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Conversations with Charlie

BPOV

I groaned in pleasure, his lips were on mine, his tongue lightly licking my lip, gently pushing into my mouth, fighting my own for dominance. My hands were in his hair, crushing his face closer to mine as his own hands explored the curves of my body, settling at my breasts, unbuttoning my shirt and clamping around the cup of my bra. A growl of frustration started in his throat and I gasped as my hips bucked and pushed the warmth between my legs up towards the solid mass in his jeans. His hands pushed down on my hips as he pushed back, the delicious trembling started in my legs as he continued to rub our clothed groins together before finally freeing my breasts and lowering his mouth to suck on my straining nipples. A warmth started to build in me, a feeling of shamelessness coursed through me and I put my hands on his ass, pushing his covered erection closed to me, urging him to rub us together faster, for him to push into me harder....I was moaning with reckless abandon when he locked his beautiful, proud, fierce eyes on mine and I cried his name.

Only I woke up, trembling and sweating with pleasure, without hearing his name. Fuck. If only I had stayed sleeping another half second I would have known his name. I didn't know if it was normal for a girl to orgasm in her sleep but it was happening to me with increasing frequency. I knew it happened to boys. I think every teenage boy suffers from wet dreams; at least that's what They say. Though who They are I could not tell you, I just had to trust that They were right. I had never read about teenage girls having the same issue. It would make sense though; there is the same surging of hormones surely.

"Bells?" I was startled by Alice's voice coming out of the darkness. I had forgotten that she was staying the night on my floor.

"Yeah?" I croaked out in answer.

"That must have been one hell of a dream." She was straining to keep the laughter out of her voice.

"You could say that." I snorted at her, smirking into the darkness.

"Good thing Charlie is a deep sleeper. I don't think you could have been any louder. I could hear you through the pillow I had over my head." She couldn't contain the snickering any longer and I could hear her muffle it with a pillow. " Oh, oh, oh, yessssssssssss." She parodied. "Harder, hmmmmm, yeah, there, faster. Oooohhhhhhhhhh." She could barely breath she was laughing so hard as she recited what I had managed to reveal in my sleep. I could just imagine the tears of laughter pouring down her face.

"Shut up!" I whispered, barely keeping it together. "Don't you dare say anything to Jasper!"

"I can't help what I reveal in my sleep." She countered. We sat in silence for a while, though I could tell she was smirking. "Do me intriguing sleep dream man, do me." She managed to spit out through a renewed case of giggling and I snapped, throwing a pillow directly at her head. "Ow!" I could make out her hand rubbing her head where I had hit her. "Real mature." She mumbled at me, settling back down to sleep.

EPOV

It took me the full four days to make it all the way to Forks from Chicago. The drive was pretty blissful; the same could be said of the nights as well. I was embarrassed about leaving the hotel sheets in such a mess, but there was very little else I could do without washing the sheets in the bath. I made sure to strip the bed and bundle them with the offending stains on the inside of the ball.

Tree after tree flashed by the car as I drove at a speed that would make Esme cringe in worry through the roads leading to Forks. It was unmistakable when I reached the outskirts of town. Trees towered on both sides of the road, green and mossy and, to the easily intimidated, frightening. Rain misted the windscreen as I careened wildly along the road. I was lost in my own head, thinking of how good the feeling of sinking into my own bed would be after nights of hotels. I was almost at the discrete turn off to the mansion when I heard the siren behind me. Glancing in the rear view mirror I cursed as I slowed the Volvo to a stop and awaited the arrival of the police officer at my window.

The lights from atop the police cruiser bathed the scene in an eerie blue glow. Sighing I watched the approaching figure fight against the wind to reach me.

"Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" The figure had to scream at me to be heard above the howling wind.

"I'm very sorry officer, I was just in a hurry to reach home." The man peered into the car and took in my appearance. I watched him as he straightened slightly. He had to be barely forty, and had an air of authority that did not come merely from being in law enforcement. It quickly dawned on me that this was the Police Chief, and I struggled to remember the man's name as I was sure he had been here during our last stay in Forks.

"That's no excuse. Do you live around here?" His eyes narrowed as if trying to remember if he had seen me before.

"My family has just moved back, sir, when I was younger we lived here." Realisation dawned on his face.

"Cullen. I heard you were moving back. Carlisle arrived a couple of days ago didn't he?" He said my father's name with a slight tinge of respect. That was to be expected, those who knew Carlisle always used that tone. Swan! Chief Swan! That was his name.

"I'm very sorry Chief Swan, I was eager to get back to my family." He seemed surprised that I remembered his name.

"We don't drive that fast around here, ok? Remember that. Give my regards to your father." He said gruffly to me and stalked back to his cruiser. Thankful I had avoided a ticket I pulled into the almost hidden drive and drove at a sedate pace back to the mansion.

Time had not eroded the exterior of the mansion. It was as white as it had been when we left it, the glass shone brightly even under the cover of a blanket of clouds. Parking the Volvo beside the rental car Carlisle had picked up at the airport until their own cars had arrived I got out and took my first proper breath of Forks air. This was going to be interesting.

BPOV

Monday morning came too fast if you asked me. The weekends were getting shorter and shorter as I got older. Alice had pulled me kicking and screaming to Port Angeles to do a little shopping. I don't know why she even bothered sometimes. Port Angeles never held anything of interest to her; I was always surly and pouty because she would try to get me into skirts and heels, then when we returned she would throw herself into Jaspers arms like they had been apart for weeks and not hours.

I was perfectly content to wear jeans, t-shirts and the same old battered converse that I always had since I was allowed to dress myself. Alice seemed to be on a mission to convert me. The reasoning behind which I had no comprehension of. Occasionally she convinced Rosalie to come with us, but she would only ever concede if she had to go for something anyway. Alice adored Rosalie, and it was mutual. Further proof that Alice was something otherworldly.

Charlie had been fishing for most of the weekend with Billy, spending Saturday night on the Reservation. When he came back I had cooked up the fish he caught and we sat in companionable silence, only the sound of cutlery hitting the plates breaking the silence until he had burst forth with an inexplicable question.

"What do you think of the boys in town Bella?" Shocked must have been written across my face because a wry chuckle escaped from between his lips.

"Um...they are boys...I'm not...I mean....I don't....why?" I stuttered out.

"You are seventeen years old now Bella and I don't doubt that you are curious." He seemed to be as mortified as I was, though I was sure my face was a thousand times redder.

"Cha...um...Dad...I'm not interested in any of the boys in town...you don't need to worry about me." He nodded a little at that.

"I'm not worried, Bells, it's just that most girls your age are dating."

"I'm not going to date someone just for something to do on a Saturday night. I have friends, I'm not deficient in some way Dad." I was at a loss as to what he was getting at.

"I know you are not deficient!" He laughed. "I was just worried I was rubbing off on you too much, that maybe you take too much after me, and not...your mother."

Taking the dishes over to the sink I began to wash them and tried to put his mind at ease. This was a difficult task when I had no idea why this conversation was happening. "Please, Dad, I'm good. I'm fine and happy. Honest." I turned and smiled at him.

"OK." He replied and patted my shoulder as I washed the dishes. Hurrying up to my room when I was finished, a frown refusing to leave my face.

This was possibly the reason I was running late on Monday morning, having spent most of the night fighting sleep as I tried to finish my homework as well as thinking over why Charlie might see the need to worry about me. And, of course, waking up panting and aroused throughout the night doesn't help with the getting up on time either. Again I awoke without hearing his name escape my lips, but knowing that he growled with lust when I gently licked at his earlobe. Of course it didn't matter that I knew this, it just happens to be the kind of detail Alice loved hearing about.

Throwing my bag over my shoulder I ran out of the house, cursing the fact that I would be late and remembering that I still had to pick up Alice. Great start to what I'm sure would be a great day, I said to myself sarcastically as I backed the truck out of the drive and headed to get Alice.

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