Fire and Ice
A/N: This too came to me in a dream and as Twilight is based on Stephanie's dream, I just had to write mine down.
The mandatory disclaimer: I own nothing Stephanie Meyers is a goddess; I am just taking her characters out for a spin. Also in future chapters this will include lemony goodness and gratuitous use of the word cock. Be forewarned.
Chapter Two
JPOV
Once Bell's breathing had evened and slowed, I knew I could relax. I could just savor the stolen moments of my beautiful Bella snuggled warm in my arms, her soft skin resting against my frame. Her curves molding into my body. I held her tight as if the strength of my grasp on her would prevent the sun rising and this moment ending. Her dark brown locks pooled around my face and I inhaled the sweet strawberry vanilla aroma and I felt at home. Her hair smelled amazing before I gained my wolf senses. But now I could pick up not only her shampoo's fragrance but her body's own warm inviting scent with an occasional pheromone designed to draw me in. I felt a stirring below my waist further acknowledging her scent and its power over me.
I stopped singing the lullaby my mom sang to me years ago, before my voice cracked with newfound want. At times like this I blessed and cursed my wolf senses. The animal in me wanted nothing more than to rip her remaining clothes off. Then turn her over on all fours, lick her essence and then plunge into her again and again as I cupped those perfectly round breasts, claiming her from behind as my own with wild abandon, hearing her moan my name in sheer pleasure. As I got lost in my wolfish fantasy the stirring intensified and I felt myself harden further against her hip. Oh, what sweet torture, this is.
"Please!" the leech hissed quietly through clenched teeth, "Do you think you could at least attempt to control your thoughts?"
"No one said you had to listen," I blushed. "Stay out of my head if you don't like it." I knew I was seriously busted.
"I wish I could. But you have no idea just how loud your little fantasies are. You are practically shouting them at me," he continued to glare.
"I'll, umm, try to keep it down." I slunk into the sleeping bag further, hoping that he hadn't caught my double meaning. My admonishment had caused Bella to stir in her sleep. She reached further towards her leech and murmured, "Edward."
That was certainly enough to calm things down for me and bring all musing to a screeching halt.
He reached over and caressed her cheek. She again stirred and snuggled closer yet to him. I had to unzip the sleeping bag a bit to allow for her movements. "Clearly she's in love with you." I looked down at the girl I loved resting half in my arms and half in the arms of another. "But she's in love with me too," I paused and whispered, "She just doesn't know it yet."
She sighed again but made no movement this time. Edward looked at me intently, "I can't tell if you're right."
"Does that bother you? Do you wish you could see what she was thinking too?"
"Yes . . . and no. She likes it better this way and though it drives me insane sometimes. I'd rather she was happy."
The wind roared again and the tent shuddered. Bella loosened the grip on Edward's arm and turned back to me.
"Jacob" she murmured and nestled back into my arms with a smile. I tightened my grip on her as well.
"It's defiantly times like this that drive me insane."
I could only sheepishly grin and nod in understanding.
"But when she dreams, she talks in her sleep and it offers me a window into her mind. But just small pieces of the large puzzle for me to put together."
"She talks in her sleep a lot?" I wondered. I was getting a small glimpse of a Bella I badly wanted to know, but couldn't hope to get. And I thought for a moment more. Wait, you've seen her sleep before? My grip around Bella tightened further. I wanted to protect my angel from the clutches of this demon, hovering over her at her most vulnerable. How dare he? Does Bella know? If she does, does this mean that they have . . .? My mind started racing and I felt my body start to quiver in anger.
"Down there Wolf boy. Yes I have seen her sleep before. Yes she knows. She often falls asleep in my arms, we talk about everything until she drifts off . . . It brings me some of the only peace in my existence. And I live for those moments," he stroked her cheek longingly again, smoothing the hair away from her eyes.
"She talks a lot in her sleep. Often my name or her mother's when she was worried about her. Alice's too when she threatens Bella with shopping trips or makeovers."
Almost as if on cue I heard "Mmmmm, Jacob stay," escape from her lips. She turned and nuzzled into my neck and the sleeping bag slid from her shoulder.
"Your name has also been mentioned on more than one occasion as well," he said in annoyance.
Wow. Bella dreams of me. I'm right, I know I'm right. She is in love with me too. She just won't let herself know or admit it.
"And all I want is for her to be happy. I don't want her to turn into a monster like me. I want Bell to stay warm flesh and blood and to age. But she insists that the change will make her happy. If I don't' turn her, she'll go to Carlisle or Alice and they will. So what choice do I have?"
"But she's choosing . . ." I was trying to protest.
Bella turned again, this time toward Edward and nuzzled his neck. "Edward . . . more. . ." She was also running her hand up and down his chest and her breathing quickened. As she stroked his chest she wiggled her hips. Right against my groin. Fuck. Bella Swan was grinding her ass against my body, against my hardening cock. Much more of this and I would let my wolf's desire give in. I closed my eyes and groaned in her ear from the waves of pleasure she sent shooting up and down my now throbbing member. I quickly realized where I was, and my eyes shot back open. I looked back down and saw her pale delicate hand creeping lower and lower on Edward's body. His eyes were now closed and his face scrunched in concentration as the hand caressed his hardening.
"Mmmm, time to switch, boys," she purred in her sleep. And she again rolled over, nestling into my chest and pressing her body against his. I was in a state of shock and extreme arousal.
"Umm, Edward?" I asked breathlessly "Does she do this in her sleep often?" And her hand snaked down my chest and reached for straining cock.
"Umm, no, but I wish she did." Edward struggled as she ground into his pelvis. "She's had wet dreams before, but . . .Uhng, God, Bella," he placed his hand on her hip to guide her thrusting and grinding. "But never this active." His breath was as hitched and uneven as my own.
She continued to stroke at my cock and make circles around the head through my sweatpants. Damn, how I wished I had ignored her and stripped down fully. I would be feeling her silken soft hand unencumbered on my shaft and her thumb across my glans. My cock bobbed and oozed pre-cum at the thought.
"Mmm, Bells." I groaned approaching the point of no return. Her breathing quickened and she began to flush that beautiful blush that she wears so often. First in her cheeks, then it spreads to the rest of her alabaster face and down her neck, and she continued to flush down her chest and under the camisole that she still wore. She became more restless and turned on her back. She stopped stroking and grinding. My body ached for her touch again, but she did something sexier then I could ever hope for. She ran her hands across her breasts and her nipples stood out like daggers trying to cut through the almost see through material of her top. I could barely resist palming those luscious mounds and suckling a nipple.
I shot a quick look over to Edward and saw that he too was tempted almost beyond his limits. His lids were heavy with lust and his breath quickened. She continued to run her hands across her breasts and moaned, "Ohh Edward." Her legs rubbed against mine and his. "Mmm, Jacob, don't stop! Ohh God yes!"
My nostrils were assaulted by the most wonderful sweet musky smell I could imagine, as a large wet spot spread across her panties. The dampness caused the white silk to become translucent and I could see the cleft of her folds. It was too much for me. To smell her arousal and release, I was sent careening into the abyss and I came hard, growling and stealing a caress of her silken bare arm glistening with her sweat.
I noticed a groan at about the same time as my release and saw that she had sent Edward over the edge as well. He lay panting on his back, basking in the beauty of our post orgasmic Bella.
We all lay with labored breathing on the floor of our tent, the smell of arousal heavy in the air.
"I think I could read her mind that time." I huskily chuckled.
"No, now that was a fantasy that was shouting." Edward laughed and I couldn't help but join him.
Our nearly breathless laughing must have been a little louder than we had realized for just then Bella's beautiful chocolate brown eyes snapped open, blinked once and she flushed again, this time with embarrassment.