I'm back. Wow, this is the most I've ever updated in a short period of time. Don't get used to it. I'm a slacker. I used to be reliable but... yeah, not anymore. *Grins*

We're back to Bella here. I guess she's feeling a little bit better after the whole hypothermia situation but she has had some help warming up... in more ways than one ;) Couldn't resist.

I should warn you of the upcoming citrus. If you don't like, skip the chapter. Just a suggestion.

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight and its characters, I corrupt them with my dirty imagination.

In my dream, hot hands teased my breasts, the friction against my pebbled nipples making my breaths shake. The man I was fantasising about seemed vaguely familiar but for the life of me I couldn't focus on his features. They weren't important. What I did know was that we were lying in a park, on the grass beneath the stars in the warm night-time air. I was being smothered by the heat but I wasn't interested in that. His hands... Ugh. So good. This was the most action I'd had in a long time and I was incredibly receptive to the pleasure.

I ground against my mysterious companion, moaning at the stimulation to my swollen clit with every needy rock of my hips. I wasn't even in control of my movements anymore, my body acted of its own volition. I craved every touch; his kneading fingers and husky groans.

More, more, more.

"Fuck." I hissed as he moved beneath me.

Each one of my long-neglected nerves were on fire from his ministrations and I reached out to him, clinging on as pleasure assaulted my every sense.

I knew I was getting close, my gasping breaths and whorish moans providing further evidence.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" I whimpered, my back arching as my climax crashed through me ruthlessly.

My eyes flew open as I suddenly awoke from my dream, my chest heaving with each panted breath as the aftermath of my orgasm lingered. It took a moment too long for me to note the compromising position I was in and the eyes, barely visible in the dark, that were watching me intensely.

Confusion and embarrassment flooded through me, the blush on my cheeks intensifying with the realisation that I had, in fact, just rubbed myself all over a stranger.

"Oh, God." I gasped, a mixture of surprise, lust and fear. I didn't know where I was or whose bed I was currently sharing. Neither of us spoke and only the only sound permeating the air were our breaths. Yes, I noticed he was breathing just as heavily as I.

I glanced down, withdrawing my gaze from his. The duvet was pressed to my waist and I was relieved to find I was fully clothed... although not in clothes I recognised. The stranger's hand was positioned possessively over my left breast, until he snatched it away as though he had been burned.

Quickly, I disentangled myself from the sheets, fully intending to escape this unfamiliar scenario. The owner of the intense eyes, however, had other plans. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, stopping my departure. He gently tugged me towards him but I struggled against his grasp.

"Shh, Bella. Please." I froze, my eyes flitting back to his. I had no idea how this stranger knew my name, but, as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I realised I had seen him before. I had flashbacks of what I believed to be the previous day; the rain... I'd been in the rain. These snippets of memory only served to confuse me further. Why couldn't I remember?

I'd seen Jake. He'd been drunk and... and nothing.

"Who- Who are you?" I cursed myself for stuttering. The man's brows creased for a moment and he remained silent. I began to tug my arm back again, but he didn't release me. My heartbeat was racing and it had nothing to do with my release.

"I'm Edward, Alice's brother." He told me. I'd never met Alice's brother so I couldn't confirm or deny his claims, although I did know he was called Edward.

"How do you know who I am?" I demanded.

"She has pictures of you around here, lots of them. You're her best friend." He told me, holding my gaze as though trying not to startle me. His eyes were familiar. He'd been in the meadow in the rain. I shuddered as I remembered how cold I had been, everything had been cold and disorientated. "Don't be scared, Bella. I'm not going to hurt you." His tone was soothing but with the new information, which he seemed so eager for me to believe, I relived my initial embarrassment. This wasn't just some stranger I had rubbed myself all over, it was my best friend's brother.

Damn it. Alice was going to kill me. I'm such a shitty friend.

Edward gingerly raised a hand – his free hand – and brushed it against my heated cheek, his touch delicate. Even that simple contact reminded me of the way his hands had felt in my dream, cupping my breast. I found myself turned on and ashamed. Whore! I growled internally as my traitorous body reacted.

I tried to slip my unrestricted hand between us to detach his grasp from my wrist but he groaned when I brushed against his hard length. His eyes closed and his jaw tensed. I froze, my hand millimetres from his erection, but the distance closed when his hips bucked. I watched in rapt fascination as his lips parted, a hiss escaping him.

"I'm sorry," he apologised on an exhale, apparently trying to control his urges. "I didn't mean to do that." I found it almost comical, that after all the grinding I'd done on his thigh, he was apologising to me.

My rebellious hand had a mind of its own, sneaking forward without my permission to palm Edward's length. I don't know which of us was more surprised.

He inhaled sharply, his whole body tensed against his pleasure.

"Bella..." his rough voice held a warning. It only served to spur me on.

His fingers curled into his palms, forming tight fists as my fingers traced him through his boxers. Something in him snapped because, before I could even blink, he had me rolled onto my back, his body encasing mine. I had opened my legs to him on instinct and his hips sat between them. We stared at each other for only a moment before the thrust of his hips against my own had me moaning. My hands clawed at his clothed back, seeking purchase as I arched my back.

I didn't know what had come over me. I'd never behaved this way in my life, not even with Sam. I mean, we actually went on a few dates before anything like this happened. Perhaps it was the length of time I'd gone without sex, without the touch of an incredibly attractive man with magical hands, that had me in this compromising situation.

Perhaps my subconscious understood that it's only fair that, since I got my rocks off, he should get his go too.

Edward's lips on my neck distracted me from my analysing but after jerking his hips into my heat twice more, his body tensed and his face contorted as he came. He ducked his head into his chest, groaning in what I understood to be embarrassment, as he rolled his body off mine and scrubbed a hand over his face.

"Way to go, Cullen." He growled quietly, clearly chastising himself. I didn't say anything. Was there anything to say?

"Look," he began, his eyes obscured by his hand and those long, talented fingers. "I'm really sorry. Fuck. I'm embarrassed. That was... embarrassing." Another groan – his – interrupted his tirade. "I'm never going to be able to show my face again. It's never happened before but I just... you're just... I couldn't-" Frustrated, he stopped talking, perhaps trying to collect his thoughts. He was babbling, after all. I felt uncomfortable too.

"I need to go shower. Please don't leave, I need to talk to you but apparently I can't even form a coherent sentence right now. I'll be quick." I stifled my smile, thinking of just how quick he was. I didn't think letting him in on my amusement would help the situation in any way. I simply nodded in response to his words instead and then, with a heavy exhale, he rolled out of bed, walking gingerly. He bent to retrieve a towel from the floor and it triggered a memory. My cheeks heated as I remembered Edward's naked ass – a very nice ass, I might add – from the day before. Oh God, what on earth had been going on?

With one last look over his shoulder and an embarrassed smile, he retreated into his en suite, closing the door behind him. I sighed. What the Hell had I gotten myself into? That's it. Definitely no drunk Jake again. I'm banning drunk Jake's, they mess with my life.

Author's Note:

This chapter was longer than it was going to be. I've actually split it up into two, so expect more from Bella next.

So, how would you feel waking up dry humping Edward? *Snorts* Like I don't know.

I guess nothing says "please to meet you" like an early morning grope session. It speeds up the introductions.

Thank you for all of your reviews, I'm sorry I didn't finish posting yesterday like I had hoped but you won't be waiting long. Have a wonderful weekend :)