Pairing: Robert Plant x fem!reader x Jimmy Page x original female character
Summary:You've been on the road with Led Zeppelin for over two months now, acting as Robert's convenient little companion. It's now the final night of the tour, and tension has been rising. With the addition of Jimmy's new pretty young thing, you find yourself in a situation that just might take the cake for best night of your life...
Warnings:Heavy drug and alcohol use, a bit of heavy petting, slight objectification, degradation kink if you squint really hard, voyeurism
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He just looked so good.
But so did he.
And so did she.
Maybe it was the coke, well and truly infiltrating my system by this point. Or maybe it was a result of my third whiskey. I didn't care. All she knew was that I'd never been this high, in multiple senses of the word, as I was that performance at Madison Square Garden back in 1973.
Apparently, they rarely, if ever, brought along a girl from a different country to another. And I held onto that feeling. Knowing that Robert Plant saw something in me that was worth bringing along over an ocean was enough to convince me that I had made the right decision to drop everything at home and take off with Led Zeppelin at the height of their success.
Honestly, I was well accustomed to the rock 'n' roll lifestyle by this point. I'd had one or two encounters with smaller bands that toured within the UK by the time I was 17. But Zeppelin was a whole other ball game. An entirely different planet.
I didn't care that this would one day end and that I'd go back to my dead job at a record shop. It couldn't be too bad, right? I mean, if I hadn't accepted that job in the first place, I would have never had the honour of being on this tour with the world's greatest band at all.
Never underestimate a rockstar's tendency to visit downtown music shops.
Robert and I had connected somewhat over our mutual interest in the blues. I slacked off my shift to take him to our storage space, just to let him rifle through the records we'd recently received. One thing led to another and I ended up accepting an open invitation to join him on tour.
19 and on the road with Led bloody Zeppelin.
It was their third and final night in New York, which also marked the last show of the tour. There was a subtle sense of anticipation that built throughout the whole tour, and it materialised progressively through the partying; the drinking, the drugs... the sex.
Everything seemed to get more and more intense every night. And, God, did that night take the win by a fleeting mile.
The fact that they had camera crews filming each move that night seemed to trigger something... feral... in the lads' performance. I never got tired of watching Robert gyrate during Whole Lotta Love. The energy was potent. Like an intoxicating pheromone.
