Dirty Imagines

I place my bag in the overhead compartment and take a seat. I've ridden a train once before and loved it, I knew I had to do it again. I loved seeing the scenery from the windows and the different stations as we passed by. I needed this trip to clear my head. To think it all through and discard in the end. But would I truly be able to do it, clear him out of my head?
It doesn't take long to find the melody in the clicking of the train as it glides over the tracks. Of course, my mind finds a song that goes right along with the beat. Before long, I' m humming along to it. I catch it and reprimand myself for falling for it, yes, he's even in my sub-conscience.
To take my mind off the rhythm, I people watch. The man reading a paper, I wonder if he knows he has one blue sock, one black. The elderly couple towards the front, He has two pair of glasses on, one on his face the other on his head and he's looking for something, probably his glasses. His wife, whether she is ignoring him, asleep or just used to it all, I dont know. The lady with the children is at her breaking point, almost in tears. Her shoulders are slouched, no wedding ring on. One child clings to her, one is getting into mischief.
I decide to stretch my legs and stand up. The dining car is a few cars back maybe I'll check it out. I open the door and the first scent is coffee. People trying to stay awake. I find a table and take a seat. I order a burger and some water and look around at who I share this car with.
I eat my burger in silence and decide I'll explore, I'll walk to the end of the train, or as far as I can go, whichever comes first.
At first, its kind of tricky, but you learn to step with the foot in which the train rocks. Rock to the right, step to the right, so on and so forth.
I feel the train start to lean but it knocks me off balance. I step and lean in the wrong direction. I put my hand up to catch myself and it lands on a sleeper car door. The one door thar was not shut all the way. I lie in the floor and think, 'why me?'.
Obviously if it was unlocked it is unoccupied. "Fuck fuck fuck!" and i kick something.
"Do you always yell obscenities when you fall?"
A head appears from behind a curtain. I cover my mouth.
"I'm so sorry if I woke you" I get up rather quickly, get my footing and dash out the door. I make my way as quickly as I can to the dining car and take a seat, my back facing the direction I came.
I feel someone brush up against my shoulder, I look up as he takes a seat across from me.
"Why did you run? I'm always up for conversation. Come"
He stands up and extends his hand, beckoning me to join him. I place my hand in his and follow, him never releasing my hand.
We get to his room, he unlocks the door and opens it. "Always lock your door, you never know who will come in on you" he says with a smirk. "Sit" as he motions towards a bench, he sits on the bed.
"Name?"
"Jenny."
"Harry"
"I know who you are"
"Ah, but you dont know me, you only know of me. So, tell me about me. Go on, maybe you can teach me something."
I began to list off facts, he then interrupts.
"I can find all that on google. How old are you?"
"21"
"So that made you 17 when the band started. Interesting. How about I tell you some things about you."
II smile, "Be my guest"
"For starters, you're a thinker, a student, you have a broken heart, its all in your eyes. You chew your nails, you should really stop that, Niall does that when he gets nervous. What are you running from? Him? Memories of him, with him?
I sit there stunned. Am I that much of an open book?
I look at him and a smile spreads across his face, he chuckles to himself, wipes the corners of his lips with this finger tips. "You know, I could help you forget about him. I have the innate ability to do that."
Is he serious? Who does he think I am? "Oh really? At this point I'm up for anything that gets him out of my head" Did that just leave my mouth?
He gets up from off the bunk and sits next to me. He smells good, too good. His fingers curled, they cup my chin and lift it to his lips, stopping short of actually touching. "Are you ready, there's no going back." I nod yes. He pulls my lips to his and kisses me, I return the kiss. He smiles, "Memory still there?" I nod again. His lips find mine a little more intense this time. His mouth opening slightly, his tongue begging for entrance. I comply.
My hand reaches up to his neck, his hair is up. Damnit! He senses what I'm looking for and stops kissing me and takes his hair down. "Is that what you were searching for?"
As we start kissing again, My hands find his hair. Its so soft. The kiss is heating up and becoming mored needy. I fist his curls as he bites my lower lip and kisses my jawline, moving down to my neck. A moan leaves his lips.
He pulls away quickly. He stands up and removes his boots and shirt. Black skinnies, the only thing remaining. He pulls me to the bunk. I remove my shoes and jeans. How he can move in his is beyond me.
He lays me down facing him, his hand resting on my hip. I feel a magnetism and put my leg on his. My hands are exploring his smooth chest and move down to his jeans and stop, I hold the waistband at his button.
"Dont tease me, unbutton it." My mind is realing and my heart thumping out of my chest. His hand leaves my hip and travels up my shirt finding my breast. His hand moves to my back and undoes my bra, yes, one handed.
I unzip his jeans my hand trying to stay above the action, almost scared to know. As if he read my mind, he moves my hand to his erection. My eyes fly open, they meet his. Our lips disconnect. He helps me off with my shirt and bra in one movement.
He stands to remove his jeans and does so with great ease. His black boxers cant conceal the bulge in them and he removes them. My jaw drops. "Close the mouth love or I'll think you want it in there" Mouth is closed. He joins me back on the bunk and removes my panties and covers us up.
His hand on my hip, he pulls me close to him, his cock skimming my thigh. My breathing is already heavy. He moves over on top of me his knee separating my knees. slides down in position and enters me. Nothing forceful or demanding about it. He's slow and easy as if he's being easy on my heart. I look at his eyes and the green is brighter than I remember.
"Faster, I need to forget". He picks up the speed and his rocking into me. I slide my hands down his chest and to his stomach. I reach for his arms and feel as the muscles strain holding up his weight. My legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer. The thrusts speed up forcefully. I feel the fire in the pit of my stomach start to build. His lips pursed together, his eyes watching me. He leans back and pushes my knees back to get better access and deeper. I moan in pleasure. As my back arches, he sees I'm about to come and lowers my legs and is on me, his lips on my clavicle gently kissing as I reach my high and come. He comes and whispers cursings into my neck.
He flops over beside me and catches his breath. He removes his condom, leans over me and tosses it.
"Who or what were we talking about?" he asks with a smile on his face.
"I don't know, I forget"

Notes

Its long but a ground work must be laid to get the essence of the story.