In The Night

"What's the saying about having your cake and eating it, too? I never got that shit. I mean, if it's my cake, why can't I eat it?"

— Isabella M. Swan

Bella

The clock reads 2:15 a.m.

I awake to find that it's very warm and I'm sweating like crazy. The duvet has been pulled back and my pajamas are damp and sticking to me. I probably kicked it off some time during the night. Mama Beth must have turned up the heat up too high again. The moonlight shone through the windows but, because of the tall trees, it was not enough for me to see the pile of clothes I left on the floor. Reaching down, I feel through the pile for a shirt to put on when I feel something brush up against my leg.

Startled, I look over my shoulder to see Edward asleep on his side facing me, his left arm stretched out and touching my leg. I'd momentarily forgot that we slept together in his bed. The quilt is pulled back to his waist. The light from the moon gives me a glimpse of him. He must have gotten hot, too; his shirt has been removed from his body.

He was gorgeous in every way a man could possibly be.

Edward looks peaceful in his slumber. The duvet covers the bottom half of his body. Beads of sweat cover Edward's face and loose strands of hair are matted on his forehead. His chest glistens in the moonlight and his right arm rests on his stomach. My body stirs, as it always does when I'm near him. A sudden impulse comes over me to wipe the sweat from his half naked form.

I grab whatever article of dry clothing I feel on the floor and scoot closer to Edward, careful not to wake him. When he doesn't budge, I wipe the moistened hair from his face with the back my hand before I take the piece of clothing and lightly dab the sweat from his face. Edward's eyes move under heavy lids as I run the material over them but they don't open. Crossing his cheek, I move the fabric over the spot between his nose and his lips. His nose twitches at the feel of the material on the tip of it. He takes a deep breath through his nostrils and my hand pauses. As he exhales, the warm air from his nostrils tickle my fingers. He still doesn't wake.

Using his silence as motivation, I stroke the stubble on his cheek and chin. It scratches the inside of my hand. Trailing back up to his pouty lips, my index finger traces the patterns of them. The soft, cool lips buzz my finger like a stimulating current.

Incredible.

If I press my lips to his, will the reaction still be the same?

There's only one was to find out.

I scoot down, lying next to him with my head on his outstretched arm until we're face to face. Very slowly, I move my face close to his. Even in his sleep, he still gives off a remarkable energy. I press my lips to his very lightly and a buzz vibrates my lips. I gasp and pull back.

Holy crap!

I don't recall it being like that before. Then again, I was stunned when Edward kissed the first time me so I probably hadn't paid any attention to it. All I knew then was that it felt fantastic and I didn't want him to stop.

I close my eyes and press my lips to his again and my lips vibrate once again.

Amazing!

I smile at the sensation and I press my lips to his once more, losing myself in the moment.

Only this time, Edward's lips press back.

My eyes pop open and I move back in fear that I may have awakened him. I notice that his brows furrow when I pull away but his eyes are still closed.

"Bella." His voice speaks as clear as day.

Uh-oh. He's awake. He's going to flip out.

Then his outstretched arm pulls me closer into him until I'm molded into his sweaty chest. My heartbeat picks up the pace. Edward's lips search my face until they find my lips and he presses his to mine.

Is he awake or asleep?

I watch as he frowns when I don't react to him and he kisses my lips for a second time.

Um, I think he wants you to kiss him back.

I press my lips to his and the frown dissipates.

Oh.

Edward's hand moves from his stomach and runs up my forearm to my shoulder and then back down again until it finds my hand. His fingers lace into mine and he picks it up to place on his side before wrapping his arm around me.

By this time, I'm not so sure if he's asleep anymore. He can't be if he's kissing me and touching me, right?

I have no idea.

Connie, what do you mean you have no idea?

I mean I have no clue.

What the hell does that mean?

How can I say this to you in a way your ass can comprehend? I can't tell. I don't know. I can't fucking distinguish if he is coherent or not.

Thanks a lot.

Does it matter?

Not really.

Then keep kissing him.

I put my arm around Edward and we continue petting. His kisses become more insistent and he thrusts his tongue in my mouth.

Um, Connie?

Stop talking to me and kiss the man, will ya?

I counter Edward's movement and put my tongue in his mouth. His hand moves from my waist up to my breast, cupping it. My nipple hardens under his touch and I feel myself getting wet down there. He moans into my mouth.

Then a loud crunch goes off in my head.

Are you……eating?

Yeah. It's Doritos, the zesty nacho kind. We ran out of popcorn.

I cannot believe this.

Me neither. You and Edward are kissing again!

That is not what I'm talking about and you know it. Get out of here!

You're no fun. [thirty seconds later] BEEP!

What the hell was that?

A cam recorder. You're going to want to store this in your memory for later.

Whatever. Go, now!

I'm going, going……

Edward continues to grope my breast as I run my fingers up and down his back. Then his hand travels down to lift up my shirt.

"You're wet," he mumbles very low. "Take this off."

"Edward?" I call his name but he doesn't respond. His eyes are still closed and he suddenly stops moving.

Huh?

[throat clears]

What are you still doing here? I thought I told you to leave.

I know but due to technicalities with the video camera, I was watching a bit and I think I have the answer.

Okay?

He's dreaming about you.

He is?

Yep. Lover boy doesn't know that you two are actually messing around. He thinks that this is all a dream. That's why he hasn't opened his eyes yet.

You are not serious.

Yes I am. Look at the way his eyeballs keep flickering under his eyelids. His ass is in Horny Land right now.

Sure enough, I look at Edward and that's exactly what his eyes are doing.

Shit. What do I do now?

Take your shirt off.

I don't think that's right to mess with Edward in his sleep.

What's the difference? He thinks it's happening anyway so just go with the flow.

But what if he wakes up?

Play dead.

Like a dog?

Yeah. Just pretend to be sleeping. He'll never know.

I don't think—

What is there to think about? See, that's your problem. You think too much and because of that, you have this poor lady typing all this unnecessary shit when the audience wants to get to the action. People are watching and you're wasting their time babbling about nothing. Shut up and get on with it.

What do you mean people are watching?

What people?

You said—

Never mind what I said. I'm not real and you're not having this conversation.

Connie........Connie….

Camera's rolling. Over and out…..crazy bitch….

I heard that!

I remove my damp cami and throw it on the floor. Grabbing the fabric I used to wipe Edward's face, I wipe the moisture from my breast and stomach and use it to also wipe down Edward's arm and chest. I feel two new ripples added on to the already six-pack. I let my fingers play the new piano keys for a while before making my way up to the cymbals on his pecks.

Running my fingers across the sensitive nipple, I look to his face for a response but Edward doesn't move an inch. His breathing is still slow. I take the hardened nipple in between my index finger and thumb to pinch it. It hardens. Edward still doesn't react.

You should—

I got this. You don't exist, remember?

I take Edward's nipple into my mouth, running my tongue across it several times. Edward hisses.

"Fuck," he moans.

His right hand travels down to my ass and his left hand reaches up to palm my bare breast. My body shivers.

"Still wet," he murmurs.

Then his right hand snatches my shorts down to my knees.

Well I'll be damn. He really is in Horny Land. I wonder how far I can take this.

I kiss my way up to his lips where his mouth is ready and waiting. Edward shifts onto his back and pulls me on top of him. Both his hands reach down to pull my shorts to my feet. I kick them off. His hands travel up my legs to my ass where he grasps it very roughly. I moan into his mouth.

"Bella….my Bella…."

Edward's hand then inches toward my vagina, where he finds my wet folds. His brows furrow again and he looks disturbed.

"Hair," Edward states. "I don't like hair. Always smooth. Get rid of it."

His head turns away from me and his arms fall to his sides. He's off in dream world again.

Did he just tell me he wants me to shave?

He said smooth. I think he wants you to wax it.

Great. I've disgusted him. So he did run from me that day. That jail thing was just an excuse! I saw how he looked at me in the bathroom. He didn't like the hair on my snatch! I'll have to call Rose or Alice and ask them about waxing before Edward goes back to Seattle.

Edward still has the duvet covering his lower half so I climb off of him to pull it away. Edward's cock is fighting the waistband of his pajama pants. I pull the drawstring on his pants and yank them down halfway. His cock springs straight out and looks larger than the last time I saw it.

How did I ever compare Jacob to Edward? Edward is much bigger!

I put my hand around his dick and stroke it once. Pre-cum leaks out the tip of the head. Last time I was curious about what it taste like but was too scared to ask if I could. I now kiss the soft texture. It's very warm. Then I run the head of Edward's dick around my lips, covering them in pre cum. I use my tongue to lick it off.

The taste is unique, definitely not like I imagined it to be. It doesn't taste good but it's nothing I can't handle. Still, I don't want to swallow it so I take the piece of clothing, spit it out and wipe the rest of it off the tip of his penis.

Tossing the material to the side, I lie my head on Edward's chest facing his dick and…well….play with it.

I never played with Jacob's penis because I was too busy using him for practice until Edward came back. Plus his penis just looked too weird with the extra skin.

Edward's penis looks manly and pretty. It has a big head that kind of reminds me of a mushroom. It's about eight inches in length—I measured it in finger inches so that's not an accurate measurement—and is thicker at the bottom than it is at the top. Also, his dick is heavy! Every time I try to hold it down to his stomach, the thing feels like it's pushing against my hand to retreat to its original position. When I let it go, it pops back up, standing tall like a soldier. The heat of him is astounding. Edward's dick feels like a little heater. The more I stroke him, the larger his penis appears.

I start to get sleepy again. Looking at the clock, I notice it is after three in the morning and I promised Mama Beth that I'd get up early to help her with the Thanksgiving dinner. Yet, I wanted to lie naked with Edward for a few minutes before I put some clothes on for bed. I lie across his chest and twirled the small chain he had around his neck through my fingers.

That's the last thing I remembered doing before I accidentally drifted off to sleep.

A/N This is an incomplete telling of what I thought happened between Edward and Bella. However, this is NOT the official chapter, as I had to go to work. Since this was incomplete when I submitted it, I will only use portions of what I've written here for a full chapter later on in the story. I took this as a joke since I did mention myself while writing. Laugh it off and wait for the real chapter, which shouldn't be too far from where I am now.