As always everything Twilight belongs to S. Meyer
A/N I wrote this late last night when I was meant to be doing other things. It's totally unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own I hope you like it. The italics are scenes from the dream.
The Power of Dreams
It always starts and ends the same.
The ornate lamp beside our sofa crashes to the wooden floor creating the awful loud sound of the shattering glass. I have been having this dream ever since Edward and I moved in together six months ago. It reoccurs every few weeks or so. The content may vary in detail but the end and the start never change. Psychologists would probably explain it as buried insecurities taking hold of my unconscious mind and I suppose they could be right. Each time they get more vivid and real and it takes a few minutes to recover from my racing heart and pumping adrenaline as I awake into the weak morning light. Last night's version had been the most life like yet and even twenty minutes from waking I am still trying to shake off it's affects. Most dreams I have are forgotten before I even open my eyes but these stick with me for days plaguing me with doubts about Edward.
Untangling myself from the sweat soaked sheets I head for the shower. Hopefully it will clear my brain of the haunting images that are causing bile to swirl uneasily in my stomach. Turning the water to the hottest I can bare I stand unmoving just letting the water rain down on my head.
Crash! The sound of breaking glass downstairs causes my heart to literally jump out of my throat.
"What the fuck was that?" I curse as I try to peel myself off the bedroom ceiling
I was sure Edward wasn't home when I walked through the door five minutes ago at least his car wasn't in the drive. That and the fact it's the middle of the day when he would normally be working convince me it couldn't be him. So who the hell is in my house? Slowly I creep out of our bedroom on to the landing. Keeping tight to the walls I inch along until I reach the balcony that looks down on to the lounge.
It's one of the aspects that sold Edward and I the house. The lounge is the full height of the house giving the illusion of a large space when essentially the room isn't all that big. A black leather sofa sits in the middle of the room in contrast to the stark white walls facing a large flat screen television that hangs on the wall. Next to the sofa is a small black table that houses Edward's designer reading lamp. He had insisted he needed it even with the ridiculous price tag and I had relented relatively easily after he had given me his best pout and puppy dog eyes. Really I couldn't see the appeal of a lamp but I suppose it is beautiful with a clear blown glass bottom and the opaque glass shade.
I can hear someone moving around in the room below and as I am about to seek a peak around the edge of the wall and over the balcony I realise I probably should have picked up something to defend myself. Not wanting to risk making a noise by returning to the bedroom I take a few deep breaths to calm my rapidly beating heart and despite my lack of a weapon I take look over the wooden rail.
As the water starts to run cold I admit defeat and get out of the shower. Having stood in there for far too long I'm running late for work and will have to forego breakfast in order to get there on time. Reentering the bedroom my eyes fall to Edward's side of the bed never before have I wished so much that he didn't start work so early in the morning. I could really use a hug about now to reassure my overactive brain that he was here with me.
Thirty minutes later and I'm sat at my desk maybe work will be enough to distract me. Shifting paper out of my in tray I'm about to make a start when Charlotte my PA bursts through my office door.
"Jasper thank god you're here"
I look up surprised by her flustered demeanour as she's usually so calm and together.
"What's the matter?" I ask quite sure I don't actually want to hear the answer.
"The pitch for the Baker account has been rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon" the words rush out so fast I can barely make out what she's saying
"Hey take a breath and say that again"
"The Baker pitch is tomorrow afternoon, upstairs need your designs first thing tomorrow morning at the latest"
The implications of what she has just said sinks in and panic begins to rise. The pitch wasn't meant to happen for another two weeks and I had hardly started to fine tune the final designs.
"Oh fuck" I groan
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Charlotte offers her assistance but unfortunately there really is nothing that she can do
"No but thank you I just need to get my head down and get on with it"
She gives me a sorry smile as she leaves closing the door behind her. Well I did hope for distraction.
An hour in and I'm struggling to concentrate with so much work to do it looks like it's going to be a long day and night. Pulling my phone from my pocket I send Edward a quick text
Going to be late one, see you sometime tonight, love you J x
His response is almost instantaneous.
I'll keep dinner warm for you, love you too E x
After reading his words I feel the first smile of the day tugging at my lips. It's unfair to tar Edward with my past bad experiences especially when all the evidence I have ever been given is from a stupid dream. But having been hurt deeply a few times before it's hard to shake those fears. Fortunately the reassurance from his text allows me to work for another hour before I'm being disturbed again by flashes from my nighttime terrors.
The first thing I notice is the expensive lamp lying in a million pieces across the polished floor boards and the errant thought of how pissed Edward is going to be pops into my head. I can't see anyone from my view point as they must be hidden under the balcony but I can hear strange grunting noises. Then there's the sound of material rustling and I wonder as to what the hell is happening beneath me. A shuffling sound keeps me glued to my spot as a figure comes into view. A beautiful blond man stands literally a few metres away from me watching something that is still hidden. There is a definite smirk on his face and confusion floods my brain as he begins rubbing himself lazily over his tight blue jeans.
"What the…" I whisper as I try to fathom why I'm hiding as a pervert gets off in my lounge
I'm about to shout out when the words get stuck in my throat. I'm actually choking on them as a familiar copper head emerges into sight. He's completely naked, which explains the sound of rustling material, as he stalks towards the unknown blond. I try to convince myself that it's not my boyfriend that's stood drinking in the sight of another man caressing himself as I am yet to see his face. But there is no denying that head of hair or the smooth pale skin covering a well defined back and perfect ass. I would know it anywhere.
I try to scream but no sound leaves my mouth. I try to move but my limbs won't co-operate and I can't leave my front row seat to this heart crushing performance. I want to shut off all my senses but they are more heightened now than ever. My eyes have never seen so clearly and my ears are able to pick up every breath or sigh that's made.
Rubbing my hands over my eyes I try to focus on the computer screen in front of me but fail miserably. "For fucks sake Jasper pull yourself together" I internally give myself a kick up the ass. Maybe if I just take a short break I can muster a bit more concentration. Thinking a breath of fresh air and some strong caffeine might help I head out to my favourite coffee shop across the street from my office.
"Good morning Jasper, bad day?" Lucy the owner of the shop enquires my stress obviously clearly shown on my face
"Something like that" I try and give her a smile but don't think I really succeed
"You want your usual?" she asks as she returns my attempt at a smile with a sympathetic one of her own
"Make it a double please"
"That bad?"
"Just busy is all"
She hands me over my Expresso telling me to take care of myself and I assure her that I'll try.
Back in my office significantly more caffeinated I return to the urgent task of finishing the Baker designs. The break seems to have helped and over the next few hours I make a good amount of head away. Eventually my stomach begins protesting from lack of food and I am forced to take another break and go in search of subsistence. This time though it doesn't prove to be so beneficial and my mind drifts back to that dark place.
I watch completely helpless as the hands that have touched every inch of my body reach out to touch someone else. The blond stranger lets out a low groan of pleasure as Edward's hand makes contact with his obviously aroused cock. I'm screaming "Stop please stop" over and over but the sound can only be heard in my head. I try to remove myself again but it's like I'm made of stone and I can't move a muscle. Edward has now dropped to his knees his fingers making quick work of the belt and fastenings of his partners jeans. "Oh god no" I whimper as I witness the reveal of a impressively hard dick. Edward lavishes attention over it with long licks and wet open mouthed kisses before swallowing it whole. The nameless man throws his head back uttering words of praise at Edward's skill as he throughly fucks his mouth. The sounds of sucking and groaning are like acid to my brain and it psychically hurts to endure them. I desperately want to escape but still I remain where I am forced to watch as my heart is ripped from my chest and shredded into the tiniest little pieces.
Left behind is a gaping bleeding hole that hurts beyond anything I have ever felt before. A searing pain radiates through every nerve in my body magnified with each breath I take making it almost impossible to breathe. I feel like am going to black out but I'm not given that luxury. As the scene below continues to increase in intensity and passion and I want to claw my eyes out just to get a moments reprieve.
My elbows propped on my desk I rest my face in my hands I need to get a grip. Maybe it would be a good idea to talk to Edward about this dream get it out in the open. Talking about it might help to ease my mind and stop my ugly insecurities from causing me such heart ache.
Feeling I'm not going to be any more productive in the office I decide to take my work home so that I can be there when Edward finishes work. I know that once I see him he'll ease my turmoil and then maybe I should be able to get these designs finally finished.
They journey home though isn't enough to occupy my thoughts and as hard as I try I can't stop thinking about the dream.
The stranger is now naked and bent over the arm of our leather sofa his legs spread wide as Edward runs his hands over the flawless skin of his ass. On that sofa we have spent numerous nights curled together watching television. We've made love on that sofa and now it's all been poisoned.
"Gonna fuck you so hard" Edward's gravelly voice assaults my ears
Just when I think it couldn't possibly get any more soul destroying I find myself stuck as Edward stays true to his word. His hips pistoning at a frantic pace as cries of sheer pleasure fill the air. Tears are flowing torrents down my cheeks and with each illicit groan I die a little more. Just as I feel I'm slipping into a catatonic state they're both cumming screaming curse words to the heavens.
Then it's over and what ever power has held me captive to this torture breaks and I'm able to move again. But before I can fall to a sobbing heap on the floor Edward's head turns and he looks directly at me. On his face though isn't a look of horror at being caught red handed but a smile. He smiles his beautiful crooked smile at me as I fade into the darkness.
Once home I go straight to the bedroom with the thought to change my clothes into something more comfortable but the bed looks so inviting. Dropping down on to Edward's side I bury my face into his pillow inhaling his unique scent and already I can feel the tension releasing my tight muscles. I must fall into a light sleep as I'm woken by the sound of the front door closing, Edward's home. Dragging myself from the comfort of the bed I head out to greet my boy.
Just as I'm about to step out onto the landing my body freezes with sickening terror as the sound of shattering glass stops my heart dead.
A/N Please let me know your thoughts, thank you Beth x