"Here we are," I say before sliding my key in to the door of my town house style apartment.
"Cozy," Rory grins.
I open the door and gesture for him to step inside, "Yeah, well it's all I can afford and it's just me, I don't need that much space so-"
Rory cuts me off with his lips.
"You're so cute when you babble," he says to me.
I grin, "I'll take that as a compliment".
I close the door behind myself and turn on the light.
"Can I take your jacket?"
"As long as I get it back," he smiles at me cheekily.
"Of course," I slide his jacket off his shoulders and set it on the hook by the door, "So, my bedroom is just up those stairs, if you want to, you know, go…. There," I finish lamely.
He laughs softly, "you don't do this very often, do you mate?"
I can feel my cheeks getting hot, "not really, Sorry".
"No need to be sorry. To be honest, I haven't done this in a while either. I just got out of a really bad relationship and I really just wanted rebound sex".
"Oh," I say, feeling a bit hurt.
"I think you're cute, Rory Williams. And sweet. If you don't want to do this, you don't have to. I'm not going to rush you in to anything. You deserve better".
"Thanks," I said, feeling a bit better now, "we could sit on the couch and watch the tellie, maybe have a snog or two if that's alright with you".
"That's quite alright," he grins at me.
I take his hand and lead him to the living room, clicking on the TV. I take off my own jacket and set it on the arm chair that resides in the corner of the room. Rory is lounging on the couch. He is wearing a green knit vest over a white button up shirt with a matching green tie. His blue skinny jeans seemed almost out of place on his slender body.
"Enjoying the view?" his voice breaks my fixation.
"Yes," I admit, chuckling.
He grins and pats the space beside him on the couch, beckoning for me to sit with him. I do as I am told and join him on the couch. He welcomes me with a happy kiss. He moves to pull away but I continue the snog, biting down on his bottom lip. He catches the hint and sneaks his tongue in to my mouth. He leans back so he is lying down on the couch. I am still kneeling on top of him. I pull his tie from inside his vest and yank on it, pulling him further in to the kiss. His fingers claw at my back, pulling up my shirt ever so slowly. Eventually, he gives up on his ninja act and just yanks my shirt over my head. I pull away, helping him remove it. I turn on to my side, snogging him again. My hands slide underneath his shirt. He squirms as my cold hands touch the warm skin of his bare back. Our kisses become more teeth and tongue than lips as more cloths are removed from our bodies. Eventually we stopped trying to stay on the couch and we started rolling about the floor, only clad in boxers. RRory, still wearing his tie. Let's face it; ties are sexy and quite kinky.
My kisses wander from his face and down this naked chest. I notice for the first time in the pale light of the tellie, he is wearing little white boxers with shamrocks on them. I stop kissing him and laugh.
He sits up, "what?"
"Nothing. , Your boxers".
"They were a gift," he protests
"They're cute," I interject.
He raises his eyebrows, "well in that case-".
I cut him off with my mouth, kissing him again. He pushes me down on the carpet and straddles me. He grins at me wickedly.
"What the bloody hell are you doing way up there?" I question, grabbing at his tie and pulling his lips to mine once again.
"Are we really going to do this?" he pants after a passionate kiss.
"If we are we need to decide now, because I am getting very stiff down here".
"Me too".
"I know," I grin wickedly.
He laughs sexily before meeting me with his lips once again
"Yeah, I think we better go," I pant, star struck from his mind-blowing kiss.
I stand up and begin to walk but he pins me to the wall.
"I must have you," he hisses in to my ear before biting on it, hard.
I cry our with pleasure and pain. I grab his inner thigh and pull on it, mounting him on my hips. We begin to snog again, mindlessly exploring each others mouths. My hands grab at his body, trying to pull him closer to me. His hips glide back and forth over mine. His fingers intertwine in my hair, pulling at it with every kiss, bite, and lick.
"We," I pant between kisses, "need…. To go….. Upstairs".
He nibbles at my neck for a while, giving me a wonderful bruise. Finally, he pulls away and steps down from me.
"Alright, I'm ready".