An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Earlier tonight he shook off the minders, publicists and various hangers on of his entourage and just went to a bar. That’s right, a bar on Bourbon Street. New Orleans. That’s it.
Right…not so drunk he’s blanked out the whole night then…although the last few hours are pretty hazy and he’s becoming increasingly sure this is not his hotel room.
Notes: Sort of AU. Light BDSM. and PWP
For Charina (areyoumarriedriver) to say thank you for betaing a 38k fic for me.
Story title from the song by Sting.
Story inspired by the photo on twitter of Matt with a Bourbon Street stripper (Sorry I don;t have the link but one of my readers might).
Words 3000 approx
River Song / Twelfth Doctor
Summary: His flavor burst across her senses, and every sensation was heightened – the raw fibers of the rope as it rubbed against her bare skin, the gliding smoothness of the silk against her eyelids, the musky scent of the leather, the overwhelming beat of the drum.
"I’m not going to be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship."
"And you are so wrong. "
"I love you with all of my heart. Always."