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Confessions

EPOV

She owned me.

Everything I had would be willingly signed straight over to her if she would let me do that for the rest of my life. None of the other girls had felt so right, so tight, so mine. With every thrust I was chanting mine. She was mine and I was hers.

I was terrified I was hurting her but she was willing me on, encouraging me to go deeper, to go faster. I'd felt like I was having a heart attack my heart was pounding so erratically. I think I forgot to breathe at one point.

And now her head rests on my chest, a smile on her sleeping face, her hand on my stomach stroking across the bruises. She had seen me in my weakest moment and given me the strength to make her mine.

Once again she just looks too peaceful to wake up. Noises grumbled from my stomach in protest at the emptiness. Trying desperately to not disturb her I managed to roll straight off the bed. My head shot up past the mattress to make sure she hadn't heard the loud thump my body had made on the floor. Fucking hell. I hadn't realised I was that close to the edge.

Tiptoeing out the room I grabbed some clothes as I went, pulling them on in the hallway. Thank god Emmett isn't home yet. With my luck he would choose that moment to be coming out his room. I don't think being confronted by his naked brother is a favourite nocturnal activity of his.

The entire house was in darkness as I padded down the stairs and through to the kitchen not bothering to turn on any lights. I knew this house so well I would be able to walk through it blindfolded and never stumble. Even when we had been in other cities and different countries I yearned to be back in this house. If we could have transported the entire thing to Chicago and stayed there I would have been as close to happy as I am able to get.

But you wouldn't have Bella.

If I she had come with the house then I definitely would have felt the tightness of happiness in my chest. I had grown up in Chicago, it's where Carlisle and Esme found me. It was home to me. Now I was beginning to think that home would be where ever Bella was.

Home is where the heart is.

Jesus.

I'm turning into a platitude thinking moron.

Rifling through the freezer I found some food and threw it into the microwave. Why would Esme have ever bought Hot Pockets? Maybe Carlisle gets some junk food cravings after too long on his healthy diet. I stood by the window watching the dark clouds move across the dark blue sky, there was a line of gold and pink on the horizon that had me transfixed. I caught the sound of Emmett's return before the microwave beeped at me. The sound of his jeep was unmistakable against the backdrop of the calm whispered nature that usually stood as background noise.

It was only his footsteps I heard walk into the house which was a surprise, I had assumed Rosalie would be with him. Clicks echoed through to where I stood as he flicked lights on. He hadn't been to this house before the return of the family only a little over two weeks ago.

Two weeks.

It felt like we had been back for months. We had never been as settled in two weeks as we had been here. Normally we had flings, conquests and quick fucks. Never before had we had girlfriends.

If that was what Bella was?

We hadn't had that conversation, but I knew she was more than anything that had happened in my past. Part of me was itching to find out how I had been dreaming about her for the past few months. It was like she had been calling me home. Jasper's admission that she had been having similar dreams for a similar amount of time had been niggling away at me. Could she have been dreaming about me?

Emmett's footsteps reached the kitchen door and before he could flick on the light I mumbled a greeting.

"HolyJesusfuckingshit Edward!" I turned just in time to see him jump back a step in fright.

"Sorry." I chuckled.

"I almost had a heart attack you tool. Have you been here waiting for me long?"

"I haven't been lurking about for your arrival Em'." He sniffed the air following the smell of food to the microwave. "Don't. That's mine."

"Too late." He bit down with a smug smile on his face before it turned into a look of pain. "That's hotter than the sun!"

"Karma's a bitch."

"So are you."

Emmett sat with ice in his mouth throwing me a narrow eyed look like it was my fault he stole my food and burned his tongue on it. Maybe I'm a bad person but I was sniggering most of the time, especially when he tried to mumble something at me.

"Have a good time in Seattle?"

"Mmymmsss."

"Sorry, didn't catch that." Guffaw.

I was still at the window, looking out through the trees. Occasionally something would catch my eye and I was becoming more and more convinced that I could see someone moving through the trees. Frowning I strained to see further through the dark, thankful that Emmett had neglected to put the light on in here.

"Emmett, come here." He didn't ask why, he just walked to my side like it was something he was going to do anyway. "Can you see someone out there?" He placed his forehead on the glass and strained to look out, his gaze sweeping from side to side with a frown on his face.

"I can see something, but I don't think it's someone."

"Are you sure?"

"Fairly certain Edward. Are you ok?"

"Yeah." Shrugging the uncomfortable feeling off I stepped back from the window.

"All the sex is depriving your brain of much needed blood."

"That explains your continued problems at school then."

"Love really makes you witty."

"Love?" Raising an eyebrow I turned to look at him.

"Deny it all you want Edward, but what you are feeling right now is love. Pure, unadulterated, lusty love."

What does he know? The most meaningful relationship Emmett has ever had is with his hand. Suddenly now he is the expert because a hot blonde has let him into her pants?

Who am I fucking kidding?

"I know." Sighing I sank down onto a chair, running my fingers through my hair.

"Me too." He grinned at me conspiratorially.

Seeing Emmett settle into life in Forks gave me a vague feeling of envy mixed with happiness. He had always slotted right in where ever we ended up, but Forks was my town. Even having Jasper here I still felt awkward and my defences were up. Emmett had no one but he immediately made Jasper his friend and by association Alice, Rosalie and Bella. He never carries around the bullshit I do, he is so open and carefree that it leaves me in awe. The ease with which he made friends with Bella drove me a little crazy with jealousy. Watching them talk and laugh at lunch made me want to snap pieces of table off with my bare hands.

But she is mine now.

Sleeping naked in my bed.

I can still smell her on me.

Suddenly I heard a thud from outside. We were both at the window in seconds, our eyes scanning through the darkness. With a frown I stalked through to the living room and wrenched the door open. Nothing moved through the darkness. Emmett stepped from behind me, walked slowly down the steps and watched.

"I'm gonna put the cars in the garage." He told me, dangling his keys and mine from his hand. "You stay here."

What the fuck was that noise? I was getting paranoid. Maybe Carlisle and Esme were right to be so worried about security. Was it Newton fucking about and out for revenge? I'm taking no chances with Bella in the house. Her truck was still parked outside the house. Where are her keys? They were sitting on the table in the living room, with another glance around I jogged back in to get them.

If it was Newton and he saw Bella's car here it was going to get back to her father some way or another. That guy already didn't have the highest opinion of me and I didn't want him to have yet another reason to forbid Bella from seeing me.

"Get Bella's truck in the garage as well Em'." Throwing him the keys I leaned back against the door frame. Something had me on edge tonight and fucked if I knew what it is. My fingers were poised on the security key pad when Emmett strolled back in the house, ready to key in the code and secure us for the night.

"Shit Edward, the back of my neck is tingling. You've got me fucking paranoid now." His thick fist connected with my upper arm and I winced as pain then numbness flooded down it.

"Fucking ow!"

"Pussy."

BPOV

Shutters sliding shut woke me from my pretty damn peaceful sleep. The sound wasn't loud. It wasn't like the sound of a shop locking up for night. They were smooth in the runners but it was inevitable that the thunk when they hit the bottom was going to make a noise. Emmett must have arrived home. Unless there was a way to disable it from the outside too. I was scared to ask in case I became privy to more privileged information about escape routes and secret helicopters and the fricking Bat Cave in the basement.

The amount of security in this house was freaking me out. I had been looking out of a window earlier and I noticed the glass was almost two inches thick. Who has two inch thick glass? I could rationalise it as it's insulation against the cold. That Forks was renowned for being wet and cold and icy. That we should all take responsibility for our use of finite resources and the less heat that escapes a house the better in the long run for the world.

But damn, the Cullen's must be seriously paranoid.

Not that I'm not intrigued by the escape tunnel.

Edward was once again not in the bed when I woke up. I'm going to have to break that annoying habit. There was none of his warmth left either. Yanking on my jeans and t-shirt I resolved to go and find him once again only to find myself tripping over his discarded trainers. My foot kicked them across the room in annoyance before I limped out to the hallway. I could hear Emmett and Edward as I descended the stairs, their deep voices echoing through the silent house.

Emmett called Edward a pussy as my foot settled on the last step. They were in the kitchen.

"Keep it down. Bella's sleeping."

"Busy night?"

"It's not all about sex Emmett." Good boy Edward. I would have died on the spot if he hadn't stopped that conversation. "We spent most of the night talking. You know, that other thing you do with your mouth." I heard Edwards little chuckle and it made me smirk.

"Talking? Tell her about your dreams?" There was a silence and I sat down on the stairs.

Dreams?

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's not exactly an easy thing to slip into conversation."

"Do you not think that she should maybe know that you were dreaming about her three months before you met her?"

What the deuce?

When Alice had told me of her suspicions that Edward was dreaming about me I had thought she meant since we had met. Never once did I think that he could have been having the same dreams. How could we both have been dreaming about each other before we met? It was enough of a brain melter when I thought it was just me.

"Jasper said that she dreams too, in the same kind of way, but I think maybe Alice put him up to it. Remember the day of the accident? I think she overheard your little joke in the car and sent Jasper to stir things up."

Jasper?

Alice?

Sneaky little bitches the both of them.

"Besides, I can't even tell her that I made her a snow heart outside her window on Friday."

"A snow heart? Jesus. You aren't the same as Chicago, Edward."

He did the snow heart? Thank god. He is the only person in the world who I wanted to have done that.

"Guess that's what Forks does to a person."

"I don't think Forks has done this to you. I think you're finally letting someone in. You're changing. And it's for the better."

I couldn't sit and listen to any more. It was a complete invasion of a private conversation, even if it did answer some questions and create whole new ones. I snuck back to the top of the stairs and thumped my way down them. Making sure my feet landed squarely on each step. Edward met me at the bottom, a frown tempered with a smile on his perfect face.

"How can one person make so much noise?" Was his opening statement.

"Hell, Bells, I make less noise coming down those stairs." Emmett greeted me from the kitchen as Edward kissed me softly.

"Sorry to interrupt you two, but the shutters woke me up. Rose not back with you?"

"Unlike you, who have an incredibly trusting father, Rosie has a curfew and angry parents standing on the porch waiting for her. Even if we were only an hour late." He winced at the memory.

"Cockblocked by parentals? Gutting." Snickered Edward with absolutely no sympathy.

"Funny Eddie. Let's see how you fair when Bella introduces you to Daddy Dearest." Emmett snickered back at my aghast look.

I hadn't even thought about the big introduction. Charlie had Edward cornered and was about to go nuclear on his ass the last time they were even in the same room. Oh god. Edward still had the ticket that Charlie issued in his room. How long does he get to pay that? Flicking my gaze to Edward he was deep in thought like me, horror and acceptance alternating at break neck speed in his eyes.

Thinking about it rationally I reasoned that Charlie had no reason to actually dislike Edward. He had actually saved my life, prevented me falling over many times and treated me with complete respect. He had kicked Newton's ass for me too, though Charlie could never find out about that one.

My brain hurt thinking about it too much. There was enough new information to evaluate without thinking about a day that is a long way in the future if I have anything to do with it. I wanted desperately to know so much more about Edward. When he talked of his parents there was such love and respect in his voice, such raw emotion when he talked of his mother that it made me ache with his emptiness. Something awful had happened to them and I wanted to know what.

Then there were the dreams.

That's a whole different issue making me intrigued. Everything he does and says pulls me into his life and world that little bit further. A week ago I would have been pushing back kicking and screaming. Now I was pulling myself closer to him, it was beginning to feel like I had only just started to live. Everything had that shiny new car smell. Even school on Monday was going to be an adventure with him by my side.

Edward and Emmett finally tired of bantering back and forth a short while later. They made me smile when they were together. The brotherly bond between them was evident from the way they ribbed each other affectionately. I suddenly realised that I had no idea what Emmett's story is. How did he come to be adopted by the Cullen's? There is no undercurrent of hopelessness like there is with Edward from him, he has accepted his life, moved on and is happy. It's admirable.

"Hey." Edward whispered into my ear, jolting me from my thoughts. Emmett was quickly forgotten as his mouth pressed a kiss onto my temple and I leaned into it with a contented sigh.

"We need to talk." I mumbled at him, trying to sound firm but failing as my breath hitched when his fingers danced across my shoulders before massaging my shoulders.

"Do we?" His voice was shaky. His face was hidden behind me but I knew I would find apprehension in it. Little did he know that I wasn't going to push him about his past any further tonight, except when it came to the little matter of his dreaming about me.

"Edward, please." Placing my hand on top of his I pulled him around to face me. "There is something I have to tell you."

"What?" His forehead creased with his frown, his eyes never leaving my own.

"This might sound a little strange, but you should know."

"What?" Frustration was clear in his eyes now as I stumbled to find the right words. It isn't east to start a conversation about this.

"For a few months now, I've been having these dreams. About a man. I didn't know who it was until recently." Realisation dawned deep in his eyes as I continued. "When you saved me...from the van. That's when I knew. I knew it was you." His fingers lifted to my face and traced the outline of my lips without looking away from my mouth.

"Your lips have haunted me from Chicago." Fingers travelled to the freckle below my eye and caressed my cheek bone. "I fell in love with the freckle below your eye." With a slow fluid grace he knelt before me, pushing between my legs before burying his face into my neck. "Your smell lingers in my nose every day when I wake up."

I was barely breathing. Here it was. We were finally admitting to each other what Jasper and Alice apparently already knew. My breathing was sporadic as his head rested at my neck, our arms around each other, his fingers rested at the small of my back, his thumbs softly stroking the sensitive skin.

"How long?" I whispered.

"Three months, give or take a week or so." He replied, suddenly his mouth opened to kiss my neck sending shivers down my body as his tongue gently flicked across the skin. "Your taste." He groaned. "Your taste was always on my tongue."

"Edward." Cradling his head in my hands I pulled his gaze up to my own. "How can this happen?"

"I'm sure Alice has theories." Amusement flashed across his eyes. "I hope she has theories, because I can't explain this."

"When did you know?"

"The first day in Biology. It was your smell, the strawberries from your hair. I thought I was going insane. I thought you had been sent from hell to taunt me."

"That explains a lot." I laughed.

"I was a dick."

"You were a dick." I agreed, never looking away from his eyes.

"I'm so sorry."

"I'll make sure you pay for it." Joking I dropped a kiss onto his lips, savouring the feel of them against my own.

"Bella, I would spend the rest of my life making it up to you." He stopped; I could see his compulsion to say something else to me, to reveal another part of his soul to me. "Are you hungry?"

"Are you going to make me eggs?"

"Maybe."

"I'll pass." Giggling I pounced away from him to the fridge before he had the chance to let loose another version of the growl he should patent. Tonight's sexy noise will be the fabled disappointed growl. I wasn't away from him for long before his arms wrapped snugly across my waist from behind, pulling me tight into him.

"If you keep doing that we'll never eat again." I gasped, feeling his hardness push against my ass.

"Would that be so bad?"

"Only if we don't want to die." Finally I pulled away from him both eager to continue down that particular path and fearful that my stomach had actually started to eat itself in protest.

Twenty minutes later we were sat eating toast in complete silence. Each of us staring blatantly at the other when we thought they weren't looking. Edward's hair still stood up at every angle from when my fingers had been running and tugging through it. Sometimes I wished I could read his mind. It would make things much simpler. I could peer into his memories and thoughts and know exactly how he felt.

So far neither of us had asked any questions about the others dreams. Even though I so desperately had wanted to, but the moment he had told me he fell in love with the silly freckle that lives under my eye my head had become a black hole. Every thought had disappeared leaving me with only the happiness that felt like an ever constricting band across my lungs.

"Bella?" His voice was like a caress across my cheek. How does he do that?

"Edward?" I smiled across the table at him whilst biting into my toast.

"Do you think we have the same dreams?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think that we won't dream anymore, now that we are together?"

"Are we together?" A frown immediately creased his forehead. I hate it when he frowns.

"What do you call the last two nights?"

"I wasn't sure how you felt." I admitted.

"I think it's safe to say that we are together." Blush spread across my cheeks, a sudden shyness sweeping over me making me unable to meet his eyes.

"I thought that maybe I liked you more than you liked me." I don't know why I said it. I hadn't even thought it until that moment. This admission that we were together had thrown me for a loop. All the feelings I had been keeping pinned aside since realising it was Edward I was dreaming about were suddenly frolicking like bunnies on Red Bull and they were making me unsure about myself, about how he feels, about how I feel.

His movements were so full of stealth and grace, like that of a wild cat, when he moved across to me and dropped to his knees in front of me for the second time. Hands gripped my waist, eyes peered deeply into my own framed by the frown I hated. The back of my head grazed across his jaw before leading my fingers to his hair, their favourite place to be.

"Don't ever think that." He breathed into my ear. "I love you Bella Swan."

A/N: Hello you lovely people who have me on alert and other such technical stuff....Read, Enjoy and Review people. I'm a Review whore at the moment....it's like crack! (I'm guessing)

Apologies for how long it took to get this posted....have had a hectic week as usual...Am going to have more time over the next two weeks so I'll be updating as much as possible.