Angela fidgeted in her seat, unable as usual to be lulled by the chugging and rocking of the train. Because they hadn’t much money they’d been unable to afford a private cabin, much to her irritation. She momentarily watched the Northern California landscape, lit only by moonlight, streak by outside her window. It had been so long since she and Thomas had any real time alone together. He was almost always at work and when he was home, he usually slept and relaxed.
Twisting a strand of black hair around her index finger, she turned to her fiancé, asleep in the seat next to her. Angela did her best to be patient with the situation, but how could she be patient when she spent almost every waking moment, and most of her dreams, thinking of him? Just catching the scent of him… his rich cologne mixed with the bitterness of the old leather jacket he always wore… was enough to ignite her passions. The pressure of his hand on her back and the taste of his lips would send her head spinning and her legs collapsing out from beneath her.
One would think that three years together would have dimmed their desire, but it had only grown more intense. Well, at least for her. She could never tell with Thomas. Though she knew him better than anyone now, he was still nearly impossible to read. Sometimes Angela would swear he was tired of her, ready to give up on their relationship, then he would do something unexpected and un-Thomas-like and she knew that everything was still okay.
Like that morning, for example. He had sneaked into her room and upon discovering she was showering had decided to bathe her. But just when things were getting good, their friends had come to deliver their going away presents. Angela loved her friends dearly, but their timing was just horrible.
Later on when the gang had gone, Angela had tried to reclaim the lost moment. But leave it to Thomas to glance at the clock at the wrong moment. They’d missed their train, Thomas was angry, and Angela was left unsatisfied yet again. Of course they had made up later when Thomas was informed there would be another train that evening, but it hadn't been the way she wanted to make up.
Now they were in the public car at two in the morning. How could he sleep while she felt like this? If only those last minute expenditures hadn’t come up and they’d been able to afford a cabin. She caressed Thomas's cheek lovingly.
God, he's so handsome
, she thought, wishing they were alone. There was no way for them to make love here, surrounded by so many strangers.
Or was there
? They were in the last row and the seats across the aisle were empty. Angela sat up straight and looked around the train car. It seemed she was the only one awake. The couple in front of them were apparently fast asleep, the woman curled up against the chest of her snoring boyfriend, or husband… whatever he was.
She looked back to Thomas.
He'd never… well maybe he would.
There was a reason her friends called her the princess; she knew how to get what she wanted. And she knew Thomas's weaknesses. Angela smiled devilishly, and leaned over to kiss Thomas tenderly on the lips. He groaned in his sleep and began to stir.
Not quite awake, Thomas put his arms around her and kissed her in return. Her skin tingled with anticipation. She dragged her tongue over his bottom lip, savoring the salty sweet taste of him.
He squeezed her tightly, his tongue meeting hers.
Angela dragged her nails over his inner thigh, knowing how that simple action affected him. She broke the kiss and whispered right next to his ear, so he could feel her breath, "I want you, Thomas."
"M-m-m-m, Angie, " he purred, squeezing her tight. Then his steel blue eyes opened wide, realizing their situation.
