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Dreaming of the Breaking Dawn

Post-eclipse; Bella and Edward and Bella's first demand. Lots of teasing, a little turn of the tables, and then...well, you will have to read it... The became much more than I originally meant for it to...it has become a fluffy story of the last days of Bella's life in Forks.... COMPELTE

I don’t usually like post-eclipse stories, I would prefer to write Edward's point of view from something I have already read, but this just came to me. I have it rated Adult now, but I really don't think it will ever get to that point, I want to keep it in the same voice and I could never see Stephenie writing anything graphic...plus, the story isn't there yet...they may not...=o)

7. Contact

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He knew I had woken up, his arms moved slowly from my waist as he began tracing his fingertips against my arm. I knew what was coming next, but my heart began to race all the same.

Since that day in the meadow – Had it already been a week? – things had changed a lot. He never pulled away from the kiss, though he maintained that he respected my decision to wait – always adding that it was just as long as it was what I wanted, reminding me that I had to make that decision when it really mattered. He seemed to be testing me, especially in the early mornings.

I opened my eyes, looking over my shoulder at my husband and he took it as a cue that he could reposition us. He pulled me under him swiftly. The first morning when he did this I had been so shocked, I had yelped loudly, but now I expected it. While I knew I wanted to wait, I had no problem being pinned under his perfection; his eyes smoldered as he smoothed my hair and looked into my eyes.

He pressed his body against me in earnest, putting enough weight on me that it felt dangerous, kissing me hard. The tension that had always presented itself was gone during these moments, but it always returned before my resolve was broken.

This morning was no exception. Today it had taken less time than most of the other mornings for me to break away from the passionate embrace. I was a little sorry about this.

“Bella, would you please just give me one, just one bad moment…one tense moment; I will show you that it is fleeting.” He was pleading. “I want you so bad; I want to make love to my wife.”

He was exaggerating of course, I knew he wanted me, but he also was so afraid to hurt me that he wanted to wait until I was a vampire, he was only insistent because he thought it was what I wanted. I looked over at him and suddenly my mouth dropped open when I realize what he had just said – out loud – in a house with six other vampires with incredible auditory abilities. “EDWARD!” I whispered, the blood running to my cheeks. I stared at him in horror.

He looked at me in shock. “What?” completely unaware of what he had done.

I put my index finger to my lips, indicating for him to be quiet, motioning towards the door, hoping he realized what I was communicating. He looked at me inquisitively, trying to understand my gestures. And then he laughed lightly.

“Bella, no one is here, they went on a camping trip,” he told me, still amused at my embarrassment.

I looked at him suspiciously. “Why did no one tell me they were leaving?” Alice told me everything, it was odd that she forgot to mention hunting; we had spent the entire day together the day before.

Edward just shrugged, a smile spreading across his perfect face. “Bella, are you nervous about being alone with me in the house?” His beautiful features teasing me.

Rolling my eyes at him I leaned over and kissed him quickly as I moved to get off of the bed. But before I had time to pull away from him he pinned me under him again, this time growling, showing me his perfect white teeth. I giggle at his attempt to be scary. He could never be scary to me. “Terrifying,” rolling my eyes again.

“Not my intent,” his eyes telling me he had something else on his mind.

And he calls me stubborn? He is relentless. But it was not necessarily a bad thing, there was always the time before he came back to himself, those were fun.

“Well, then what is this about then?” I ask him with my version of a seductive voice. Another low growl escaped his throat as he pushed against me as he had before. I had never allowed him to take control again after the initial attempt at persuasion; it always seemed safer to flee to the bathroom to ready myself for the day. But he wasn’t interested in protest this morning, and my will power was not that strong.

I did not have to pull away this time, after a while, he rolled us to our side, still holding me close, he placed on last soft, cold kiss against the hollow of my neck, and looked into my eyes.

“Bella?” He almost whispered my name. The heat in his voice sent shivers through my body. I blushed knowing he could feel every movement. He smiled, almost shyly. I didn’t say anything, waiting for him to say what he was thinking.

He didn’t say anything; instead he pushed me onto my back softly. He moved over me slowly, his hands holding his body high above me, the soft smile still on his beautiful lips. I felt his bended knee against the bed between my thighs. There were the tremors rushing through my body again.

He leaned forward slowly, brushing his tongue against my parted lips, his mouth moving against my lips softly. I breathed his sweet scent into my lungs, my heart racing at the sudden tenderness. This was a new tactic.

He began kissing me softly down my chin and then against my neck as he had so many times, but then suddenly he stopped at the hollow of my neck as he had before, he seemed to hesitate but then moved his hands from my shoulders to my waist. He began to move his hands against my waist as his lips lingered against my neck.

Suddenly I realized his hands were on my skin. He had moved his hands beneath the shirt I was wearing and was now slowly moving them against my sides and across my back. I felt my body respond to his touch. I had touched his bare stomach and chest with my hands on most days, but he had never made contact with my body in this way, every move we had made up until this moment had been guarded by my clothing. I loved this.

His mouth had lingered on my neck as he did this, but he slowly looked up at me as if to gage my reaction. I smiled and closed my eyes, hoping he realize how much I was enjoying the new contact.

I did not have to wait long to find out if he knew I was happy with this new development. He had worked my shirt up to just below my chest, exposing my stomach and was moving his fingers against my skin

I felt a moment of shyness before I convinced myself that this was perfect. I would not stop him, I knew that much, I was his; my soul and body. Even in my protest I always knew if I ever thought he really wanted something from me, he would get it, even this. Still I waited for the slightest indication it was not what he wanted.

He was showing no hesitation now as he lowered his lips against my bare stomach. I flinched in surprise at the cool touch, though my skin was burning at the very place where his lips touched. I let out a small moan to emphasize the pleasure I felt.

He continued to move his hands against my revealed body as he moved his lips against me. My heart was racing, my body trembling at his touch. My hands had moved to his head, wrapping my fingers through his bronze hair. His movements were slow and thoughtful. I had no resolve in this; I wanted this, all of it.

His lips moved against my stomach slowly until they reached the bottom of my chest. I held my breath for what would come next but then I felt his lips hard against my lips, his bare body pressed against mine, my heart almost stopping at the sheer perfection of the contact. He pulled his lips from mine slowly, his body still firm against me, my hands still tangled in his hair.

Looking at me with a big smile spread across his features, he asked, “Now…would you like to reconsider waiting?”