Sail Away With Me (Rory McCann)

Plenty Of Time

"Oh my god!"

"Aye".

Tori and Rory were sat with a slice of cheese on toast and a cup of tea as they watched the video on her IPad. 

"How old were you? You look so young and did you shave your chest?"

"About 30 and yeah" he cringed.

Smiling she cocked her head to the side and hit play again. "You looked good... I mean, you still do... but, yeah".

"I get you, don't hurt yourself".

They had been sat, talking, eating and drinking for the past hour. Neither had mentioned the slight elephant in the room in what it was they were actually doing, but they both knew they enjoyed each others company and at that moment, that was all that mattered. 

"So what are your plans for the break? Are you going to the party in Spain?" she asked him with a slight hopeful smile.

"Aye, I'm going - sailing over in fact. Leaving tomorrow morning, I was supposed to leave yesterday, but I thought I'd wait for you to get back from shooting. I was never gonna just bugger off for three weeks without talking to you".

 Tori began chewing on her bottom lip and nodded as she looked down at her hands on the table. Rory bent his face down to try and catch her eyes which caused a soft smile to spread across her lips.

"You want to sail down with me? I have a spare room and I still owe you a sail".

The soft smile quickly turned into a full-on ear to ear smile as she finally looked to met his eyes. "Really?"

"Aye, I don't usually sail with anyone, but I reckon we'll be alright together for a few days". 

Suddenly, she leaped into him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. It had been the first time they hugged and slowly Rory moved to wrap his arms around her small, yet curvy frame, with his hands placed on her lower back. Tori was the first to pull away and continued to beam a huge smile at him. "This is like the coolest thing that has ever happened to me".

Rory only smiled back at her and turned forwards to get rid of his old advert off the screen on the tablet. Still beaming, Tori leaned up on her knees to pick up the empty cups from the table and quickly plant a little 'thank you' kiss on his cheek, when he turned around and they ended up kissing on the lips. Both quickly pulled away, but only an inch or so before Rory leaned forwards again and placed his lips against hers. Quickly the pair relaxed into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her onto his lap. 

After a few moments, the two moved back for air but continued to press their bodies up close to one another. Rory was gently stroking his large hands up and down her lower back, sending sparks through her entire body, making her crave him more and more. 

Resting her forehead against his and smiled slightly. "I don't want to sleep in your spare room, Rory". 

Laughing, he suddenly grabbed onto her bum tightly and nodded. Quickly, Tori brought her lips back to his and began to grind her bottom half into his. In turn, he had now pushed his hands up the back of her top, feeling the softness of her skin with his fingertips as his own member began to grow. Suddenly, a soft and low moan escaped her lips which only drove him crazier as he pushed her back onto the table in front of them and then leaned over to kiss her neck and collar bone as he pulled at the buttons on her shirt.

When her shirt was completely undone, Rory pulled at the cups of her bra before burying his face into her exposed breasts. "Your fucking perfect" he growled, before suddenly moving to take on of her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard. 

Soon the once soft and low moans from Tori had developed into louder and more frequent pleas for more of him. Each time she cried out his name, he had to fight the urge to just flip her over and take her on the table, sudden, rough and hard. He had never wanted a woman more in his entire life and suddenly that thought terrified him. Slowly, he pulled back and watched as her chest heaved up and down from the heavy breathing. 

"Come back" she begged and reached out her arm for him.

"I need to set sail if we are going to make it in time" he groaned as she leaned up from the table and rubbed her small hand over his hardness member which poked out through his jeans.

"Right now?" she pouted which made him laugh. 

Placing a finger under her chin, he pulled her face up slightly so he could plant little kisses over her face. "Aye. And don't worry we've got plenty of time for this".

A/N - apologies for the late update on this story and my Sandor ones. Busted up my ankle at the weekend and it's crazy sore. Ankles the size of a tennis ball today!! think it might be time for an x-ray :(