Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns all. Yadda, yadda.
I wasn't originally planning on making another chappie for this, but I decided another one in Edward's POV would suffice :D
Oh, and by the way, I recently realized that I make a lot of oneshots when I've no idea what to write next for Rising Sun. I've got the most intense writer's block with that story, it's insane. But I'm trying my very hardest and hopefully an update will occur soon.
Sweet Dreams: Edward's POV
I stroked her hair as I waited for her to fall asleep. Finally, she sighed and layed her head on my chest. The warmth felt lovely. Ignoring the usual burn in my throat, I kissed her hair. I rested my head on the pillow and waited for the sleep-talking to begin. She usually said my name accompanied with "I love you" but there was always something new. I glared. Lately, I've been hearing Jacob's name much more than I'd prefer. I knew it had been hurting her to be away from him, so I eventually gave my consent.
Suddenly, her heartbeat began race. Startled, I looked down at her. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. What was this? Is she okay? I was about to wake her when she spoke.
"Edward," she sighed, her voice full of some emotion I couldn't identify. Love was there, yes, but there was something else. She shivered, but it couldn't be from the cold - she had the entire quilt wrapped around her. She began to convulse slightly, her back arching. Her breathing hitched. I was utterly confused and very concerned. What was the matter with her?
"Edward. I need you. Now. Right now. Please…" she gasped. Oh. Oh. It was lust she was feeling. I laughed - quietly of course. She was dreaming of me - us - making love. I felt a wave of the usual love - and lust. Silly Bella. I'd just agreed to give her the one human experience she so craved and already her imagination was running wild. Stifling the laughter, I listened intently and ignored the reaction my body was having to her gasps and moans. I wish I could dream. This was definitely something I'd enjoy dreaming of.
She giggled. I groaned softly. How I wished I could see into her mind! It was almost tortuous to not know. She giggled again, and I nearly went mad. She was going to have a lot to explain when she wakes up. She gasped loudly and bucked her hips sharply.
"Edward, take me. Take me now, please. I need you…in me," she sighed. I felt a type of electricity go through my dead veins. I shuddered with want for her. I got up quickly and ran out the house for a moment, collecting myself. I was fervently glad that no one else was home. I never knew Bella could be so…explicit.
I heard her cry out and raced back to my room. She was shaking with her… need, gasping and whimpering. I shuddered again, but controlled myself. Her back arched off the bed.
"Edward, love. I need you so badly," she moaned, her hips bucking. I inhaled sharply. I couldn't stand it anymore. Collecting myself, I shook her very gently.
"Bella, love. Wake up, sweetheart," I whispered in her ear. She woke up then, looking up at me blearily. The changing emotions on her face where very amusing. Disoriented, annoyed, dreamy. Why was she annoyed? Was it because I woke her up?
"Bella, what were you dreaming of?" I knew, of course, but I wanted to hear her say it. She stared at me blankly, still sleepy. Ah, so I would have to explain. Wonderful.
"You were kind of, well, moaning. And crying out my name. You were also sort of….convulsing," I said, still amused, yet slightly embarrassed at my choice of words. Her face turned a delightful crimson colour, tempting me. I stifled the less than holy feelings that were arousing. Unfortunately, she covered that beautiful face of hers in her hands in chagrin.
"Oh no!" she groaned, highly embarrassed. It was amusing. She was utterly adorable when she was flustered. I laughed and pulled her in for a hug.
"Bella, darling, it's okay. I would dream of you, if I could. And don't worry, I enjoyed it. Very much so," I teased. Of course, I'd never admit to the extent as to which I enjoyed. I'd always teased her about her human reactions, but I'd never knew I could have such an unruly human male reaction.
She looked up at me with a smirk on her perfect lips. "Oh?" she asked, moving to straddle me.
This was a surprise. Usually Bella was so timid and self-conscious. She grinned wider, enjoying the obvious effect her movements were having on me. I let my head loll back and my eyes flutter shut. It felt like heaven but if she kept this up our honeymoon would be for naught. Chuckling, I flipped us both over, putting the power back into my own hands. She sulked and pushed out her lower lip, tempting me. Laughing louder at the endearing, childlike pout, I whispered in her ear, "Not now Bella. I promise, I will make love to you…after we're married." Kissing her neck, her breathing hitched and her heart fluttered. Even now, I still marvelled at the fact that it was I that made her react this way, not that vile Mike Newton or any other of her many would-be suitours.
"Mmkay, Edward," she sighed into my ear, causing another jolt of lustful electricity through my dried up veins. I smiled down upon her, kissing her gently. She behaved, holding very still. There are already an overabundance of reasons as to why I wanted to marry this woman, but there was currently only one that I was thinking of.