

Then it happened one day, we came round the same way

You can imagine his surprise when he saw his own eyes

I said please, please understand

I'm in love with another man

And what he couldn't give me

was the one little thing that you can

All I want to do is make love to you

One night of love was all we knew

All I want to do is make love to you

Come on, say you will, you want me too

All I want to do is make love to you

One night of love was all we knew

All I want to do is make love to you

Say you will, you want me too

All night long...

Songwriters: Robert John Lange

All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

Mattex prompt - "Don't look at me like that." .... Do with that what you will 😋

They’re fighting. For the first time, ever. 

It had started out of nowhere. Alex giving him the cold shoulder for no apparent reason, and him wanting to figure out why, and approaching her, and then - this.

“No, stop it, Matt -” she starts desperately.

“I’m not even doing anything!” He almost shouts, frustrated.

“No, stop - don’t look at me like that!” She shouts back, tears in her eyes as she looks away. “Don’t - I can’t -”

“Like what, Alex?” He asks softly, shocked. She shakes her head, refusing to answer, but he grabs her shoulder and forces her to meet his eyes. “Like what, Alex?”

“Like you want me,” she says softly, after a few moments of silence. “I can’t handle it, not after - I swore off actors once, and here you are, charming and handsome and - and irresistible, and I know it sounds stupid because you flirt with everyone and -”

He cuts her off with a kiss. He cups her face in his hands and kisses her tenderly, lovingly, his lips moving softly over hers and groaning slightly as her tongue strokes over his lightly. 

When they break apart, she’s staring wide-eyed at him, and he smiles down at her.

“I thought you’d never notice, sweetheart.”

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.” Mattex

It happens quickly. He’s waiting in his trailer, on a half hour break from shooting, sending Alex a quick text about lunch. He knows her flat is just around the corner from the location they’re shooting at, but he doesn’t want her waiting for him to eat - especially when he isn’t sure when he’ll be getting his breaks.

But he’s just lying down on the makeshift bed he has in his trailer, less than five minutes after he sends the text, when the door flies open and Alex barges in unceremoniously. She shuts the door and peels of her coat, and just as he’s about to exclaim in surprise his eye catches more honey skin than should be visible, and his mouth hangs open in shock.

Alex just smirks and walks over to it, putting one foot in front of the other and swaying her hips enticingly. She straddles him and leans down, pulling his head back to give him a searing kiss that makes his head spin and his body rise in temperature.

He can’t decide wear to look - her thighs are bare but her breasts are cupped in a delicious bra that barely covers her nipples - and he’s sure he looks like a madman, head swiveling up and down and trying to memorise how fucking sexy she looks because the next time they’re separated, he knows that this image of her will be the one that’s in his mind when he has his hand on his cock.

“Miss you,” Alex whispers, pulling away just a little before devouring him again.

His smirk is cocky. “You just had me yesterday.”

She pouts. “I woke up this morning and you were gone,” she says lifting herself up to unbutton his jeans and shove it down his knees. “I didn’t get my morning kiss or fuck.”

“Jesus, Alex.” He pants, as her hands reach inside his underwear to pull him out. “You know I had an early call time.”

“I know.” She says. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t be sad about it.”

She pulls his head back by his hair, lips attacking his neck. While he loves this side of her, he’s also fully aware that he’ll have to be on set in twenty minutes, and the director will be less than happy if he delays filming by having to go into hair and makeup to cover his hickeys.

“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.” He tells her softly, and he can feel her disappointment. “Tonight, you can do whatever. I promise.”

She brightens at that and places a chaste kiss to his lips. “Touch me, then.”

“Gladly.” He whispers.

His hands start roaming her body, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. He tears her knickers apart, ripping it at the seams but she doesn’t mind, her moan loud and echoing through the air around them. He flips them over, her legs still around his waist, and kisses her fervently as he thrusts deep inside her.

She gasps into his mouth and he groans, feeling her wetness engulf him. She loves the feel of him stretching her deliciously, filling her the way only he can. With a small pant, he starts to thrust, and she mewls her encouragement by scratching at his back, moving her hips feverishly under him to quicken the pace. He accommodates her, fucking her hard and fast, and he’s almost concerned about whether they can be heard from outside but he can’t really find it in himself to care when Alex looks so bloody sexy and beautiful under him.

She’s making so many erotic noises that spurs him on, makes him take her with more passion and ferocity, and she seeks his lips out desperately.

“I can’t wait to go home tonight,” he whispers, breathing hard as he thrusts deeply into her. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re raw. Until you can’t walk tomorrow. I’ll make sure of it, Alex. I can’t wait to take you against the wall in this outfit, pull your hair as I fuck you from behind, your nipples rubbing against the wallpaper. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name until you lose your voice. I’m going to do all of that tonight, sweetheart. And you’ll let me, won’t you? You’ll let me fuck you like a gorgeous little slut, won’t you?”

“Yes!” She cries, her hips undulating beneath him. “Yes, yes, of course I will, please -”

“Good girl.” He praises, his own voice strained as he struggles to remain on the edge of his release. “Such a good girl for me, Alex. What a good little slut you are to me.”

“Yes, yes, yours, please, I need to -”

But she doesn’t finish, screaming her release into the air when he thrusts particularly hard into her and sucks on her nipple at the same time. He doesn’t stop thrusting, fucking her hard and rough as she trembles beneath him, feeling her muscles clenching around him.

“Fuck!” He shouts, as he comes inside her with a final thrust.

“Love you,” she mumbles tiredly, her hands stroking his hair fondly.

“I love you too,” he answers, kissing her sweaty forehead and smiling down at her.

“Can’t wait for tonight.” She says, a shy smile blooming over her face as she bites her lip.

“Neither can I,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “Only a few hours more, sweetheart. Be patient.”

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

“Come over here and make me.” Mattex, thank you :D

“Come over here and make me.”

It was meant as a joke. Just a teasing comment between them - something that’s been happening quite a lot recently, Alex is noticing.

She’s also noticing the sudden shift in tension between her and Matt - how his gaze darkens and his eyes lingers as he looks at her; how his eyes flickers down to her lips each time she talks; how each time he brushes his fingers over some part of her body - her sides, her shoulders, the back of her hand - they always, always linger, almost turning into a tender caress. She’s not quite sure what to make of it.

She’s positive that whatever is going on with Matt, she’s reciprocating it. She finds herself flirting with him shamelessly, less for her amusement and more because she thoroughly enjoys it now.

So she allows his stares and his touches, even gives some of those back to him - in addition to her low, throaty voice when she utters her innuendos. This time, they’re in public - at some shindig with all the Who cast and crew. Everyone’s already drunk and it’s only been an hour into the party - this will be a very fun night, indeed.

Matt approaches her as usual and starts flirting up a storm, and when she says those words - laced with such suggestiveness even simpletons could understand her meaning - Matt’s eyes darken to a degree she’s never seen before. He places his drink down on the counter and rounds over her, standing behind the stool she’s sitting on and placing his hands on her waist.

She doesn’t say anything - all she can do is feel his warm hands on her skin, her body slowly heating up the longer he touches her. He leans in and she takes a whiff of his cologne - a nice, clean smell that isn’t overpowering - and she bites her lip.

“I don’t think you’ll want me to make you do that in front of everyone here, Alex.” he whispers against her neck, his breath hitting her skin.  His thumb starts caressing her sides over her dress gently.

She feels a little shiver run down her back, too many sensations overwhelming her at once - and now she just wants. She wants him so bad she’ll do anything to get him - including shagging him in front of their coworkers.

“At this point, I’m too far gone to care.” She whispers back, leaning her head against his chest and tilting her head up to look at him.

She finds his gaze, and they exchange a mutual understanding of what’s about to happen between them - they’re going to fuck, right now.  

Ten minutes later, they find themselves sneaking into a bathroom and locking the door behind them. Matt presses Alex up against the sink, his hand delving under her dress and stroking her, groaning when he finds her soaked.

“You certainly don’t waste any time, do you?” Alex teases, and Matt simply raises an eyebrow and kisses the smirk off her face.

“Take your dress off. I want to see you.” he tells her, and that deep voice of his makes her clench her thighs together as she obeys his command.

He takes off his pants and unbuttons his shirt as she pulls her dress over her head, and when he sees her in her underwear, he breathes loudly, his eyes travelling up and down her figure like he can’t decide where to look.

“Fuck.” he whispers, his hands reaching out and touching her bare skin. “Fuck, Alex.”

He bends his head down and kisses the top of her breast, as his hands move behind her to unhook her bra. He fumbles a few times but manages, and he tosses the garment behind her like it offends him.

“You shouldn’t ever wear clothes.” he breathes, making her chuckle slightly before he takes a nipple into his mouth and her laugh turns into a moan.

“Darling,” she moans slightly when he suckles harder, “Darling, please, get on with it.”

He lifts his head and presses another searing, passionate kiss to her lips, forcing her back to arch with the force of it. He’s gentle and rough, passionate but calm, and everything is just so intoxicating to her - he is so intoxicating to her.

He pulls away and fixes her with a hungry look before bending to pick up his jeans and retrieve a condom from his wallet, rolling onto him before he looks down at her underwear and smiles.

“Very sexy, Kingston.” he says to her, his thumb edging the lacy black panties.

She laughs and slaps his shoulder. “Take it off, you.”

He complies, sliding the lace down her legs and letting it drop onto the floor. He spreads her thighs and steps between them, his hand sliding up her back and into her hair to tilt her head up so that she meets his eyes. His other hand positions himself at her entrance.

He watches with fascination the little changes in her expression as he enters her. He pushes his hips forward and her head falls back, resting against his palm. Her eyes flutter and her eyebrows twitch slightly. He feels her thigh muscles working around him and she lets out a small sigh.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he says quietly, as he begins to thrust.

A flicker of a smirk comes across her face as her eyes slide open again and she looks at him. “Fuck a girl in your friend’s bathroom?”

“Fuck you.” He answers back, and she looks at him with mild surprise. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

She clenches around him at that, making him groan. “Very presumptuous of you, Mr Smith.”

“I like to call it optimism.” he replies dryly, and he leans his forehead down on hers, his expression turning serious as he locks eyes with her. “I want more of this, Alex. More of you.”

Her eyelids flutter close when he thrusts particularly hard, but she opens them again and says, “What if I say no?”

A shadow of disappointment flickers across his face before he shakes his head. “Then after this, I’ll clean up, thank you, and we won’t ever speak of this again.”

She regards him silently, and it all feels so very unusual - the last thing that women ever look like when he’s in this position with them is contemplative - but yet here Alex is. One in a million, she is. He supposes that’s why he likes her so much.

“And what if I say yes?”

A hopeful smile lights up his face. “We shag like rabbits in this toilet, clean up, apologise to Arthur, go back to the flats and shag some more.”

As an answer, she takes one of his hands and brings it between her legs, his fingers resting right above her clit. “Sounds like a plan, darling.”

[beware-my-sting]

OTP Fic Prompt: Mattex, "I don't think that is how it works." Writer's choice.

Mick was, by all accounts, a good bartender. He was the typeof bartender who always knew what a person needed, even if the person didn’tseem to know it yet themselves.

A rotund man with sparkling blue eyes that dimmed a bit as heaged, he still had a thick mop of black hair which he styled with little to noproduct. He kept a comb in his trousers, and when business was slow or a prettylady happened to enter the pub, he ran the small black comb through his hairwith a wink and a smile for whoever just so happened to be sitting at the bar.

Mick stood now, polishing a highball glass and doing what hedid best: listening.  

“I just –” Alex Kingston, known far and wide as actressextraordinaire, paused and sighed, her blue-green eyes struggling against the tearsthat threatened to fill them. “I want to getover this, I want to – I want to moveon.”

Mick rolled his eyes, swirling his rag inside the cup in hishand with a dramatic flourish. Famous actress or not, Alex Kingston was aregular. And stunning though she may be, smart though she may be, she’d beendrowning her sorrows in his bar every single night this week, refusing toacknowledge that the answer to her problem was simple. Or, hell, maybe shedidn’t know it was, too heartsick to see the truth.

She never imbibed too much – she was too sensible for that –but she still sat every single night, the heartbreak rolling off of her inpalpable waves.

Mick had been doing this for a lot of years, tending bar. He’dseen his share of heartaches, doled out well more than his fair share of advice-most of which people never really took. He’d cleaned up mess after mess, andthen gone home to his wife – who didn’t mind that he was a terrible flirtbecause she knew he only had eyes for her – every single night. He’d tell herabout his day, relay stories that weren’t his to tell except he sharedeverything with Mae, and when he was finished, she’d wrap her arms around himand smile, nuzzling her head against his chest and whispering “You do good work.’

So, he was no stranger to a sob story – to any sort of story,really, and any sort of patron. But, every now and again, one would pluck onthe strings of his once hardened heart, now tender for the love of a goodwoman.

And Alex? Mick had to admit to having a bit of a soft spot forher – for her curly hair, her naughty grin, her wicked sense of humor; he had asoft spot for the way she kept her heart so guarded she’d do anything toprotect it – including break it herself.

“I just want to forget, Mick. I want to wake up and be myselfagain, not this… this version ofmyself I don’t even recognize.” She eyed him, “When do I get to be myself again?”

Mick set the glass down and dropped the rag in the sink. Hisblue eyes stared at her and he could see the desperation she was harboring – heknew that feeling well. The desperate ache to have your broken heart healitself, even if you were responsible for the breaking, sometimes especially ifyou were. The aching need to just forget.To pretend that everything hadn’t gone to hell and you weren’t the one to sendit there in the first damn place.

He offered her a warm smile as she stared at him over thedredges of her gin and tonic, “I don’t think it works like that.”

Alex’s eyes widened and her face fell as she leaned across thebar, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Mick said, taking her glass from her and sliding abottle of water in front of her instead, “I don’t think you get to be yourself again; at least, notas you knew it once upon a time,” her face looked even more crestfallen, a fatehe’d not thought possible, but he shrugged and continued, “You’re never goingto be yourself before him, Alex – notever again,” her eyes did fill then, “Love does that to you, sugar. Changesyou.” He reached his hand out and touched her forearm softly, “And, I’m sorry,but you can’t go back to the person you were before. Love does that. For betteror worse.”

He wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t already know – nottruly. But, sometimes, hearing things said so plainly, even if you already knewthem, startled in a way only the truth has the capacity to.

He’d known Alex for a lot of years, seen her through a lot oftimes, but he’d rarely seen her speechless.

“But, I –”

“I know,” he squeezed her arm gently before he let go, hiseyes surveying her face before his gaze flicked over her shoulder. Returninghis eyes to her, he smiled at her gently, “Course, there’s another option.”

She lifted her eyes to meet his and blinked at him, “Whichis…?”

Mick smiled again, then inclined his head over her shoulder tothe entrance of the bar.

She craned her neck over her shoulder and Mick watched as herjaw dropped, tears spilling over her lashes and tracking down her face. Sheswiped quickly at her eyes, her gaze flitting between the man stridingconfidently towards the bar and Mick, “Did you… you called him?”

Mick shrugged, “I was tired of listenin’ to you complain,” hesaid the words with a smile, because they weren’t true at all; it wasn’t hercomplaining he was tired of. He was tired of seeing her heartbroken andmiserable when he knew damn good and well she didn’t have to be.

Finally, the man approached the bar, leaning against thetabletop and staring at Alex.

“Matt?” She said his name on a breath, like she couldn’tbelieve he wasn’t an apparition, “What are you… why are you…?”

He offered her an easy smile, “I could ask you the samething,” he quirked a brow at her, “Why are you drowning your sorrows in gin andtonic? Why are you here when you and I both know you should be in my bed?”

Alex’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at him, mouthstill dropped open, “We said… that it would be casual between us, that if oneof us started to feel more that we would stop… and I did. I started to feelmore for you and I…”

Matt shook his head, his face never leaving hers as he cut heroff, his voice firm and gentle, “You saidthat, Alex. You said all of that, and then you left and you didn’t even ask me. You didn’t even ask me what’s inmy heart.”

Mick – standing to the side, pretending not to listen – waitedfor Alex to list the litany of reasons she’d been giving him night after nightabout why she broke things off with Matt Smith. Waited to hear every singlereason why she wasn’t right for him – why she wasn’t fair for him. But, surprisingly, none of them came.

Her voice was barely a whisper when she finally spoke, “What’sin your heart?”

“Christ, Alex, how do you not know? How do you not bloody wellknow?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair as though she were the mostexasperatingly dense person he’d ever encountered, but there was a fondnessthere too; a fondness in his eyes when he looked at her, even in exasperation,“Tell me you know.”

Alex shook her head lightly, her curls bouncing a bit with theeffort as she stared at him wide-eyed, “I don’t.”

Matt nodded once, as though more would cost him, “You doknow.” When Alex still didn’t speak, Matt reached out and touched his thumbunder her chin, grasping her lightly so she couldn’t turn her head, “You.”

“Matt, I –”

“No,’ he whispered, “I think you’ve done quite enough talkingfor now. You are in my heart, Alex. And before you try to justify it in yourmind, in your vivid imagination which seems capable of twisting everything tolead you away from where you belong – with me – not casually. You’re lodged in there, so deep I couldn’t do anythingabout it even if I tried. Even if I wanted to – which, for the bloody record Iknow you’re keeping, I do not. Understand?” When he was met with silence, heleaned forward, his eyes boring into hers, “Do you understand?”

Despite his grasp on her chin, Alex nodded.

Matt smiled, whispering “Good,” before he leaned forward sohis mouth was only a few millimeters away from Alex’s, “And don’t you everleave me again, Kingston.”

With that, he closed his mouth over hers, not waiting for aresponse. But he got one anyway, as Alex murmured a soft yes against his mouth, her arms reaching up to encircle Matt’s neckas they kissed softly, sweetly, and without fear. Matt’s hand buried itself inAlex’s hair as he drew her closer so that her body was flush against his.

Mick shook his head, a light laugh rolling from his lips as hebusied himself with things that didn’t really need to be done from behind thebar. He couldn’t wait to get home and tell Mae this story – knew it would be her favorite of them all because itwas his, too.

Second only to the truth: love changes you. And the smartones? Mick glanced at Alex as she smiled against Matt’s mouth – they let it.

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

Okay I've got a weird request. Will you do this one as Mattex Angst? I've missed you.

Alex waits anxiously in her flat, looking for a sign of any taxi passing by the street. She clutches her phone tightly in her chest - she hasn’t let it leave her side in almost a week, but there wasn’t a sign. Not a single text or call from him since he left the UK.

A part of her knows it’s absurd to hope that her young, attractive co-star could possibly want more than the night they shared before he left. But when she woke up and found that note - that simple not that said ‘Wait for me xxx’ - she felt hope blossom in her chest like a flower’s petals gracing the sunlight for the first time.

So she waits. She’s been waiting for two weeks without any sign of him, not even on any of the news sites Salome visits. She doesn’t even know if he’ll come by the Cardiff flats straight away, or if he’ll spend the night in London first - he certainly hadn’t bothered to tell her anything.

While a part of her is disgruntled by the way things are going, she can’t help but remember how full her heart had been when their lips had touched without the barriers of a script or a camera crew. How he looked at her like he finally had something he’s been chasing for a lifetime, and she was the one who gave it to him. How he’d touched her like she was a piece of art, something to be treasured and admired and cherished; how he’d kissed her with a passion she hadn’t felt in such a long time. 

But as the sun disappears beyond the horizon and the moon and stars take its place, it becomes clear that Matt definitely isn’t coming by tonight, and she settles down in her couch and sighs tiredly. Tears gather in her eyes but she’s determined not to let them fall - it had been her own fault for getting her hopes up. She supposes it’s true, what they say - hope breeds eternal misery.

She tucks her knees under herself and toys with her phone, debating whether or not she should’ve been the one to pluck up the courage and call him during his leave, but she’d been too afraid that maybe he was having fun during his holiday. He has been known to drink and party a lot, and who was she to disturb him after a very gruelling year of filming Who?

She wipes at the corners of her eye and sniffs a little, looking down at her knees dejectedly. It always ends this way, doesn’t it? For her, at least.

A knock startles her and she quickly fixes her appearance, frowning and wondering who could be showing up so late. Another flicker of hope blooms in her chest but she quashes it down quickly - she doesn’t need another disappointment. 

She opens the door. It’s Matt.

“Hi,” he says. He looks tired and jet-lagged. His suitcase is behind him, and he has a bouquet of roses in his hand. 

Alex can’t bring herself to say anything. Something within her snaps and she launches herself at him, pressing her lips to his and wrapping her arms around his neck. She feels tears rolling down her cheeks but she doesn’t care, because he’s here, with roses, and that means that that night they shared hadn’t meant nothing to him.

To his credit, once he’s done flailing in surprise, he responds enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around her. He kisses her the way she remembers, like he just can’t get enough of her. When she pulls back, she sniffs a little and drops her head to his shoulder.

“I missed you, Kingston.” He whispers into her hair, and this time she can’t help herself.

“Did you?” She asks. 

The question hangs in the air around them, heavy and tense, until he lets out a little disbelieving chuckle. 

“Of course.” He says, frowning down at her. She looks away.

“I never received a call, or a text.” she starts, keeping her voice even. But even then she can feel the onslaught of tears building up inside her, just waiting to burst. “After just one night and you left with nothing but a note. I wasn’t even sure if I was just a shag to you.”

“I - you never called, either!” Matt exclaims in disbelief. “I thought that maybe you needed space after that night, and when I came back we could talk properly.”

“Let’s talk properly, then.” Alex says. “What do you want, Matt?”

He looks at her. “You really don’t know? After all that - after that night, after this, you really don’t know?”

She raises her eyebrows at him, and he sighs.

“You.” He says simply, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “I’ve been trying to get you to notice me for three years, Kingston, and then you were right there and you wanted me too - I - ” he breaks off and shakes his head. “Do you know how much that night meant to me? But I needed to know if you were - if it wasn’t the alcohol. I needed to know that it was real, because - Jesus, Alex, have you any idea how - how - how out of my league you are?”

“Matt,” she whispers, shaking her head. She’s crying silently now, unable to stop herself.

“You are so out of my league.” He says seriously to her. “And I’ve never been so serious about anyone before.”

“You’re the one that’s out of my league, darling.” She says quietly to him. 

“You’re blind, Kingston.” He says. He looks down at the bouquet of roses and hands them to her. “Does that mean you’ll accept my roses?”

She smiles, and takes the flowers from him. “Thank you.” She says softly, finally stepping aside to let him in. “By the way,” she steps up and presses a kiss to her lips. “I missed you too.”

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

Mattex - #27

She blurts it out before he has a chance to greet even kick off his shoes. His keys are still in his hand and he looks like he’s just about to smile at her, but she feels like if she doesn’t tell him now, she never will. And he deserves to know. He has to know.

“I’m pregnant.”

Her hands clench nervously at her sides and she feels another wave of tears flood her eyes, and she can no longer handle looking at him anymore. God, this wasn’t supposed to happen. They’d been careful - particularly so, given that they’d agreed this thing between them hadn’t been serious. Just something to do to work off the edge and tension.

“What?” he asks, as she starts pacing to avoid looking at him.

“I’m pregnant.” she repeats, breathing heavily. “Pregnant, Matt. At fifty.”

“Is it- is it mine?” he asks tentatively.

She whips her head around to face him and instantly he knows he shouldn’t have asked - no matter what they had or hadn’t said, no matter if this was just a casual relationship, he’d known deep down that neither of them would ever sleep with someone else while they had each other to warm their beds.

“I was just making sure - I didn’t mean to- ” he starts, but Alex cuts him off, voice full of hurt and disbelief.

“Of course it’s yours,” she breathes, a tear rolling down her cheek. “Of course it’s bloody yours, Matthew, the one man I’ve slept with regularly who I didn’t want a family with. Of course it’s bloody yours!”

“I’m sorry,” he flinches, swallowing roughly and finally gaining enough sense to kick off his shoes and drop his bag carelessly on the floor.

He starts towards her slowly, grabbing both her hands and placing a kiss on the back of both her palms. She feels cold, like she hasn’t bothered to turn on the heater. He pulls her closer but she places her hands on his chest and maintains a little space between them.

“God, Matt, what do we do?” she asks tearfully, sniffling. “I guess we could - we could get an abortion, but- ”

“Is that what you want?” he asks seriously, forcing her to look him in the eye.

“I don’t know,” she admits softly. “If I’d been a few years younger I would’ve jumped at the chance but now… there’s too many risks, too many things could go wrong- ”

“If it counts for anything, I’ll help you.” he tells her. “If you keep it, I’ll be in every part of their life.”

“Matt,” she starts, but he hushes her, placing a finger on her lips.

“I want to be in every part of their life.” he says, completely honestly. Alex swallows nervously, looking up at him. “I want to be in every part of your life, too, if you’ll have me.”

She freezes just a little, her mouth gaping, but she comes to herself again when he gently presses a kiss to her lips.

“But- you said you didn’t want that,” she reminds him, and he looks down at his feet.

“I thought it was the answer you wanted to hear,” he admits softly. “I - I didn’t want to scare you away. If that was the only way I could have you then I wouldn’t have done anything to jeopardise it.”

Blinking back tears, she shakes her head. “You bloody idiot.” Reaching for the back of his neck, she pushes him down towards her, pressing her lips to his in a desperate, passionate kiss that left both of them breathless and panting when they parted.

“Are we really going to do this?” she asks, just a hint of fear in her eyes.

He smiles. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

[beware-my-sting]

Mattex - “I lost the baby.”

Alex is sitting alone in hair and makeup waiting for the women to get back from their breaks; while she waits, she shoots off a quick text to a friend, smiling at her own little joke as she presses send. When she locks her phone and sets it on the counter, Matt tentatively opens the door to hair and makeup. Alex turns her head to the door and smiles warmly at him in greeting when she sees him.

He pushes his head inside and looks around, as though scanning the room for eavesdroppers. It’s then that Alex notices how harried he looks – his eyes are wide, his hair is mussed, and when he steps fully into the room after finding it empty save for Alex, his clothes are rumpled. He steps closer to her, closing the door gently behind him and as he gets closer, Alex can clearly see the panic in his eyes.

“Kingston,” He whispers, his eyes somehow even wider, “I lost the baby.”

Alex nearly falls out of her chair in her rush to stand up, “You what?” The panic rushes through her immediately and she steps towards him, searching his face for some sign that this is a terrible joke.

Matt pushes his hands through his hair and tugs on the strands – they stand up, sticking out wildly in every direction and Alex knows this is no joke. She wouldn’t even have to be in a relationship with him to read this panic face; it helps that she is, of course. Quite a serious one, at that. Still, it is quite evident that his panic is genuine.

He bites his lip and then gesticulates wildly with his hands, “I was – I set it down on a blanket to grab a toy. I was gone for only a minute, and then I came back and – and the baby was gone.”

Alex narrows her eyes at him, “It?” She sighs, shaking her head, “Her.”

Matt rolls his eyes dramatically, “Yes, fine, her, but that doesn’t change the fact that the baby is missing.”

She adjusts the tie on her robe so that it’s a bit tighter against her body, “Matt, you can’t just leave babies alone! Not even for a second,” He looks chastised, and she would love to stop, to comfort him instead before they go on the baby hunt, but the panic is still coursing through her veins, so she can’t bring herself to exactly calm down, “That’s all the mother asked of us when she allowed us to borrow her baby for this ridiculous short we’re filming – just one thing, Matt, don’t bloody lose it!” She finishes, huffing.

“Her,” Matt corrects, still managing to look a bit smug despite the utter panic still on his face.

Alex glares at him, then shakes her head, “Where were you?” At his blank look, she rolls her eyes, “Where were you when you lost her?”

Her words propel him into action and he pulls the door to hair and makeup open, “Right, okay,” He says as he walks quickly. Alex trails behind him, trying not to think about the fact that she’s walking around a fairly busy set in her bloody robe. He leads her to a small alcove of the set where sits a yellow blanket spread carefully out on the floor, “She was right here,” He gestures to the blanket, “I went right over there,” He points to the door to the makeshift props room, “Because we’d left her toys in there and I thought she might like a rattle or something while we waited,” He sighs, “And then I came back and she was just gone.”

Matt’s voice is near-hysterical as he rushes through his words, and despite her own cresting hysteria, Alex feels herself soften – he’d not done this on purpose, of course, “Matt,” She whispers, reaching out and laying a gentle hand on his arm, “Breathe.”

He sighs, “I can’t, Alex – five minutes with a baby and I’ve lost it! Her, I’ve lost her! Does she crawl – can she crawl? Where could she have crawled to?”

Alex looks at the blanket, biting her lip in thought, “She’s nine months, chances are she’s probably crawling by now,” At Matt’s horrified expression, she squeezes his forearm, “But I don’t think she crawled away.” She shakes her head as he looks at her, “Look at the blanket – it’s still perfectly spread out,” She explains, “If she’d crawled away, the blanket would probably be halfway to wherever she crawled – or at the very least bunched up in a bit of a mess.”

Matt gasps, “So that means – someone took her?” The new information does little to calm him like she’d expected it to, and Alex frowns.

She speaks in gentle tones, “Matt,” She resists the urge to tell him to calm down – knows from personal experience that the verbal suggestion to calm down never works, almost always works in exactly the opposite way – “This is a very closed set, I do doubt it was nefarious,” When his shoulders sag in a bit of relief, she smiles at him, “We do need to tell her mother, though.”

Matt’s face pales and he pushes his hair out of his eyes – he doesn’t say anything, but he nods his agreement.

“It’ll be okay, darling,” Alex whispers, leaning in close to him, her hand gently caressing his arm again, “You’ll see.”

He doesn’t look as though he believes her, but moves to follow her through the open door to look for the baby’s mother. At the threshold, they see Karen breezing through and Matt stops to stare at her – she has a baby perched on her hip, a clump of her fiery red hair in the baby’s mouth. The baby chews happily, smiling and gurgling, her legs kicking at Karen’s side.

“Karen!” Matt exclaims, his mouth hung open in disbelief, “What are you doing with the baby!”

Karen looks at him, smiling, “Oh, you mean little Karen?”

Matt rolls his eyes, “Her name is not little Karen,” He reaches for the baby and her little arms outstretch as she reaches back for him; he takes her out of Karen’s arms, ignoring Karen’s ridiculous pout, “I was looking all over for you, little one,” Matt whispers softly to the baby – she smiles and drools, making inarticulate noises that make Matt smile wider. He turns back to look at Karen with narrowed eyes, “Why would you just take her?”

Karen rolls her eyes, “She was just sitting there, Matt, looked like she wanted to play,” She shrugs, and turns on her heel, the strands of her now-wet hair sticking to her arm.

Matt bounces the baby in his arms, whispering softly to her before he sits down with her on the blanket, positioning her in his lap. He spreads the toys he’d brought back out on the blanket in front of her, picking them up one by one and waggling them in front of her face until she reaches for one. Cooing, she draws it into her mouth and Matt smiles, his hands steadying her at her back as she sits in his lap, her legs kicking out excitedly.

Alex watches him, watches the way he holds the baby with such care, his hands reaching up to smooth the wispy tendrils of hair down and her heart clenches in her chest at the sight of him. His goofy smile breaks her heart as he leans down and talks to the baby, his voice bright and cheery. The sight is too much and she wants to look away but she can’t. Alex stands transfixed, instead, the emotions warring within her – she is frozen, caught somewhere between joy and sorrow and it’s all just too overwhelming seeing Matt – her Matt –like this.

She’d always known he’d be a wonderful father – but knowing it and seeing it like this are two entirely different things.

Matt catches her staring and grabs the baby’s hand, her chubby little arm jutting out as Matt waves it at Alex – “Hi, Alex,” He says, leaning down and pressing a small kiss to the baby’s head, “Can you say hi, Alex?” And she can’t, she’s too young, but she gurgles and smiles anyway first at Alex, and then she turns her head to the side and smiles at Matt, her mouth opening up and a sound of pure joy coming out as he continues to hold her little arm and pull faces at her. She giggles and then turns to look back at Alex, her smile wide and her eyes happy.

Alex waves at the baby and Matt grins at her, his eyebrows raised, before turning his attention back to the little girl in his arms. Alex feels the tears burning as she looks at them and she swipes at her eyes, turning her head away so he won’t see. The ring on her finger catches the light and for a moment, she hates herself for being so bloody selfish.

He bounces her a few more times on his knee before her mother comes back, plucking the baby from Matt’s arms and thanking him for watching her. Matt smiles, and only Alex notices the bit of relief that passes over his face at not having to deliver bad news. When mother and baby are gone, Matt stands and steps closer to Alex, running a still-shaking hand through his hair.

“That,” Matt says, letting out a heavy sigh, “Was terrifying. Is – is it always like that?”

Alex laughs a bit, “Yes, I’m afraid so. One worry after the next with children. It’s all you do, really.”

Matt nods, jamming his hands into the pockets of his trousers, “Five minutes with one baby and I lose i- her,” He smiles self-deprecatingly, looking at the empty blanket on the floor, “It’s a good job I’m not going to be a father, then.”

Alex’s eyes snap to his and he’s looking at her, a tight smile on his face, but he’s not fooling her – she can see it in his eyes, saw the same thing in her own for years and years – still sees it some days, if she’s honest with herself in those moments.

“Matt,” She whispers, reaching up and tucking a curl behind her ear – it springs forward immediately, not interested in being tamed, “You – you could have that chance if you wanted,” Alex finishes, quietly.

It’s the last thing she wants – but seeing him hold that sweet little baby, seeing the look in his eyes as he did it – it broke something inside of her. Something she thought she’d buried, thought she’d kept hidden well enough so that even she couldn’t find it. All of the reasons she put aside – that he asked her to put aside when they got together flood through her now and they hurt her.

“Alex?” He looks at her, puzzled.

She clears her throat and resists every urge she has to look away from him, “Someone,” She stutters over the tears crawling up her throat but she swallows them back down, “Someone else could give that to you.”

His face contorts and she can’t tell if it’s sadness or rage or a bit of both, “I don’t want anything with someone else, Alex, we’ve discussed this.”

Alex sighs, “I know we have, darling, I know we have – but – that little girl,” She closes her eyes and feels the tears track a course down her cheek but she doesn’t swipe at them, she lets them fall, “The look on your face.”

“What about the look on my face when I look at you, Kingston?” Matt asks her quietly, “What of that?”

“It’s my favorite look in the world,” She answers honestly, opening her eyes to find him looking at her in exactly that way. Like she’s precious, like she’s fragile, like he would never, ever break her even though he knows that he could, that she would let him.  

Matt brings his hand up to her face and catches a tear on his thumb, “I don’t want anything in this world – not even a child – if it isn’t with you, sweetheart,” He whispers, taking her face in his hands and pressing his lips gently to hers.

Alex sighs as she winds her arms around his neck, kissing him back – she believes him. It took her so long to believe him, to believe in him, and she regrets that sometimes when she thinks of the time she’d wasted wondering when he was going to leave her.

She pulls away and looks at him, her eyes tracking over his face and she smiles at the intensity burning in his eyes. Intensity for her.

“There are – there are things we could do, things we could try,” She speaks softly, “If you want.”

Matt tenses a bit in her arms, his eyes clouding in confusion, “I thought you said – I thought you didn’t want to…”

Alex shrugs, “I thought maybe I was too – that it would be too much, but…” She trails off, looking at him, the tears burning in her eyes for a different reason now, “I want everything with you, Matt, and if being a father is something you want,” She smiles, “Then it’s what I want, too.”

Matt smiles, bringing his lips to her forehead – he kisses her, then presses his forehead against hers, “You’re sure?” When she nods against him, laughing a little at the excitement in his voice, he chuckles too and his hands splay out on her hips, “Kingston?”

“Yes,” She asks, attempting to pull away to look at him, but he holds her in place.

“I promise I won’t lose our baby,” He whispers, and her shoulders shake with laughter as she reaches out and pinches his side.

“You’d better not,” She says, but her heart simply isn’t in the teasing.

It’s in his hands – this man who just said the sweetest words she didn’t even know she wanted to hear. Her heart is wrapped up in his gangly limbs, in his mouth, in his sweet heart and the way his tongue curled around the phrase she never dared hope to hear again: our baby.

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Also mattex because i can't get enough of you writing them xx

Alex should’ve known it was a bad idea.

The tension between them could be cut with a knife. It certainly didn’t help that Karen and Arthur had the afternoon off - the only buffers available were the crew, and how was she supposed to avoid Matt when all her scenes are with him?

She glances up at him just as he looks away from her, and her jaw tightens as her eyes trace his figure. None of this is fair. It hadn’t been her fault - he hadn’t even told her, or mentioned anything about it - heck, the entire time they’d went out yesterday he hadn’t said a word about it being a date -

Releasing an air of frustration, she steps on her mark again, trying to remember her lines and how the scene is supposed to be played out. Normally, she’d be using this time to rehearse with Matt, but last night they’d left things with a slightly less friendly air between them. The awkward tension is seeping into their work and causing a simple scene to be delayed.

“Alright, on your markers, everyone.” the director calls out. “And - action!”

Matt looks at her with dark eyes and a naughty grin, flirty words flowing from his mouth. Alex responds easily, turning up the confidence that playing someone as sassy as River always gave her. He whispers to her, softly, his eyes focused on her mouth and his hand tracing her cheekbone lightly.

Knowing this isn’t part of the script, she leans into his touch anyway, because - while mortified that she’d been on an actual date with someone as young as him - some part of her just wants him. He leans in, about to kiss her, and she becomes vaguely aware that this isn’t part of the script, either - before his lips touches hers and she gives in, kissing him back hungrily.

“Cut!” the director shouts into the megaphone, and Alex jumps away from Matt, red cheeked and looking at the floor. “What was that?”

“A little - improvisation - ” Matt stammers apologetically, and Alex shuts her eyes tight.

“We do not have time for improvisations, Mr Smith. Stick to the script for this scene. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

The director runs a hand down his face, looking both impatient and frustrated. “Take a ten minute break. Kingston, Smith, whatever is causing that tension, sort it out.”

The room is cleared out and they’re the only ones left on set, and Matt clears his throat awkwardly.

“I’m sorry,” he apologises. “I - shouldn’t have kissed you like that without warning.”

“It’s alright. I quite enjoyed it, actually.” she says flirtatiously, hoping to bring back their banter. But Matt gives a tight smile and looks down at his shoes instead.

“I thought - I thought you felt the same way,” he says honestly, looking up at her. “About me as I did about you, I mean.”

“Matt, I don’t - ”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, you know.” he says, shrugging a little. “When you think I don’t notice. And - and I thought for a second there, that there might be a chance between us. But I guess I read it all wrong. I’m sorry, Alex. I didn’t mean to storm off yesterday.”

“It’s alright,” she assures him, sighing slightly. “I just - when you said it was a date, I panicked. I thought you were joking, honestly. But when I saw your face, I iust -” she shakes her head. “My divorce just got finalised, Matt. I’m not ready for something serious again.”

“I understand.” He nods, smiling sadly at her. “I really do like you, Kingston. It wasn’t a joke.”

She nods in acknowledgement and smiles softly at him. “If I’m being honest - I do like you too. More than I should.”

His face lights up at that, and he reaches out tentatively to take her hand in his. When she doesn’t pull away, he cradles her hand in his and brings it to his lips.

“I know you said you aren’t ready for anything serious,” he starts. “But what do you say to me - um - convincing you?”

Her eyes sparkle in amusement. “Why, Mr Smith, are you asking for permission to court me? How gentlemanly.”

He chuckles good-naturedly, but his eyes reveal the hope and sincerity that he really does want her - he’s taking this seriously. “I suppose I am, Ms Kingston.”

She takes a moment to think about it - a charming, handsome young man looking to sweep her off her feet sounds just about what she needs after her previous disastrous attempts at love. Maybe, just for once, she should relinquish the reins and let fate take its course.

She steps closer to him and presses a chaste kiss to his lips, surprising him.

“Now how can I say no to that?”