Sail Away With Me (Rory McCann)

Sail Away With Me

1 Year Later

"We're gonna be late, will you hurry up woman!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Tonight was the premiere for Game Of Thrones in New York. For the past year, since filming had finished, they had both been travelling in his boat around Scotland, Norway and Iceland. Together they had seen some of the most magical sunsets and spent each night falling asleep in each others arms. They could never forget all the trouble they had faced to get here, but they were both the happiest either of us had ever been.

On top of tonight being the premiere, it was also their first public appearance together and I
Tori could tell he was nervous. All week he had been asking her over and over again whether she was ready for the world to know. Each time she would answer with the same reply, 'I don't care who knows Rory McCann, you are the love of my life and that's all that matters, plus I want to wear a fancy dress.'

Rory looked truly handsome in his tux, and Tori had gone with a long nude dress, strapless with a corest waist and lace detailing around the hips. She hadn't let him see the dress in the run up to the big night and wanted to surprise him. Yet tonight  when she finally had it on with, her hair all done and make up finished, the nerves suddenly hit her. This whole thing was new to her, but the sudden thought of the camera and all of their screaming fans hit her like a rock. That moment of weakness was quickly washed away when Rory knock on the bathroom door again.

"You still alive in there?"

"Yeah-yeah I'm coming."

With a deep breath and one last look in the mirror, she slowly walked over to the door and opened it.

"Holy fuck." Rory smiled.

"Is it okay? Too much? It's so tight!"

"I thought you were suppose to be the cool one. And you look fucking stunning. Unbelievable."

"You sure?" She cringed.

"And I thought I couldn't love you anymore."

Smiling, she reached out her hand and took a tight hold on his as he led them out of the hotel suite and down the the lobby. There was already a large blacked out car waiting, so they quickly dashed into the back seats and buckled up.

"Are you excited to see the first episode?" She asked as we drove through the busy streets of New York.

"Aye, suppose so. I just want to get this over and done with so I can get you back on our boat, naked."

"Rory!" She blushed and playfully hit him on the arm.

"What? Can't a man have something to look forward too?"

Still blushing, she turned to face him and leaned into this ear. "A man can have whatever he wants. Especially when his woman forgot to put on his panties."

Rory suddenly started coughing and looked at her wide eyed. "You're just teasing me."

"See... or feel for yourself," she winked.

Casually, so that the drive would not notice, he pulled up her dress to just below her knees and then ran his hand up her thigh until he felt her. At his touch she quickly jolted upwards, not expecting him to actually touch her there. "Now whose teasing," she whispered.

"You want me to stop?" He smirked and gently flicked her most sensitive spot.

"The driver," she mumbled through clenched teeth.

"Aye, alright then."

Slowly he moved his hand back and pulled her dress back down, leaving a very frustrated and desperate Tori to her own dirty thoughts.

"Like I said, naked and on my boat." He smiled.

For the rest of the drive the couple head hands as they watched the streets pass by them. The closer they got the heavier the traffic became and the more intense Tori's nervous got. When they finally pulled up at the drop off area, just infront of the red carpet, the driver jumped turned the engine off and went to get out of the car.

"Can you give us a minute. I'll give you a knock when were ready." Rory instructed him.

She had no idea why he wanted to wait as she looked though the window and saw the driver stood by his door waiting. "You okay?"

"There's something I've been wanting to do... well say and I can't wait."

"Okay..."

"I fucking love you Tori,"

"I know and I love you too, but come on we can't keep your fans waiting."

"Fuck that! You're the only thing I care about. Over the acting, the show... everything. That's why when all of this is done and I'm just some original grumpy old bastard again, I need to know whether you'll still want this? Want me? To just leave all of this behind and sail away with me?"

"I'd sail away with you tomorrow if you asked. I told you, I ain't ever leaving. Not again. I promise you. That original grumpy old bastard you talk about is the love of my life. You are the love of my life."

Rory stopped for a minute and reached into his pocket. Tori could tell something was up, but she had no idea where any of this was coming from. Still, she remained silent as he played with something in his pocket and finally with a deep breath, he pulled his hand out, but this time he was holding something.

Tori knew what it was straight away, staring wide eyed at the small box which looked even tinier in his large hands.

"I was going to wait until we got back to do this, but I don't want to step out of his car with you as my girlfriend. Tori, you strange and beauitful creature, you have brought me more fucking happiness than you'll ever know. Fuck... woman, will you marry me?"

Slowly, he opened the box to reveal a white gold engagement ring. The band was covered in small diamonds and in the enter was a deep blue diamond, the shape of a pear with smaller lighter blue diamond around the edge of it. It reminded her of the ocean and the colours she had seen whilst sailing with Rory. Still, her mouth felt bone dry as she slowly brought her eyes up to look at him.

"You gotta say something," he cringed.

Finally, a smile crept across her face. "I say... I say YES. Of course. Holy crap, yes I will marry you Rory McCann."

His hands were shaking as he quickly pulled out the ring from its box and placed it on her finger. It fitted perfectly, just like them, two pieces of messed up that somehow fitted together.

"What do you say fiance, shall we get his over and done with and then sail away into the sunset?"

"Aye, sounds like a pretty good plan to me."

End