Disclaimer: I would love to own Twilight, but if I did, I think I would be too busy sipping expensive drinks by my pool outside my mansion to write fanfics. Consequently, I own a smelly stethoscope and a cat who doesn't like people.

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Chapter 2

Bella woke, hot and tangled in her sheets. They wrapped around her legs and as she rolled to get out of bed, grabbing at her, trapping the pale, creamy flesh. She groaned, head aching from the extensive crying last night, recalling the acute pressure that had settled in her chest and couldn't be moved or displaced. She shifted slightly, knowing that he… Edward… was not going to relieve the sensation any time soon. She opted to lie in bed for a little while longer, and let her mind wander. Eyes closed, Bella pictured Dr. Cullen… Edward's … piercing eyes and crooked smile. The corners of her mouth turned up sweetly, delicately as she sighed ever so softly, sinking thoroughly into the memory. He had followed her and reached out to her and touched her yesterday.

That touch!

It was like the time she was plugging in her toaster, and a very small part of her finger was touching the metal of the prongs. It was just a little shock, but she dropped (more like threw) the cord from her hand immediately. It was a reflex, not something to be controlled.

Then again, maybe it wasn't like that at all.

Although the sensation had been odd, and very surprising, she had rather liked it and wanted it to continue. Very much. It was like nothing else she had ever felt; so much energy and life and light had sunk into her body from his.

Unconsciously, one of her hands had slid to her breast and was ghosting over her nipple, through her nightie. She glanced down, surprised to realize that she was stimulating herself. Sighing somewhat happily, Bella reclosed her eyes and pictured Edward's amazing mouth kissing down her neck on over her cleavage. She wondered if he would like to find himself here, showing love to her body with the perfect lips he possessed.

Groaning and rolling a nipple thought her fingers, Bella's other palm slid lower, tickling across her abdomen lightly. She paused just above her small mound of soft curls, letting the anticipation build. She pictured what it might be like if his hand were here, discovering her. Would he like what he saw? Would he rush or take his time? Would he be happy to find her untouched?

"Oh, Edward," she sighed out, into the silent room, letting her fingers find the spot she would really rather had Edward's discover. She slipped lower, searching for moisture, but since no one else had ever found this part of her, she didn't keep her tiny fingers there. Rising back to the small button, she pushed against it, rolling and teasing and rubbing so very slowly. She imagined Edward would take his time, exploring her, pleasing her before he took her. She groaned, raising her hips, thinking of the way he might press and push and pinch at her, finding out what made her writhe and scream.

So she explored her own body, as he might, learning her, giving her some relief from all the pressure she felt. "Edward, you feel so good, oh baby, please, give me what I need," Bella begged her Ghost Lover, pressing into herself faster, more clumsily, soft moans slipping past her lips, a little louder, a little hungrier.

"I'm so… close… please," came her whimper, a mewling sound that slipped past her lips. She was lost in the fantasy of Edward, how he smelled, so sweet, and how his cold hands might be warmed by her heated pink flesh. So lost in the picture and the pleasure was she, that she didn't hear the growl that was steadily growing and how it found a crescendo as her body did, spine arching and lungs gasping. Eyes flying open, searching for her Ghost Lover, and missing his beautiful face. So lost in herself was Bella, that she didn't hear the quiet gasp, followed by the sound of a shuddering tree in the forest behind her house.

She lay still for a long moment, trying to enjoy the sensation, but she felt as though something else was needed. Bella didn't know what it was for sure, but she could guess. She had felt spectacularly empty when she climaxed. It was suspected that a certain male, who would undoubtedly fill her, would not leave her with that feeling.

Bella showered and dressed, disappointed to discover that her release did not seem to satisfy for long. She felt as though she had been mercilessly teased-and perhaps she had- without release. Perhaps she wasn't doing it right? Securing her stethoscope and name tag, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Thoughtful brown eyes peered back at her. Bella began to recall the last few months. Did she always feel so… empty… after she gave herself release? She supposed, yes, she did, but certainly hadn't recognized it before. It seemed to help in the moment, but now she felt heartsick, lonely for a real Lover to release upon, both in the heat of a passionate moment, her body clenching around him… and also releasing her heart to him, held so delicately to be treasured by him. Bella decided that this singular enjoyment was not as satisfying as it would be-must be- with a man who loved her and whom she loved in return.

A man who would be happy, eager to dedicate himself to her, and her body, learning her and desiring to please her. She was tired of this half-happiness. It wouldn't do anymore. If it wasn't meant to be with Edward, how would she ever know, but to ask? To seek him out and make him see that she was quite desperately in love with him despite never having had a non-work related conversation with him and the fact that she didn't really know him at all.

Bella sighed, knowing the whole idea was absurd and stupid, because it was true. Edward could be a tyrant at home (although she couldn't believe it, really), some sort of monster. She had no idea.

But those eyes! And that smile! His hands, he healed with his hands. And his mouth, his words were a soothing balm to so many patients, and to Bella, since her break down yesterday. Bella smiled, remembering the way he had made her feel, so calm, so listened to and understood. He looked at her, and it was like he saw into her mind and offered a peaceful answer to her troubles. He had quite effectively soothed her, and the way that she had felt around him made her shiver.

"Oh Edward," she spoke softly, turning, needing to leave for work, but wanting to stand here and daydream about this marvel of a man. She turned, closing the door behind her, knowing that he would be at work soon enough, and she would get to see the real thing, which was, far superior to her day dreams (and fantasies) any day.