The one good thing about Demi and I still having our events is that we hop on a train back to the village by ourselves while the other four stay to go to a club. There were days I'd go to that club and get shit-faced whether I had to train the next day or not. But today, alone time with her sounds like a better option.

She walks the train and although I love watching her ass, I'm ready to sit the fuck down and relax. Maybe even take a nap on the way back. I ate way too much food, but the amount of walking we did today should’ve counteracted it. At least, I hope.

Finally, she slides into a bench seat and I slide in the one across from her so we can face each other. I prop my feet up on the empty space next to her and rest my head back.

“Tired?” she asks.

“Eh.” I shrug my shoulders watching out the window, waiting for the train to start.

It's late enough that most everyone's commute is over, but early enough people are still out partying, so the entire station and train almost seem deserted. Which will be beneficial for my nap. I close my eyes and let out a long breath.

“You know we can't fall asleep, right?” She kicks me with her foot.

It seems like ages ago that she last showed me any of her aggressive affection.

“Why would that be?” I pry one eye open.

“Robbers,” she says it like I'm an idiot for not knowing. “When I was a senior in high school, we went to Europe for a class trip and my friend got all her money and her passport stolen.”

“Because she fell asleep on a train?”

“Yep.”

“So, we're not sleeping on the train?” I ask for clarification although I'm certain of the answer.

“Nope.”

I move my feet down to the floor, sit up a little straighter. “We should’ve grabbed some coffee before we got on.”

She’s staring at me like she's waiting for me to say something.

“What?”

She leans forward, her hands sliding up my jeans, her thumbs on the inside of my thighs and she casually gets up and kisses me on the lips while her hand presses down on my crotch.

Maybe I’m not as tired as I thought.

“Maybe we could do other things to stay awake?” she whispers in my ear and then falls back to her seat.

“Why so far away?” I pat the spot next to me.

She pats the spot next to her.

Hell, I don't have to win this round. I get up, shrug off my jacket and sit down next to her.

I lean into her neck like I'm giving her a kiss. “Unzip your coat,” I say in her ear.

Her fingers move to the zipper, and I wait to see those tits my hands have missed all day.

“Put it over your lap,” I say once she’s worked her coat free.

She does as directed, and I place mine over my lap, like they’re blankets we're using for warmth.

The train pulls away from the station, the city lights fading, darkening the sky, which effectively darkens the train since the lights are lowered for the people who want to sleep like I did seconds before Demi restored my energy with her genius idea.

“Lean back and close your eyes,” I say.

I'm not sure what the rules for public indecency are in Korea, but I don’t really want to find out, so I figure we can pretend to sleep.

Instead of her head falling back or toward the window, she presses her face into the side of my arm.

My fingers walk up a path over her hipbone and up to the waist of her leggings. Thank God for leggings and their easy access.

Her arms wrap around mine, tightening as I slowly tuck my hand under the waistband, but just enough to tease her. I go over the top of her panties. Panties that are already wet, but not nearly as soaked as I would’ve liked. My finger glides along the lace trim, feeling the smooth skin underneath.

Grabbing her panties, I pull them up slowly, and they slide into her folds rubbing against her clit. She loves anything that involves her clit and she comes quickly when I concentrate my efforts there, so I let go, my finger traveling down the front of her panties once more.

She groans into my arm, her teeth scraping my bicep.

My palm presses down on her clit with enough pressure that she squeals. Her wetness coats my fingers and I slide her panties aside, my pointer and ring finger teasing her opening.

Her hands grip tighter on my arm as if she’s willing me not to stop. Does she not know me at all? We go all the way, every time.

I slide my palm back up and my fingers graze under her panties when the door of the train opens, and a conductor walks through.

Great timing.

He stops a man who looks half asleep and starts chatting in Korean. His gaze flicks to us momentarily and I smile while my hand continues its path of exploration.

I spread my fingers, positioning her clit between my pointer and middle finger. Squeezing it gently but firm enough that it doesn't slip, my palm puts more pressure on her mound, the tips of my fingers running up and down the slick folds.

Again, her teeth latch on to my skin and her ass slides on the bench, her legs widening.

My mouth waters, wanting to taste her and have her come on my tongue instead of on my fingers. Not that she's enjoying it any less.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the conductor say goodbye to the other guy and he heads our way. We nod, and he looks at our tickets placed on the metal prongs, clicking his puncher on them.

Not stopping my hand under the jackets, his vision never even goes there until Demi groans.

He backs up one step, looking from her to me.

“A dream. Crossing my fingers it's about me.” I hold up my free hand with crossed fingers.

The scowl doesn't leave his face and I'm not even sure if he understood me.

He scrutinizes the situation once more and then carries on, right as I use the magic touch and Demi coats my entire hand.

She lifts her head and rests it on my arm, staring up at me like I'm a rock star and damn if I couldn't get used to looking at that face every day.

I’m starting to realize that I might just be fucked. And not in the literal sense.