Prompt from tumblr user villain-lover

Characters: River Song, Master

Rating: T (mentions of sex, implied sex and one swear word)

Genre: Angst

At times, it was hard for River to be the wife of a time traveller. It had been months since she had last seen the Doctor and quite frankly, she was bored. Perhaps that was why she was currently up on a bar dancing wildly to Lady Gaga's Paparazzi. Or it might have been down to the hypervodka she'd just downed.

The song ended and River was greeted with applause and wolf whistling. In particular, one man seemed to have really enjoyed it. He cheered loudly as he made his way closer to the bar. River began to topple and the man reached out to grab her before she fell off the bar. She looked at the man and began to giggle.

"That was quite a show you put on," he drawled as he set her on her feet. "How about a little private dance for me?"

Feeling reckless, River responded with, "Buy me a drink first."

The man readily agreed and over the course of the next couple of hours, he actually bought River several more drinks and very few for himself. The man was fairly quiet and didn't reveal much about himself apart from his name which he said was Harry. River, on the other hand, as a result of her drunken state, was very chatty as she told Harry her life story and how currently she was feeling a little low as her husband hadn't visited her for a while. A small part of her found it weird that the drinks were affecting her like this as she could normally handle alcohol. That was quickly forgotten as she just wanted to have fun tonight.

Harry leant over and whispered in River's ear, "So, you going to dance for me now?"

River nodded mutely as she began to follow Harry out of the bar. She was pretty drunk but not so drunk that she wouldn't remember this night.

Harry turned back as he said, "Oh wait. Do you have anywhere we can go for this private dance? Unless you want to do it here?" He gestured around the bar where a few customers remained.

"That's a bit kinky seeing as we've only just met." River babbled. "And besides, you want it to be 'private.' It's not really private here, is it? Mind you, it might liven up the place. I've seen more excitement in a Sontaran spaceship. Although if you're going to keep calling it a private dance or something else soppy, I might have to reconsider. You're a grown man; just use the term sex."

"Is that what you want?" He asked quietly as his eyes flashed with something unreadable. "You want to have sex with me?"

River nodded again as she sobered slightly. In that moment, she was too focused on the thought of having sex with this relative stranger to think of her husband.

"Well, you're going to have to be a good girl to get what you want."

River raised her eyebrows. "I'm sorry?"

"You didn't answer my first question and for that you will be punished."

Oh, it's like that, is it? River thought. Well, two can play at that game.

"I'm sorry, sir," River said demurely, "Would you mind repeating what you asked me?"

Harry looked at River, pleased she was willing to play along. "I asked if you had somewhere we could go to, as you so succinctly put it, have sex."

"I'm staying in the hotel next door."

"That's not answering my question," he snarled even though he was heading towards the hotel.

"Yes, sir, I do have somewhere we can go."

"Enough of this 'sir.' You will call me 'Master'."

"Yes, Master," River hesitated slightly and she hoped he wouldn't notice or at least think it was part of her act.

"Right then, well that's rule one," As Harry said this, River had to hide a smile as she thought of another rule one. "I have other ground rules." Harry continued as he lead them both into the hotel lobby.

River woke a few hours later in her hotel room as the sun began to rise. Harry was sat on the edge of the bed pulling his shoes on. River watched him silently for a while. She knew this was going to be a one-off after all she was married. It was strange that she had only just took that in consideration but then it was also slightly strange to realise that the Doctor wouldn't really mind she'd slept with another man. After all, it was hard to keep track of their wibbly-wobbly relationship at the best of times even with her journal.

Harry stood up and then spotted River watching him. He smiled ruefully as he made his way out of the room.

"Don't I least get your name? I mean, I remember telling you lots of stuff about me last night."

"Harry," he said evasively.

"Your full name," River asserted.

"Harold Saxon," he smirked in a slightly ominous manner as he left the room.

Shit, River groaned as she buried her face in the pillow. She knew that name and it wasn't just because she'd read it in a history book.