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[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith Characters: Matt Smith, Alex Kingston Additional Tags: PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sex Club, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk Summary:

She didn't know what to expect when Matt said that he'd be taking her out for a surprise that night. Her birthday was a week ago and they celebrated it in the privacy of his flat; to do what they did in public would have highly unsavoury results indeed. 

But when he pulled up into a beautiful, palace-like mansion she only saw in movies, she turned to him with a frown.

"Matt? Where are we?" she asked, as the car stopped and she undid her seatbelt. 

He grinned at her and winked. "Not yet, love. It's a surprise."

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Matt Smith/Alex Kingston Characters: Matt Smith, Alex Kingston, Karen Gillan, Arthur Darvill Additional Tags: Holiday, Secret Relationship, Barbecue, this fic is also known as dirty bbq, Flirting, Sexual Tension, Smut, PWP, Porn Without Plot Summary:

“Listen, we’ve agreed to take things slow - one day at a time. Karen and Arthur - they’re family, but seeing as our own family doesn’t even know about us, I don’t think we should tell them just yet, okay?”

He continued pressing soft kisses to her skin, nipping slightly as she let her eyes fall shut and she tilted her head to allow him more access.

“Okay,” he finally relented. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

[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.

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

Prompt: "I'll pick you up at the airport" + Mattex please! (Maybe they meet again after weeks of separation?)

His phone rings at 3 in the morning, waking him up from a peaceful slumber. 

“‘ello?” he answers, flopping back down on the bed. The room around him is dark and the rain is pattering outside his window - the perfect weather to sleep in. 

However, the sound on the other side of the phone wakens him. 

“Matt - I, I -” Alex is stuttering and he sits up, frowning. She sounds like she’s been crying for quite some time, hiccupping and sniffing after every other word, struggling to get a full sentence out coherently. 

“Alex?” Matt asks, eyes wide in alarm. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did something happen?”

It’s hard to decipher what she’s saying, but he manages to catch a few words like ‘collapsed’, ‘hospital’, ‘mother’ and ‘coma’. By those few words, he’s able to work out what she means.

“Okay, okay - Alex, calm down, sweetheart. It’ll be okay. Where are you?” he asks calmly, trying not to panic himself - Alex told him about her mother’s health condition before, but he shudders to think of the possibility that he could be losing his mother-in-law tonight. 

“I - I’m waiting for a cab. At the hotel,” she manages, still sobbing quietly. “Ruth helped me book a flight to London, I’ll be there in three hours.”

“I’ll pick you up at the airport.” he says immediately, getting up and looking around their bedroom - it’s been a mess since Alex left to film in Scotland a few weeks ago. 

Since their wedding just six months ago, they promised each other they wouldn’t spend too much time apart - filming in Scotland seemed reasonable enough for both of them, given the distance and time differences. He thanks the heavens above that she isn’t all the way in LA, where the commute would surely drain her even more, in addition to all the stress she must be having now. 

“I’ll bring everything and we can drive to the hospital, alright?” he says into the phone quietly, listening to his wife sob silently on the other side. He wants nothing more than to hold her tightly, but he knows that he just needs to be patient - just a few hours more and he’ll see her. “It’ll be okay, Alex. Get some sleep on the plane, I’ll see you soon.”

She sniffles and pauses a little. “Thank you,” she whispers. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” he whispers back.

*

She’s so pale. That’s the first thing Matt notices - how pale she is, how the bags under her eyes have darkened considerably since he last went to visit her just a week ago on set. Her eyes are red and her nose blotchy, and it’s clear she hadn’t managed to rest at all on her flight. 

She looks so utterly exhausted and he just wants to wrap her up in his arms and give her some strength. 

When she finally makes eye contact with him, her eyes well up with tears again. He rushes over to her and gives her the biggest hug he can muster, pressing her close to him tightly and kissing her hair. 

“I’m so happy to see you,” she tells him, hugging him back as tight as she can. “I’ve been so worried, I couldn’t sleep at all.”

“It’s okay, you can sleep in the car - I packed a few clothes for us and called ahead, Nicola helped get our room ready.” he tells her, pulling away and cupping her face gently. He wipes his thumb over her cheeks, wiping her tears away. “Hey, it’s okay, alright? It’ll be okay.”

“Promise?” she asks quietly, her lips trembling as she stares up at him with wide eyes. 

“Promise, Kingston.” he whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “Let’s get out of here, people are starting to stare.”

She nods and he bends down to grab her luggage, holding her hand tightly in his as they make their way to their parked car. 

*

“Dad said he doesn’t want to see you until the evening,” Matt hears Nicola’s voice through Alex’s phone. “Sleep first, Alex. If there’s anything new, we’ll call you. Pinky promise.”

“I can’t just - sleep here when Mum is -”

“You sound exhausted,” Nicola says. “Matt says you didn’t sleep on the plane. If you show up here, Dad will be even more upset.”

Alex covers her face with her hands and sighs helplessly, falling backwards onto the couch again and wiping tears away with the back of her hand. 

“Fine. I’ll see you later.”

“Good. Rest well,” Nicola says, much gentler than before. “Night.”

“Night.” 

Alex throws her phone onto the coffee table and looks at Matt, seated on the loveseat and sipping his hot tea carefully. Reaching for her own cup, she glares at him. 

“Did you really have to tell her that I didn’t sleep on the plane?” she asks.

“I’m not apologising for making you rest, Alex,” he says seriously. His wife looks more distressed than ever and he feels helpless, like she’s already beginning to revert back to nasty old habits from before they were dating. “Come on, we can go to sleep together.”

“I don’t want that.” she shakes her head. 

“Alex,” he starts, sighing heavily. “Please, I -”

“I can’t sleep. I really, really can’t - I’ve tried,” she says, sounding so exhausted and worn. “I keep - I -”

She cuts herself off, looking down at the ground. She’s close to tears again, he can tell - she hasn’t stopped crying since he picked her up from the airport, or even before that, he suspects. He stands and sits next to her, taking her hands and pushing himself into her space. She doesn’t fight him, welcoming him gratefully, even swinging her leg over his so that she’s sat on his lap.

He holds her tightly, stroking her hair and her back gently as he whispers in her ear. He’s never seen Alex this upset before and he wants it to end soon - he never wants to see her so exhausted and depressed ever again. 

“Love you,” she whispers.

“Love you too,” he whispers back.

After just fifteen minutes, she falls asleep in his arms. 

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

@songsandfairytales asked for “I fell in love with you, not them.” + mattex

She didn’t understand why Matt was mad at her. Everything had gone so smoothly between them - sometimes, it surprised her how easily they fell into a committed relationship. Matt was gentle and kind and patient, everything she ever could’ve hoped for in someone. It settled her nerves a little when she really got to know him.

But now, she doubted if he really felt the same for her - she just didn’t understand what reason he had for acting so cold. He’d barely looked at her all throughout lunch, didn’t stop to give her a kiss when he left for his usual jog, and when he came back, he headed straight for the shower, not even bothering to give her a passing glance. 

She bit her lip nervously, looking towards the shower that was still running. What had she done wrong? All she knew was that his mood had suddenly switched after they met a few producers for breakfast to discuss possible roles in an upcoming Netflix series. Sure, he maintained his jolly demeanour throughout, was quite polite and professional, but as soon as they got into the car, he remained silent the entire car ride. 

She sat on the edge of their bed, waiting for him to finish showering. When he did, emerging from the bathroom with his towel slung low on his hips, she had to remind herself that this was no time to get distracted, no matter how much she wanted to. 

“Darling?” she asked quietly as he walked towards the closet, not even noticing that she’d been waiting for him.

“Hmm?” he replied, still fishing around for a clean tshirt.

“Have I done something wrong?” she asked, after a few moments of hesitation. He didn’t answer immediately and she felt the sudden urge to explain. “It’s just - you haven’t kissed me since morning. You haven’t even looked at me since you came home.”

There still isn’t an answer, even though she knew he was listening - he stopped rifling through his closet, and the sounds of cloth rustling ceased.

“It’s just - whatever it is, I’m sorry,” she said softly, looking towards his back at the closet. She just felt so incredibly sad, and she longed for him in a way she hadn’t prepared for. “Let me make it up to you?”

He turned slowly, finally facing her. She looked up at him with wide, sad eyes, still worrying her bottom lip. He looked a little sheepish at first, before pursing his lips determinedly. 

“I didn’t realise that you noticed,” he admitted, walking over to her and settling beside her on the bed. He hadn’t managed to find a shirt, still wearing just his towel around his waist. “I’m sorry I made you feel guilty, I just - it’s stupid.”

“How many times have you told me to talk to you about whatever?” she pointed out to him. “Do you really think it doesn’t apply to you, too? Just tell me, darling.”

He paused, swallowing slightly as his eyes moved slowly over her face. “It was breakfast, with Grant and Larry. I just - ”

He stopped again, breaking off mid-sentence to sigh heavily. He couldn’t keep the image of Grant, a charming, handsome, charismatic Australian man in his fifties, flirting shamelessly with Alex. And what was worse - Alex had reciprocated, looking utterly delighted that someone was paying attention to her.

“You flirted with Grant,” he stated, and she raised a questioning eyebrow at him. He sighed and ran a hand through his combed hair, messing it up again. “I don’t know - after we went public a month ago - everyone’s been talking about how we can’t last because of our age and - “

“But you were never worried about that before,” she said, surprised and confused in equal measure. “You always said it didn’t matter - “

“I know, I know,” he said wearily, sighing again and looking down at his lap. “But seeing you and Grant - something in me just - just clicked. I can’t keep up with you, Alex. I’m not - not good enough for you in so many ways, ways that someone like Grant is and - and I can’t help but wonder - “

“If you’re being an idiot? Because you are,” Alex snapped, frowning at him. “Matt, remember every single reason you gave me to convince me to stay? Repeat them to yourself.”

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a kind of hopeless sadness that made her heart ache, but he was being so damn daft and he needed to snap out of it - being irrational and insecure was her thing, not his. 

“He knew we were together, Alex, and he still flirted with you right in front of me,” he said miserably, shaking his head. “No one will ever respect that we’re together. You don’t deserve that - you deserve - you deserve everything.”

“Then give me everything,” she said softly to him, reaching out to take both his hands in hers. “I only want what you can give me, darling. You think I don’t notice when those women flirt with you when I’m right there? You think I don’t question when one of them gives you those eyes, that you would be better off with them than with me?”

“It isn’t the same,” he said, turning away.

“How?” she asked, just a hint of fury in her voice, because he was being so goddamn unreasonable and she just didn’t understand. “How is that any different to what you’re feeling now?”

“Because you know, Alex!” he burst, shaking his hands out of her grip. She sits up, eyes wide as she stared at him in surprise at his outburst. “You know that I’m so - so bloody in love with you. You know that I’d do anything for you - I’ve said so so many times. But I don’t. I’m still waiting.”

Her mouth opened as she watched him, his words still processing in her brain. He’d said those three words just before they went public. She’d been so over the moon then, so happy that he could ever look at her that way, but she’d been unable to repeat the words back to him. He’d assured her that it was okay, that she could take her time, that he would be waiting patiently for her when she was ready. He’d never pushed her for it, never said anything about wanting to hear those words from her back - not until now. 

She hadn’t realised he’d been waiting all this time, and she feels a horrible guilt come over her. She’d been taking her time, just like he asked her to, but she should’ve known that he needed to hear it just like she needed to know it. She should’ve realised that he needed that assurance, too.

He turned away from her, and she could see the tears in his eyes, and she felt her heart ache for the sadness and pain he must’ve been feeling all day. Slowly, she reached out for him, cupping his face gently and climbing onto his lap. She settled herself on top of him, her knees on either side of his thighs as she surged forwards and gave him the most gentle, tender kiss she could muster.

“I love you,” she whispered against his lips, feeling tears on his cheeks. She kissed them away, whispering softly as she did. “I fell in love with you, not them. Not any of them - and I never will, darling. Not as long as I have you.”

He gripped her waist in his hands, looking down at her as if he could hardly believe what she was saying. He looked like she’d given him everything he could’ve ever asked for, and he pressed his lips to the side of her neck, feeling more tears escape his eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to say it,” she whispered, arms wrapped around his shoulders. “I’m sorry you doubted it, darling. But I could never - I’m so, so in love with you it scares me. I would do anything for you.”

“God, Alex, love, I - I just love you so much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he whispered back, lips trailing over her skin. “I never want to be without you.”

“You never have to be,” she promised. 

He pulled away slightly, looking her in the eyes. He gave her a smile so full of joy she couldn’t help but return it, even as tears ran down their faces. He reached up to wipe her cheeks, kissing her face as he does. 

“Make love to me?” she asked breathlessly.

He didn’t answer; he merely tugged her closer and covered her lips with his once more. 

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: Doctor Who RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith Characters: Alex Kingston, Matt Smith Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, They are so in love, Romance, trying to make their relationship exciting again, Romantic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Summary:

He thinks back to the last time they made love. It had been a few weeks ago, after a party. They'd gotten slightly drunk together and it had ended in a round of sex. Before that, it had been even longer. He realises with mounting horror that in six months he'd only had sex with his wife eight times.

He tries to rationalise it - six months ago they were both working on separate projects, on different schedules, it was hard to even find the time to fall asleep together - but shouldn't that have made them more desperate for each other? He can't help but think about how it was just a few years ago, when they were newly married - how deeply he yearned for her by his side, every night, how he didn't waste a minute once she was within reach.

And now he hardly does anything about it.

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/4 Fandom: Doctor Who RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith Characters: Alex Kingston, Matt Smith Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, They are so in love, Romance, trying to make their relationship exciting again, Romantic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Summary:

He thinks back to the last time they made love. It had been a few weeks ago, after a party. They'd gotten slightly drunk together and it had ended in a round of sex. Before that, it had been even longer. He realises with mounting horror that in six months he'd only had sex with his wife eight times.

He tries to rationalise it - six months ago they were both working on separate projects, on different schedules, it was hard to even find the time to fall asleep together - but shouldn't that have made them more desperate for each other? He can't help but think about how it was just a few years ago, when they were newly married - how deeply he yearned for her by his side, every night, how he didn't waste a minute once she was within reach.

And now he hardly does anything about it.

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Doctor Who RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith Characters: Alex Kingston, Matt Smith, Original Characters Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Angst, Separations, Marriage, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drama & Romance, author is aware that all her fics have the same plot with just slightly different settings, Emotional Baggage, Slow Burn, not really - Freeform, but by the author's standards yeah it is, Reconciliation, Cockblocking, very emotional Summary:

In the end, it was the pandemic that broke them.