Dreamscapes

Monday

Bella stretches like a cat as she gradually comes awake. She luxuriously stretches her arms above her head, and rolls over onto the cool, empty side of her bed. She frowns. There is supposed to be a warm, soft body lying next to her, isn't there? What happened? She rubs her legs together and is surprised to find herself fully clothed. For some reason, the soft fabric feels constricting. Did Jacob somehow dress her while she was sleeping? She blinks her fuzzy eyes in confusion and turns toward her rocking chair. Oh, good. He's here. She smiles. His oversized body barely fits in the chair. Why is Jacob wearing a shirt? He was stark naked when she climbed into his bed the night before. Mmmmm. Jacob naked. What a sight. She looks back down at her pillow. Wait. She went to his bedroom last night, not hers. What is she doing here?

A musical chuckle startles her. It's the wrong voice. "Your dreams were, ahem, eventful last night."

She stiffens. What is Edward doing here? How can he sound so amused to find Jacob here in her room? She rolls back over to face the room and spies Edward sitting in the rocking chair. "Um, good morning?"

The smile he aims at her is a new one. It looks almost dangerous. "You know I love that that you talk in your sleep."

Oh God. It was all a dream. Jacob isn't here, but Edward has been here all night, and by the look on his face he was privy to quite a bit of her subconscious mind's activities. She is absolutely mortified. His eyes are sparkling. "Don't be embarrassed, love. It's normal and natural. The wedding is only a few weeks away, and I know you're thinking about us. I am too." His eyes darken and his voice drops in pitch, "I miss being able to dream the way you were last night. But soon enough, it won't matter. We can live those experiences with each other instead of just dreaming of them."

He obviously thinks she was dreaming of him. It's only slightly less mortifying, but she is very grateful that he can't see her thoughts. Not once has she dreamed about him in such clear detail. The dream is as precise as memory.

"I've never wished more that I could see into that mind of yours, Bella." She realizes he's gripping the arms of the rocking chair tightly, barely restraining himself from denting the wood. "I wanted so badly to see that dream. But it's probably best that I couldn't."

She laughs nervously. She can't think of a thing to say to this. They never talk about their sexuality in this direct way.

"You don't know the control I had to exert over myself last night, Bella. It was one of the most difficult experiences of my existence. It was the sweetest torture. I nearly fled from the room. I got as far as the tree outside the window, but the sound of your voice drew me back in." He is staring at her intently. He licks his lips. "You were absolutely enthralling, my love."

Suddenly he's gone, and the chair is rocking and empty. Charlie knocks on her door. "Are you up, Bells? I'm on my way to work. You're going to be late to Newton's if you don't get out of bed soon."

She coughs and clears her throat. "Thanks, Dad, I just woke up. See you for dinner?"

"Okay, kiddo, have a good day."

His footsteps recede, and Edward emerges from her closet. "You have me so distracted this morning, Bella. I didn't hear him coming until he was right outside the door." He flashes quickly to stand next to the bed and bends over her, pressing his lips firmly against hers. She shivers in response, and he smiles, mistaking it for pleasure. His lips are too hard. Too cold. She flashes back to her dream. His hot mouth on her is pure pleasure. He pulls back just a little, and she is alarmed until she feels him move down to plunge his long tongue deep into her. She flinches and imagines unyielding stone on her soft, warm core. It doesn't seem nearly as appealing as it used to, now that her body has a memory of something better.

She isn't responding to Edward's kiss. He pulls back and frowns. "What's wrong?"

Everything. Nothing. She is so confused. She smiles sheepishly. "I just need a human moment, Edward."

It's not entirely a lie, so he believes it without question. "Of course, how foolish of me. Like I said, you have me so distracted. I'm about to make you late for work, aren't I?" He pushes himself off her, and she feels an unfamiliar sense of relief. He moves to the window. "Go ahead and get ready, love. I'll just wait until your father is gone and I'll be going as well. I'll see you tonight?" She nods, and he leans forward to drop another cold kiss on her lips. She flees to the bathroom before he can give her another.

She shuts the door and leans her forehead against it. What's wrong with her? For nearly the entire duration of their relationship, she has been waiting for him to express this kind of desire. She should be taking advantage of it. She should be wrapping her hands into his tousled bronze hair and pulling him toward her. She should be indulging in the deep kisses he is usually too afraid to give her. She should be pushing his boundaries to see just how far he will go.

Instead, she is hiding in her bathroom remembering the burning touch of another man. A man she already rejected. A man whose lips have only actually touched hers twice. A man who is apparently haunting her dreams. When Jacob finally moves, instead of reaching for her breasts, he pulls her up and toward him. She falls forward and locks her arms so as not to smother him with her chest. Although that is probably what he wants, because he reaches for her left n****e not with his fingers but with his tongue. He traces circles along her aureola with the tip, and laves the hardened peak with the flat expanse. It sends a deep ache between her legs and she moans deeply. He draws as much of her breast into his mouth as he is able, and he suckles lightly. She flushes at the memory despite herself.

She shakes her head to clear it. She really is going to be late if she doesn't hurry. She turns the shower on and strips out of her pajamas, and brushes her teeth while she waits for the water to warm. She steps into the steamy shower and the heat transports her. He has her lovely ass gripped in his large, hot hands. She is desperate. Wanting. But not knowing exactly what it is she wants. She is on the verge of begging when finally, finally, he reaches out his tongue to lave the entire length of her slit. The taste is pure s*x, and his c**k throbs in response. Now he wants more. He teases her with a few more light strokes of his tongue, not quite stroking along the nub, until she is whimpering with need. With a groan, he gives in and presses his tongue firmly against her c**t, and she screams.

This is ridiculous. It was just a dream. She needs to get a hold of herself. She quickly finishes her morning routine and steps into the hallway wrapped only in a towel. She should have grabbed an outfit on her way to the bathroom. Will Edward still be in her room? She's not sure she wants to see him now in her state of undress. She pushes her bedroom door open cautiously and breathes a sigh of relief when she finds it empty.

She rushes off to work, pulling into a parking spot just in time to meet Mrs. Newton at the door of the store.