The names are not mine, the rest - is.

Tonight We Build A Dream On

She is soft, and altogether too existing, she is irrefutable, and I feel as if my strength might break her. One sharp movement, and her kisses would cease. Kissing never excited me like this before; the sweeping of her lips on mine, it feels sublime. Kisses were just one part of something greater. A larger adventure, the pursuit of intoxication, a sequence set to a certain scene and flavour. The result always being the immense prize of one's virtue, the generosity of another's body.

Bella's body is pressed against me. We are more than okay, and she isn't dying from my touch.

Her breasts are pressed against my chest, her heart pounding like the hooves of zebras. I pull her to me, even closer than before, always closer, always more, my hand around her thigh. She is heated, and I feel every wave of it.

We lie on the mattress lost in this embrace, her mouth so willing. She tastes sweet, she tastes like girl. She smells divine, like flowers. She smells like Bella.

"Maybe we should like," she stops kissing me, but I wish she wouldn't, "make the bed first."

"Why?" I try to kiss her again but she keeps talking.

"Because I want," her lips, to my lips. I want more. Always more, "to be wrapped up with you."

I push, and she lies on her back. I shift, and hover above her. Her deep brown eyes look up at me from a place that wants this time together to be particular.

"Like this?" I ask her. Heavy eyes, full of lust.

"No. Like this." She pulls me to her, connecting us again, and she's stronger than I imagined her to be. "Can you just...lie on top of me all day?" She blinks slowly, and her lashes are like feathers, brushing her cheek. I imagine them cooling her rosy skin, flushed from the spark.

"I think that can be arranged." And once again, I find her mouth. Her wet, open mouth. Her lips are plump and pink. I want to suck the lower one into my mouth. And I do. Her tongue is gentle. I want her to lick the parts of me unseen. But I don't ask. I want to flip her over, and undress her. I am hard. Ready.

-o-

Edward is strong. Edward's hands are like strong boy hands as he pushes me to the bed. Yet, when they're on me, on my shoulder, along my tummy, above my knee, they are tender. They are caressing. They are placed along my body like nothing I've ever felt before.

Edward is hot. His skin is cool, his lips are cool, and his tongue is like heaven against my own. But Edward is hot, and sexy, and just...a boy. Above me, on top of me. Kissing me.

I want more though. I want his hips pressed to me, my legs wrapped around him. I want it all. I want him to undress me, I want him to see me. Not like before. Not like when he fell into my room. I want him to see me as if he's seeing me for the first time. And I want to see him. I want to go all the places I've never been, and then do it all again before I'm just a weak human, susceptible to stronger, more special, non-human things. I want to be able. I want to be in full working order.

I want Edward.

Take my clothes off. Just...take them off.

"Take them off."

"What?"

"I mean. Do you want to?" I grip the edge of his shirt as if it's my life boat.

"I want to." His words are like being at sea for months alone. I was just waiting, waiting for him to talk to me. Waiting for him to touch me. This day is the rest of my hope, and I'm using it all. Using it all up on him.

On this. On us.

"Okay, kiss me again." I beg him, and pull him back down. I imagine this is where his heart would be, beating against my own.

The room is getting darker, the day is leaving. The band stands around playing, I wish there was music right now. There's only the music inside my head. The ethereal sounds of Jónsi and his bowed guitar surround me. Edward's body, surrounding me. The dark, covering me in shiny drops of light.

Fingers, dancing against cotton and sheer. The hot air, hitting my exposed skin. Edward lifts me, and pulls my top over my head. My hair falls loose against my back, and it feels nice. It tickles. His fingers tickle even more.

"You okay?" He asks me. And it makes me smile.

This boy cares about me. About how I feel.

I nod, and grab the sheet. Edward moves to sit on his knees at the end of the bed, and I shuffle over and shake it, dropping it to the mattress.

He looks happy. He looks like Edward.

"Bella..." His mouth is still open. But the words aren't coming out.

"What is it?"

He moves over to me again, his hands out in front of him.

This second lasts a lifetime. My stomach is sinking.

"Do you even know how sexy you are?"

I am stolen. Hot. Red. Flaming. Cheeks. Stolen.

"Take your shirt off too?" I nod, like he doesn't have a choice, and he lifts his shirt, pulling at the back, and up over his head.

Lines. Strong lines running everywhere.

I reach out to touch, and he watches me. My mouth is dry. My head is spinning. My tummy is no longer sinking. It shakes, shaking me from the inside.

He's perfect.

And I'm not at all able to speak. I just nod. Again. I just nod. He holds my knee, and pushes my legs aside to part them. He hovers above me, between me, against me. His lips are everywhere, at my neck, soft sprinkles of wet open-mouthed kisses at my neck. I feel tingly, tingly all over, and run my hands through his hair, and pull him to me, it feels so good. It feels so good, I lift my hips to his. He pushes his hips to mine. It feels so good. Again. Again. He hooks his fingers underneath my bra, and pulls the strap down, his mouth on my skin, following them.

He stops and looks up at me, and I find his eyes, his golden eyes, like honey pouring out onto me, over me, and he continues to pull my bra down, and I watch as he skims my flesh with his nose, around my nipple, hard, waiting, waiting for his mouth.

I lift my hips, to meet his hips.

His mouth covers me, sucking, licking, lapping at my arousal. And I think about him down there, lapping at me, down there.

I whimper.

I'm not embarrassed by the sound I make. The sound he pulls from me.

I whimper. And lift my hips again.

I run my fingers through his hair, it's so soft, it feels good. Everything feels so good, I can't take it. But I want more. I hold on tight, and pull at the strands, oh god. Oh god.

I feel like I might explode.

He's kissing me. His lips are smashed to mine, keeping me whole, together. Don't let me explode. Not yet. I want to feel him.

I have to feel you.

I feel him. I feel his hand at my skirt, pushing my skirt above my waist, he lingers there, like he's asking me, waiting for me stop him. But I don't. I wouldn't ever.

I feel him. I feel his hand at my panties, and I know they're damp. I don't want him to see. I don't want him to know. I shake my head, and just will him to take them off.

It's too late. I feel him. His whole hand. Down there. Cupping me, and my damp panties.

Low, quiet rumbles. Like a growl.

Edward. Moaning as he cups me.

"I want you so badly." He says. And I feel like I'm alive. Like I'm really alive to his touch, his words, his wants.

"Have me. Have me." I nod. He sets me on fire, and I need something.

Like ice, rolling ice along your skin on a hot day. A summer day. I am parched. Dry.

I moan as he enters me.

One finger.

Ice on a summer day.

Softly, slowly. Melting.

Two fingers. Ice isn't enough.

"Edward..." Oh god.

"Bella..."

A stare to die by. This moment, I'll live by. This day was meant to happen. Only he could make me feel like this. Only he could lift me, cool me, heat me, and sink me. Sinking into the bed, the mattress, this stare, he's watching me, watching me go crazy from his touch, crazy from his giving, more, faster. I want more, faster.

I moan, and whimper, and bite my own mouth, and he doesn't stop. Not his eyes, not his fingers, not his eyes, not his fingers.

"Oh god... I...I think..." I can't not watch. I can't not watch him watching me as I fall down. Fall down hard, and heavy, around him. Pulling him onto me, into me. My arms wrapped tight around him, breathing fast.

"Wow." I try to catch up. My body is pulsing, heaving, breathy, and tired. I'm so tired, and tingly, and warm, and... Wow.

-o-

Sleepy and lovely. She fell hard. And now my girl, she lies wrapped in sheets, wrapped in me just as she wanted. She let me show her places, this want inside of her commanding me, and I obeyed willingly, gleefully, every step, every charge, every lift of her hips into mine, asking me to take her. And I would have. I will. I hope to. But not now. Now she sleeps to dream, and when she wakes, this fairytale will be over, my blood will have drained itself from her, and we will be as we were. Separate but together. Distant, yet so close.

I close my eyes, as if those dreams could swallow me whole. I wish they would.

Pictures of another, a daring nightmare drown my bliss in crimson horror, one where her flushed innocence has left us. One where only the instinct of a monster takes over, gutting her from the inside out.

For one moment, until I open my eyes, she is like me. The same. The same temperature. The same strength. The same power. And we could lie wrapped in sheets forever.

I open my eyes to the dark. Only the shadows of my thoughts play along her skin in bloody lines, drawing themselves to points of no return. Her skin is luminous. Her life, so fragile.

I am spiralling. I am caught. I am left alone in the shadows while my human lover lives on, and I do not. I am stuck, and I am sad and sick of it. I am selfish. I am hoping. Hoping she wishes to stay locked in a life of existence. I am selfish, wishing Bella chooses to be like me, to love me, to never leave the sheets, because I don't want to. I want to wrap myself in creamy skin, and brown, brown, silky brown. She smells divine, like flowers. She smells like Bella, lying in bed next to me, and I don't ever want it to stop.

AN:

The Boy giggled and swooned like a girl pre-reading this. He's my Edward. And he makes me giggly and swoony...like a girl.

Thank you for your support, I appreciate you!

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