Requested by _Binsan_

        The Orient Express train was so fancy, you felt a little out of place, even though you were travelling with your fiancee, Edward Ratchett.

          You were a pharmacist, and Edward was an art dealer, and you two had met when he'd came into the pharmacy where you worked to get some over the counter medicines.

           You took the cashier since he was in the bathroom at the time, and that led to a conversation with Edward.

           He intrigued you, his peculiar scar on his eyebrow, his deep voice.

           From there, you two had hung out, and then eventually started dating. Three months ago he'd proposed to you, and now you were engaged.

          You were accompanying him on the trip aboard the Orient Express, because he had an important business meeting in London with other art dealers. You'd never been to London, but had wanted to support him too, so that was why you came along.

           Ironically, though, he'd been kind of distant for the past few hours, even though he'd insisted that you come along simply for the 'amazement that is London' as he had put it.

          "Stop it," he hissed, tensing as your foot gently prodded his under the table. "What are you doing?"

         He was currently reading The Maltese Falcon, and had a glass of whiskey on the table.

         You leaned back in your chair, feigning mock innocence, "What do you mean? I'm just stretching my legs, Edward."

          He rolled his eyes, but his fingers tightened on the book as he held it to continue reading, occasionally taking a sip of whiskey.

           Seriously? Is it too much to ask that I want his attention?

          "Edward.."

          "Yes, my dear?"

          You smirked, leaning forward, your face propped on your hands. "What could be more interesting than your fiancee?"

          "A book about crime, if you will. What, you want me to stop reading? Fine." He marked the book before closing it.

          "Thank you. Can I ask you something?"

          "What is it?"

          Oh, this would be good.

          You leaned across the table to put your mouth next to his ear. And, being not so subtle, your shirt had a few buttons open, slightly exposing your chest at the angle you were at.

         And, of course, Edward had an eyeful of it.

       "Do you want to see my new-"

       "Mr. Ratchett?" A voice inquired.

        "Fuck." Your fiancee cursed under his breath before you both faced Masterman, who stood, his hands crossed in front of him.

         "What is it, Masterman?"

         "I would like to inform you that MacQueen has gathered the receipts for Milan and is getting them in order."

          Edward smiled. "Thank you, I need them by tonight."

          "Y/L/N." Masterman greeted you, before making his way to the other side of the car.

           Maybe three seconds passed before you spoke again, "Anyways, about that-"

           "No. Come here, Y/N." Edward stood up, gathering his glass on a plate for the waiters to collect. "Excuse me? I'm done with this here." He said to a waiter, who graciously took away his used glass and plate.

           Without another word, he grabbed your wrist, leading you to one end of the car, where the rooms were.

           You both shared a room.

           The only sounds were your footsteps, and then the door opening and slamming shut firmly.

           You barely had a chance to react before his lips were on yours hungrily, his hands running over your body.

           His anger and annoyance could be felt by the way that he kissed you, taking complete control, not letting you have a chance.

           "Mmph!"

           He pulled away, eyeing your chest. "Being a tease, with your feet and now this?" He flicked your nipple through the shirt in emphasis, making you gasp.

            "You want my attention, you got it sweetheart."

            He ripped open your shirt, exposing your chest and torso to his lustful eyes. Your skin heated up everywhere you felt his gaze, from your chest, your torso, and lower...

           But instead he kissed you again, groping your chest and tugging the shirt off, before undoing his jacket.

           The rusting of fabric could be heard, and he expertly unsnapped the button on your pants before turning you around, pressing your front to the window.

         Not on the bed or the floor? Okay, then. But why-

           You shuddered as the cool air of the room his your bare legs. "Edward-"

           "Yes, my dear?"

           He was marking up your shoulder blades and neck, making it very obvious who you were with. One of his hands trailed to the front of your body, stroking your core in ways that made you whimper and roll your hips.

         He was so close to you, he knew you wouldn't say anything, knew your body well enough that if he rubbed and stroked  just right, you'd eventually roll your hips back against his-

           "Why am I against the window? I'm not complaining, but, why?" You panted, rolling your hips against his hand.

        The morning sky and the bright green fields outside contrasted sharply with was going on in your room.

         He chuckled at your reactions. "So needy. Anyway," he breathed against your neck, "It's so that everyone can see who you belong to."

         Your eyes went wide upon feeling how hard he was behind you. Oh, wow.

         More rustling, more panting breaths, before your underwear was soon hooked down to your ankles.

         Edward's frame dwarfed yours by comparison, making this  very easy for him to maneuver your body against the glass as he saw fit.

       "You're gonna be a tease, you'll get treated like one, sweetheart." His breath against your skin made you shudder automatically.

         "Grab the top of the window, forearms against the- there we go, good. Now keep your legs together." He drawled huskily, and you turned your head to kiss him.

         He chuckled, pulling back. Mocking you. Giving you a taste of how he felt at the table earlier.

        It's only fair, right?

"I don't think so." He breathed, leaning closer.

         His skin on yours right now felt electrifying. Like you were a flame and he was the only one that could put you out.

         His length, warm and hard, slid along the back of your thighs before his hand came up into your hair, pushing your head to the side. "Next time," he growled, grinding the tip against your hole, "You want my attention, all you need to do is ask. Got it?"

         Without another word, you were shoved forward as he pressed at you. A choked gasp left your lips at the stretch, and his guttural groan sounded in your ear as he bottomed out.

          No matter how many times, you could never quite get over how well he stretched you.

          Your lidded eyes suddenly snapped open with realization. You bit back a moan as he began a pace, "Oh, crap, what if everyone hears?"

          Edward sighed, his hands gripping your hips, smoothing up your back to arch it more, "Let them hear. Let them hear how you're so desperate, how you risked quite a bit," Another hand fisted in your hair, holding you up, "And how you're paying the price for it, sweetheart."

        With that, he started thrusting at an overwhelming pace, absolutely relentless, one that made you whimper and groan, the side of your face against the wall as yout took what he gave you.

           And boy, did you take him well. So, so well.

          All you could do was try your hardest to keep quiet, but who was that fooling? His hips were pounding against your butt so hard, the sound of smacking skin was audible.

           And he knew you were enjoying this, felt it with every clench of your core, every pulse of your muscles. Whenever he'd nip and lick at your ear and neck, or fondle your nipples with his skilled fingers, or practically bruise your hips with his fingers to better pound at you, he knew you loved how it felt.

          But you took him so well, it was insane.

         You felt heavenly to him, every muscle and your warmth around him drove him nuts, even more so with the circumstances.

        He'd have to remember to thank you later for teasing him.

          A tug at your scalp made you turn your head to meet his gaze, and his eyes glittered as he saw your wrecked state: your eyes were lidded with bliss, sweat slicking your chest nd collarbones, and your lips puffy from kissing.

          "Fuck, you're beautiful," Edward mused, his temples shiny with sweat, his eyes dark with lust. The angle was perfect for him to lean and kiss you sloppily, licking and tasting your mouth, tasting the cake you'd eaten earlier. You looked amazing like this, at his mercy, absolutely wrecked.

            Your core was clenching nonstop, signalling that you were close to finishing anytime now, to which Edward broke away from the kiss and pressed you harder back against the window.

             His free hand travelled down, stroking and rubbing at you in the way he knew you liked.

           In a way that, combined with his fast thrusts, had you shaking and twitching from the overstimulation, that had you biting onto your hand to keep from screaming at how good it felt.

           "Wanna finish, Y/N?" He rasped, his other hand tightening on your hip, the other one never stopping it's movements.

           Of course, what do you think?

           Your vision suddenly blurred and clouded as he gave some very hard thrusts, definitely his last few ones, before you both let out the most sinful of moans with your climaxes.

         For a few moments, you forgot that you were on a train, with other passengers, getting fucked against a window. For a few moments, you forgot what you had even done to get into this situation.

          For a few moments, you'd forgotten why you'd upset Edward in the first place.

         He pulled out, circling an arm around your waist before you both collapsed to the floor.

        Both of you were winded, but that didn't stop him from trying to soothe you after the act.

         Edward pulled you to lay atop his chest, and he draped his jacket over you to cover your exposed back. His palms smoothed over your hair and your back through the fabric. Huh.

         "Are...are you alright, Y/N? I was a bit rough back there, I'm sorry." He chuckled half heartedly, but you rolled your eyes. "I'll be okay, Edward. Besides," you propped yourself on your forearms to glance at him, "It's nothing you haven't done before."

         He smirked at your boldness.

         "Really, now? Maybe I should choose the window more often-"

         "Edward!"

        
*Screw it, I barely edited this, and it's currently 12:24 AM. I'm pretty happy with how this turned out.