A/N: All characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended.

Dreamy

All night, I took out my need on the keyboard. I imagined tickling her clit with my fingers as I trilled the high notes, and pounding my cock into her as the bass line roared. I was wild, my hands flying over the ivories and my hair flying as I played.

At one point, I noticed Esme standing near the stairway with the most peculiar look on her face. Her mouth gaped open until our gaze met, when she suddenly and involuntarily covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide. As she turned away from me, I understood why; her thoughts of Carlisle, hard and naked, plowing into her in various kama sutra-esque positions was really more than I'd ever wanted to know about my parents. I tried to hold it down until Carlisle sped to her, put his hands in her hair, mouth over hers and carried her upstairs at the speed of light.

To all appearances, there was no one but me in the house. To me, however, I could hear were the yelps and gasps and screams and sighs that proved I was anything but alone. It seemed everyone was having fun with my music. Everyone but me.

My hands crashed down on the keyboard. My cock was hurting from stiffness, but I didn't want to jerk off one more time – it all began to seem so useless. The three couples in the house, coupling like wild animals, didn't make it any easier. Their joy was as complete as my desolation.

I stood up, knocking the piano bench over backwards. "Damn it!" My hands were at my temples, fisted into my hair.

I turned on my heel and left the house, hearing my brothers turning their attention from their women to me. I didn't want that, especially not for Rosalie. She was hard enough to deal with already. I let the door slam as I broke into a run.


I intended to run to the meadow, but daylight was already beginning to color the sky. "Damn," I said again, knowing I had to find some release before school. I had to be on time for school today. I had something I wanted to do at school. Someone.

The babbling of the stream permeated my attention. I was near the most shallow run of the river, where the bed was flat and smooth and fast. I watched the spill move as swiftly as the day, imagining a lover's caress. I took off my shoes and socks, dropping them to the grassy bank. I waded to the middle of the stream and laid down.

The water was icy, but it didn't bother me. I laid on my back, head upstream, allowing the river to stroke me with a lover's tenderness and urgency. My clothes drifted and floated in the flow. I took my cock out of my pants and let it lay against my stomach. My shaft split the stream. The current rippled over my nipples and swirled in my hair. The water would splash and play, sometimes spilling over my face and smothering me in a lover's embrace.

I cupped the water with my hands, trying to grasp and hold it, weigh it, embrace it. It slipped away from me as elusively as the satisfaction and release I so needed. I swiveled around so that, with my head downstream, the water would rush over me and consume me. I stroked my cock, imagining Bella as the water, imagining her lips at my chest, her hair streaming into my face, and shot into the morning air with loud gasps and splashes.

By now, it was daylight. I stood up, and returned to the banks. I pulled my shoes and socks back on, laughing quietly to myself at my own ridiculous appearance. I ran back to the house to change.


I came in through the back door and could hear everyone moving about their business in the house. As I walked through the living room, I saw Rosalie sitting beneath Emmett's arm, listening to the baby names he whispered to her. He looked up, saw me, and burst into laughter.

"Edward, oh my God, Edward, Jesus," he laughed, struggling for breath as he laughed. "Shit, I know you needed to come, but I had no idea it was so bad, bro!" He bounced forward, bent over with laughter, until he pointed at me. "You've cum all over yourself, dude! What, are you some sort of fountain – no wait," he laughed, "A geyser!"

Rosalie snickered, and whispered to Emmett, "Good one. Told you he was repressed." Her smirk lingered a bit longer as she said to me, "Ah, maybe that's why you can't get a date. Sheesh, what a freaking mess."

I just looked at them, trying to formulate the insult I wanted to throw at them. "I..," I stammered. "I didn't… You – oh, forget it."

I turned to go upstairs, but Jazz and Alice came out of their room dressed in coordinating blue outfits, with coordinating smirks on their coordinating smug faces. Alice looked me over from head to toe. Washer not working, Wetward?, she thought, smiling and turned to Jasper, resting her head against his chest.

I took the stairs two at a time, trying to make sure I didn't knock anyone over as I fled. I closed my door behind me and they all burst into laughter.

I waited until I heard the garage close and Rosalie's car turn onto the main road. I dressed in a cream-colored sweater over blue jeans – dark blue jeans, just in case – and grabbed a scarf from the hall tree. I wanted to look nice for her, in an everyday sort of way, to put her at ease and make tonight easier. I walked through the living room and turned to go out the backdoor through the kitchen when Esme's thoughts stopped.

Edward, I'm sorry. She didn't need to apologize. I know you're hurting. Can I help?

She came around the corner into my line of sight. There was nothing but love and concern for me on her face. I walked over to her and leaned down to pick up her hands. "Esme. You never have to apologize to me." I bent towards her and kissed her head. "I love you, you know that."

Your music really affects me, you know. I think I almost hurt Carlisle last night.

"It's alright, really. In fact, I should apologize to you. I know what music does to you; I should have been more careful."

Carlisle appeared behind Esme, looking directly into my eyes as he put his arm around her.

We know how lonely you've been, Edward. Last night, it was just more obvious than usual, but we didn't realize it until you were gone, he thought, and I could see the concern in his eyes and feel the worry in his thoughts.

"Carlisle," I said, and broke his gaze. "Esme. I love you both. Please don't worry. I'll get through this."

Carlisle smiled. Don't let your brothers and sisters fool you – they're worried, too. They're just laughing to try to normalize the situation for you.

I nodded curtly. I knew that was right, but I couldn't help feeling embarrassed and a bit angry. Nothing about this felt normal.

"I'd better get to school."

I sped from the room after their mental agreement. I didn't want to hear their worry or their pity, and I thought I'd break if I heard their love.


Finally, biology. I wanted to scream, I want to bounce in my chair, go look out the door and down the hall, but instead I sat stock still, only mildly fidgeting now and again to appear normal. I'd waited all day for class, for a glimpse or scent of her. And now, that time was at hand. The pit of my stomach fluttered and my crotch tingled.

She was wearing a deep violet-blue sweater over a white t-shirt, and talking to Eric as she entered the room. My eyes grew dark as her scent wafted towards me: musk, freesias, chocolate, and sweet sex filled my senses. Her expression said dismissal and her words spoke boredom. She seemed to be humoring him with thinly veiled distaste. Eric was thinking about her eyes, her playlist, and her ass. I felt a growl building in my chest.

"Oh, there's the bell," she said as the warning rang in the hallway. "See you." She moved away quickly as Eric stood with his mouth still open in response.

I looked out the window quickly as I saw the expression on my face through the eyes of the other students in the classroom. How could I see the thrust of her nipples through a sweater and a t-shirt? I could feel the fabric of my jeans tighten and felt a ripple of panic in the muscles of my abdomen. I took in a deep breath to calm myself, and got a whiff of her as she spread her legs to sit on the stool next to me.

I turned and looked at her. My frustration blossomed into full annoyance. Could this be the same woman who had called my name so pleadingly in her sleep as she rubbed her crotch? I was sure that if I could hear just one little thought from her silent mind, I'd have the confirmation I needed right away. Her expression said nothing of last night's arousal. Quite the contrary, she looked angry and slightly repulsed.

"Hello, Bella," I offered quietly. "You look very nice today."

"What? I… what?" Why was she so angry?

"You look nice. That color, it's you. You look good."

"Oh," she seemed genuinely surprised. "Uh, thanks." She looked down at her notebook and her eyes widened for a moment. She pushed her book around in front of her as the curtain of her hair swung forward.

I could see a bit of her face through her hair. She was blushing madly. The blue of the sweater cast an alabaster tinge over her skin, accenting the pink of her blush. Perfect, I thought to myself as I looked at her. She looked to the front of the classroom as Mr. Molina began his lecture. I stared at Bella.

A thought occurred to me as she avoided looking in my direction. I opened my notebook and tore a half page out of the spiral binding. I wrote quickly, "Do you dream?" on the paper and pushed it towards her. She looked down at the paper, glanced at me. She snatched up the note and read it as Mr. Molina drew a picture of planaria on the board. I watched her bite her lip as she watched the teacher, blush painting her cheeks again. She wrote a quick reply and pushed the note towards me.

"Yes," was all it said.

Good.

"Of whom do you dream?" I scrawled, and pushed the note back to her. I kept my face forward, a slight smile touching my lips. She picked up the note, and her head jerked toward me as soon as she'd read it. I hit the mark.

She scratched out a hasty reply and pushed it back at me. The motion stirred her scent. The smell of sex and desire washed over me, sending an electric jolt to my crotch. I felt the hairs on my plot stir as my cock struggled against my pants to stand straight. I picked up the note.

"What's it to you?"

She was about to find out. I sat for a moment, savoring the moment of tension between us. My nipples were hard and my head swam. As Mr. Molina turned back to the board, I leaned over to her ear and blew the words in her ear as softly as I could. "It matters a great deal to me, Bella." I was rewarded with the scent of her hair, her skin, and her blood all working in tandem to blow pheromones out every pore in her body.

Her body was ganging up on my senses. I liked it, maybe a little too much. Venom flooded my mouth. She seemed to like it, too. Her heart skipped a beat and pounded in her chest.

I slowly withdrew from her side, and sat back in my chair. I slumped a little, trying to ease the stress on my cock. The closeness to her artery had been almost too much for me. I breathed deeply, letting her scent burn me as I smiled. I sat staring at the board, not listening to Mr. Molina's simplistic explanation of regeneration. I was dreaming of my own regeneration and rebirth in Bella's arms, laying between her thighs with my cock buried deep inside her. She would whisper my name as I moved, until the whisper became a moan, the moan a plea, the plea a scream…

It was getting close to the end of the period and I had to make a move. I scribbled on the note and pushed it at her one last time.

Her trembling hand picked it up and she read it. Her brows knit together; she closed her eyes and bit her lip. Then she turned to me and, looking right into my eyes, said, "Yes."

Excellent. I would meet her after school.


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