A/N: Thanks for the faves, follows and reviews, really means a lot.

This is my first attempt at writing a lengthy sex scene, so go easy on me, will ya. Or not, it's up to you. Hopefully it isn't too awkward. And I really hope my Garrett expert, Caystar approves of him =)

Mostly unbetad, with a little help from cboo2501 and some nice people on Twitter.

All recognizable characters belong to S.M… I'm just giving them something to do.

Chapter 1

Garrett

The only thing keeping me from banging my head against the keyboard, was my unwillingness to look like a crazy person at work.

It had been four months since the day I walked in to Eclipse. Four months that I spent every night engaged in…er…physical activities with one of four gorgeous men.

Which made it three months and twenty-nine days I had spent trying to find the shop or its strange owner again. When I had returned the next day to ask Zatoria about the dream the shop had been empty and all signs of it ever being there had been removed.

Since then I had Binged, Googled and Yahooed both names, but neither search had led to anything. It was as if they'd never existed.

I groaned out load in frustration just as Jennifer entered the backroom. I quickly returned to the order form I was supposed to been working on.

"Is everything okay?" she asked on her way to the broom closet.

"No!" "Yeah, sure. I'm just tired."

"Oh," she gave me a look full of concern. "You've been tired a lot lately. You're not coming down with something, are you?"

"No, unless addiction to dream sex is considered a disease." "Oh, no. I'm fine," I tried to smile reassuringly.

"You're coming out with us tomorrow, right?" she asked with the sweeper and dustpan in hand.

Tomorrow was Jennifer's birthday and since my only reason for backing out was a dream lover - with emphasis on dream - I had reluctantly agreed to join her and her friends on a night out. "Absolutely."

"Great. Well, I've locked up, closed the register and taken out the trash. Now I just have to sweep the floor and we're done for the night. Feel free to head home…"

I was out the door before she finished talking.

When I arrived at my apartment I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth and got ready for bed in my usual nightclothes, a tank and a pair of boy shorts.

I sat on the edge of my bed and held the little bottle in my hand. Holding it up to my ear I gave it a shake and had to strain my ears to make out the barely noticeable slosh of the potion. There wasn't even enough left to last a whole week and I had no way of getting more.

Ignoring the stinging in my eyes I opened the bottle and let a few drops land on my tongue before crawling beneath the blanket and falling asleep.

I was standing in front of a mirror, wearing a pink string bikini.

A light knock on the door was followed by a male voice, "Miss, do you need any help?"

"I'm fine thanks," the words were out of my mouth before it hit me; I knew that voice. I opened the door without thinking and took in the tall, lanky man waiting outside of the dressing room. Everything about him was familiar. From his body, cool and hard as marble, his scuffed combat boots, the black jeans, ripped at the knees, hanging low on his lean hips to the wild mess of shaggy dark brown hair that reached the collar of his grey t-shirt and the ruby eyes that bore into mine.

He stepped inside, closed and locked the door, bringing the mouthwatering scent of licorice with him.

"Garrett!" I whisper-shouted, embarrassed by the thought that someone in the store would hear me, and also turned on by that very same thing. "What…?"

He wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck and pulled me up against his chest. He crushed his cold, hard lips against mine, silencing any further argument.

There wasn't anything soft or careful about the kiss. No light pressure of his lips against mine, no teasing lips or nibbles. He demanded entrance and I opened up for him.

He traced the inside of my mouth hungrily, and his taste, both salty and sweet, much stronger than his scent made my head spin. I clutched at his biceps when my knees buckled to keep from falling to the floor. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and tangled it with his. My nipples hardened from rubbing against his chest.

My eyelids fluttered closed and I stood up on the tip of my toes, twisting my fingers in the soft hairs on the nape of his neck. The growl that sounded from deep inside of his chest made moisture seep through my tiny bikini bottoms.

I broke the kiss, gasping for breath, "What are you doing here?" I asked, backing away slowly until I hit the wall behind me and had nowhere else to run, nor did I want to.

A slow, almost predatory grin spread across his handsome face and he stalked towards me, closing the short distance separating us with merely two steps.

"You're not going anywhere, Honey," he whispered in my ear, gripped my hips and pulled me back to him, our bodies pressed closely together.

Garrett pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses on my neck, and I couldn't hold back a groan as the scruff on his chin brushed against my sensitive skin.

A shiver ran down my spine when his teeth grazed over my pulse and my whole body froze, alarms going off in my head.

Garrett chuckled softly. "Not today… Not unless you ask me to."

His words confused me, but I forgot all about them when he opened the clasp on my bikini top and untied the bow. He took a small step back, without letting go of my hips, and it to tumble to the floor between us.

My naked breasts begged for his touch and I whimpered when he covered them with his hands, the pads of his thumbs stroking my aching nipples. I arched my back, pushing closer into his touch. The moan that left my slightly parted lips was echoed by him.

Suddenly his hands left my breast, and I was spun around, facing the mirror. Garrett's fingers wrapped around my wrists and placed them against the reflective surface.

"Keep your hands there," he ordered, his raspy voice sent trembles throughout my body and I bit down on my lip to hold back my cry of impatience.

I wanted to see him, kiss him, touch him…

His soft laughter increased the throbbing between my legs. "You can try to be quiet, Honey, but we both know you're not going to be."

"Please…" I begged him. "I want…" His mouth on my neck shut me up.

He kissed and licked a pattern along my spine, every stroke of his tongue left a trail of goose bumps in its wake.

Garrett got down on his hunches behind me, his long fingers curling around my ankles and caressed slowly upwards over my legs, my knees and my thighs until he stopped at the strings that tied my bikini bottoms together. His eyes met mine in the mirror, now black with desire.

With a few quick movements of his hands they joined the top on the floor.

"Spread your legs for me, Honey," he crooned. My breathing hitched as his head became visible between my thighs. Our eyes locked as he inhaled deeply and licked his lips. "Mmm, you smell…fucking delicious" he growled quietly. "Now keep your eyes on the mirror and watch yourself as I make you come…"

I jumped at the first lazy stroke along my dripping slit. He probed my entrance with deep thrusts of his tongue then flicked it over my clit before he closed his lips around the little bundle of nerves. I heard a scream and was surprised to realize it came from me.

His firm grip on my thighs was the only thing that kept me from grinding against his face.

"Nothing tastes sweeter than your pussy," he purred, "except maybe your blood."

Heat flooded me and said blood rushed to the surface as I blushed a deep dark pink all the way from my hairline down to my bellybutton.

"Now you're just teasing me, aren't you?" he hummed around my clit.

My legs started shaking so badly when he entered me with first one, than a second finger that I would've collapsed onto the floor if Garrett hadn't been holding me with his free hand. The muscles in my arms quivered as I pressed my hands harder against the mirror. "So close, so close." I squeezed my eyes shut against the sensations that crashed over me when he curled his fingers, but snapped them open immediately when he removed them and growled, "Keep your eyes on the fucking mirror, or I'll stop."

"No, no, no….Please, don't….stop," I panted, my chest rose and fell with each breath.

His deep moan shot straight to my core. "I love it when you beg, Honey," his murmured words against the inside of my thigh sent shockwaves throughout my body. "So beg," he ordered. "Beg for me to make you come."

"Please," I sobbed, desperate for release. "Please, I need to come so bad…I-I want…"

"Yesssss," he growled and pinched my clit. "Tell me what you want, how you want me to fuck you with my tongue, my fingers, my cock…."

My mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. My heart was thumping in my chest and I struggled to get enough air into my lungs.

"Tell me or I'll fucking stop and walk away," he threatened, tightening his grip on my thigh.

"I-I…" I stuttered and looked down, into his eyes.

"Look into the fucking mirror," he snarled.

The sound had my juices flowing even more. I stared at my reflection. My face was flushed and my wide, brown eyes were darker than usual. Licking my swollen lips, I tried again, "I want…you to…f-fuck me," I forced out through my teeth.

"Close enough," he snickered.

I cried out in ecstasy when his fingers finally entered me again and his lips closed around my clit. When he sucked my little bundle of nerves into his mouth I came apart all over his hands and face and I screamed as the orgasm rocked through me.

Before I had fully come down from my high I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and a second later Garrett drove into me from behind with one swift motion of his hips.

He lifted my up, hitching the back of my right knee over his forearm and putting my left foot against his thigh, "Grab those hooks, Honey, and hold on. You're gonna need it."

My arms felt as if they were made of jelly as I reached for the hooks on either side of the mirror. I was about to beg him to fuck me when he started moving inside of me.

"Fuck, Honey," he grunted. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, it feels so good wrapped around my cock."

I clutched the hooks as hard as I could, pushed my foot against his hard thigh, and arched my back, trying to meet his thrusts.

The pressure started growing in my lower abdomen as Garrett pounded harder, faster into me. "Yes, yes, yes," I sobbed, so close to coming for the second time.

He burrowed his face in the crook of my neck, mumbling incoherently against my sweaty skin. My inner muscles clenched around him and…

I woke up, screaming his name as the orgasm crashed over me.

A/N: Hope it didn't suck =)

And, just to explain, although Bella knows about the dreams when she's awake, she's not aware that she's dreaming when she's asleep… Hope that makes sense.

And another thing, Bella doesn't remember what Zatoria said about choosing. Her body acted of its own the first time she tried Sweet Dreams, and the way it worked…would YOU remember?

Next chapter: Peter, in the Club bathroom stall.