Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, it belongs to SMeyer, but if I did, I'd give every fangirl (or boy!) her own personal Edward. :)

A/N: Each chapter will be dedicated to one of the wonderful people (you guys!) who leaves me a review.

Special thanks to venomousgal for giving me the dedication idea and for inspiring me to write my first fic. This first chapter is dedicated to her. You should check out her story, Rescue Me. It's awesome! xoxo

Chapter 1

EPOV

God, how I loved to watch her sleep. I had never told her this before, but I'd give anything to be able to sleep again, to wake up to a fresh start. Sometimes I wish I could escape, if only for a few hours…and be able to dream. I'm sure most, if not all, of my dreams would be about Bella, but I can't help but wonder if there are any unknown demons lurking in my subconscious. I hoped not, but I could never be too sure. My head was so full of everyone else's thoughts that I rarely had time to notice my own.

Bella looked so peaceful lying next to me, breathing evenly, her lips slightly parted. I couldn't help but lean down and lightly brush my lips against hers. "Mmm…Edward," she breathed.

I immediately stilled my movements, thinking I had woken her up, but her eyes remained closed. She rolled toward me and curled her body into my side, rubbing my lower stomach gently with her fingertips before her hand finally came to rest above the waistband of my pajama pants. My eyes snapped shut as I let out a shaky breath of air that I had been holding in, even though I had no need to breathe at all. If my heart were still beating, it would have pounded out of my chest by now. It was hard enough to keep my self control when Bella moaned my name in her sleep, let alone when she touched me like that.

Listening to Bella talk in her sleep fascinated me. Since I could never read her mind, it was my only way into her subconscious. I used to lie there wondering what she was dreaming about, but lately I haven't had to wonder very much.

We were going to be getting married soon, which meant I was going to have to hold up my end of the deal and…try. In truth, I was terrified, but I knew how much it meant to Bella, and I could never say no to her. I knew how frustrated she was with me for keeping her at a distance physically, so I wasn't surprised when her frustrations began to manifest in her dreams. She had no idea how hard it was for me to lie there listening to her moan my name over and over again, her breath quickening as she writhed on the bed next to me.

The other night, I abruptly ended our make out session when Bella reflexively ground her pelvis into the bulge in my jeans. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine and I could feel my control about to fly out the window…so I flew out the window instead. I came back shortly after running a few laps around the woods, apologizing profusely, and agreed to spend the night as I usually did. Boy, did I pay for it.

Not long after Bella fell asleep, she began moaning my name. "Edward...oh, god…please…"

Before I knew what was happening, her hand had moved down the front of her pajama shorts and was gently rubbing in between her legs. She was curled up into me, breathing hard into my neck, her forearm rubbing against the outside of my thigh as she touched herself. I didn't know what to do. I was about to self-combust, but I was loving every second of it. I turned my head away from her and buried it into one of her pillows, trying to calm myself down. Her breathing was becoming more erratic, and as a result, so was mine.

"Unnhh…Edward…don't stop..." she breathed into my neck.

I reached up with the arm that wasn't wrapped around her waist and grabbed onto the pillow. A strong tingling sensation had been building at the base of my spine as my erection strained painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I inwardly cursed myself for not bringing more comfortable clothes to spend the night in. Bella began to chant my name like a mantra as her hand began to move at a faster pace.

"Edward…Edward…oh, Edward!" She screamed and shuddered against me, causing the tingling sensation in my spine to explode as I came with her, sinking my teeth into the pillow and sending feathers everywhere. Sometimes having the body of a seventeen year old boy proved to be quite difficult, especially when it entailed explaining to Bella why on earth I had ripped one of her pillows to shreds. Smooth, Edward. Really smooth.

Tonight had been much calmer so far, which was good for my sake because I didn't know how much longer I could control myself. I felt incredibly guilty about the visions that constantly danced around in my head, teasing me until they drove me mad with desire for my Bella. I couldn't help but wonder how vivid these visions would become if I were sleeping. Maybe I wouldn't feel so guilty if they were simply part of my subconscious, something I couldn't control. As long as they stayed in my head, there was no danger of anyone getting hurt. Oh, to dream…wouldn't that be incredible?

A/N: Okaayy, time for those reviews! Since this is my first fic, I'd really love all the constructive criticism I can get. Also, the other chapters will be longer.

The juicy stuff will start in the next chapter, I promise. I just had to lay some groundwork first haha. Edward will be having lots of fun dreams throughout the story (which means LOTS OF LEMONS!...including some that may not be dreams hehe). I have a lot planned out already, but if you have any kind of dream you'd really like me to include, please let me know in your reviews. Get crazy!

Xoxo,

Lindsay