Early release, because I won't have time tomorrow (It's thanksgiving).

This chapter is a little shorter than normal, but it has a lot of spiciness to make up for it ;)

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Chapter 7:

The minutes pass agonizingly. I am hyperaware of every breath, every heartbeat, and every twitch of her body. My body is set aflame by the innocent hand around my waist. After an hour of desperately trying to shut my mind off, I realize that it just isn't possible. I am certain that I will not be able to sleep.

I longed for her far too much. It seemed silly—impossible even, to long for someone this much. But how could I help it? She was unbelievably kind, playful, and gentle. A shining beam of happiness in my bleak and boring world. She was also determined, hardworking, with just a hint of wickedness. And incredibly beautiful.

And I loved all those things about her.

And now that I think about it, Alice's behavior seemed strange as well. While our first encounter had been rather stingy, she had warmed up to me remarkably fast. She had told me about her family, shown me her tears, and here she was—nestled in the curve of my body, with an arm around my waist.

This afternoon's conversation came to the forefront of my mind. Do you not like touching me? She had asked with a sad look in her eyes. And then it occurred to me. Maybe she liked my touch too. Maybe, what I needed to do was stop being so uptight around Alice. Maybe we were already in that stage of friendship where physical affection was acceptable. Perhaps, if I gave in just a little, the longing ache in my chest would ease.

I lifted my hand and curled my fingers over her small warm hand.

She jumped at my touch.

"Sorry," I murmured, "I did I wake you?"

I was about to pull my hand away so she could get back to sleep, but her fingers weaved through mine and held them in place. The gesture warmed my heart. "No," she whispered, wide awake, "You just startled me, that's all."

Her hands were so soft and smooth, I couldn't help but take my other hand and run my fingers in circles over her skin. My hands had become just as badly callused as Charlie's by the time I was eleven. But most of the folks back home had the same hands as me. Callused from various types of work, whether that be weaving for hours, washing clothes, digging up the ground, or peeling vegetables all day. Everyone in the working class had the calluses to show for it.

I draw her palm to my face, and press my lips against it. She shivers and I could feel it against my body, but to my surprise, she doesn't pull away in disgust. So this must be okay for her. I made a mental note to myself. I let my lips graze her hand one more time before I decide not to push it. I settle her soft palm on my cheek, and breathe in the fragrant scent of her skin. To my astonishment, I feel myself drifting to sleep.

With her scent filling my lungs and her warm body against mine, I couldn't help but dream of Alice.

I dreamt of having her underneath me again. But instead of on the floor, she was pinned against the soft plush of the bed. The feel of her small body was invigorating. Alice breathed raggedly, squirming under my body.

I couldn't see her face, but from the way she arched her back and dug her nails into my shoulder, I could tell she was begging me forward. I was more than happy to oblige. I leaned in and pressed our lips together. I kissed her softly at first, savoring the feel of her soft lips. I wanted nothing more than to dive into her mouth, but I stop myself. Even if this isn't real, I didn't want to upset the dream-Alice.

I began to pull away, worried I was overwhelming the girl, but Alice's hand gripped my shoulders in protest. I smiled against her lips, pleased with her reactions. So I dare to deepen the kiss, pressing myself tighter against her so that there was no more space. This earned a soft moan from Alice. The sound sent a quiver of arousal through me.

That's when Alice took initiative. She gripped the brown locks of hair behind my head, as if to hold me in place, and then sent her tongue between my lips. I shudder and moan in surprise. Kissing Alice must be the most wonderfully arousing in the world. Her tongue danced against mine, and I could feel the tightness in my abdomen responding.

My hand found her small, but surprisingly full, breast. I run a thumb over her nipple, which hardens immediately under my touch. Underneath me, Alice shudders hard against my body, desperate moans escape her lips between kisses. It was all the encouragement I needed, so I did it again. And again.

Alice was writhing against me, becoming restless. She bit down on my bottom lip, groaning impatiently. I could feel the need radiating from her as if it were my own, hot and frantic.

I wanted very much to give in, to lower my head and taste her soft skin, but I hesitate. After this final breach of friendship, we would be entering very dangerous territory. But it didn't matter, hadn't that line already been crossed the moment I tasted her lips? And besides, this was just a dream. What I should do is take advantage of this very vivid dream. My dreams weren't usually clear. Alice's moans were so lush in her my ear, I could swear it was real.

So very real…

I used the tip of my tongue to lick a trail down her jawline to her collar bone. We both moaned, she tasted so very good. I kiss my way across her collarbone, slowing down when I reached the rise of her beasts. It was so real, the way her chest rose and fell quickly, her hands gliding up to entwine in my hair, and her whimper as I continued lower, kissing around the areola of her breast teasingly. She lifted her chest against my face, desperate for contact, and it made me smile. I loved how much she seemed to want it.

"Bella please," she gasped, "you're killing me."

"Hmmm…" I teased her some more, circling my tongue around her areola, but barely missing the sensitive bud that was hard and ready for attention.

She groaned in frustration. The sound filled my ears like warm honey. I could listen to her moan forever.

The feel of my own arousal burned relentlessly, aching for release. But I squashed it down best I could, to savor the feel of Alice writhing against me.

"Bella." She begged again. "Please. Please."

Unable to resist withholding any longer, I wrap my lips around her sensitive nipple, sucking it hard into my mouth, and letting my teeth graze the tip very gently. The loud cry of pleasure that escaped her lips surprised me. It made my imagination run wild. If she were this sensitive here, I would definitely have fun with Alice in other places…

She writhes again, but it's different than before. Her legs thrash against mine, her back is arched, and her hand tugs at my hair for dear life. As I flick the tip of her nipple repeatedly, her shudders becomes spasms.

A strange thought comes to mind. Was this dream-Alice already so close to climaxing? Was it even possible to climax from breasts alone? An overwhelming desire to find out consumed me. I switched my mouth to the other nipple, and began kneading the other breast gingerly in my hand.

She groaned loudly in response. I repeatedly flick her left nipple with my tongue in quick succession. She really really seemed to like this. Her moans were loud in my ear, encouraging me. I gently roll her other nipple between my fingers.

Her responses fuel my own desire. The throbbing between my legs becomes needier and harder to ignore. It urges me to make her climax, as if that would put out the fire for both of us.

So I cheat, bringing one of my thighs up and wedging it firmly between her legs. I groan against her breast when I feel the intense heat and wetness coming from her—even through my cotton pants. The effect of the pressure is immediate. She gasps frantically and wraps her legs around me, holding me tighter. And after one last sharp intake of breath, her moans turn into single loud cry of pleasure. She spasms and whimpers against me.

Her sounds of pleasure were much too erotic, unable to contain it any longer, I give into the pressure threatening to explode between my legs. I find myself shuddering against her, incapacitated by a sudden rush of pleasure. I heard a cry of pleasure in the background, unsure if it was Alice or I, because I was seeing stars. I gasp with my head against her chest, trying to regain my stance.

Once the stars leave my vision, I scoop her up in my arms. I stroke her hair as the last of her tremors make its way out, holding her tightly against me. I wished to continue touching her, before the time limit of the dream were up, but I was much too tired.

Tired.

Tired enough to sleep.

But wasn't I already asleep?

I gaze down at Alice's face, her features washed out by the darkness. But I could make out a pearly white grin that reflected what little light there was.

"Alice?" I whispered, suddenly confused. Why didn't I notice it before? She felt much too real in my arms. Warmth radiated from her, warming my very core as I held her against me.

"Yes?" She murmured softly.

"Am I sleeping?"

Her grin falters. "I don't think so."

And a wave of fear and horror washes through me.

Will they be able to work through Bella's fears and insecurities? Stay tuned for chapter 8…