AN: Short, I know. But I do not like switching point-of-view mid-chapter. I will (try to at least) have a longer one up tomorrow.

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EPOV:

I could not fathom why Bella was so quiet. Granted, she did not chatter like Alice nor Emmett did, but we would talk a bit before she fell asleep.

I brushed it off as a symptom of a cold. Her body was still warm, despite shivers in her arms. I did not know whether to pull her closer, or wrap her up even more. I settled for holding her through the quilts and resting my forehead on her warmer than normal neck. I would lie in this position happily for all eternity.

Thoughts from the other night entered my mind. Bella was already asleep when I returned from the hunt with the men. I was smug, having caught a young, male mountain lion, when Emmett had yet to locate even a black bear. I entered my room, and noticed she was not on the big, comfortable bed I bought for her, but the old, black couch. It had made me sigh. Why was such a tiny request so difficult to consider? I lifted her with ease, and carried her to the bed. She was mumbling, obviously caught up in Freud's Id. Her body had the scent of fear. I was considering awakening her, but she was in desperate need of sleep. I settled the two of us on the bed, with her under the covers and myself above them. Her breath began to quicken, and I naturally felt concern build within me.

She had whimpered, her scent switching from fear to arousal. My worries had faded away instantly when I heard a moan. "--Ster." Was she scared? In pain? The moan released itself again. Dare I say-- aroused?

How could she be aroused? Somehow, envy had swept through me at the thought. It sounded like she was saying "Lester." Envy that was directed towards the subconscious figure within her mind. Who the hell is Lester?" My jaw clenched at the memory. She was mine. It should have been my name, not Lester's. How that came from a Wizard of Oz dream, I did not have a clue. I could only assume she was dreaming about Wicked. I should get tickets to see that, I thought. Bella had been talking about wanting to see it.

A sneezed occurred, which calmed my thoughts and returned them to the present. She sneezed like a chipmunk. It made my mood lighten. I chuckled, and brushed hair off her face. She was Psyche to my Eros. I loved her. Despite hints from herself and Alice, I knew she would not be safe with me. I knew I would hurt her. I strived to have the desire buried, but there was an urge to cause her something-- physical. Not severe injuries, or broken bones, but the thought of her pale skin being flush triggered an instant arousal.

Whenever she tried to pursue any activity, her reaction to my "no," inflamed me. She might pout, but she followed my request nearly every time. The sense of authority always caused a me to grin. Most of my conscience was ashamed, though a small part of my mind knew perfectly healthy relationships existed in spite of dark fetishes. But I did not want to risk her mental and physical well-being for my unclean thoughts.

Her body temperature spiked again. Confused at the reason, I placed my hand back on her forehead, and used the other to check her pulse. It was quick, but not severely rapid. She was warm, but not feverish. Bella twitched, and leaned into my cold hand with a sigh.

"--Ster--" she moaned. Not Lester again, I groaned. My self-censored brain even lost control. Who the fuck was Lester? Whom ever he was, if I knew his location, he would be injured to the point even Carlisle would be unable to heal him. I could feel my chest growling. I could not fathom the last time I was so angry. Say "Edward." "Edward, Edward, Edward!" She rolled into me, and my deflated ego could only assume it was to cool off her heated body. She groaned into my chest.

"Ask her-- please?"

What the hell? I could not comprehend how her obviously having sex with Lester had any need for him to ask another woman something. Ask what? My manner felt better. She could not have any control of her dream, nor could she control her reaction. Lester could be a Muppet. That thought made me chuckle. Maybe it was the Wizard of Oz she had dreamed about last night. I would scream in panic too if I had to sleep with one of the Lollipop Guild.

"Doorknob, doorknob, doorknob!" She cried. I gave up, and tried to quiet laugh. She definitely had the most farcical sleep talk. My body relaxed until--

"Faster! Please! Doorknob!"

I could not sit there any longer. I tumbled out of the bed, ran to the window, and lept onto the tree. Just in time.

"Who the fuck is hurting my daughter!" Charlie screamed and kicked in the door. "Cullen-- if that's you--" fled through his mind. He held his gun, and scanned the room. This interrupted Bella, mid-scream.

"Door--" She sat up; her eyes wide. Her skin turned redder than I could dream to turn it. She then saw her father, and her eyes narrowed.

"Yes Dad?" She asked calmly. I stifled another laugh.

"Well, you were screaming-- I-- thought you needed help--" Bella's eyes widened, and her blush returned. Charlie looked even worse, realizing what type of dream she was having, and backed out slowly.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I so do not want to know," Charlie thought.

did know, and I sprinted home, my laughter never stronger.

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