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Bored.

Tags : Public seggx.

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Lisa's head rolled to the side, hitting the window uncomfortably. What was it about train rides that always made one so tired? Possibly it was the heat, the consumed air hanging heavy between the seats. She stared out of the window, gaze not entirely focussed but still taking in the landscape. There was so much green, fields and forests, all blurring together due to the high speed of the train. Perhaps the gentle movements of the vehicle also played a part in making people lethargic. If she closed her eyes, she might just fall asleep.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she was about to give into the temptation of simply passing the fuck out. She breathed, once, twice, until she felt a hand on her thigh. "What," she mumbled, disinterested. Her head was still resting against the glass and she tried her best to ignore the way it continued bumping against it.

"I'm bored," Jennie whined. Lisa didn't have to look at her to know that she was pouting and making puppy eyes.

Cracking one eye open, Lisa replied, "Then go to sleep."

The hand on Lisa's thigh started playing with the silky fabric of her airy, crimson skirt, rolling the thin material between her fingers. The piece of clothing was perfect for the summer. "But I'm not tired."

Of course she wasn't tired. "You're annoying," Lisa retaliated without any real bite.

Suddenly, Jennie leaned in and nosed at her girlfriend's neck. "I'm not annoying," she said, completely destroying her own anti-thesis by biting the lobe of Lisa's ear lightly. Sighing, Lisa shifted. Perhaps she should rephrase that question about train rides. What was it about them that always either lulled you to sleep or made you horny? Finally, she opened her eyes for real and turned her head to look at Jennie, who was - as expected - looking at her like a puppy looking for attention.

"Didn't you bring a book?" She asked, acting dumb, simultaneously reaching out and twisting a strand of long, brown hair around her pointer finger.

Jennie simply shrugged lightly and said, "I'm not in the mood to read." She inhaled sharply as Lisa's finger fell away from her hair, instead stroking against her collarbone gently. The touch was slight enough to be considered an accident, but Jennie was no fool. Both of them liked playing games.

"So," Lisa drawled, breath hitching almost unnoticeably as the hand on her leg moved slightly, just sliding upwards about the width of a finger, "What do you wanna do?"

"I want to kiss you," Jennie whispered, leaning in until her nose brushed Lisa's. "And I want to touch you. Can I?"

Lisa's heartbeat sped up and something inside of her twisted deliciously at the thought of being touched in such a public setting. She looked around. Reading Lisa's actions correctly, Jennie murmured, "Don't worry," before she pressed a sweet kiss to her girlfriend's cheek, "The couple four rows ahead of us is sleeping, they won't notice a thing. Other than that there's nobody else who could see us."

That was right, Lisa noticed. The train had emptied out considerably over the past two hours. Not many people needed to go this far into the countryside, and usually the two young women wouldn't, either, but they had decided to visit Jennie's grandparents.

Focussing on Jennie again, Lisa wondered, "What was that about a kiss?"

Smirking - obviously pleased with Lisa's words - Jennie closed the remaining distance between them. The kiss started out sweet and slow and Jennie made no attempts to deepen it. She seemed content to kiss the other woman just like that, as if she could go on like this forever and wouldn't need anything else. Lisa knew that technically, that was true, but at that moment she was just waiting for Lisa to grow impatient.