Author's Note: Hey, everyone! This is my first fanfic, so let me know what you think! I've been reading all of your wonderful stories for weeks now, so I finally decided to write one. Here goes nothing!
Bella's POV
My alarm sounded at 6 a.m. sharp, jostling me out of a deep sleep. I'd had an interesting dream, but it proved just as fleeting as any other, already buried miles beneath my subconscious. It no doubt had been spurred by Edward's curious behavior the night before. I slowly opened one eye, then the other, and tilted my head slightly to see Edward next to me, lying still as a statue, but looking more god-like than ever, if that was possible. Remembering I was still human, I mumbled "good morning" and darted to the bathroom for a human minute to take care of my bed head and morning breath. I returned to find Edward, my angel, sitting on the foot of my bed, wearing an unreadable expression.
"Sorry about that," I called to him upon reentering the room. "If only I was immortal like you, we wouldn't have to worry about this human nonsense. Such a waste of time, if you ask me," I teased, while still distracted in my attempt to recall my dream from the night before. Although bits and pieces began flashing through my mind, I already suspected the general subject matter, and why I had been so desperate to remember it.
"Bella, be serious now. You only have to wait a little while longer and then we have all of eternity to be together," Edward replied, his voice akin to honey. He effortlessly pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist. My heart fluttered in my chest. "Besides, you should enjoy your sleep while you still can; you won't be having dreams like that for much longer."
"What makes you think…oh god, what did I say this time?" I groaned, unsure what might have inadvertently slipped out in my sleep this time. My dream was coming back to me more vividly now. Edward and I in our meadow, his skin sparkling in the sun, our bodies entwined…
Bella, snap out of it before he sees you blushing! I scolded myself. I thought I had decided last night I wouldn't let him affect me this way any more. No matter, soon I wouldn't be dreaming up such scenarios because it would be my reality, not some as of yet unfulfilled desire. For some unfathomable reason Edward was desperate to protect my virtue, or his; I still wasn't quite sure which. At any rate, until we were married and had properly consummated our relationship, my teenage hormones, and subsequent fantasies, would need an outlet.
I gave Edward an uneasy smile, willing his answer to be something that wouldn't flush my cheeks blood red.
"Don't worry, Bella, nothing you said was incriminating," he smiled to himself, as if remembering some inside joke. "Besides, if I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it," he added.
"Oh you know how I love when you speak in riddles, Edward," I said sarcastically. Ugh! He always knew exactly what I wanted to hear. Regardless, I would find out what I had said in my sleep, what he was keeping from me. If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought he could read my mind.
Before my mental war could rage any further, Edward turned the full power of his ocher eyes to mine, and I was unable to turn away. My pulse quickened and my heart, along with my resolve, melted swiftly away.
"On second thought, I don't want to know," I told him. I burrowed my face into his muscular chest and breathed in deeply, intoxicating myself with his heavenly scent. I sighed, wishing I could stay in Edward's arms forever.
I looked up to see him smiling, once again. "Whatever are you thinking?" I asked.
"I could stay here forever, too."
Author's Note (again): Please don't hesitate to review and let me know what you think! (As an aspiring writer, I'd like to here constructive criticism, too)