I don't own Twilight or it's lovely characters. SMeyer does.
This one took me a while for strange reasons.
And because I know just how much you all love EPOV, I ended it like that.
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BPOV
The only thing I remembered about the dream was that it scared me. Edward asked me again, seven mornings later, if I wanted to talk about it but I couldn't remember anything. He seemed really concerned. His brow was furrowed, sharply defining the crease in between his eyes. As the hours passed, it only became deeper, delving into the flawless perfection that was his face.
Okay, well, I did remember some things. Someone was dragging me away from someone else. Edward could've been in either of those spots for all I know. I was panicking, in desperate need for comfort from the, well, nightmare. As far as the whole picture was concerned, it was lost upon me. And if I'm being completely honest, I was a little bothered as well. My dreams have had a reputation of predicting future events. It happened when I was in 3rd grade. I dreamt of a green meadow, surrounded by evergreens, open to sunlight, and completely isolated from the tyranny of reality. Years later, it made its reappearance as Edward's meadow, the one in which we now share. It was a vivid dream, which made it so easy to recognize. The nightmare I had seven nights ago had been just as vivid, until I woke up.
I couldn't quite pinpoint what I saw flicker across his face when I looked at him from across the kitchen table. Was it worry? Fear? Guilt?
What the hell did I dream of? And why was he so concerned. It was just a stupid nightmare. It's not like he could've seen my dreams. This is not a story book.
"Edward, dear, what's wrong? Eat something, you're becoming two-dimensional." I urged him on with a wave of my fork toward his favorite breakfast I had just placed in front of him. Waffles and bacon. Still, the look he gave me was, in fact, guilt.
Without saying a word, he angled his head down, taking a big forkful of waffle into his mouth. I watched his jaw muscles contract and relax while he chewed. He was beautiful. The definition of his sharp facial features had me captivated as I held my coffee mug loosely, elbows resting on the table top. I sighed, rather loudly because his head shot up to meet my stare. I felt my face blush.
God, I was smiling like a little girl watching my husband eat breakfast. Pathetic!
But I couldn't help it. The man had complete control over my involuntary functions.
We just stared at each other. The only sound was the clock ticking away at the seconds. I was begging him to speak with the longing in my eyes. It's been almost an entire week of this timid stare he's been shooting me. And once again, his head turned downwards, hanging over his half-eaten breakfast.
"Edward!" I slammed my coffee mug down on the wooden table. I rarely got angry with him, but he needed to speak. His head shot up, a bit of confusion in his eyes.
"Bella?" I got up and walked around the table until I was next to him and folded my arms across my chest.
"Edward, speak. Now. What's wrong?" I felt my foot start to tap against the floor by force of habit, but stopped it because I know it drives Edward crazy.
I watched him. Silent. Staring out the window, deep in thought. I knew he was fetching the words to say, so I stayed quiet next to him.
"Bella, it's that dream you had. You were sleep-talking."
I sleep-talk? Dear God, this could be mortifying.
"So, what you finally got to hear me say how much I love those suspenders?" I joked, trying to lighten his mood and relax his muscles.
The corners of his lips turned up slightly, but lowered right back down as he continued to find his words. "You screamed by name," he said, emphasizing the words with a pause in between each one.
"Sweetheart, usually you're happy to hear me scream your name." I arched an eyebrow at him when he didn't answer.
He continued, finally. "And then you screamed 'Stop'." He looked away, the tension building in his muscles. I watched his hands ball up into fists on the table. Poor fork.
I screamed "Edward…Stop!"?
It made me think. The recollection of my dream, so far, had only been images. Two people around me, one was pulling me away, one was running after me. The ground changed from concrete to metal and the movement became smoother after that. There was no audio to my dream. I had no idea I spoke out loud while I slept, and it made me curious, too. Nevertheless, I had no doubt in my mind that it was all a big misunderstanding. I mean, it was a dream.
I reached to hold his face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs across his cheeks. "Edward, you're overanalyzing this." I moved my face closer, telling him with my movements to look at me. Nothing. So I continued. "It was just a dream and you probably misheard me."
When he turned to me, his eyes were laced with shame and he darted his hands up to my face. "I never want you to dream of me hurting you ever again. Do you understand?"
I nodded gratefully that he was actually speaking in full sentences.
"Because you know it would never happen. You know I put you above everything and everyone else, even myself."
I smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I know. And I do the same, Silly."
I released him and began washing the table off before Edward had to leave for work. Standing at the sink, I felt his body suddenly melt into my back, splaying his arms around my waist.
"Hey, beautiful," he said, leaning his chin on my shoulder and turning his head to face me. "See you when I'm home?" I was elated to see he finally broke out of his self-inflicted guilt trip.
I stopped washing for a minute to look at him. He was looking at me adoringly, with his lips curved up on both sides. When he smiled like this, his eyes smiled, too. And I couldn't help but love him a bit more. My heart swelled. I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on my tippie toes. This is always how we would say goodbye to each other. And it just had to be, because nothing could start my day off better than being embraced in Edward's arms.
"See you when you're home."
"Love you," he murmured into my hair, before pulling back and pressing his soft lips to mine. The electrical current ran through my veins as his tongue traced my lips and massaged my own tongue. He told me everything in his kisses; how much he loved me, how much he'd miss me, and how much he just couldn't wait to get the fuck back to me.
Well, the latter was mostly said by his lower regions. But I wasn't evil. I wouldn't let my husband drive to work harder than a rock. So I pulled back, and lowered my hands to his suspenders.
Sigh.
"Love you, too." I smiled.
**
I searched our bedroom for my iPod. I needed it for my morning run.
"Spender, where are you!" I knew talking to inanimate things was useless, but it made the search process bearable.
Edward insisted in naming my iPod Spencer. 'Why,' you ask? I don't know. He said it's the first thing that came to his mind. But whenever he wasn't around, I like to call it Spender, for my own personal, obvious, pathetic reasons.
I scrolled down the touch screen to the J's. As soon as Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin started playing, I let the piano melodies push my feet against the pavement.
My jog was a good one. I only stopped to walk twice in the 2 miles I ran. It's better than the gym and running on a treadmill. I get to see the sights, the trees, the cars, the people, the sky, and actually fresh air.
While waiting to cross the street, I kept my legs in a stationary movement. Then I heard a car's horn glare into my ears and I jumped back onto the curb just as the car's tires sped across the piece of road I just stood in. In that instant, I had a flashback of my dream, being dragged away. I quickly shook it off and continued. I couldn't be bothered by unnecessary stress.
I ran passed my friends' houses and a slew of memories would pile into my mind, making the run a little easier. Then I thought of Edward. My default thought.
And after two minutes of him in my head while running, I was ready for a shower. Damn tingles.
When I got back home, I kicked my sneakers off and put Spender in my night table drawer. I sat on the edge of the bed to regulate my breathing. I told myself I'd catch my breath and then grab a towel and shower. But I felt myself slowly drifting. My jog had really done me in. I fell to the mattress and closed my eyes.
EPOV
Work, as usual, was a drag. Just a slow countdown until I see my lady again. Mr. Cullen, which is what I have to address my father as at work, wants my brothers and me to act more professionally around the other workers.
Pshh.
Personally, I think we are far better workers than those other cubicle-ridden square-heads. So daddy should shut it. He knows damn well that when Emmett, Jasper, and I take over the business, it will be remarkably thriving, still. I honestly think he just enjoys bossing us around.
Although, I would never risk my new corner office by calling him Daddy around other workers. Emmett can dare me all he fucking wants. I wouldn't give up the view of the North Pacific for anything.
Except her, of course.
I shuffled into our bedroom and had to stifle a chuckle. There lay my Bella, fully clothed and fast asleep. Her hands were folded over each other on her belly, and I took a moment to watch the serene rise and fall as she breathed. Her knees were bent over the edge of the mattress. That can't be comfortable.
I walked over to her and placed my hand on top of hers. The other one gently pressed into the mattress next to her head, allowing me to lean down ever-so slowly and kiss her angelic face. She sighed and smiled, still asleep. I rubbed her hands and stared at her eye lids, her cheek bones, her nose, her lips. . .
I just had to. I pressed my lips to hers, a soft peck. Still, she showed no signs of waking. I sat there next to her and unbuttoned the first 2 buttons of my shirt. I couldn't fucking breathe. I kicked my shoes off and leaned back on elbows. God, I was so exhausted. I hate when Carlisle makes me his bitch.
With my head back and eyes closed, I felt tiny fingers loop around one of my suspenders, and grip it tightly. I quickly shot my head in her direction and laughed. Her eyes were still closed but she was smirking relentlessly, holding back a thunderous laugh. I followed her arm up to my chest, where her hand was clutched around the strap.
I chuckled. "Bella?"
She squeezed her lips together and it was one the funniest things I've ever seen. She exerted an impressive fake yawn, still smiling.
"Yes, honey?"
"You little sneak! Were you awake this whole time?"
"Ummm," she crunched her eyebrows as if she had to think hardly about her answer. "Maybe."
Oh, God I love her.
And before I could say anything else, her other hand came flying around to grab my other suspender and pulled me down completely on the mattress next to her.
"Take a nap with me," she pleaded as she snuggled her warm body against my chest, and I bowed down to her. I snaked my arms around her while her fingers still held on to my suspenders. She was so fucking cute. And warm. Her lips parted as she breathed and it was so quiet that I could hear our heartbeats syncing. Within minutes, I succumbed to the comfort of that moment.
**
Tonight was the second Thursday in May. In three more months, Bella and I will be married for a year. August 13th, to be exact. And for once, I was excited to attend the male Cullen meeting. We were discussing as a family, anniversary ideas. I wanted…no…needed to do something amazing for Bella because she deserved it. I had some ideas in mind. . .but as usual, was distracted. I also needed advice.
"Tell them all I say hi for me!" She was the cutest thing on two legs. And also the most destructive. To my composure, that is.
Our goodbyes were always long and drawn out. Kind of like how I am now, sitting in my car at a red light.
Her body leaning up against mine to reach my lips. Her soft belly rubbing against my pants over my cock. Her pouty lips sucking my bottom lip in. Her tongue. . .
I roughly grabbed my dick over my pants while waiting for the light to turn green. I needed that surge of pleasure. I felt myself, long and hard. My fingers stroked the length over my pants and I bit my bottom lip and moaned. It was a little louder than I expected, but no one could hear me, thankfully. My left hand was just about to crawl under the belt I heard a loud "honk".
"Fuck," I mumbled at the green light. I peeled away and raced towards the Carver Diner. I made it a point to try and arrive earlier this time. It would show Emmett and Jasper that I'm not always caught up in my 'goodbye sex', as they like to call it.
I was stopped at another red light. This was a long one. It had turning arrows and cars were coming from six different directions. Goodbye sex. I chuckled to myself. Oh, if they only knew.
I found my dick again, but this time my left hand managed to unzip my fly.
Bella's hands were so small as they encircled my cock. They didn't fit all the way around me. And when she stroked me. . .
I whipped myself out of my fly and stood fully erect and throbbing. I swallowed roughly.
She always licks right underneath the head before taking me in here mouth. . .Fuck.
I stroked myself with two hands and bit my lip so hard I thought I was going to bleed.
Her lips were soft and wet around me, moving up and down the shaft.
I squeezed my dick and the base, stroked up, and twisted at the tip. I felt some pre-cum escape.
She always licks my pre-cum with a suck and massages my balls before straddling me.
I tugged my dick again, sending a current of rapture up my shaft.
The way her breasts would perk up for my touch, my tongue mirrored the way my dick twitched for her tight heat. I would rub my head up and down her slit, soaking me with her wetness. Fuck, she was warm. . .
"Fuck. . ." I moaned as I massaged my thick, aching cock.
"Drive your car, asshole!" A man's voice shouted my behind me. It was filtered through the window, but I still heard him loud and clear. I floored it, and sped away. My dick was bobbing against the steering wheel. I was desperate for another red light. Three blocks later, it came. Sighing a heavy sigh, I made sure my foot was secure on the break pedal and leaned my head back. . .
She would lower herself onto me, igniting every nerve ending inside of her with every inch of my hard dick.
I was jerking my cock so rapidly that my hand movements looked like a blur. I gripped my suspender with my left hand.
She loves those things. It's so fucking sexy the way she needs to hold on while I fuck her, while I make love to her, while her hips bounce up and down on my aching cock.
"Shit," I groaned. My balls started clinging to my body, so close to release. I was sweating profusely. My cock was so hard it hurt while I beat it.
She would scream my name and I felt her muscles tighten on me, massaging my dick. And her orgasms would spill onto my head, boiling me.
"Move the fuck out of the way!" Shit. Green light.
I drove another mile with three arms until the parking lot was finally in sight. I turned into it and took the spot in the far corner, under the trees. Hopefully I was early enough to take care of my…situation.
I peeked around through my windows. There was no sight of anyone else. Thank God.
I looked at the clock. 9:45pm. I had 15 minutes. Perfect.
She screamed profanities as her heat and wetness soaked my dick with rapid repetitions. She grabbed the hair behind my neck and pulled it, hardly.
I reached my left hand into my pants and cupped my balls, massaging them. "Oh, fuck Bella. . ." I choked out. I shot my eyes open again to make sure no one was around me now. Then I remembered my windows were tinted.
She continued fucking me. Fucking me. Fucking me.
I continued jerking off. Jerking off. Jerking off.
I was almost there. My forehead was covered in sweat and the veins in my arm were blue and protruding from my skin. My breathing was exasperated. So fucking close. . .
She moved her hand down to rub my balls while she fucked me and tightened on me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly down on me while I screamed her name and spilled everything I had into her.
With a few last rough tugs, I came all over the steering wheel.
"Holy fuck. . ." I moaned.
Streams of spunk flew out of my cock while my heart jumped out of my chest. My shirt was damp and the windows were fogged. The clock read 9:56.
I cleaned myself and the steering wheel off with tissues from my glove compartment. After zipping myself back up and combing my hair back with my fingers, I stepped out of the Volvo.
Emmett and Jasper came together and were just stepping out of Emmett's jeep across the lot. Carlisle was walking over to them from his car a few spots down.
They all shook hands and roughly patted each others' backs while I walked over quietly.
"Well! Look who's finally on time!" Emmett boomed. "What, was Bella tired tonight?" He roared into laughter and Jasper chuckled.
"Come on guys, let's go inside. Emmett. . ." Carlisle gave him a look that said shut up.
"Aw, I'm just jerking you man," Emmett said, apologizing. "Oh, sorry, that's Bella's job." He laughed again.
"Emmett, if you value your balls I suggest you quit it," I threatened.
"Oh, calm down man. What, brothers can't joke about sex? You know men think about sex every. . ."
"Every seven seconds, I know," I interrupted.
"It's in our blood Edward. You're just frustrated. Bella being a tease or something?" God, does he ever shut the fuck up.
"Just because you and Rosalie like to have sex and then write articles on it and submit it for the world to read, I respect Bella," I said. God, when did this stupid parking lot get so vast?
"You saying I don't respect Rosalie?" He looked at me and brought his fist up.
"No, I'm just saying lay off the sex shit with Bella and me. It's none of your business."
"Jasper, maybe you should have Alice talk to Bella about this sex thing. Tell her to take care of my little brother," he shouted to Jasper. Jasper just rolled his eyes.
"You're unbelievably immature," Jazz murmured as he stepped into the diner.
"Oh sure, everyone gang up on me now! By the way, Edward, your fly is open." He bit his lip, suppressing booming laughter.
I looked down and realized my zipper was down. Impossible as it seems, it was down and my blue boxers were showing.
"You see, I have resources for my mocking sessions," Emmett whispered.
"You just claimed I have no sex life. Isn't that contradicting yourself?" I argued.
"No. That's why you just wanked yourself mercilessly in your car. Parking under the trees in the corner. . .Amateur." He laughed as we sat in the same booth we do every week.
"You guys need to cut it out. I feel like I'm dealing with teenagers with abnormally high hormone levels." Thank God for daddy sometimes.
The waiter came and took our orders. Coffee for everyone and Emmett ordered waffles. Pig.
For the length of our meeting, Carlisle spoke about business and sales and behavior. As the CEO, he was entitled to do anything to us. But he never forgot our primal relationships as father and sons. It made him more approachable.
"Uh, do you guys mind giving some advice?" I timidly asked.
I counted the seconds until Emmett made one of his wise ass remarks.
I got to 3. . .
"Finally! Edward," he patted my shoulder. "It's all in the foreplay. . ."
"Shit, Emmett not about sex! Grow a dick and use it so you're not on mine!" He kind of chuckled and then Jasper told him to shut up.
"Could you let him speak for once?" Carlisle's voice always put and end to our festering. "What's it about, Edward?"
I waited to speak until the waiter left the table after bringing us our orders.
"My anniversary is in 3 months. I want to do something for Bella that lets her know. . ." I paused, setting myself up for mockery. "…Lets her know how much I love her."
And there it was. "Awwwwwwwwwwww!" Emmett sarcastically moaned.
Jasper elbowed him. He understood me. Alice and Bella were alike in many ways and Jasper and I were not afraid to get in touch with our emotional sides.
Carlisle decided it was best for him to give the advice. "A vacation. Without a doubt."
"Where?"
"Try to get hints of where she wants to travel. Be discreet about it. You should surprise her."
"Hmm," I thought. It was a good idea. I just had to figure out how to ask her without actually asking her.
**
When I arrived home, she was tucked in under the covers. She was peaceful and beautiful that I didn't want to wake her with my noisy footsteps.
I really should get laces for these damn boots.
After removing my clothing and washing up, I crawled into bed and pulled her small body into mine, cradling her back to my chest. With a soft kiss to her jaw, I allowed myself to surrender to sleep.
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Gotta love Emmett.
Reviews make Edward horny.
I wonder where Bella wants to go on vacation. . .
