Hello all! Sorry for the delay, work has been insane. The next few updates will be short, in true drabble form. LOL

Not sure if I will be able to do every day, so hang in there!

Sweet Dreams- Eurythmics

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Chapter 48-

BPOV

I wasn't really sure how to gauge Charlie's reaction to Dr. Creepy.

The eye hadn't stopped twitching, along with the moustache.

Apparently Charlie thought Dr. Creepy had other ideas about me. Which I hadn't even begun to think about and now had terrified thoughts about. Leave it to my father the law man to think the worst.

Shock and awe my dad was.

"He gets handed a restraining order Monday morning," Charlie said in a gruff voice as he pointed his beer can at me. "And I'll speak to Jasper first thing Monday as well. It sounds like he's being strongarmed. That doesn't fly here."

I had to give my dad a lot of respect. He didn't mess around when it came to people and safety.

"That might be how they do it in Chicago with their mobs and everything, but here in Forks, we do business with integrity and honesty," he continued to rant.

I fought to hide the smirk when he adjusted his jeans like the gun belt was still on his hips.

"No one makes my baby girl feel uncomfortable," he finished, with a tight purse of his moustache before he crushed his can and tossed it towards the trash. When it landed inside he clapped and did some weird dance before he nodded and disappeared back out to the living room.

His testosterone was in overdrive.

I let him have his man time. I was exhausted after the long day at work and then with Edward.

Edward was definitely a workout.

I smiled to myself as I grabbed my water bottle, feeling a little dehydrated.

Perhaps it was from all the panting?

Or maybe loss of fluids?

I felt my face heat up and I shook my head, embarrassed even by myself.

Because, damn.

Edward knew how to get a girl off.

"Heading to bed?"

I jumped at Charlie's voice behind me on the stairs.

"You scared me," I breathed, embarrassed once more.

"Sorry, you sure you're okay after today?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Just tired."

He cleared his throat and raised his eyebrow.

"Well, at least Edward got you home before midnight," he teased before becoming serious again. "What do you say to going to Port Angeles tomorrow to look for a new bed. You need a good night's rest if you're going to start being so busy with work and boyfriends."

"You were serious about the bed?" I asked.

"Of course I was," he replied and motioned me up the stairs, following as I went. "Right down to the tiny twin we discussed."

I shook my head and laughed.

"Ok, Dad. I get it. Room for one only," I said and sighed dramatically.

I mean, it only needed to fit one.

One on one….

"Yeah," he said sceptically and then patted me lightly on the shoulder. "Get some sleep, Bells. Tomorrow will be a better day."

I closed the door to my room and let out a long breath. I felt the heaviness in my bones, and the sight of my bed only brought up memories of what had happened with Edward. Even tired, I felt my body flush.

Who knew you could really and truly want it all the time?

I wondered if Edward was all right, having left him in a constant state of arousal.

As restrained as he was, he certainly had a hard-on a lot. It had to be painful. Why didn't he want to fix that problem?

With me?

I hoped I'd see him tomorrow after Port Angeles.

And maybe I could relieve him of some of that frustration he always seemed to have. I thought about texting him, but the fear of making him more wound up persuaded me not to.

Let him get some sleep.

So why was I not surprised that my phone beeped with a text?

I grinned and slid under the blankets with my phone.

-You still up?

I smirked at his words.

Did I tease him?

-What are you still doing UP?

I was cruel. But he was up for the challenge, I was sure.

He responded back almost immediately.

-You know I am still up. Can't help it, thinking of you.

Why did the idea of him lying in bed with a giant hard on make me want to touch myself.

-Wish you were here. Getting a new bed tomorrow. You broke my old one. :P

-I did not. Just wait until I am pounding into you. Get a sturdy bed.

My body was flaming at the idea of pounding. I could just imagine Edward over me, groaning and… pounding.

-Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

-Why?

He confused me so much sometimes. First hot and so much the bad boy, then bashful and apologetic.

My phone vibrated in my hand, Edward calling instead of answering the text.

"Why should you be sorry, Edward?" I asked, answering the phone.

"I don't want you to think I am in this just to fuck," he murmured and then groaned. "Shit, I shouldn't have said that either."

"Edward," I said, sighing wearily. "I thought we've been through this. After tonight, I think you know how much I want you."

"Fuck, Bella, you can't say those things," he moaned and I could hear him sliding into his sheets, a long groan escaping his lips.

"But I want to say those things, Edward," I continued, my voice whisper soft, so Charlie couldn't hear. "I want you to know what I'm thinking. Do you want to know what I am thinking, Edward?"

I heard another muffled groan and then a soft yes.

"Edward, I'm thinking of sabotaging my dad's boat so that he's left stranded in the middle of the lake so we can have an entire Saturday together to break in this new bed I'm getting. And I don't mean just foreplay, although I liked the foreplay very much. I want more."

"Bella."

"I want to feel you against me, over me, behind me and under me," I continued, my heart pounding from the adrenaline and nerves.

"Fuck, Bella."

"Exactly," I replied.

"You're killing me, Bella," he breathed.

Immediately I felt guilty.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I shouldn't be so forward. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

He made a deep throated noise like a growl and I heard shuffling again.

"I'm very comfortable right now, Bella," he said, his voice rough. "I just hate being in this bed all alone. It was so much better with you in it. I wish you were still here right now."

His breathing quickened and I wished I was there too. To help him out.

"What do you think about when you… right now," I whispered, grinning.

Because I knew what he was doing right this minute.

He groaned again.

"You," he hissed. "I'm thinking of you."

"What about me?" I asked, shoving a pillow in between my legs. I was pent up again, but knew nothing would ever be better than what he had done to me earlier.

Why couldn't he be here now?

"You, Bella," he said again and he sounded like he was panting. "I can smell you here in my bed and I want you naked here again. I want to make you come. Over and over. I want to hear you again. And I want to feel you. I really want to just let go with you. God I want you, Bella."

He panted harder and then I heard my name drawn out in a long stuttering moan.

I hoped he had sound proof walls.

I hoped Charlie couldn't hear him through the phone.

When he could manage a breath again he sighed and laughed softly.

"I can't believe you just listened while I got off," he mumbled.

"I liked it," I whispered. "I like that you think about me when you do that."

"I do it a lot," he whispered. "Think about you that is."

He cleared his throat and shuffled on the other end.

"Actually," he continued. "I do the other thing a lot too."

"And you think about me each time?" I asked, grinning.

I didn't care how many times he did it.

"Every time," he replied.

He thought of me every time.

"Doesn't it get boring?" I asked.

"You could never be boring, Bella," he replied softly.

"Will you tell me what you think about when you think of me when you do that?" I asked, blushing at the thoughts I had of him when I pleasured myself.

He chuckled and I swore I could see him tugging on his hair.

"Maybe another night, Bella," he replied. "If I tell you now, I'll just get worked up again and I won't be able to stop myself from climbing that tree again. And you need your sleep."

"Fine," I said, pretending to be put off.

"I want to know what you think about," he said. "When you…you know."

"That could take a while," I teased. "I think about it a lot."

He laughed and i heard him sigh.

"You're trouble, you know that?"

"Finally," I teased. "You are starting to understand."

"You liked tonight, right?" he asked, his voice soft again, almost hesitant.

I smiled into the phone and closed my eyes, thinking back on the evening.

"It was great. You're amazing,"I said. "I'm sorry I fell asleep. It was a long day."

He was quiet on the other side for a moment before I heard him sigh again.

"I'll let you get some sleep then, and maybe we can talk tomorrow," he said and I heard him yawn.

"Can you come over tomorrow afternoon?" I asked, feeling sleepy suddenly.

"I'd like that. Will your dad be there?"

"Probably," I replied, pouting.

"Well, we'll work on behaving," he replied and sighed. "Good night, Bella. Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams," I answered and hung up, grinning at the ceiling.

I was sure to have good dreams of Edward.

Of course dreaming about Edward was bound to make me frustrated no matter what. My dreams that night were disjointed and intense as I dreamt of Edward climbing in through the bedroom window, only to have the window creak along with the bed. The noise woke me up, discovering that my bed was squeaking more than ever with just the slightest movement.

Obviously, Edward had broken my bed.

That thought made me smile as I nestled into the blankets that smelled faintly of him.

What I wouldn't give to have him against me again.

Hopefully tomorrow.

Until then I would just have to enjoy sweet dreams of Edward.

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"What about this one, Bells?"

I could hear how bored Charlie was. It was his fault he wanted to come to Port Angeles on a Sunday. It was his fault that he was missing the game.

So I tried bed number five. The tiny little rock hard bed that certainly didn't squeak.

Because it was made from concrete or something.

"This one's too hard," I said, and rolled out of the bed for the next one.

Which felt like a sponge.

"Let me guess," Charlie said, laughing. "Too soft?"

"Ha ha, Dad," I said and rolled out of that one.

He sighed and pointed to the full size bed.

"All right, Goldie Locks. That's the last one," he grumbled, eyeing it for its size.

It was still small in comparison to Edward's huge bed.

I had a feeling I wanted to spend more time at Edward's.

Because his was just right.

I hopped into the bed and rolled around in it, enjoying the support immediately.

Time to check for squeaking.

And the best way to do that was to bounce around.

"What are you doing?" Charlie growled, watching me as I flopped around on the bed like a big mouth bass on the fishing line.

I stopped bouncing long enough to push my hair back.

"Checking for squeaks," I shot back.

It was starting to become obvious that whenever Charlie's mustache twitched, he was uncomfortable.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Nevermind," he groused and motioned the salesperson over. "We'll take this one, I guess."

I smiled and flopped back into my new bed, laying across it in a diagonal. I rolled over and over again, enjoying the distance I could achieve just in rolling.

This was most definitely an improvement to my old bed.

Not a squeak or creak at all.

And there was plenty of room for two. In any position.

Now I just had to convince Charlie that he needed to go on a long fishing trip.

I had to break this sucker in after all.

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AN: YAY for new beds and phone sex! Look for more this week as I go. They'll be short. Just warning now!

Pray tech goes well this weekend. I wanna get to a grand slam homerun before long and so does Bella!

MWAH!

steph