InsaneJournal

WHO. Adam Pucey and Westly Nott
WHEN. Train ride Home
WHERE. Train, an isolated compartment
RATING. TBA, but most likely high
STATUS. Closed / Incomplete

Adam silkily moved through the small gaps in between clustered groups in the train corridor, his eyes searching every compartment he passed to note familiar faces. He had figured it would be easier if he knew how close or far he was to who, just in case anyone would notice where he was to spend his hours in the usually boring train ride. The mere thought of who was waiting for him at the farthest compartment made him quicken his steps.

The nearer he was to the end of the hall, the fewer the number of lingered. At last, he arrived, and after a quick glance at the long corridor he had been from, he went inside the compartment silently. "Sorry. I'd been held up." he said, taking the seat opposite his Westly, his hands resting inside his robe pockets. The desire to simply pull the other to his lap and snog him to incoherence was much too tempting to resist, but he fought against such urges. Good things come to those who wait, after all. And Westly DID say he had good things in store for them on this ride, didn't he?