Disclaimer : I do not own Twilight, not the way Stephenie Meyer does.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling my back to his chest. His hands on my hips, his chin on my shoulder, it felt so right, like we were made for each other. The music pulsed around us and our hips swayed with the beat, mine grinding into his.

He started to move his hands, running down to my knees, up my thighs. He grazed my stomach, and moved his hands to my sides, placing the gentlest of touches along my curves.

My hands had a mind of their own as they moved up and around his neck and tugged at his hair, bringing him closer to me, if that was even possible.

He placed the softest of kisses on my neck and then proceeded to suck and nip at the skip their. In a sort of half whisper-moan, I said his name. I could hear my voice brimming with lust in its huskiness, and he seemed to as well. He moved his hands back down further, further, until he hovered above the spot that was aching with need. He reached down and

I woke up.

Agh, I thought to myself, yet another unsatisfying night. Stupid, pathetic hormones. Sexual frustration was not something I enjoyed.

I reached over to turn off my alarm, which was playing the song that had been pulsing in my dream. I hit snooze, hoping to fall back asleep, and just when I fell into the half-sleep dreamy state, I heard a loud buzzing noise. Cell phones. Damn them.

I checked the caller ID, and upon seeing the flashing ALICE, answered.

"Hey Alice." I hoped she wouldn't notice the I-just-woke-up-and-it's-too-fucking-early deepness in my voice.

But, of course, she did.

"Isabella Marie Swan! Do not tell me you just woke up! Do you know what time it is?!" Alice, evidently, was not a person who liked to waste any time. She said the days were not long enough. I vehemently argued that it was the night that needed more hours.

"Um…I didn't just wake up?" I usually did what Alice told me to do, she was not a fun person to be around when she was angry.

"Bella!" She whined, "It's ten fucking thirty! We have a meeting at eleven! What were you doing?! Nevermind, I know that answer, sleeping. Get ready and meet me at the office, I'll have coffee ready. Hurry!" And with that, my conversation with Alice was over.

"Oh I love you too Ali." I mumbled sarcastically to an already dead phone line. Shit, was it really ten thirty? Unfortunately, that just meant I had to take an extra fast shower.

Unlike Alice, it really didn't take me long to get ready. A pencil skirt, navy blouse, flat boots, and I was ready to go. I would have liked time to put my hair up, but this would have to do.

I was out of my apartment at 10:55, and arrived at the office at 11:00 on the dot. I sped to the elevator, cursed it for being so slow, and practically ran to the conference room, where I found Alice and no one else.

"Alice…where is everyone? You said we had a—"

"Yeah, well, I lied." I just stared at her. I didn't understand. Why would she rush me to get up, shower really fast, and get dressed in formal work attire if we didn't have to be at work? She was up to something, that much I knew.

"Alice, what is going on? I took a fucking 5 minute shower, you know that's like the best part of my day, apart from sleeping, which in fact, I had been enjoying before you called, I was even dreaming about your brother who I never get to see and was really enjoying it—"

"You were dreaming about me?" A velvet voice interrupted my babbling.

Shit.

Sorry for the really short first chapter! I'm trying to make myself add more details, be patient, this is my first fanfic.