A Rude Awakening

My eyes opened slowly, releasing me from my sleep. I realised now what had awoken me. The sun that so rarely made an appearance in Forks was shining brightly into my bedroom, not captured by the open curtains that I was so sure that I had closed before I had fallen asleep. Confused and still slightly weary I raised my arm to cover my eyes that were squinting in the unnatural sunlight. Had I really slept until noon? The sun was too high for it to have been any other time of day. Shrugging, I slipped out from between the crisp, white, linen sheets that adorned my bed and padded across to the door, making surprisingly little noise for my usual, clumsy self. My hand reached out to touch the cold, brass doorknob when I leapt around, my heart suddenly thudding. I wasn't sure why I had reacted the way that I did. I had heard no noise, nothing that could reveal that someone had entered my room apart from a tingling down my spine that indicated the presence of someone or something. Though my eyesight was compromised by the blinding sun, I could make out the figure who was lying across my bed. His bronze hair looked stylishly tousled, his black t shirt clung tightly to his lean, muscular frame, and his arms were crossed behind his head in a casual manner, leaning against the headboard. My eyes devoured his pale skin which was sparkling as though it had been encrusted with thousands of diamonds, the sun playfully bouncing off them. A crooked smile lit up his beautiful face as he gazed at me through his golden eyes.

"Edward," I whispered, my heart beating rapidly and my breathing quickening as I drank in his magnificent appearance.

He was still smiling at me. "Bella," his velvety voice replied, wrapping around the syllables of my name lovingly. "You look beautiful."

This pronouncement startled me slightly. I had just woken up, I must look like a wreck, undeserving of his godly stare. I slowly looked down, frowning. A white, silk dress clung to my slim figure, the thin material barely covered my breasts and ended only an inch from my bottom. Where had it come from? I was certain that I had gone to bed wearing my usual sweat pants and hole ridden t shirt. I hadn't even made the effort to wear my new cotton pyjamas as I wasn't expecting any visitors. Who had bought this dress for me? Alice? Renee? Though both were relaxed and open minded about my relationship with Edward, it seemed much too provocative for them to want me to wear. Had Edward bought it for me? This idea seemed even more unlikely. Why would he want me to wear such little clothing? He was obsessed with the idea of keeping me innocent and virginal until he married me. He wasn't one for breaking the boundaries of sexual desire.

I looked up, pushing my dark brown hair that felt soft and wavy to my touch out of my face and staring into the eyes that made me want to melt. I knew that my face was a picture of confusion but he didn't seem bothered by my expression. In fact, he wasn't looking at my face at all. I gasped quietly at the look that adorned his face, of lust and wanting. He was gazing intently at me as if he could not get enough of my appearance. He had never looked at me in that way before. My heart thudded uncomfortably in my chest, my breasts heaving in and out with my breathing. His bottom teeth were biting his lip in a seductive manner as his eyes ran up my body and into my face, lust radiating from him like the sun from his diamond skin.

"Edward?" I spoke hesitantly. What was he doing? He grinned mischievously and beckoned to me with a long, slender finger. I felt myself pulled towards him, like metal to a magnet.

"Closer, Bella," his voice teased. I obediently drew nearer to him. Too quickly for my pitiful human eyes to detect he jumped up from the bed and stood up, holding his muscular arm out to me and pulling me closer to his perfect, sparkling form. My heart thumped even louder and I knew that he could hear it, could smell the blood rushing through my veins and heating up my skin. My breaths were coming in short, sharp bursts, my body full of anticipation. His hand lightly brushed my cheek, icy cold and as hard as marble as I looked into his eyes that had turned black with lust and craving. His fingers wrapped themselves in my hair, teasing the strands carefully and sending shivers down my spine. His other hand was lightly tracing the contours of my neck and shoulders, slowly moving downwards so that they brushed over my exposed breasts.

"Bella," he cooed. It was as though his velvety voice was singing to me. My nerves seemed to dance for him. He slowly began kissing my neck and collar with his ice cold lips, retracing what his fingers had started. My eyelids closed as my skin goose pimpled at his touch, my throat letting out a quiet groan. This didn't seem real. I hesitated before resting my hands on his skin, stroking up and down his back. The smell of his skin was enticing. I inhaled deeply, drinking in his sweet scent as his hands explored my silken body. I could feel his chilling touch through the skimpy material of my dress. His lips were creeping slowly back up to my neck. A kiss planted itself on my mouth and I felt myself begin to melt, my knees giving way, though I didn't fall as his strong arm was wrapped around my waist, pulling my tightly against him. Another kiss met my full lips, his tongue teasing my slightly open mouth tantalisingly. I playfully touched my tongue with his, tasting his delicious, sweet breath and skin. I was impatient. I wanted to kiss him harder. I had waited for so long. One of his hands cupped my heaving breast, the other pressed into the small of my back. His fingers traced over my sensitive nipples and I felt them harden at his cold touch. He pinched them between his fingers, kissing my neck and swirling his tongue around my ears. The sensation caught me off guard. A gasping moan escaped my lips and I felt a twinge from between my legs as my core tensed in anticipation.

I wanted to kiss him harder. But surely that would push him over the edge. I threw myself closer into his body, my ribs crushing under the pressure. I clasped his silky hair in my hands and pulled his face towards mine, opening his mouth with my tongue and kissing him full and hard. My hands were dancing over his body, venturing to his waist and groin. He stiffened suddenly.

Great, I thought. This was so typical of me, pushing things too far, ruining the moment. I didn't know how much longer I could put up with this constant rejection. I knew that it was all for a reason, to keep me safe, but I was tired of being pushed away and told to stop pushing my luck. I released him and my arms flopped sadly down by my sides. I sighed. However, instead of pushing me away, a deep, throaty groan escaped from his lips. I pulled away from him, shocked. His eyes looked at me lustfully and he pulled me back towards him. He was not careful this time. His kiss was hard and urgent, his hands travelled over my body. He fell back onto the bed, dragging me with him so that I was straddling his lap. His strong hands grasped my bottom and he pulled me even closer to him. He was no longer treating me as though I was made of glass, fearing that I would shatter under his forceful touch. I was no longer fragile and untouchable. He wanted me. He lusted for me.

I pulled his top over his head, desperate to see more of his perfect, glistening body. He was perfect. His body was lean and muscular, glistening and hard. I looked into his eyes, asking for his permission to touch him. There was no hint of doubt buried in their topaz depths. My fingers brushed down his body, settling into the grooves of his muscles. I wanted to taste him now. I bent my head down and pressed my lips against his stomach, his chest, his neck, his shoulders. I wanted to devour him. He pulled me back up. His hands moved back down my body and clenched my bottom hard as he grinded me against his groin. I could feel that he was aroused, it rubbed against me, hard and long, begging to be free from the restraint of his jeans. I moaned again as he touched me and kissed me. He fondled and caressed my breasts, pinching my hardened nipples between his fingers. He broke free from my kiss and lowered his head, the flimsy straps of my dress falling down from my shoulders and exposing my breasts. He slowly kissed and sucked my nipples, licking me and making my head spin. My moans of ecstasy were frequent now, I could not hold them in. The sensation was new to me, my entire body, from the tips of my fingers to me toes, felt as though it was on fire, despite his frozen touch.

"Edward!" I moaned loudly as he continued to massage and caress my breasts. He was even harder now, I was still pressed against him, my sensitive nub rubbing against it wishing I was feeling his skin instead of the fabric of his jeans.

Suddenly, a noise startled me and roused me from my desire. My head whipped around and my eyes fell upon the tall figure of Jacob Black who was climbing effortlessly through my window, a cocky grin on his tanned, handsome face. He looked at Edward and I with his dark eyes.

"Mmm, Bells," he said longingly, his teeth biting down on his lip as he took in my scantily clothed appearance.

"Jacob!" I shrieked, desperately trying to cover myself by pulling the straps of my dress back onto my shoulders, embarrassed and flushed. "What are you doing here? Get out NOW!"

I was fuming, however Edward seemed unflustered by Jacob's sudden appearance and did not attempt to cover me up. In fact he didn't even move. Jacob cocked his head to one side, looking politely puzzled. "Why?" he asked, beginning to move closer to our semi clothed forms.

"Why?" I exclaimed angrily, my face reddening, my heart pounding with fury. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Bella relax," Edwards soothing voice spoke to me calmly. He turned his head to Jacob. "Jacob," he nodded politely.

"Edward," Jacob returned, his voice equally as courteous.

I did not understand. My werewolf best friend and my vampire boyfriend loathed each other to a degree which meant that they could barely be in the same room together. Even the smell of each other pushed them to the boundaries of hatred. Yet here they were, in my small bedroom, greeting each other like friends.

"Bella, stop looking so confused," Edward chuckled softly. "Jacob has come to join us."

Jacob walked over and casually sat down on the bed next to us. He was wearing his usual cut off jeans and was shirtless so his tall, muscular body was exposed. He smelled earthy and comforting. The heat from his brown skin seemed to radiate over to me, warming my body that was shivering next to my stone cold vampire. My heart was still racing furiously, but I wasn't angry anymore. I couldn't be angry at Jacob. I looked into his eyes which were dark and full of love and longing. I had always known that Jacob loved me and up until now I was certain that I only loved him as a friend. But now, I wasn't so sure. He was beautiful. His skin didn't sparkle like Edward's did but I was still strangely drawn its gorgeous russet colour. He took my arm with his large, warm hand and gently peeled me away from Edward so that I was sitting between them.

"Bella," Jacob whispered in my ear. "You look so damn hot! You're driving me crazy!" His eyes looked deep into mine and he stifled a groan that escaped his full lips. He felt warm and inviting as he drew me closer to him. His skin, so unlike Edwards, was soft and burning with heat. I felt safe. His scent of earth and pine felt like home to me. His hands brushed my cheek as Edward's had done, melting the icy touch of Edward's fingers. He began to kiss my neck with slow, soft kisses that took my breath away. My toes curled, my skin on fire. Edward's lips met the other side of my neck, the cold sending a shock of electricity up my spine. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think straight. Jacob turned my head and kissed me, his warm tongue rolling against mine, his hands cupping and caressing my breasts. I could feel Edward's freezing hands running over my back as his lips and tongue traced the contours of my body, lapping my alert nipples. I moaned louder. My head was screaming out that this was wrong. This was all so wrong! But my body was writhing in pleasure as their hands, so different in temperature, moved slowly over my body sending sparks flying in my nerves. I could feel my core growing heavy, throbbing and tensing in ecstasy, making me wetter and wetter. Jacob's hand stroked gently up my thigh, teasing my legs apart. I breathed in deeply in anticipation. I could see his hard, huge arousal bulging against his shorts. I longed to touch it, set it free from its prison so that I could hold it in my hands.

Edward turned me towards him and kissed me. His lips felt so cold compared to Jacob's that it hurt my skin but I did not pull away. His hands were now tracing up my other thigh, mimicking Jacob's actions. I felt as though I was going to burst with anticipation. Which one was going to touch me first? Another moan escaped from my lips into Edward's mouth as I felt the burning heat of Jacob's hand touch me, cupping my core so that warmth spread through me like fire. His fingers played up and down my folds, grazing against my most sensitive part. I wanted him. I turned away from Edward and kissed Jacob roughly. One hand touched his face, the other ran down to his groin and rubbed his hard, throbbing member. He groaned deeply. I moaned louder as his fingers played with my entrance, spreading around the silky wetness that was pooling from my centre.

"Mmm, Bells," he groaned into my ear. My moans were coming thick and fast now. My breathing was rushed and unsteady, my head was spinning wildly as Jacob's fingers rubbed me, making me writhe with pleasure. Edward's kisses were running along my neck, down my back, along my thighs.

"You see Bella," Jacob said softly in his deep voice. "We don't have to fight anymore."

"You don't have to choose," Edward whispered into my ear.

"You can have both of us," Jacob breathed as he slowly inserted a long finger inside of me.

I sat bolt upright, my heart pounding, my head throbbing. I was alone. My room was dark and the rain lashed against my window. I had been dreaming... vividly. I groaned and thumped my body back down upon the bed.

"This. Has. Got. To. Stop!" I said through gritted teeth as I punched my pillow with every word. I had to make a decision. I couldn't do this anymore.

This is the first piece of writing that I have done so please be gentle with me! I would really appreciate any feedback. I hope you enjoyed it.