I do not own the rights to Twilight or its characters, what I do own is a copy of each book and my imagination. This is my third fan fic, I had a mental block with the other two. So I am taking a break in hopes to clear out some of the random ideas I have that don't pretain to those two stories. This was supposed to be a one shot, but as I started to develop it more it didn't work out that way. I hope you enjoy.
*BPOV*
My body tossed and turned in the large bed. I became tangled in the sheet around me. I kicked the heavy quilt off of me. I was aware in a subconscious way of my sleep habits. After falling off the bed a handful of times it was plain to see that I didn't sleep peacefully.
Over the last month and a half it had gotten worse. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. I didn't know much about who he was, but I knew his eyes. Dark green, almost emerald, they were hauntingly beautiful. And since the first time I saw those eyes that is all that they have done. Haunt me.
(Flashback)
It was the day that I was moving in; I was carrying one of my many loads up to the apartment. Normally I would have insisted on taking the stairs, but the number of trips I had to make alone made my legs and thighs feel like I had been k.o. by the world's worst stair master. As I pulled the last of my boxes from the back of my truck he passed me. I walked into the lobby of the apartment building and caught sight of the elevator just as it was about to close.
"Hold the elevator! Please! Wait!" I ran with the box and my keys toward the closing doors. Just as it was about to shut completely a hand shot out and it stopped. The doors opened and I stepped in. I tried to peer over the top of the box to thank whoever had held the elevator.
"Thank you. I was afraid I would have to take the stairs. Can you please hit three for me? Thank you again so very much." I said not sure if the stranger even heard me. I shifted and the box suddenly gave out and spilled all over the floor. "Oh sugar pops!" I yelled as it crashed at my feet. I was so focused on the items at my feet that I never heard the chuckle of the other person in the elevator. I started to pick everything up and the box was pulled from me, my things in it far too fast.
"Here let me." A voice like none I had ever heard before said to me. I froze afraid to look up and see what the person connected to the voice looked like. His hand brushed mine as he took the box. It sent a wave of electricity through me; I had never felt anything like this in my life. I looked up and came face to face with the most beautiful creature in the world. I almost wanted to cry at the sight of him. He was pale but not in a sick way, no it was like he avoided the sunshine. This here in Seattle wasn't a hard thing to do. His eyes were the most beautiful emerald green I had ever seen. His hair was an interesting shade of bronze and it was messy in the sense that it looked like the kind of hair you took a hold of during an amazing session of sex, or that you couldn't help but run your fingers through. My fingers itched to do just that. I had to shake myself mentally because I was sure that I was starring or drooling or both for that matter.
"Thank you again. You really didn't need to do that." I felt myself stammer. I cannot believe that I am rambling in front of this god like creature. He smiled and lifted the box of my things with such ease I was embarrassed by the back that I had made such an issue of having to take it up the stairs.
"Not a problem, that's what neighbors are for. " He said and then smiled. His smile was beautiful just like him, but there was something in it that said that he could be dangerous if not careful. I swallowed hard. His eyes examined me a curiosity I couldn't understand.
When the elevator door opened on the third floor, I gestured to take the box from him. "Thank you again. It really wasn't necessary." He seemed to ignore my attempt to take the box back and to say goodbye. He stepped out of the elevator and headed in the direction of my apartment.
"Um, really I can take that. You don't need to. "I said as I followed him down the short hallway. He stopped in front of my door.
"Are you going to open it so I can take it inside, or should I take it to my apartment?" His voice was soft and musical. I turned the knob of the handle and pushed it open. "Why in the name of all that is sacred would you not lock your door?" He asked sounding more like my father or an older brother than some stranger who just happened to be helping me carry a box.
"Because I have been moving in all day, and this is the first time that I haven't had someone with me. My dad had to head back to our town because he has to work first thing in the morning, and it is a long drive from here. And he took my mom to the airport to catch her flight back to Phoenix." I felt like I was explaining something I had done wrong to one of them. Suddenly I was five years old again.
"You can just set the box down there. Thank you again; um I guess I never caught your name." I said just wanting to get this extremely hot man out of my apartment before I said something completely ridiculous. He set the box down on the floor where I pointed and put his hand out.
"I'm Edward. I live next door. 3A." He said in a manner that made me unsure of exactly why he was telling me this. I mean yeah we were neighbors, but surely he had better things to do with his time than spend any more time with me. I looked at his hand which was extended out and took it in mine shaking it and there again was that electric current.
"I'm Bella, well Isabella, but everyone calls me Bella." It took everything in me not to finish the sentence with you can call me yours if you would like. His mouth looked like it would be dangerous on my skin. I so wanted to find out in that moment. But my better judgment overruled the influx of hormones this man was causing.
"Well, Bella it was nice to meet you. Make sure you lock that door. You never know who might just walk in here." He said as he approached the door. He turned and looked at me giving me a cocky crocked grin. I think my whole body melted right there.
"Okay. It was nice to meet you, Edward. And thank you again, really." I said as I watched him walk out the door and then close it behind him. As soon as he was gone I let out a sigh. From that moment on his eyes seemed to be everywhere. He seemed to be everywhere and most especially my dreams.
*EPOV*
It had been like any other day. Very mundane really, as I walked down the street toward the apartment building I lived in I saw her. Actually I smelled her before I saw her. Strawberries and freesia, it was in the air. Potent and it stung, I inhaled deeply wanting to locate where it was coming from. I didn't know at that moment that finding the owner of that scent would be my undoing.
I had never had someone's scent rule me so much. I was out doors I should barely be able to smell if the way that I did. It was as if someone was holding it right under my nose. I looked toward the beat up old truck parked in front of the building, the passenger door was open and a half of a female body was protruding out of it. A pair of legs that looked like they could go on forever, or at least encircle a man to the point of driving him over the edge, an ass that just screamed to be fondled. If I hadn't been such a gentleman for so long I might have had the nerve to walk up behind her and tempt her the way she was tempting me. Get it together you perv! As I walked by she came out of the cab of the truck with a box that looked as run down as the truck. As she turned to close the door of the truck I saw the rest of her and it made me want to drool, but then she whipped her head back to move the hair from her face and the scent of strawberries and freesia hit me and I could feel the venom trickle down. God in Heaven why do you feel like punishing me this way?
I ran into the building and into the elevator. I had hoped to escape this tempting vixen before I did something I would deeply regret. The door began to close, I let out a sigh. And then I heard her voice, it was as if I had heard it my entire life. I knew that voice, yet I truly didn't. She was running toward the elevator, "Hold the elevator! Please! Wait!" she yelled. I groaned feeling the internal battle being lost.
My hand shot out and stopped the door from closing. I must be insane! "Thank you. I was afraid I would have to take the stairs. Can you please hit three for me? Thank you again so very much." She said as she stepped into the elevator. It was just the two of us, the space closed in on me. I could smell her, hear her heart beating. I licked my lips and inhaled deeply. I wanted to taste her, I watched as the small vein on her throat pulsed, teasing me. The venom burned my throat.
She shifted and the box suddenly gave out and spilled all over the floor. "Oh sugar pops!" She yelled as it crashed at her feet. I could not resist laughing at her attempt to avoid cursing in front of a stranger. She bent down and began to pick up the contents of the box. I suddenly felt the need to be there to help her. My own personal damsel in distress. I quickly, maybe too quickly gathered her things and put them back into the box and picked it up.
"Here let me." I said and soon realized she would probably do anything I told her to. She had frozen in place. My hand brushed hers as I took the box. It sent a wave of electricity through me; I had never felt anything like this in my life. She looked up and I was undone, I came face to face with the most beautiful creature in the world. She truly was an angel, with chocolate brown eyes that melted my very core. Hair that looked like brown silk, I wanted to reach out and run my fingers through it. Her skin was creamy and pale, she was almost translucent. I could only imagine how her skin felt, smooth like satin, suculant to taste. Her lips looked plump and in desperate need to be kissed.
"Thank you again. You really didn't need to do that." My angel spoke and her voice was music to my ears.
"Not a problem, that's what neighbors are for." I smiled she had said the third floor, there were four apartments per floor, the only one that was vacant was literally next to mine. I watched for a reaction, to see if she made a connection, I couldn't hear her thoughts and it filled me with curiosity.
When the elevator door opened on the third floor, she tried to take the box from me saying "Thank you again. It really wasn't necessary." I refused to miss the opportunity to spend even another second with her. I stepped out of the elevator and headed in the direction of the two apartments.
"Um, really I can take that. You don't need to." She protested as she followed me down the short hallway. I stopped in front of the door that I knew would be hers. I had the sudden urge to drop the box and scoop her up and carry her across the threshold. My mind was at war with itself, half of me wanted to devour her sexually, the other half wanted to taste her and suck her dry because she was so mouthwatering.
"Are you going to open it so I can take it inside, or should I take it to my apartment?" I had to maintain some control, it took everything I had. She turned the door knob and the door opened easily. "Why in the name of all that is sacred would you not lock your door?" I couldn't help but be concerned, upset, I couldn't explain it. I had this primal instinct to protect her, and it was clear she was going to need it.
"Because I have been moving in all day, and this is the first time that I haven't had someone with me. My dad had to head back to our town because he has to work first thing in the morning, and it is a long drive from here. And he took my mom to the airport to catch her flight back to Phoenix." She began defending herself and she was wickedly adorable doing it.
"You can just set the box down there. Thank you again; um I guess I never caught your name." She said pointing toward an open spot on the floor. I thought for a moment, I hadn't told her my name, what would it sound like when she said it? Suddenly I needed to know, and I wanted to know her name. I needed to prolong this time, yet deep in my core I knew I needed to get as far from her as possible.
"I'm Edward. I live next door. 3A." I told her extending my hand, I needed to touch her again, and this seemed to be the most appropriate way. Tell me your name angel; please tell me while you let me touch you one last time. She looked at my hand confused but took and began shaking it suddenly there again was that electric current.
"I'm Bella, well Isabella, but everyone calls me Bella." She said with a meek smile. It was a beautiful as she was. I rolled it over in my head. I heard myself mentally saying it every manner that I could think of, from loving whisper to erotic groan.
"Well, Bella it was nice to meet you. Make sure you lock that door. You never know who might just walk in here." I said as I approached the door. Turning I looked at her giving her a crocked grin, I wanted her to ask me to stay, I wanted to drag her next door. I watched her body language, and saw that though I couldn't read her thoughts, her body screamed at me the way I was sure mine was screaming at her.
"Okay. It was nice to meet you, Edward. And thank you again, really." She said as she approached the door as well. All I could think about was how my name rolled off her lips. It was half whisper half plead. I wanted to walk back in the doorway and pin her to the table I had seen. I wanted to hear her say my name over and over, moaning it, screaming it in a moment of pure ecstasy. From that moment on she seemed to be everywhere I looked, I couldn't avoid her, I didn't want to.
*BPOV*
The dreams had become so vivid. They were almost real. I found myself looking forward to them now. Tonight was a chillier night than normal, I snuggled deep into the down comforter on top of the bed. "Alright," I said as I closed my eyes, "You going to come keep me warm tonight or what?" I was facing the wall that I knew connected our apartments. Some nights I wondered if he could hear me when I talked in my sleep. While I prayed for embarrassments sake that he couldn't I also wished that the owner of the eyes and body that haunted my dreams and was the starring role of my fantasies had some idea of what he had done to me. I hit the play button on my ipod remote and listened to Debussy's Clair de Lune, as I began to drift off. It didn't take long, and soon the usual hum came that told me I would be seeing him in my dreams tonight. I wished as I drifted further, that for once we would finish what we started before the alarm went off.
*EPOV*
The last month had been both torture and bliss. That first night, at around midnight when I sat in my room reading I heard her. At first I was sure that it was just my desire for her driving me insane. I got up and pressed my ear to the wall. Normally a person wouldn't be able to hear through these walls, not unless someone was screaming at the top of their lungs. But for me, I could almost hear her heartbeat through the wall. It came again, it almost sounded like she was in pain. My instincts overrode anything other thoughts. I needed to check on her, be sure she was safe. I could do that and she would never know. Before I could stop myself, I was out my door and in hers. Damn it, why had she not locked this?! I heard her again, and headed straight for the bedroom. She was lying there with her hair fanned out on the pillow. Her face was angelic to say the least, but her sleep was not peaceful. Her body thrashed about, I fought the urge to take her in my arms and comfort her. Seeing that she was safe I turned to walk out, there wasn't much I could do to protect her from a bad dream.
"Edward." She said my name and it stopped me dead in my tracks. Had she not been a sleep, had I woken her when I entered, had I made a noise that only she heard? I slowly looked back at the bed. Her eyes were closed still. "Edward, please. Stay." I froze again, was she messing with me? Was she awake? He body rolled and she grasped for a pillow. "Edward." She was definitely asleep, and she was dreaming about me. Dreaming about me and asking me to stay with her. So I did. I sat in a rocking chair she had in the corner of her room, watching, humming a song that came into my head. She began to rest more peacefully. Several more times that night she said my name. And with each one I felt myself more drawn to her. An ache in me wanting to ease her pain that caused her to sleep so fitfully.
As time progressed, it became easier clearer that her dreams were growing from nightmare to sounding much more pleasant. I envied dream Edward, because he seemed to please her so easily. I became jealous of the fantasies, wanting to know what it was that I did that made her say my name the way she did. I reaveled in the fact that the thought of me could make her moan some nights. I found myself growing egar for her talking, and extremely hard from it as well.
This night as I sat reading a new medical journal, I heard her in a joking voice say "Alright, you going to come keep me warm tonight or what?" Next Debussy began to play. I closed up the medical journal whispering "I'm on my way angel. Don't start without me."
I crept quietly in to her apartment. She still hadn't take to locking her door. I guess with her own personal body guard next door, she was as safe as she was going to get. Except with it came to me. Was she truly safe with me? As I approached the bedroom, it became clear that tonight was going to be an interesting one. I sat in the rocking chair and began to hum. I had composed more to the song, I was almost done with it. She began tossing around, and kicked at the comforter that covered her. Her leg came out from under it. Long and lean, she was wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top. I had to fight the need to go over to the bed and touch her. To run my hand up the length of her calf, then her thigh and to touch her the way she so frequently begged me to in her dreams. The next thing I knew she was running her hand along her side. As she stretched it caused the hem of her top to hitch up, revealing more of her creamy skin to me. She rolled on to her side grabbing for a pillow and moaning my name "Edward, mmmm, please. Yes. That feels so good." Her hand ran along her side again, and her curves cried out to me. More skin was on display and I became as hard as steele. "Edward, touch me. Please." It was a plea and I wanted to obey her. My fingers itched to reach out and caress every inch of her skin. Her scent changed slightly, I knew she was aroused. My mouthwatered even more, my desire to taste her had gone from draining her blood to sucking on the sweet juice she was producing in this aroused state.
"Touch me just once tonight, please. I need you." She begged and I could no longer resist. Before I could stop myself, I was at the foot of the bed. Her body rolled again, and I caught a glimpse of the skin of her exposed stomach. Her hands ran along her body more. Probably caressing herself the way she was begging me to in her dream. I wondered if I was complying in the dream. I hoped that I was giving her the pleasure she deserved. Suddenly one of her hands dipped below the waistband of the boxers she was wearing.
"Oh angel, you are going to drive me to the brink of insanity." I whispered. I had thought my statement was only in my head, but the next thing that happened proved that I had said it out loud. Bella responded to me, her eyes still closed she reached a hand out in my direction and said "You have driven me there night after night. I think for once we should get there together." Deep down I knew it was the dream that she was responding to, but the invitation was more than I could handle. "Please Edward. Take me over the edge with you." She reached again in my direction. And this time I felt like she was pulling me toward her, like a magnet. I could not resist her, or her pleas for me to pleasure her. I slid on the bed beside her and her hand grabbed and fisted my shirt. She pulled herself toward me and crushed her body against mine. Her left leg slung over mine. She breathed in my scent, and her left hand moved up along her waist toward my body. I watched as her breathing caused her chest to rise and fall rapidly. Her breasts pressed into my chest. I felt her nipples harden against me. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. Her hand moved up her waist, over her breast, and then on to me. Her scent on her fingers, as they made their way into my hair. The scent of strawberries and freesia came up to my nose. I couldn't resist inhaling. And then my lips found her soft skin.
"Bella. I'm not going to be able to resist you if you don't stop." I said against her skin as her hips rocked into me. I felt myself get harder as if it were even possible.
"Please. I'm tired of resisting. Edward. I need to feel you." She said as she brought her lips toward mine. Her eyes were still closed and I was sure that as soon as she touched me that she would wake up and scream. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to touch and taste her as much as she apparently wanted me to. Her lips skimmed my jaw line and she rocked her body so that she was on top of me. She ground her hips into me and placed my hands on her hips.
Throwing her head back she moaned my name "Edward" it sounded as amazing as I had imagined it would. Her eyes began to open as she guided my hands up her rib cage toward her breasts. "I know I am dreaming, and before I get to truly enjoy this you will be gone. But just once, please let me not wake up before you touch me." She let go of my hands and reached for the hem of her top, slowly she pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. I was given full view of her beautiful body, well most of it and I wanted more. I groaned as I slid my hands up to her plump breasts. Cupping them in my hands, I was able to sit up enough to bring my mouth infront of them. I ran my thumb over her nipples, pinching them between my thumb and forefinger. Loved how her body responded, rocking against me, grinning down. Her hands went to my hair and tugged.
"Bella." I groaned as I took her right breast into my mouth. Her skin was as soft as I had imagined and she tasted even sweeter. I ran my tongue over her nipple flicking it lightly and then taking it between my teeth. "So sweet. Oh such perfection. I need to see, to touch, to have all of you." I spoke and before my brain could process all that I had just said to her. She grabbed my shirt and yanked it off. The feel of her skin against mine was more than I could take. As quickly as she removed my shirt I rolled us so that she was pinned beneath me.
Her eyes were closed again, but her body responded in full. Her hips rocking up against my groin. In one motion I had her hands grasped by one of mine and with the free hand I pulled down her boxers. The heat radiated even more now. I placed my palm against her. She whimpered, and it brought my attention back up from where my hand was so close to her sweet core, to her face. She was looking right at me. Fully aware of me.
"Edward. Please. I need you. All of you." She pleaded. And I was powerless to deny her. I released my grasped on her completely so that I could remove my pants as well. Suddenly she looked sad, lost. I ran my hand along her cheek.
"Bella?" I asked caressing her skin, worried that she had come to her senses, and was about to throw me out. She leaned into my touch and sighed.
"It always hurts when you stop touching me." She said still so sure that this was all a dream and soon she would awaken alone. "Just touch me Edward. That's all I need. For now. I can be happy with that." She whispered. I was even more convinced that she thought she was dreaming.
"Oh no sweet heart not tonight. Tonight you get everything you want. Because I am not sure I can leave it at just touching." I said as I laid feathery kisses on her bare skin. I kissed all the way down to her navel, watching her as I went. I traced a circle around it with my tongue and her body quivered. "Umm," I spoke into her skin "If you liked that I wonder if you will like this?" I continued lower and her hands grabbed at my hair.
"Edward..."She panted. I loved the sound of my name as it left her lips. It drove me further. I needed to do more. I could smell her arousal. I longed to taste it. Her legs parted for me almost as if they had a mind of their own. I took in the sight of her, and kissed her thighs. If she thought she was dreaming then I would make this the best dream of her life.