“Well, since you said it so politely, no.” He said and you huffed.
“I will sit on you.” You warned, and he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, whatever.” He said, not believing you.
“Fine.” You said, your voice an octave higher, and you set in his lap.
“Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?” He asked.
“You wouldn’t move, and I warned you.” You spoke.
“Well get off of me.” He demanded.
“Are you going to get out of my reserved seat?” You asked and he huffed.
“Well that settles it then, doesn’t it?” You questioned and he sighed.
After a long moment of silence passed, an awkward tension began to settle on the both of you. You could definitely feel him getting turned on, and you were turned on yourself. The man you sat on coughed awkwardly, shifting a bit and you cleared your throat.
“Still want me to get up?” You asked and he cleared his throat.
“I, uh, I’d rather you not.” He confessed.
You raised your brow at the man in the trench coat that was sitting in your reserved seat. You sighed, walking up to him.
“Alright, buddy, I’m gonna have to ask you to move.” You stated.
“Why?” He asked.
“Cause that’s my seat.” You said and he raised a brow.
“I believe it belongs to the train.” He said, slightly confused.
“So you’re not getting up?” You questioned.
“No.” He said and you shrugged.
“Alrighty then.” You sighed, sitting in his lap.
“What are you doing?” He questioned.
“Sitting in my seat.” You said stubbornly.
“But you are also sitting on me.” He pointed out.
“Well you wouldn’t get up.” You retorted.
Silence fell on the both of you, and you saw him tap his finger on his leg out of the corner of your eye. You began to feel awkward, and you could tell that he was as well. A blush crept up on your cheeks as you began to realize you were actually beginning to become turned on by sitting in his lap. Dirty thoughts invaded your mind and you cleared your throat.
“This is going to be a long ride.” He said and you nodded.
“I can always just get up.” You blankly offered, not really intending on standing up.
“That will not be necessary.”
You sighed, looking at the man who was in your seat. You rubbed your temples for a moment, trying to clear your brain of the stress it had gone under today. You marched up to him, tapping him on the shoulder.
“Hi, you’re in my seat.” You spoke and he looked confused.
“Can’t you just sit in a different one?” He asked, motioning to the various open seats.
“I could actually ask you the same thing.” You stated and he sighed.
“Listen-” He began.
“Are you getting up or not?” You interjected.
“No.” He said after a moment.
You sighed heavily, resisting the urge to just scream. You debated just sitting in another seat for a moment before a sudden fire burned within you. Damn it, you were not letting this happen today. You were already too stressed, and you’d be damned if you just let him sit there. You huffed, sitting in his lap, earning a surprised sound from him.
“What-What are you doing?” He asked, both shocked and confused.
“This is my seat.” You said stubbornly, crossing your arms.
“So you decided sitting in my lap was a good idea?” He questioned.
“A brilliant one, actually.” You stated and he rolled his eyes.
After a moment of silence, the tension turned from stubborn hatred to awkward sexual tension. You took a deep breath in an effort to compose yourself, and he cleared his throat. The vehicle hit a bump, causing you to bounce up briefly before landing back on his lap.