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Summary: Alternative Twilight. Edward rescues Bella. Being pulled to her like a magnet, he visits her at night while she's asleep. He doesn't avoid Bella and wants to be with her, but what will come out of it? Edward isn't so inaccessible. M rated for sexual scenes in the future chapters.
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Sonnet 147
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th'uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic mad with evermore unrest,
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed:
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Edward POV
The dark square of the window pulled me like a magnet. I wandered around the house, waiting for Bella to fall asleep. From time to time I listened to the worried thoughts of Charlie. She is such an absent-minded and shy girl, he thought.
Yes, she is, I contemplated in response.
And besides she seems to always get in some sort of mess.
That's exactly it, I couldn't help but agree with him again.
I hope she'll get used to a new school and make friends soon. Well, Mike Newton is not a bad guy, for one.
I quietly growled. I really didn't like Charlie's current thoughts. The picture that was drawn by his mind, Mike just held Bella's hand, I was overwhelmed by the wave of irrational hatred for the guy.
My daughter's growing up, Swan was continuing his thoughts.
I caught a wave of the embarrassment that was coming from him. It's so difficult to be a father of a young girl. It was much easier when she was a little child ...
Every summer, Bella spent several weeks at her father's place, but she had no idea how carefully Swan kept in his heart every minute that he spent with his daughter. I loved those memories.
They were light and pleasant, sometimes sad, sometimes comic, but there was my Bella, and I didn't want to miss a single day of her life. Closing my eyes, I immersed myself in Charlie's memories.
The shadows of the trees were gradually thickening and moving closer to the house. The moon hid behind the clouds, making the dark night even duskier. Finally, I heard calm, regular breathing from Bella's window.
A minute later I was sitting in my favorite rocking chair in her room, admiring her beautiful face and pale skin, hair flared on the pillow. Having lodged that image in my memory, I prepared to close my eyes and sigh, enjoying her scent. I began getting used to the refined torture mixed with the pleasure. My throat was covered with the wonted pain, and my lungs were filled with the divine smell, covering me, awakening an unexplored desire in me. I took a deep breath and at this moment Bella turned toward me.
The blanket slipped a little bit, showing a snow-white shoulder and the thin strap of her nightgown. I gasped and tried to squeeze my mouth with my hand to block the flow of the air into my throat. In the moonlight, her shoulder looked like a pearl, and I could see the heaving of her breast under the blanket. My imagination helpfully depicted everything that was hidden from my eyes.
The desire to enjoy her swept over me like a wave. It was almost as painful as the unbearable thirst for blood, and it was new to me.
I was not able to restrain it. I didn't know how to overcome it. On the spur of the moment, my muscles made a move, and I almost darted away. At that moment, I realized more than ever that if I only touched her, I wouldn't be able to stop myself.
Concentrating all my will, I sat back in the chair and closed my eyes again. I stopped breathing, feeling, hearing. I had been learning to restrain the thirst for many decades. It was a hard task, but not an impossible one. Unlike the passion... I could not restrain that. The passion caught me with my pants down. My heart, which had stopped long ago, now was beating madly. An icy blood was rushing through my veins with frightening, overwhelming speed. Images, flashing through my head, made my cold skin flare from the fever.
"Go away, Edward, immediately!" I ordered myself. "Go away, before your body stops obeying your mind."
I slowly opened my eyes and the scream froze in my throat. In the dark room, Bella was lying with opened eyes, staring at me without any panic. She got up from her bed and came close to me. The silk outlined her slim figure.
"Edward Cullen," she said sadly, and in her voice I heard a pinch of reproach. "I'm dreaming of you again ... "
Bella POV
I had this weird dream again. He kept examining me in that dream. As always, only two characters: Edward Cullen and I. More precise - his eyes. Dark eyes that I saw at our first meeting. Those eyes sunk deep into my heart. That is why I began dreaming about them every night. At first, it was scary, but now I'm used to it, even waiting for his eyes in my dreams.
I threw off the corner of my blanket, got up and slowly came closer to the motionless figure in the chair.
"Edward Cullen, I'm dreaming of you again," I reproached him.
It was uncomfortable to look down at him and I kneeled in front of him.
"Why don't you leave me alone? Why are you haunting me even in my dreams? I can't hide from you," I whispered.
My questions remained without answer. The face of my dreams hadn't changed. I wanted to touch him so much, to get answers from this motionless statue. He remained an unfathomable mystery even in dreams, the strange, silent classmate watching me on the sly.
I stretched my hands to him, put them on his knees and lay my head on them. It looked like it was my speechless entreaty.
"Every single day, at school, on the way, at home, everywhere... you are following me. I cannot stop thinking of you. Edward Cullen, who are you? Why do you torment me? What do you imagine of yourself? "
I stopped abruptly, feeling his opened palm on my head. Edward began to caress my auburn wisps fondly.
"Do I suffer you?"
He sighed faintly.
"Yes, you do." I shook my head discomposedly. "You're so far away and close all at once. You're a mystery that I can't figure out. Your behavior... I don't know what to make of it."
I straightened up and suddenly his face was so close to mine. Black eyes, like night storm clouds, without blinking, were penetrating my soul. I felt a shiver from the cold. I was looking for warmth. I searched but didn't find any. Putting my hands on his cheeks, I felt the cold hardness of the granite under my fingers.
In my dream Edward frowned and tried to distance himself from me.
"Wait," I breathed quickly, rising to my feet, but not letting his face out of my hands. "I want to-"
The words did not slip out from my lips. This was just a dream - I reminded myself. Shaking my head and waking from a stupor, I leaned and pressed my lips to his strained mouth.
I guided my tongue over his compressed lips, trying to penetrate above the adamant line. Edward remained motionless, but suddenly began shaking like a leaf in the wind. His hands painfully gripped my shoulders, slid to my waist and with a yank sat me on his lap. His lips relaxed, but didn't let me in; instead, his cold tongue burst into my mouth.
I gasped with amazement and delight. Kissing in my dream was a very enjoyable experience. His hands like a stone ring gripped my waist and pulled me closer. I was almost lying on Edward's chest. His tongue roaming into my mouth caressed my lips, touched the roof of my mouth, easily gliding over the teeth.
I felt giddy, as if I drank champagne. Tiny bubbles of pleasure tickled me, running over my body, joining into a growing point between my legs. Oh, it was a very naughty dream!
Edward turned away from my lips with a dim groan. "You are so sweet."
"Not sweeter than you."
I wanted to overtake his lips again, but wherever I inclined my head, no matter how I reached to them, I could not touch. Apparently something was escaping from my sight. Well, evidently, moments of pleasure are given in small portions, even in dreams.
Smiling at these thoughts, I got up and went back to my bed.
"Till tomorrow," I whispered with hope closing my eyes.
Only five minutes later I heard his whisper, "Yes."
