Sail Away With Me (Rory McCann)

From Just a Touch

"Do you realize what time it is?"

"I'm sorryyyyy, it's just I'm a little tipsy and Toby just stripped to Tom Jones and I'm freezing".

"Tom Jones, which song?"

"You can leave your hat on"

"Classic. Right, you best come in then". 

Rory, being one of the bigger actors for this part of the crew had his own trailer. Similar to the one Tori shared with Toby, Emily, and Paul, but just one bedroom with a large double bed and a smaller sitting room. There wasn't really a kitchen, just a counter area with a mini fridge and microwave, but there were some empty bottles of beer on the side. 

"Drinking alone, pretty sad" she smiled and turned around to face him as he closed the door.

"Says the one wondering the camp in... well in that" he smirked and slowly she watched as his eyes seemed to scan her body from toe to head, stopping for a moment on her chest and more noticeably her hardened nipples which were pocking through the tank top after wandering through the cold. 

"Don't see you complaining" she winked and went to grab one of the beers off the side before plopping down onto the sofa. 

Rory remained silent as he went back into his bedroom and came back out with a pillow and a blanket. Tori just watched him in amusement until he finally came to sit down next to her with a beer. "So, Toby huh?" 

"Oh god it was awful" she snorted and threw her head forward to rest on his shoulder. At the close contact, she could feel him instantly tense up and she wasn't sure why.

"You always get a little weird whenever I come too close. You can just tell me to back off if you want. I won't be offended" she cringed and slowly shuffled back a few inches from him.

"I spend half of the year filming this TV show, you wanna know where I am the rest of the time. On a boat in the middle of nowhere, hardly any people around unless I stop off at land and little socializing. I'm just not a social kind of guy, I mean, I'm a lot better than I used to be... just don't back away... come here will ya" he almost pleaded.

"I ain't going nowhere. I'm afraid you are stuck with me, Mr. McCann" she smiled widely and shuffled back towards him.

Smiling softly, he gently stroked his thumb up and down the side of her arm. Slowly, he stroked his fingers further up and over her shoulder, towards her neck. Tori had shut her eyes when he reached her neck and unconsciously arched her back towards him. When she felt his thumb slide across the outline of her jaw and finally gently across her lips, her entire body was covered in goosebumps. 

"You can take my room. Best call it a night, early start tomorrow" he suddenly announced. 

Instantly, Tori flashed her eyes open and felt an overwhelming heat pulsing through her body. Rory had already stood from the sofa though and was moving the empty bottles, further making a point in that their small moment of intimacy had come to a hard and sharp end. 

The next morning, Tori had woke up around 7am and quickly rushed back to her own trailer without another word to the snoring Scot who was sleeping on the sofa outside her room. Thankfully she didn't come across anyone on her not so shameful walk of shame, but once inside found a half-naked passed out  Toby on one of the sofas with lipstick all over him. Poor bastard. 

Today, Rory wasn't required on set and it was only when Tori got her schedule for the last week before the mid-season break did she realize Rory was actually finished until they returned from the break. That meant no more early morning session with him for the next three weeks, she didn't have time to think about it though as the first of actors and extras had quickly arrived into the cabin. 

In the end, she didn't get a break until around 3pm and by the end of it, she was starving and knackered. The thought that Rory might have left during that time was enough to make her miss lunch and head straight for his trailer. Instantly, she began knocking on the door like a crazed fan and after a few minutes, reality hit her. 

She was too late.