I feel the exhaustion wash over me when I have finished putting Nessie's things in her room. I need to lie down and collect my thoughts. It's only one in the afternoon but I feel like I've been awake for two days straight. I shuffle my feet to my room and collapse onto the bed, begging sleep to take me into her warm embracing arms. Breathe.

I see pale pink as the sun tries to force its light though my eyelids even though my mind tells me it is a heavily overcast day. Then I feel it, sense it, I don't know how to describe it, but I know it's him. Him. Please God give me a name. I want to open my eyes but they are glued together with sleep. And then I feel him.

Soft tender lips brushing against mine. My mouth is left tingling and wanting more. A cool hand slowly sliding down the side of my face and resting on my neck feeling my blood flow faster. The gentle weight of a perfect body presses against mine. Stupid thoughts begin to fill my mind. Do I have bad breath? Did I put deodorant on this morning? When was the last time I shaved my legs? Please God, touch me some more.

"Bella," his deep voice whispers to me between our lips as he kisses me again. All I can do is murmur. My body feels alive, tingling all over. I want to feel more.

I slide my hands up along his body resting on top of mine, feeling his chilled flesh through the thin cotton of his t-shirt and the indentations of his muscles underneath. I know it's him, every fibre of my being knows his touch even though I'm not sure I've really felt it before, but I just know. His lips brush against mine again but this time I'm ready and I kiss back, feeling his breath in my mouth as I open my lip slightly. Slightly is all the encouragement he needs as I feel him press harder against me. My thighs press against his legs as my back arches up, moving my chest into his. A small sigh escapes my mouth as I realise this is what kissing is supposed to feel like.

I slide my hand up further, along his strong shoulders to his neck and up into his hair, holding his face to mine, urging him on. His hair is so smooth and silky and I feel the little curls wrap around my fingers as they trail through it. His hand slides down across my shoulder moving the thin fabric of my shirt aside. How does he know that shoulders are my weak spot? Soon his hand is followed quietly by his mouth. My eyes roll back slightly behind my eyelids as I give in to the ecstasy. I can feel his lips and his tongue caress their way down my neck, pausing for a moment before they continue along my collar bone and across my shoulder and another sigh escapes my lips and my body pushes up towards his involuntarily.

I want to groan with pleasure. I want to press myself against him again. He seems to know what I am thinking and wraps his arm around my waist and holds me so tightly against him that his belt buckle pushes into my stomach. My body begins to move infinitesimally with his as his lips manoeuvre back up to my mouth. I feel his tongue press against mine and I taste him slowly and deliberately. I've never been much for chocolate, but he tastes like white chocolate kisses and I want more.

"Bella! We're home!" My eyes shoot open as I hear dads voice. My glance flicks to the clock on the wall, six thirty. I'm alone in my bed, my clothing is all messed up, my heart racing and other parts of my body are doing things they haven't done in years. I think I may even have sex hair. I don't think I can handle dreams like this much longer, but secretly I know I want more.


A/N

I know it's really short but just picture Edward that way. In dreams I mean, not short.

Thankyou to Hawkins who picked up my mistakes in earlier chapters. You are my saviour and i think I have fixed them. Any Beta Readers who would like to help me out, please do. To everyone else, keep on reading. I love it!

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