A/N: Happy Birthday Steve! (Voyager2002) Yes I know it’s a bit late! However I am lazy so… (laughs) Sorry it’s not quite Trudy the Train…

Anyways, enjoy!

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It was their anniversary and to celebrate Amber and Roseanne were travelling from their flat in the middle of a bustling city centre to a small village in the countryside. Even though they both could drive they didn’t have a car because it was simpler to use the extensive (and surprisingly reliable) public transport system. That was why they were sat side by side on a train which was travelling through varied lands. Sometimes countryside, sometimes small towns, other times large cities which rivalled their own for size.

Already they had been on the train for nearing three hours and they still had two hours to go before they arrived at the last station on the route, where they could then catch another train which would take them fairly close to where they were staying. The train system really was convenient when you thought about it. So long as you discarded the detrimental effect of delays.

Roseanne sat next to the window, watching the scenery blur by, making a mental note of particular shades of colours she glimpsed so that she might recreate them. Amber rested her head on her girlfriend of three years shoulder. Her ginger hair was coming out of the two plaits that she had pulled them into and fell across her face obscuring her blue-green eyes which sparkled like sunlight across water, especially when she was happy. And why wouldn’t she be when she had a loving girlfriend, a beautiful flat and an enjoyable job?

Amber yawned. “Rosie, I’m bored,” she complained and not for the first time. She had tried reading, doing puzzles and sleeping but none of them really worked. Instead she settled for one of her favourite hobbies - annoying the wonderfully patient Roseanne.

“I know sweetie, but you do want to have a nice relaxing holiday right?” Secretly she was a little worried that the adventurous Amber may find relaxing in an ‘idyllic village in picturesque surroundings’ (as the brochure had advertised) a little too… uneventful. She needn’t had worried because so long as the redhead was with her girlfriend she would enjoy any holiday. So long as she didn’t have to go in the sea. She hated the idea of not knowing what was lurking around as she innocently tried to enjoy herself. Anything could attack her. And even if nothing did there were still icky things around like jellyfish. She didn’t exactly treasure the thought of standing in one of them barefoot. Ew.

“Of course,” Amber smiled.

They settled into a comforting routine where Roseanne stared out the window, occasionally jotting down some notes in her small hard backed notebook. Amber played with Roseanne’s long, wavy pale brown hair, taking time out every several minutes to complain.

It was about three quarters of an hour into the routine when Roseanne felt the call of nature and squeezed past her girlfriend who, whilst smiling sweetly, groped her ass. The brunette just laughed and rolled her eyes playfully.

As she wandered down the aisle she realised how much the crowd had thinned out, leaving only a few travellers. Roseanne stored this knowledge then went to relieve herself in quite a large (and clean) bathroom. It was clearly a disabled toilet, with it’s space and extra fittings. She felt the tendrils of an idea spread throughout of her mind and by the time she returned to her seat she was smiling wickedly.

“Uh oh,” Amber said. “I know that look. So what are you planning?”

Roseanne assumed a look of innocence. “Why, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” her voice was lick honey, dripping sweetness. “All I was thinking about was how I had thought of a way to alleviate your boredom. Of course you’re not interested so…” She trailed off then attempted to get back to her seat, but of course Amber didn’t make things easy.

After about ten minutes (it couldn’t have been much more) Amber broke the silence like the brunette knew she would. “I’m bored. What did you have in mind?”

Roseanne grinned then poked Amber so that she knew to get up and stand in the aisle. Then she walked towards the rear of the train and the redhead followed (without question because she trusted her girlfriend) assuming that they were just going to the catering carriage.

Comfortable with this belief she didn’t realise that Roseanne had stopped until she was practically walking into her. She watched as the brunette entered the disabled toilet, and yelped as her arm was grabbed so that she too was stood in the large space.

The door was locked and for the first time since the journey began the couple was truly alone.

This opportunity was, of course, not wasted. They quickly closed the distance between them and kissed. They kissed as if their lives depended on it, making it as long and as deep as possible.

Amber quickly forgot about the boredom she had been complaining about and Roseanne delighted in the fact that she was doing something wonderful for her love.

The taller of the pair (by two inches) was Roseanne and as seen as it was her idea she assumed control. Pulling the toilet seat down she pushed the other down so that she was sat on it, and she planted a soft kiss where the jaw met the neck. She trailed little kisses along the redhead’s jaw line and Amber half moaned and half giggled.

Then she started kissing down her girlfriend’s neck, until she reached where her shirt began. So she reversed course and ended up, once more, kissing Amber fully, although not as urgently as before. They were both under the belief they had all the time in the world.

The kiss was only broken so that Roseanne could remove the cumbersome material, thus revealing Amber’s full breasts and lacy blue bra.

This time she could continue the kisses down to the waistband of the skirt that Amber wore. As they kissed again Roseanne skilfully undid the clasps at the back of the bra, letting the piece of material fall between them and releasing her girlfriend’s breasts so that they could be admired easily. The cold air made her nipples stand erect.

Roseanne leaned forward and sucked the left one, whilst gently squeezing the other and playing with it between her index finger and thumb. She loved the closeness she had with her girlfriend, but knew that they could both get more enjoyment from this. So as she continued her ministrations her free hand, the right one, snaked downwards, under the hem of her partners skirt to where she could rest her hand on Amber’s crotch, just gentle massaging though the material of her panties. No doubt they matched the previously discarded bra, because that’s just what the redhead was like.

Amber moaned at all the attention she was being shown. “More,” she urged not wanting any material (or anything) to come between her and her lover.

Smiling the brunette complied. She pulled both the panties and the skirt down so that they lay discarded with the bra (the matching set obvious), a little way from the shirt.

Then, ever so gently, she plunged her middle finger into her lover’s warmth, who responded with a load moan, which was silenced with a kiss. As that was deepened, Roseanne entered with another finger so that Amber felt like the sensations were coming from almost everywhere.

Roseanne then removed her fingers causing the redhead to whimper. Her two digits were slick, and so she liked them clean, much to Amber’s ever growing excitement. Then, smiling, she used her tongue and ‘kissed’ her girlfriend where her finger’s had just been. Her tongue easily slid in as far as it could, and she gently moved it in and out, gaining more speed as her lover moaned and begged for more.

Amber was blushing shamelessly, and Roseanne knew that her panties would be oh so very wet.

As soon as she withdrew her tongue, she pushed Amber back and, as they kissed each other hungrily, the brunette rubbed against her girlfriend’s leg. Even though the layers of material this had the desired effect and her moans mingled with those of her beloveds.

“Let’s come together,” she managed, and the two voices mingled in ecstasy, before they came back to earth.

Sharing a lazy smile, Roseanne asked, “Who said train journeys had to be boring?”