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Edward's POV
Watching Bella sleep was one of my favorite things to do for many reasons. She looked so beautiful when she was asleep. Her face was totally unguarded and she looked so vulnerable. I loved being there with her, keeping her safe, being her protector. I also loved to listen to the mumblings she spoke each night in her sleep. Some were amusing, others tender to my heart.
The first time she had said my name in her sleep, she didn't even know I was there. That was before…before the lion fell in love with the lamb. She still said my name. Sometimes she just said, "I love you." But every time she said my name, I would rejoice on the inside. Yes, she was mine.
Along with her mumblings, Bella also tended to moan in her sleep. I had heard Bella do this before, of course. Sometimes in fear or pain, as if she was having a nightmare. Sometimes in pleasure, as if she was having an erotic dream. Neither was surprising. There were memories that haunted her, and threats that still remained. Nightmares were to be expected. I would hold her tight and comfort her, until she returned to a more restful slumber. Her erotic dreams were also not surprising to me. I knew how frustrated she was with me. Always begging me to go further than I trusted myself to. It was natural that she should have these dreams. At least she could let out some of her sexual frustrations.
But tonight was different. I heard her moaning, and I braced myself. It was difficult for me to stay with her when she dreamt like this; I had my desires too. Not being able to read her mind, I could only imagine what she was dreaming about. Sometimes I wondered if this was better or worse than actually knowing. My imagination could get away with me sometimes…but would being in her mind, seeing what she saw, be better? I would never know the answer to that question.
This dream had her moaning every so often. They were softer in the beginning, getting louder each time. I was considering leaving, only for a moment, in order to resist the temptation that her sleeping body was presenting me with. A man can only take so much. It wasn't the first time I had had to leave her. On a few other occasions, her moaning and the arousal coming off of her had been too much for me, and I had left. I would return an hour later, always there when she woke up.
I was moving her head off of my chest and on to her real pillow, when I heard her moan louder still. And then, she moaned, loud and clear, the words that would freeze my heart, if I had had one: "Ohhh, Jasper. God, I'm going to—yes, yes! Oh God, Jasper!"
A/N Reviews would still be wonderful! I will get the next chapters up as soon as I write them. What will Edward's reaction be to this? I've heard he's quite the drama queen…:)