Well, here is some more of my attempt at fiction. I would like to, once again, thank the people who have posted reviews on chapter 6: scarletta drasda, Solea, acw1 and Jacque16.

This is the furthest I have ever gone with fiction: fan-based or otherwise. I think knowing that some people like it helps.

I do not own anything but a copy of the first movie, a copy of the four books, and I have the pdf of Midnight Sun on my desktop.

Oh, and a mild smut warning.

Chapter 7

BPOV

As I awoke, I smiled slightly. I could feel the iron strong back brace that was Edward behind me. I did not want to return to the reality of the world yet, and a scheme began to form in my mind. It was definitely going to be an interesting five minutes. I willed my pulse to calm by controlling my breathing carefully, and put the plan into operation. The first assignment- to nuzzle my way deeper into his embrace.

Edward did not resist my action, nor did he show any signs of noting I was awake. Phase one was complete. My subconscious giggled. The second task proceeded. I turned to face him, keeping up with the guise of sleep. I felt no reaction from him. I tried to nuzzle closer.

He reacted to that phase with a happy-sounding sigh, and briefly tightened his grip on me with a quick hug. I then decided to attempt a bold part of my self-imposed assignment. I faked a stretch, allowing the blanket to loosen. My arm fought its way out and wrapped around his neck. I felt a chill on my upper torso, signifying the success of partially exposing myself to him. To expose that I was nearly naked.

The blanket was just low enough to show I was bare, at least from the waist down. It was not a blatantly explicit show. My front still covered. My state of dress on the remaining three-fifths of my body would remain a mystery.

Edward's carefully controlled breathing hitched slightly. I began to succumb to my nerves. I did not want to risk him leaving yet. I faked a slight shiver, and moved my arm to bundle the covers around my back and neck. I did, however, snake my one hand out to touch him somehow. It caressed his lower torso, a bit lower than I had aimed. I was not going to complain.

Surprisingly, he did not attempt to cower back away from me, he actually responded. Edward gently took the hand between his own, rose it from under the blanket, kissed my knuckles softly, and then held it beneath his chin. Part of me was mentally doing a happy dance. I could not hold in the happy sigh that accompanied the dance. Yet, the other part was unimpressed and bored, and I knew I had to try to satisfy her too. She had waited far too long for a simple peck on the hand to do the trick. I waited a few moments, and decided 'Hey, I've come this far. I can run another lap.'

"Yes sir," I said in a mumbled sigh. "Please?"

He tensed, but did not move. I took that as a sign I could proceed with phase three.

"One, thank you, Master." I moaned. I visualized the scene I was faking to enacted. I would be on all fours, with him behind me. He would swing a thin strap of leather towards me, striking me right on my ass. "Two, thank you, Master." He would tell me to remain still, addressing me by my full name. He would then strike again. "Three, thank you, Master."

The real Edward let out a muffled groan, and I could feel him gripping the bed sheet behind me. I heard a rip. He was reacting. I did not know whether it was a positive or negative reaction just yet. I reflexively clenched my thighs together. This was much better than if he had come over earlier this evening to find me naked and bound. He would not have been able to adjust to the event, and would have simply bolted. He appeared to have adjusted slowly to my actions, and I had not crossed a line to make him run yet. But, I was causing something.

I continued to count allowed, and the sheet tore again. I concluded with-

"Five, thank you Master. I am sorry." Edward groaned louder. "May I please you? I will be a good girl." I tried to keep my voice in a muffled mutter, making random, nonsexual noises in between the lines I was feeding him. He would flip if he knew I was awake and doing this deliberately.

"What the hell?" I thought, and decided to go even further.

"I promise to never come without your permission, Sir."

Edward growled. He lowered his head towards me ear.

"Oh Isabella," he breathed. My heart did a little pitter-patter at his use of my full name. "You are pleasing me."

The part of me that was never satisfied with how far I pushed Edward's boundaries joined the rest of my subconscious in the happy dance. They were jumping up and down, cheering.

"Master, master, master!" I cried out, and decided to conclude the final phase. I sat up with speed, and allowed the blanket to fall to my waist, baring my see-through, mostly unbuttoned shirt to him. I forced myself to pant.

"Just a dream?" I asked myself in a whisper. "What a wonderful dream," I sighed. Then I stretched, allowing the blanket to show my state of undress. I had an unforced shiver from the cold, and felt my skin tense.

I turned to Edward, made my eyes widen.

"Edward?" I whispered. He was looking at me with barely suppressed lust in his eyes. He turned his head to focus on the poster I had of a Pride and Prejudice. I gasped, and tore the blankets up to cover my translucent shirt. Phase three was now complete. The only thing left was his final reaction.

"I will leave you to dress." He kissed me softly on the forehead. "I will be back in about ten minutes, just open the window when you are ready." With that, he left, closing the glass behind him.

I grinned, and my mind was doing uncharacteristically graceful back flips. He liked it! Edward was aroused by my actions!

"Mission accomplished." I whispered to myself.

Author's End Note: While reading through some other fanfics, I was surprised at how many people write about the dom/sub relationships, but have never been in one. I guess this is a good way to live a fantasy vicariously. It is how I recall some of my best experiences. BDSM relationships have been the best ones I ever had. They require absolute faith and trust in one's partner on both sides. The sub trusts the dom to push him/her just far enough, and the dom trusts the sub to tell him/her when to proceed, and when to back up. The tricky part of the relationship is actually trusting oneself.

To those who have ever truly wondered about what those scenes could be like, a good book is called How to be Kinky: A Beginner's Guide to BDSM. It talks about how light and flirty a scene can be, they all don't have to involve intense screaming of safety words.

Anyway, hope you liked the chapter! Reviews make me happy!