DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight or its lovely characters. SMeyer does.

OKAY! So if you haven't noticed, I can't seem to write a chapter without including a hot lemon. So please, forgive me for my undying impulse and lack of self-control.

Also, I've been asked by a few about the dreams, and yes, they are pivotal to the plot.

BPOV

I was thrilled that I hadn't had any nightmares for a little over a month. Maybe it meant nothing after all. I was reading too much into it. I mean, the whole idea of screaming 'Edward…Stop' was so inconceivable to me. I knew better than that.

What I didn't know was why Edward suddenly had a fascination with taking me to book stores. He never liked book stores, says they're 'boring and too quiet'. I could only imagine what he thinks of libraries.

"Edward, you've taken me here three times this week."

He responded while searching for a spot in the parking lot. "Book stores can be a means to inspiration, and very relaxing," he pointed out, speaking very matter-of-factly.

"You hate book stores."

As he pulled into a vacant spot, he pouted his lips and furrowed his brow.

"Love, sometimes a man wants to broaden his horizon. It's good for the mind to read," he stated while getting out of the Volvo and walking over to my door. "Plus, they have a new travel book section I want to check out."

"Travel books?" Since when did Edward look at travel books? Since when did Edward look at books?

In the two times he's taken me here this week, he had wandered around like a little kid, watching where my eyes went, studying my every sigh and movement. It was strange and a little nerve-racking. He had an obsession with maps it seemed. He would start sliding his long fingers over the printed curvy lines that made up America, showing me the route of traveling cross-country. He would ask where I would want to stop if we ever had the time to do that.

"So, where would you stop? Would you take a north route, south route, I80?" He was rambling.

"Sweetheart, as long as we're together and don't get stampeded by trailer trucks, I'll be okay," I said. My answer seemed to leave him unfulfilled.

Anyway.

"Yeah," he furrowed his brow. "Emmett's friend, Mike, is getting married and he wants honeymoon ideas. He brought it up during a meeting a couple of weeks ago."

Edward held me close to him as we walked to the entrance and I started day dreaming about our honeymoon. It was a picture of perfection laced in ecstasy; exclusive to Edward and me. I tangled my fingers in the fabric of his t-shirt. It had two tiny holes on the side seam, which was an open invitation. I dipped two fingers through the holes and felt the warm skin of his lower stomach on my fingertips and he clutched my body closer to his.

While lowering his head to mine I felt his breath on my skin. "You better cut that out or you're going to be spread open like a book while my dick reads your every word," he whispered against the skin below my ear. I giggled and kept walking.

"Did you suggest anything to Mike?" This was fun.

"No, I thought the books would help, silly," he replied. He tried tickling me but I just trailed my fingers lower behind his shirt until they were stopped by his belt. Damn it.

"But you know nothing about Mike. How are you going to pick his honeymoon spot?" I argued.

"Bella. . ." He was getting frustrated as he adjusted his pants with his free hand. I laughed.

"Yes, dear?"

"Maybe you can help me. Maybe something will catch your eye. Plus weren't you friends with his fiancé in high school?" He pouted his lips like he was deep in though.

"Jessica? Yes, I was. And fine, I will help." He held open the door for me and I walked in, quickly being wrapped into his arm once again.

"Good. I'm sure whatever you like will be of interest to Jessica and Mike, too." Weird.

The only times I came here were when I was alone. So it was a little strange to be pasted against Edward's hip when I wanted to roam freely through the aisles. He caught me glancing around the store with a big grin on my face, like a kid in a candy shop.

"Um, Bella?"

I snapped back to reality. "Sorry. So where's this travel section?"

"I thought you would know."

I should've guessed I'd be doing all the work.

"Well, it's usually in the middle of the store, on a special table with lots of posters and advertisements. Come on, we won't be able to miss it." I started dragging him through the tables of books and magazines and calendars. I stopped a couple of times along the way to look at something that caught my eye. But every time I did, I felt the anxiety vibrate from Edward's body and knew it was time to keep looking. His deep sighs and hair-groping reminded of me of why we were here and I simply grabbed his hand and lead the way, trying to avoid the holes in his shirt until a more appropriate time. Finally, we reached our destination.

"Alas!" I shouted, sounding like a pathetic pirate. He just chuckled and started fingering through a book he picked up. Sightseeing in Chicago.

"Look, my hometown," he said, smiling. I loved this side of Edward. The child, the little boy. I admired him as he flipped through the pages. The pictures of the city he knew so well captivated him, so I gave him a tight hug and starting making my way around the table. I came across one book and decided to stop and open it. I was always curious. . .

The pages were filled with color and contrast. Crowded streets and skyscrapers. Lights and cameras. I recognized most of the places in this book, although I never visited them. I did dream of them though. . .

Suddenly I felt his hands on my waist and his sweet breath on my ear. "Something catch your eye?" His voice had a touch of seduction in it. I shivered.

"Yes, something did catch my eye. Look!" I moved the book up so he could see it. It was turned open to the brightest and most colorful picture.

"Beautiful. But for a honeymoon?" He seemed skeptical.

"Well, you asked me to help, right? And although it's not honeymoon material, per say, it would be lovely to visit to best city in the world."

"Lovely, indeed. New York City can be a very romantic place," he looked around and moved closer to my ear and whispered. "When you're not being cursed at and nearly mugged with every step you take."

"Edward! You're exaggerating. You've never even been there!" I jutted my lower lip out and made my best 'sad puppy' face.

"Fine, fine, fine. You win." He rolled his eyes and kissed my cheek before continuing his search for Mike's honeymoon spot. I shut the New York City book loudly and picked up Hawaii's Hotspots. The beaches were beautiful. The sun was always shining. The people looked happy. It was way too perfect and cliché. It was so Jessica and Mike. For me, vacations were all about adventures and thrills and surprises.

"Sweety, how about Hawaii?"

"Hmm, I suppose I could tell Emmett to mention it," Edward murmured, his face deeply planted in a book, obviously not paying attention to what I was suggesting. As I walked over to him, I noticed the book he was so intensely reading.

New York City.

**

On Saturday nights, Edward and I usually go out to eat but tonight we were both tired. We had gotten a slice of pizza each on our way home from the book store and now we were both lazily resting on the couch in each other's arms. Edward was flipping through the channels very unsuccessfully when his phone rang. He reached into his pocket to retrieve it, lifting his hips to give him better access of his pocket. That movement triggered my inner lust-filled self. Pathetic!

"It's Carlisle," he informed, and starting ascending off the couch. The feel of his body leaving mine so abruptly sent my mind into a flashback of that nightmare I had. My hands flew violently towards him as I was being dragged away. The lights around me were blinding.

I gasped. So the person I was being dragged away from was Edward. Why? And why was I still having flashbacks. I was beginning to think this nightmare held a little more importance than what I cared to believe.

While Edward spoke to Carlisle in the kitchen, I decided a shower was much needed. It was warmer out than usual today and I had a bad case of OCD when it came to getting into bed after sweating all day.

After stripping my clothes in the bedroom and walking freely into the bathroom, I turned the water on and waited for the mirror to fog up. I liked my showers hot. Upon stepping in and letting the steaming water beat down my stiff back, I let my stress melt away.

As I rinsed my hair of shampoo, I heard those familiar footsteps of unlaced black boots getting closer to the bathroom door. My nipples hardened and I looked down to laugh at them. The effects he has on me.

I started to soap up my wash cloth when I heard to door open slowly. The shower stall was at the end of the bathroom, which frosted glass doors. Still, I had my back to the door, just listening. My heart started to race. And I already felt the moisture boiling in my center. And it had nothing to do with the shower.

EPOV

I was glad Carlisle was quick and to-the-point on the phone. Usually he likes to have intricate conversations about whatever but tonight, he probably heard the urgency in my voice after I heard the shower turn on.

It's not like I've never seen her naked before. It's not even like I've never showered with her before. But I've never snuck up on her like this. I was getting hard just thinking about her in there. I could see the ivory blur inside the frosted doors. She resembled a mural. Her long, wet, dark hair cascaded over her back made me grip my own in order to gain control again. I was almost panting on all fours.

I placed my fingers around the handle of the shower door, and inched it open. She gasped and stilled herself. Her back was to me. My eyes traveled down her wet, dripping body; the way the ends of her hair dripped down onto the small of her back, the way it would then stream down her perfect ass, curving around the swell of her cheeks and down her long, silky legs. My dick twitched inside my boxers. It felt good to have thrown my pants off before I came in here. Pun most definitely intended.

"Hey, love." I finally choked out.

BPOV

Edward. I don't know why I was blushing. Edward's seen me like this countless times. But I still felt the blood pooling in my cheeks as I looked over my shoulder. Nothing could've prepared me for what I saw before me.

He stood with his head angled slightly towards the floor, but his eyes were boring into mine, making him look domineering. The way his eyebrows mask his lids and shadow his irises sends me over the edge. My clit might have just jumped off my body. But then I moved my eyes down, and I was sure I was going to need help standing. He was wearing nothing but his suspenders attached to his boxers, and unlaced black boots.

Legs were bare. Chest was bare. And in a minute, his dick was going to be bare. His boxers were pulled so far from his body from his straining erection that I thought they were going to rip. The though of how hard he was made me ache and throb between my legs.

"How's Carlisl-" He interrupted me.

"Shhh," he whispered, taking a stride into the shower. My heart fluttered. And so did my clit. With my head still looking over my shoulder, I realized was absent-mindedly trying to bite my own shoulder. A million and one scenarios played out in my head and I wanted them all. Then I felt it.

"Bella, do you feel that?" Oh, fuck me, yes. His hard dick was pressing against my ass through the thin cotton of his boxers. I dropped my wash cloth, answering him.

"Ye-Yes." I couldn't even speak. Every inch of me was washed over with lust for him and all I wanted to do was feel him moving inside of me.

As if he could read my mind, he pressed himself against me. "Do you want it, love?" His hands grabbed my waist and worked their way up to my breasts. "Tell me what you want."

God, he was going to make me climax without even being inside of me.

"I want you," I whispered.

He flicked his thumbs over my nipples. "Today has been a fun day." His chest burned onto my back, hands roughly rubbing my breasts. "Perhaps you won't mind playing a little game?"

My legs twitched and I shook my head. He bent his knees to place his hard cock in the crease between my legs. "Good," he groaned into my neck, "It's called 'I do all the work'."

Holy. Fuck.

My knees finally gave out but he held me up with his hands still on my chest. "Edward, please!"

"Anxious for it are we?" His voice was low and husky as he roughly sucked my neck into his mouth before letting it go to speak again. "Hands on the wall, love."

I listened to him and turned to face the white tile wall. His hands crawled up my arms and intertwined in my fingers. He guided them up the wall, and patted them to tell me I should keep them there for support. The cold tile felt good against my palms. Then something felt better. I heard the suspenders unlock off his boxers. I was sad that he was going to get rid of them until I realized what he was doing.

"Just so you don't interrupt the game. . ." he whispered into my ear, biting on my earlobe. He tied the suspenders around my wrists and patted my hands again. My hands were staying up here the whole time.

He bent over my body, pressing his nose to my neck. He inhaled my scent and I felt him quickly lose control. His hands reached around my chest and fondled my breasts which firmly hung under me in perfect vertical alignment with the way I was bent. He held them in his hands, cupping and massaging them. And teasing them. I moaned in delight and arched my neck back. His fingers played with the tips, bringing them to life. He kissed my neck, and I felt the water dripping from his hair wash down my spine and around to my chest. Physically, I was losing control. Mentally, well, I was never actually in control, so I just let my body move.

Instinctively, my lower half rubbed against his, evoking a deep growl to escape from the depths of his throat. I still felt the fabric of his boxers. His hands freed my breasts and moved lower, squeezing the sides of my stomach and then feeling the swell of my backside. His palms moved gently across the round plains and finally, I felt him remove the thin layer that we between us. As he stepped out of his shorts, I noticed his boots were still on, wet, messy, and untied. I moaned.

"What was that, love?" His cock was now wedged between my legs so I opened them for him.

His fingers made their way to my fleshy folds, and they playfully drove themselves in and out. His thumb, I'm assuming, stayed behind and rubbed circles across my clit. The motion of his penetrating fingers, and stimulation elsewhere was crippling. I felt my knees go weak as I managed to moan, "Mmmm my God. . ."

I heard the monster in him roar to life. Quickly, I felt him withdraw his fingers with little spurts as he did. I felt the tip of his length tease the folds, and move up and down the slit. With every forward movement, his hips would press firmly into my ass, sending warm pangs of pleasure through my body.

"Please," I breathed, and let out a heavy sigh of lust.

"Is that all you got, Bella?" He was urging me forward, and he was succeeding. With one fluid motion he pounded himself into me with a bang.

So much for being tired tonight.

"Oh FUCK Edward!" I felt every hard, long inch of him capsulated around my muscles. I knew how tight I felt to him and it made me squeeze myself on him just to hear it. . .

"Shit, Bella! You're so fucking tight. . ." he moaned into my wet hair, and as I felt him egress from my heat, it wasn't long until I felt him drive himself right back into me. His thrusts became wild, causing his balls to whip and slap my clit in some instances. That sent me over the edge.

My breasts were jumping freely below me, but Edward's hands were soon there to hold them and squeeze them.

Thrust. . .Thrust. . .Thrust. . .FUCK.

His lips were grazing my ear. "Bella, how does that feel?"

"Fu-huck, it feels amazing, Edward. Don't stop!" I begged.

He was an animal now, moving in and out of me in smooth and swift motions. The synergy of the hot water beating down my back mixed with his slamming thrusts was euphoric.

"Oh Bella...you feel...you feel...fuck..." The last word came out through gritted teeth as his thrusts became harder. I felt myself spill onto him from the inside and screamed.

"Edward! Oh GOD Edward... don't you dare stop!"

I collapsed onto my forearms so I could lean my head against the wall. I felt his chest plaster itself against my back. His hands were still around my breasts as he calmed them from jumping in every position. He held onto them, squeezing and massaging them while invading me from behind. I could tell he was holding off on finishing so quickly. He did want this to last. Just then, he swooped me up and my back was against the wall. His arms provided me with solid support as they held my legs up. I felt like I was sitting on an imaginary shelf, defying gravity. Then the teasing continued. He propped on his toes, poking my clit with his throbbing cock. He smiled at me and his eyes were overflowing with desire.

I looked at him lustfully. "How dare you sto-" I was interrupted by his tongue's sudden intrusion. It was flipping mine out of the way while his lips massaged against mine. Then he lowered me, and he was inside me again. I looked down to watch his hips move up and down, thrusting into me with the force I couldn't even handle.

"Oh…fuck…my…thrust…GOD!"

My arms strained to break free of the suspenders, but it was useless. All I could feel and even care about was the feeling of Edward's dick moving rapidly in and out of my tight heat. Every thrust made my breasts jump up and his mouth was soon on them, licking and nibbling on them. He moaned into them and squeezed his eyes shut. We were both getting close. His thrusts were violent and joined with throaty growls.

"Oh, Edward. . .Yes! Fuck me!"

"As thrust you thrust wish! Thrust." He moaned.

I threw my head back to meet the tile wall. I was so close. He just needed to. . .

And he did. He propped me down on my feet, still inside of me, hitched my leg around his waist, and teased my clit until with his long, flexible fingers until I felt the explosion.

"EDWARD!"

My inner muscles closed tightly on him, and I was able to feel every surgehis dick was pulsing through me. When I tried pulling on the suspenders again, he leaned up and bit the end of one, pulling it and untying it until my wrists were free. My hands shot to his face as he continued to drive himself into my contracting muscles, allowing my body to spasm on him. Simultaneously, he screamed into my neck with one last powerful thrust, and I felt his release shoot into me, a stream flowing in rapid spurts. I was still tight around him, squeezing every inch of him. My breathing was still heavy as he whispered my name into my throat.

"Bella. . ."

I rested my head on his chest and ran my fingers through his hair. I still felt myself pulsing on him, and he stayed inside, letting out a few more spurts before finally exhaling and pulling himself out. My legs were still shaking from pleasure and my heart was miles away from slowing down. So, as I should've guessed, he held me in his arms while I calmed down and planted tiny kisses on my collarbone.

"Ed...ward," I tried catching my breath. His hands rubbed circles around my back before tracing lines towards my breasts. He took them both in his hands and kissed my forehead.

"Let's get you cleaned up," I felt him smile against my skin, "You naughty little girl."

I gripped chunks of his hair in my hands before pulling his face against mine. Our lips crushed each other's; moaning into each other's mouth every time there was friction between our lower halves.

We went on to wash each other. Unfortunately, I had to remove his boots to do so. They'll be back, I told myself.

**

I was lying in bed, waiting for Edward to finish brushing his teeth. I looked at the doorknob of our closet. There hung Edward's wet suspenders. The weird side of my brain told me that those suspenders could sometimes represent Edward and me. Long and wet. I shook my head at my own stupid though as my body went flying into the air.

"Back!" Edward roared, after jumping on the mattress.

"Whoa! Warn me next time you want to send me into space!"

He just giggled at me and scooted closer under the covers. He was only wearing boxers. His warm skin caressed mine as his arm gently cradled my body into his.

"Sweet dreams, love." His voice was low and tickled my ear.

"Mmhmm. . ." was all I managed to get out before drifting off into oblivion.

**

In the depths of my unconscious, my mind started painting this picture again. Instead, now, I was being tied down to something. I saw Edward race towards me again and I tried to free myself from the restraints. I felt a phantom pain in my head and started to feel like I was approaching the surface of consciousness. The voices around me began to fade. And the edges of this image were getting softer, focusing in on the center. I wanted so badly to get up and run to him. But I kept being pulled back down until suddenly. . . I screamed myself awake to Edward's arms tightly gripped to my sides.

"LET GO!"

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