Right, so here it is. The last chapter. And, warning, it's very smutty. I've finally finished this fic. I haven't read through this chapter at all, so any mistakes are rightfully my own, so sorry for that. I hope you have enjoyed this fic and I hope you enjoy this chapter to end the journey. Let me know your thoughts in a review.

Chapter 10

That evening, Tom walked Sybil home. It was only a few blocks away and Sybil didn't need a companion to get her there safely, but she didn't make any complaints about Tom's company. They walked slowly, their fingers entwined, relishing their time together. When they reached Sybil's house they both wished they could have more time together.

Sybil faced Tom as she stood on her doorstep and took both of his hands in her own. She leant into him and placed her lips softly on his. He leant into the kiss, unable to stop himself from humming quietly. He wanted more, but didn't want to make Sybil uncomfortable. Sybil smiled at the sound and pulled away from Tom.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked quietly, hoping he would say yes.

"Is it that obvious?" he said with a laugh.

Sybil smiled at him. "'Fraid so," she laughed.

She turned to unlock her front door and stepped out of the way to let Tom in before closing the door behind her.

It seemed like only yesterday that she invited Tom in to her house, began outrageously flirting with him and tried to lead him upstairs. Things had changed somewhat since then. She was less confident in her actions now, but somehow more sure of herself. She wanted desperately to have him, but she wasn't showing it quite so obviously. This time, though, Tom was up for it too. He didn't want to talk sense and find out from Sybil what was happening in her personal life. He wanted to be her personal life. He wanted her to invite him up to her bedroom so that he could take her.

He watched her put her bag and coat on the side and waited for her to face him. He took a step towards and her and placed his hands on her waist, pulling her towards him slightly. Sybil couldn't help herself from smiling at the sensation. She placed her hands on Tom's sides and moved closer to him. Tom closed the gap, gently kissing her lips.

The kiss lasted a long time, but they both wanted more.

"If I invite you upstairs will you actually follow me this time?" Sybil asked with a small smile, referencing their meeting on the day that she and Larry had broken up.

"Only one way to find out," Tom said, his voice deep and thick with his Irish accent.

Sybil smiled at him and looked at him through her long dark eyelashes.

"Would you like to some upstairs?" she asked huskily.

Tom leant forward and kissed her, pulling her waist as close to him as he could. Sybil wasn't expecting it, but didn't resist. She wove her hands into Tom's hair, hoping the kiss would never end.

Eventually they pulled apart, but pressed their foreheads against one another.

"I take that as a yes," Sybil said with a small giggle deep in her throat.

"Mmm," Tom hummed, almost unable to say anything else. He wanted her so badly.

Sybil pulled away and took his hand, beckoning him to follow her. Not that he needed beckoning. He would have followed her through fire if it meant he was able to be with her.

As Tom followed Sybil up the stairs he couldn't help but stare at her hips, swinging from side to side as she ascended to her bedroom. He felt so lucky. He had wanted to climb these stairs with her since before she and Larry broke up. Finally he could do what he had been dreaming about for almost as long as he had known Sybil.

As soon as Sybil was in her bedroom with Tom, she turned to him and wrapped her arms around his torso. She bit her lip as she ran her hands across his muscled back. Tom felt himself get suddenly more aroused. He placed his hands on her waist and leant into her. He dipped his head to kiss her beneath the ear. Sybil rolled her head to the side, allowing Tom to get closer to her. He left a trail of kisses along her jawline.

Sybil's breath hitched in her throat and she let out a small moan of pleasure. Tom smiled as his lips touched Sybil's soft skin. He placed a kiss on the side of her neck, sending a shiver plunging down her spine.

"Tom," she moaned quietly.

He moved his hands to her back, slipping underneath her top to caress her skin.

"Tom," Sybil repeated, pushing herself further towards him, wanting him desperately.

Together they shuffled towards the bed and collapsed onto the mattress. Tom had fallen almost on top of Sybil so he moved over her entirely and covered her mouth with his.

She moaned softly into his mouth and parted her lips to push her tongue towards him. She spread her legs and reached them up to wrap them around Tom's waist, trapping him to prevent him from going anywhere without her. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and longed for him.

When they pulled apart Tom said,

"You really want this, don't you?"

"I really want you," Sybil said. "I've wanted you for so long."

Tom stared at her for a moment, taking in the features of her face, wondering how he managed to land himself in bed with a woman like Sybil.

Sybil pulled Tom's shirt out of his trousers and began unbuttoning it. Tom threw the shirt to the side once Sybil was done. She had dropped her legs down and stared at his well-defined chest and arm muscles. Jesus Christ, he was hot. She ran her fingers down the ridges of his pecs and abs, loving the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips, and knowing that she was sending tingling arousal through Tom's body with every touch.

She pulled her own top over her head, exposing her bra to Tom. Sybil had seen Tom topless before on a few occasions, but he had never seen her in any form is undress. He couldn't stop his eyes from trailing from her eyes to her breasts to the curve of her waist. She really was beautiful. She lay on the bed, her hair falling in every direction over the pillow, allowing Tom to take in her body. Having sex for the first time with anyone always made Sybil feel a little bit self-conscious and vulnerable. But strangely, not this time. She actually liked him looking at her. She liked the way he looked at her. She liked looking at him looking at her. It made her feel wanted. It made her want him more.

Tom dipped his head and laid a trail of kisses across Sybil's collarbones before moving his lips to her sternum, placing a kiss neatly between her breasts. She felt the stubble of Tom's chin scratch lightly against her skin. She desperately wanted his stubble to be scratching against her thigh as he got dangerously close to her core. But she let their experience go at its own pace. She knew that if she was patient, the rewards would be greater.

Tom moved down her body and undid the fly of her jeans. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistbands of her jeans and underwear and pulled them down her legs. Sybil lifted her hips to help Tom's efforts and kicked her jeans to the side before Tom stood up and took off his own jeans and underwear. When he clambered back on the bed, Sybil pushed him down onto his back so that she could crawl on top of his, straddling her legs over his body. She leant down to him and placed a kiss on his lips. When she pulled away from him, he lifted his head, trying to follow her movements to lengthen the kiss as much as possible. He wanted more.

Sybil smiled at him with a foxy glint in her eye. She knew she was making life hard for him. And she was about to make it a whole lot worse.

She moved down his body with her lips, trailing kisses over his skin. She moved across his collarbones, down between his pecs and over his abs. He kissed from one hipbone to the other, getting worryingly close to his hardening arousal. Tom's hips bucked up towards Sybil, making Sybil grin with mischief.

Her soft kisses were tender and loving. They caressed his skin and left him desperate to have her. She knew her kisses left him wanting more. She knew she was torturing him with her kisses. And she was enjoying it. She moved up his body again and planted a desperate frantic kiss on his lips. Tom moved his hands to Sybil's hips, pulling them down against him. She moaned softly into him, enjoying the taste and the feel of him against her body.

Tom reached behind Sybil's back and unclasped her bra. It fell down her arms and chucked it to the side. They were both completely naked now and they both wanted each other. They needed each other.

Tom flipped them around so that he was hovering above Sybil. He moved down her body and began stroking her clitoris with his fingers. Sybil spread her legs wide, wanting to give Tom the most access possible.

He planted a trail of kisses along each of her inner thighs, leading up to her centre, but just missing that all important spot.

Sybil winced each time he pulled further away from her core and bucked her hips closer to him with each kiss.

"Tom… Please stop teasing me, Tom," she groaned.

He kissed her wet centre quickly and looked up at her.

"Like that?" he asked with a sideways smirk.

"Not exactly what I was looking for," Sybil whimpered.

He dipped his head and kissed her again. She pushed her hips up towards him, begging for more. She felt his stubble against her inner thighs and brushing against her sensitive nub.

"Mmm, Tom."

He licked up her folds, taking in her juices and begged for more. He flicked her clit with his tongue as he plunged two fingers into her.

"Oh, Jesus, Tom!" Sybil breathed.

He turned his fingers to rub her G-spot, pushing her perilously close to the edge. He gently sucked her button into his mouth, circling it with his tongue.

Sybil threw her head back as she shattered in his hold.

"Fuck me, Tom!" she said.

He continued his movements, wanting her orgasm to be as long and pleasurable as possible. She briefly came down from her high only to be bounced back up again by Tom's actions. She clamped her walls around his fingers as her sensations slowly dropped back to more regular levels.

He pulled out of her and moved back up her body. He kissed her fully on the lips. She liked the taste of herself on his lips and she smiled when they pulled away from each other.

He had sent desire all through Sybil's body and she knew she had to return the favour.

"Your turn," Sybil said huskily, shimmying out from under Tom's body. He fell onto his back and Sybil's moved on top of him. She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He was already hard and fully aroused.

She moved down his body and ran her tongue gently up and down his shaft. She kissed his tip and left a trail of kisses down his cock, before taking it in her mouth and wrapping her tongue around his girth, slowly bringing him closer to climax.

"Feck, Sybil," he said, unable to take her eyes off of her pleasuring him.

She slowed down her movements, revelling in his groans of pleasure.

"Please don't stop, Sybil," he groaned.

Just then Sybil pulled away from Tom, prompting him to wince, wanting more. "Sybil, please," he begged.

"Gladly," she whispered, moving further up his body.

As she straddled his groin, she reached between them and guided his cock into her core. Once he was in her, she leant forward pushing her breasts against his chest and placing a wanton kiss directly on his lips.

He moved his hands to her hips to help guide her in her rhythm. She rolled her hips against him, allowing his penis to move in and out of her. He reached between them with one hand and ran his fingers frantically over Sybil's clit, knowing that it would push her over the edge.

"Oh my God," Sybil moaned as she continued her movements, allowing them to become faster and more irregular.

Tom bucked his hips up towards her with every thrust, knowing that they were both very close to climax.

As fireworks exploded within them both, they each moaned in pleasure.

"Jesus fecking Christ, Sybil," Tom breathed as she fell beside him on the bed.

Sybil laughed.

"I've wanted that for such a long time, you have no idea," Tom said.

"Glad I could be of service," she giggled.

"Oh, come on," Tom said, his Irish accent thick and deep. "You and I both know that if either one of us was going to be in service it would be me."

"I think I could pull it off. Don't you?"

"Not a chance, milady," Tom said, moving on top of her and kissing her passionately once again.

With all the drama between them recently, it was hard to believe that they were finally together like this. Finally, they could spend the rest of their lives together. Once upon a time, Tom was just one phone call away from Sybil. Now, he would never be so far away again.