A/N: Warning: people behaving OOC! I do not own these characters.

Bella's POV

Dinner flew by. Edward seemed genuinely interested in my background and I was grateful he seemed to steer the conversation to comfortable topics. I wanted to ask him about his own life, especially since I knew he had lost his girlfriend in a boating accident six months ago, but I didn't want to intrude on his private life, after all he was a public figure.

After dinner, I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I was feeling tipsy and restrained in my high heels so I wanted to get my sneakers from my trolley in the back of the car. I also pulled my toilet bag so I could brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came out of the bathroom I was aware of someone behind me but didn't look. What happened next was so fast. A hand grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me against the door, I fell. A man pressed himself against me but I couldn't see his face. He smelled of cigarettes and scotch and sweat. I tried to say something but his grip on my neck was too tight. Then I felt him being pulled away from me and as I turned around Edward covered my body with his. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? I told you not to mess with my girl!" He was yelling and soon the conductor and a security officer were restraining the man, I couldn't see his face. "Can't you arrest this guy?" Edward demanded. "Having fun, asstard!?"

"Edward!" I whispered placing my hand on his shoulder. He turned and immediately hugged me, he was seeping anger from every pore.

"God, Bella! Are you ok?" He shook me. I just nodded.

"Mr. Cullen, we'll have to take both your statements in order to evict this person from the train on our next stop." The security guard said. We just nodded and got back to our seats. Thankfully people were pretending to mind their own business. The attendant brought us blankets and hot tea but I couldn't wait for them all to leave us alone, and after taking our statements they did, taking the guy to the conductor's compartment. Edward and I sat in silence watching the scenery go by the window, and it wasn't until the next stop, and seeing that man being escorted out of the train that we finally sat back in our seats, he was still holding my hand under the blanket and he was softly brushing my thigh with his fingers. I concentrated on the feeling of his long fingers stroking my thigh. I'd never felt anything like it. He looked at me but said nothing and neither did I. I just leaned into his shoulder and finally fell asleep.

When I woke up it was morning. We were sleeping at an unconfortable angle. I had both my arms around his neck and his arms were around my waist. He looked adorable sleeping, his mouth slightly open. I studied his face intently. he was better looking in person than on TV. He had the kind of slender muscular body that came from working hard rather than the gym, I inched closer to his face to take in his musky morning smell. God, I could live off that scent. I felt his body react to mine under me. He smiled before opening his eyes. "Good morning, beautiful!" he whispered and kissed my forehead before finally releasing my waist so I could sit up. He stretched and looked around. There were less seats occupied.

"I need to go to the bathroom." I whispered. He nodded once getting up and offering me his hand. I just stared at it and got up myself. I tried to push past him but he stood his ground, still offering me his hand.

"I'm not letting you go on your own. I'm not going to let you get hurt, I might lose you." he said softly.

"And how exactly are you going to lose me on a moving train?" I laughed. Was he really this insecure or was this an act. His face was too grave, so I just grabbed his hand and he escorted me to the bathroom. He followed me in and locked the door. Was he really expecting me to let him in such a private moment? I felt myself get angry, I wanted to wipe his smirk off his face.

"Please let me freshen up and wait outside!" I opened the door and he stepped outside. I almost shut the door but then remembered something. "Hey! Can you just do me a favor?" He cocked his eyebrow. God, he was gorgeous and he knew it. "Can you do me a favor, just for a huge groupie?" he gave me his half smile. I was totally acting like a fan girl. He knew it. I knew it. My face was beyond red. "Can you just open your shirt for me...please." I whispered. He grinned and immediately unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his famously tattooed chiseled chest and abs. I let out a long breath. My hand shot out to touch him but I caught myself before actually touching him. "Like I said, God's gift to women." I made a joke just because I didn't know what to say. I was too far gone. He grabbed by hand and placed it on his ab. He took a step closer and before I could do anything his face was half an inch from mine and he was very serious.

"This is your only warning, never tease if you're not prepared to go through with it" He brushed his nose on mine. I blinked and I was alone.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was leaning against the wall waiting for me, he smiled and offered me his hand. I took it and smiled back. It was his way of saying we're together. And I accepted it.

Heading back to our seats, the attendant was there with our breakfast trays.

"Amtrak would like to extend our apologies to you Mr. Cullen and to you Miss Swan." Her smile grew wider but her eyes were stone cold. "if there is anything we could do to make your travel easier..."

"Actually, there is something..." Edward squeezed my hand. "Both Miss Swan and I will be traveling on to Seattle from Chicago." Jessica just nodded. "You can't expect Miss Swan to travel uncomfortably for the whole journey. You have to upgrade her."

"Mr. Cullen, I'm sorry but that Train's sleeping car is fully booked." Jessica's voice hitched up, she let her fear show. She'd been on the phone to the boss man probably all night. Damage control.

"I know for a fact there's an extra bed in compartment 12." he flashed his smile. Jessica exhaled. Relieved. I on the other hand was burning from head to toe at his suggestion. I needed to hide. "Oh, and I've already called my agent about this. I'm well aware compensation is well above your pay grade." Now he was just being snotty.

"I'm quite sure that won't be necessary!" I said before finally sitting down and digging in to the pancakes.

Edward's POV

She was positively shining with anger, this woman. I knew why she was angry. But I wasn't going to back down. If she was incapable of taking care of herself, I'd do it for her. It had taken all my willpower not to break that sleazeball's arm. And all my self control not to fuck her in the bathroom when she asked to see my tattoos. Now I wouldn't stop. I'd called Jake after she'd fallen asleep. Bad news is always great news to a guy like Jake and he was already spinning the story before I got off the phone. "Do what you gotta do, I want her name out of the papers." I warned him. "Make sure this damned company understands they have to make it up to her, what if she was traveling by herself?"

"Well, Edward, she is travelling by herself! You just happened to be at the right time at the right place, like the hero you are!" Jake chuckled. "I can see the headlines now... Don't worry, I'm gonna bleed them dry!"

"Jake! Just make sure they pay her! I don't care about me!" Jake was a great agent. He always had an angle.

"Edward, Eddie, my man! This is gonna be great! Don't you worry! When have I ever let you down?" Was he really asking? Did he have the nerve to ask me that?

"Whatever the fuck ever, just get it done."

And now she was sitting there, eating, ignoring me, pissed off, pissing me off. My cock twitched in it's permanent hard-on. Hell, I wanted to have her. Twisted depraved mind of mine, please don't get the better of me. I really like this woman. Like? When I saw that beast on top of her, opening his fly with his free hand, her helpless welps, all my body lurched forward. And I thought.. Almost said it out loud... MINE! She's mine! I almost told him... and then all I could say was my girl. I wanted to say something else entirely.

She pushed another forkful into her mouth. I grabbed her hand and removed the fork. "Stop stuffing your face, I'm looking out for you, no biggie!" She slapped my hand away and fought me unsuccessfully for the fork. "Silly Bella! Stop it before you get hurt." I smiled and she gave up. "Is it going to be so horrible spending three days alone with me? God's gift to women?" I threw her own words back at her.

"Just shut up!" She threw her hands up. "Don't you think I didn't catch that horrible thing you were saying to the stewardess!"

"Horrible thing? Bella?" I was loosing my patience, how old was she? 5? "Bella you were attacked in this train... if I hadn't been here... Fuck!" And there went my composure. "Fuck, let me help you and just shut the fuck up!" never ever say that to a woman. She just shut down and for the next six hours she just looked out the window until we rode into Chicago. We got up to get our things and just as we were exiting the train I was swarmed by a group of teenagers asking for autographs. I signed the first two but then stopped, we'd been separated. I felt physical pain. I looked around me and couldn't find her. The teenagers were getting annoyed. And annoying. The I felt a familiar tugging of my pinkie finger, I looked behind me and there she was looking down at the floor, a step behind me. I didn't care we were up front and center stage, I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. And together we ran towards the first class lounge where we were safe behind closed doors. I pulled her to me and hugged her. "I'm sorry."

She kissed my cheek. I was never gonna wash my face again.