Disclaimer: I am not the owner of any of these characters. But oh, how I wish...

Mmkay, so I've always been curious about whether Bella has ever had a "wet" dream about Edward. I mean, she's always all over him to make love, so why wouldn't she? I would ;) Rated M for semi-lemony goodness.

Dreams

"Goodnight, love. Sweet dreams," Edward murmured against my neck. I sighed contentedly and curled up against his marble figure, the blanket wrapped tightly around me lest I get chilly. I was so very happy in this moment. Edward had finally agreed to making love to me before I was changed. Although it differed from my original plan, it was something I could live with until we were married.

Ugh. I resisted a shudder. Being with Edward forever was something I dreamed of, but I still didn't think marriage was a necessity. Renee had ingrained in me that marriage was pretty much equal to a criminal offence, especially at my tender age. Married at eighteen, I mused and nearly gagged at the thought. I shook away the image of me in a frilly white dress and layed my head on Edward's chest, hoping for sleep to come quickly.

"Edward," I sighed, my breathing getting steadily heavier. And for once, his breaths were coming just as quickly as mine. I thought of why that was and I felt an electric shock run through me, ending somewhere between my upper thighs. "Mmm, Bella. You've no idea how much you're tempting me right now," he growled into my ear, causing me to shiver, but not from his icy breath at my neck. Oh, no. I was shivering for an entirely different reason. I kissed my way up his chest, my lips landing in the area behind his left ear. I let out a shaky breath. "Edward. I need you. Now. Right now. Please…" I begged, tired of the foreplay we've gone through practically since I've met him. I loved him dearly and it was time to show him, not with words, but with actions. I felt him tremble slightly, and felt a rush of power. I had the upper hand this time. He allowed me to push him down on my bed and I leaned over to straddle his hips. Leaning down to kiss his neck the way he kissed mine, I heard him make the most amazing noise ever. It was a cross between a gasp and a moan. I loved it and wanted to hear it again. Unbuttoning his shirt in a way that must have been agonizingly slow for him, I kiss down his chest this time, taking care to caress his cold nipples with my tongue. Obviously tired of me having the upper hand, Edward groaned loudly and flipped us over with blinding speed. He was now on top of me, pressing only a fraction of his weight on me, although it was still enough to send my heart into frenzied palpitations. It was his turn now to tease me and his hand went to the bottom of my shirt, taking it off swiftly, along with my bra. I gasped as he took me into his mouth, his cold tongue stroking. I let out a low moan and arched my back at him. "Edward, take me. Take me now, please. I need you…in me," I gasped, neither noticing nor caring what I was saying. I was so caught up in the attentions he was lavishing on my body. "Bella. I love you, darling," he whispered in my ear as one of his hands drifted down to rip away my jeans and undergarments. His hands danced lightly across my exposed skin, everywhere at once. I was so ready for him. Realizing I wanted him to roll over, he tore away the rest of his clothes and layed back with me lying atop him. I situated myself, teasing him a bit further. " Edward, love. I need you so badly," I murmured into his ear. He took a sharp breath and grasped my hips firmly. He was just about to take me when he whispered, "Bella, love. Wake up, sweetheart."

I woke up then, disoriented. I was just having the best dream ever when Edward shook me awake. I glared groggily at him, the amused look on his face annoying me. I wanted to resume my place in the dream. I sighed happily. We were just getting to the good part…

"Bella, what were you dreaming of?" He was still looking amused, but confusion was mixed in there as well. Still unsettled from my rude awakening, I simply stared blankly. He cleared his throat, embarrassment adding to the flicker of emotions on his face.

"You were kind of, well, moaning. And crying out my name. You were also sort of….convulsing."

I blushed deeply, horrified. Of course. Of course he would hear me having a…sex dream about him. I cringed and covered my face in my hands.

"Oh, no!" I groaned, appalled at myself. He chuckled lightly and took me into his arms. I refused to let my head out of my hands even an inch, and he didn't seem inclined to force me out of it.

"Bella, darling, it's okay. I would dream of you, if I could. And don't worry, I enjoyed it. Very much so," he said teasingly. I finally looked up at him, noting the hint of lust present in his eyes. I grinned playfully.

"Oh?" I queried, moving to straddle him. His eyes widened. I leaned down and repeated the maneuvers I had pulled in my dream. He stopped me though, before I could get too far. He let out a low chuckle, and flipped me over so that I was lying on my back, my hands above my head. I pouted and his laughter increased in volume.

"Not now Bella. I promise, I will make love to you…after we're married," he muttered silkily against the hollow of my throat. I was about to whine but then he began to slowly kiss his way up and down my neck. My heart fluttered.

"Mmkay, Edward," I panted, as my breathing had become erratic. He smiled at me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I held properly still and sighed. I never thought I'd say this, but I seriously can not wait to get married.