A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I own eight cases of flooring that hubs thinks we're going to install today. Lord help us all.

(Update tomorrow will depend on exactly how poorly this goes.)


29

In my dream, I'm in my office, sitting at my desk. Naked.

This should probably alarm me, but all I can focus on is the soft pressure of lips against my chest, the silky strands of hair between my fingers. Every atom in my body screams out Bella. Bella. Bella.

I shift my hips forward as she kisses lower. So low.

And there's pressure. Pleasure.

I wake up to the sound of my own groan.

And then to the shock of finding those lips are real.

My eyes snap open, and another inhuman sound escapes my lips. I'm on my back. In my bed. Dressed only in my underwear, and for the first time in years I'm not alone.

"Jesus, Bella."

The blurry image of her pauses and looks up at me, licking once around my nipple. Fuck, I didn't know that that could feel so good. My hips reflexively buck up again, and there's the pressure from my dream.

Bella's in my bed. Kissing my chest.

Straddling me.

"Good morning," she murmurs before sucking at my skin again. As she does, she bears down with her hips.

I move one hand to her waist and one to the back of her neck, tilting my head back and closing my eyes as my morning erection grows. I can feel her heat and her weight, that slick-soft space between her legs hidden only by the fabric of our underclothes. Otherwise, we'd be—we'd—

I groan and slip my hand beneath her shirt, touching soft skin and lace. My fingers tighten as I pull her closer. She hums, a sound that's low and sensual. Like she feels this, too.

Tugging at her neck, I beg, "Come here." Her lips meet mine, and I'm lost in her kiss and in the crush of her body as it presses, every inch fit to mine. I nudge the hem of her T-shirt higher, up to her ribs, and then there's just soft flesh, so ripe and full inside my palm. "Oh my God, I love your breasts."

Am I even awake yet?

If not, I must be dreaming. Because at my words, she doesn't pull away or slap me.

Instead, she whips her shirt off.

"Oh my God," I groan again, grinding harder into her as I cup her breasts with both my hands. Even blurry, they're beautiful.

She hums and slips her tongue into my mouth, angling her hips. "That feels so good, Edward."

"So good." Things are spiraling fast now, and I try to calm myself down.

It's useless, though.

Especially when she speaks again.

Mouth wet and hot against my ear, she breathes, "Just imagine when we do this for real. How that'll feel."

The noises I'm making now don't even make sense. Nothing does. It's all just scattered images and her weight, the feel of her skin and the way she's pressing on me.

Pressing.

Pressing.

"Bella, if you don't—"

"I'm gonna come."

"Jesus fuck—" It's all too much and all too fast, too good, and –

"Edward," she whines. Her mouth is on me, her hips rubbing faster and faster, and then she cries out.

I let her breasts go and grab her hips, thrusting up against her in earnest a half dozen times before it all boils over, and I grunt her name, coming hard between us as she stills.

A second later, she collapses on top of me, arms around my neck and her hair pressed to my cheek.

"God, I love waking up with you," she breathes.

Liquid, I slide my palm up and down her naked back, then squeeze her tight.

"You have no idea."

But something tells me she just might.

#

I consider asking Bella if she'd like to shower with me, but in the end, I stop myself. There is nothing attractive about a guy who's just come in his underwear. As is, she gets out of bed and tugs her shirt back on, then wanders off into the kitchen anyway. "Coffee?" she asks.

"Yeah," I tell her as I put my glasses on. "Should be near the—"

"Never mind. I found it."

I'm a little scared of what else she'll find, but I'm too sleepy-happy to worry too much. After mumbling at her that I need to clean up, I stagger to the bathroom and turn the shower on. With the door locked, I peel the wet cotton of my boxer briefs down.

Ew.

I wash up quickly, only realizing once I'm done that I didn't bring any clothes with me. It's not usually an issue since I live alone, but today it's kind of a problem. Figuring there's nothing I can do about it now, I wrap my towel around my waist and wander out. The coast is clear, so I make a break for my bedroom, where I manage to get a fresh pair of boxers and a T-shirt on before Bella comes looking for me.

She comes right up to me and runs a hand through my still-wet hair, then lifts up on tip-toes to kiss me. "Mmm, you smell nice."

Probably a hell of a lot better than I did this morning. She, however, seems to have that magical girl-power of smelling like flowers all the time.

"So do you."

She laughs with a snort. "Sure." Patting my chest, she steps away. "I made breakfast."

I tilt my head at her. "Really?"

There was enough food in my kitchen to make something out of?

"Well, it's kind of like breakfast. You had some Bisquick in the back of your pantry. I made do."

It's better than I usually manage. "Cool."

It isn't until I get to the kitchen that I remember I don't have a table. I look around, trying to think of something.

"Couch?" she suggests.

I sigh in relief. "Perfect."

We sit side by side in our underwear and T-shirts, watching Muppet clips on YouTube, eating instant pancakes with fake maple syrup. But the coffee is real, and so is the half and half. I made sure of that.

It might be the best breakfast I've ever had.

#

"You sure you don't want to come in?"

I'm idling in front of Bella's house, watching the windows. The curtains are drawn, so I can't see anything. But wouldn't that be just how Charlie would play it?

Lay in wait with a rifle just inside the door?

I shudder and force a smile. "Nah. I have a bunch of work to get done."

"Okay." She leans across the console and plants a wet, soft kiss on my lips. "See you tomorrow at school?"

"Yup." I grab her hand before she can pull too far away. "Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"I know I'll see you at school and all, but…can I see you again? Soon?"

She bites her lip and frowns at me.

My chest tightens. I thought we'd agreed on this.

Her eyes dart toward her house and then back at me, and she breathes out a long sigh, squeezing my hand. "Yeah. Of course."

"Really?"

Could I sound more surprised?

"Yes. How about…Wednesday? Dad doesn't have any therapy appointments that day, so maybe he'll be in a good mood. You could come over after work. For dinner?"

My face splits with the wideness of my smile. "Sounds perfect."

Then it's my turn to lean over the console. To kiss her.

She lets me for a minute, then pulls away and cracks open her door. "See you then."

I just nod.

The whole way home, I hum the clip we watched at breakfast.

Everything is perfect, it's falling into place.
I can't seem to wipe this smile off my face.