Hi guys! This is my first fan fic in a LONG time, so please be gentle! I kind of got into it...I guess with the movie coming out, Twilight is everywhere I look! Let me know what you think. If I get enough of a response and you guys seem to like it I will definitely keep going with it. Thanks =)

Disclaimer: This goes for every chapter until the end...they aren't my people :(

Anticipation

Bella gasped as his cool, smooth lips found the sensitive hollow behind her ear. She could feel Edward's lips curve into a smile against her skin; he enjoyed her very visible reactions. Bella burrowed herself deeper into her bed and pulled him down on top of her. His long body stretched over her and one of his hands entwined with hers, pinning it to the mattress. His lips never broke contact with her flushed skin.

"Edward," she whispered brokenly. She arched herself up, pressing against him, craving the pressure of his hard body on hers. He sucked in a breath at the touch, almost a hiss, and when his eyes met hers they were full of reproach.

"Bella..." he trailed off. Despite his reluctance, his head ducked down and his lips brushed against hers again. Her lips parted and the kiss turned hotter, wetter. Edward groaned into her mouth, his hand squeezing hers tighter as the tension between their two bodies mounted. He began sprawling kisses over her face in an attempt to regain some control and she could feel him distancing himself.

She quickly slid her free hand up his back and into his thick hair. She yanked his head back to hers, pulling his hair as she did so, and devoured his mouth again. At the same time - even though she knew she shouldn't and that he would probably push her away - she was unable to stop her legs from wrapping around his trim waist and rubbing herself against his marble body. Bella was overheated; she was frustrated and emotions were pounding through her veins. She was looking for release but she didn't know how to get it...she only knew that with his body pressed so intimately against hers, she was closer to that release.

"Bella!" Edward said more forcefully. He took a deep breath and abruptly rolled off of her. The cold air, though not colder than Edward himself, made her feel empty and she shivered without his body covering hers. Her pajama shorts and tank top did little to keep out the chill that October had settled over Forks. Another shiver tore through her body but before she reached for her blankets she looked over at Edward.

He was on his back with his face turned towards her. He was not moving at all, but his chest still rose too quickly for him to be completely calm. She dragged her eyes from his beautiful lips and moved up his face, past his defined cheekbones and prominent nose, to those golden eyes. His brows were slightly furrowed and he was focused, but not on her eyes.

Bella glanced down at her shirt to see what he was so interested in and with a shock realized that her nipples, hardened from the chill in the room and from Edward's heated kisses, made two prominent peaks on her pink tank top. Bella felt her face flush again and she snapped her eyes back to him, wondering how to take advantage of his momentary weakness.

She moved quickly and climbed on top of him. She straddled his waist and pressed against the bulge in his jeans. Her pulse spiked and she could hear herself panting out loud now, though how she could hear over the roaring of her heart was beyond reason. Edward remained perfectly still beneath her.

"Bella," he said in a low, eloquent voice. His eyes appraised hers and she knew without a doubt what was coming next. "Don't make me move you."

She rocked her hips gently, cautiously, but stopped when she felt his entire body stiffen. She watched his eyes curiously, wondering how far she could push him. Keeping her lower body still she leaned forward and brought her lips back to his. "If you wanted me off of you, you would have moved me already."

He growled deep in his throat and she could feel the rumble in his chest against hers. She took it as a sign of encouragement and pressed the entire length of her body against his. His hands shot around her waist and gripped her hips. She reveled in the pressure and could feel heat building deep in her body. Bella moved her lips across his jaw, nuzzled his tousled hair and inhaled deeply. She exhaled her hot breath against his ear and felt him shudder beneath her.

Her lips grazed his ear lobe and he stiffened again. Excited now by his response, she parted her lips and bit it gently, applying only the slightest of pressure. He shocked her by letting out a throaty groan. His hands released her hips but slid down to her ass. He gripped it tightly, squeezing, grinding her against that delicious bulge. Bella moaned in pleasure, in frustration, and sucked his ear lobe into her mouth. She would do anything to hear that glorious noise from him again.

Edward rolled and brought Bella with him. She found herself on her back again but this time with a very aggressive and menacing vampire on top of her. He attacked her mouth viciously - she was sure her lips would be bruised in the morning - but she loved every second of it. She grabbed his head with both hands, forcing his mouth to stay against hers. Bella dug her fingers into his thick hair and tangled them deep in it. She loved to pull on it; she loved to know she was the only one ever to run her fingers through it and pull that beautiful face hard to hers.

Despite her best efforts, Edward was able to wiggle out of her death grip. She began to protest but realized he was not stopping, only moving. His lips kissed down her neck to her collarbone. She felt his mouth open and he sucked hard on the delicate bone that pushed against her fragile skin.

"Edward," she whispered. She didn't want to break the spell he was under by speaking but she couldn't stop the words. "Oh, God, don't stop. Please don't stop."

His mouth tore away from hers and he looked up into her distraught eyes. He mouth stopped but his hands didn't and she felt them sliding up her stomach. They met the tank top but he deftly slid them under the fabric. His eyes now focused on the milky white skin that he was exposing inch by inch.

Bella squirmed underneath him. Her nipples pebbled even tighter and she could feel the warmth between her legs spilling out of her. Her head rolled from side to side as his hands inched up, the anticipation to feel his cool hands over her breasts nearly unbearable. His hands lingered just below them, teasing her. She could feel them graze the underside ever so slightly, but he did not give her what she was hoping for.

Instead, he bent his head down to give her something much better. He rubbed his lips over her right nipple, still protected by the tank top. His hands were rubbing her bare stomach and causing that wonderful pressure to grow into an ache.

Without warning, Edward sucked her nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, hollowing out his cheeks with the force. Bella cried out sharply, forgetting that Charlie was only two rooms away. His eyes darted up, checking to see if the violent cry was in pain, but the pleasure on her face was undeniable.

For a moment he was lost in the beauty before him. Bella's hair tumbled around her head and fanned out on the pillow. Her curls were a mess from his wandering hands. Her lips were huge, swollen in her passion. Bella's cheeks were flushed and he could see her pulse pounding in her throat. Her eyes, heavy lidded in pleasure, were watching his. She silently begged him to finish her. He slowly released the nipple. Edward teasingly licked the damp fabric, then bit gently. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in shock.

"You bit me first," he whispered, reminding her. He looked back down at the feast before him. Both nipples protruded proudly from the pale pink material. One was circled by a darker pink stain, damp from his mouth. He let his mouth move to the neglected nipple but raised his hand to the other. Her breast fit in the palm of his hand and her puckered nipple pressed right into the middle of it. He was vaguely aware of her hands moving down his back but was otherwise too absorbed in her breasts to notice much.

Bella was in agony. His torturous mouth was taunting her nipples relentlessly. She couldn't stand it. If she wasn't so turned on she might have been embarrassed at the sounds coming from her lips, but she could hardly think straight. She was grinding her body the best she could against his but he still had the upper hand. He held himself rigidly above her so she couldn't feel his hard groin pressing between her legs.

Bella wondered briefly if he was trying to be a gentleman, but she wanted it. She had to feel it. She had to know that this wasn't one-sided - that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She let her hands grip his lower back, then moved towards his hips, and then she slid one hand to the front of his jeans and pressed it against his hard cock. She could feel his outline clearly and tried to grip it through the thick denim.

"Bella!" Edward cried, his entire body jumping. "Oh, God."

Instead of pulling away he grabbed her hand and pushed it even harder against him. His chest visibly rose and fell with each breath now and his hips involuntarily bucked against her hand. His eyes were dark and wild. He made a strangled noise and moved his hand away from hers, but made no attempt to remove her palm. She moved her hand faster and tried to work his zipper with her free hand. His mouth went back to her breasts. Now he wasted no time, and ripped her tank top into shreds with his strong hands. He paused then, drinking in the sight of her bare breasts. The twin peaks were gloriously pale, tipped with hard coral-pink nipples.

The perfection he saw felt like it was ripping his heart out, suffocating him. His self-restraint snapped as he felt Bella's hand slip inside his jeans, and then into his boxers. He buried his face in her breasts, seeking the heat she gave so freely, and sucked a raw nipple into his mouth.

Suddenly, just as the elusive pleasure she was so wildly seeking began approaching, Bella felt it slipping away. She opened her eyes in alarm. Just as she was about to finally feel him, skin to skin, in her hand, he started disappearing. The delicious pressure of his body on hers was fading away. "No, no!"

"Bella?"

Bella opened her eyes with a snap. She was drenched in sweat. Her heart was still thundering in her chest.

"You were having a nightmare," Edward whispered soothingly.

Her eyes gradually adjusted to blackness of her bedroom. The dream, so vivid before, was vanishing quickly. She tried to catch it, to stay with it, to close her eyes and sink back into bed with the very aroused Edward - but it was gone. Disappointment was overwhelming.

Bella was already laying half on top of him, with one leg hitched over his. She could feel his strong thigh muscles hard between her legs. She could feel her pulse pounding there, too, and knew without checking that she was hot and wet. She wondered if he could tell.

"Are you all right?" he inquired. He rubbed her back softly with one hand.

Bella swallowed hard and found herself completely unable to speak for a moment. "Bella?" he asked again, this time with an edge of concern lacing his soft inquiry.

"I'm okay," she managed shakily. "I'm fine."

"What was your dream about?"

"It was nothing," she mumbled, sure her face was blushing. She turned her head into his shoulder. She felt totally vulnerable. Frustration coursed through her veins because she knew that there was nothing she could do to make him feel the same way or to get any relief herself.

"Tell me," he commanded gently. "I don't like not being able to take peek inside your pretty little head."

She smiled grudgingly, relieved for the millionth time that he couldn't read her mind. "Too bad."

He paused and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Fine, don't tell me. For all you know, I know exactly what your dream was about."

Bella felt a surge of panic as she considered that statement. His voice, aloof and tinged with cockiness, informed her that he did in fact know something. Had Alice actually seen her dream? Would she have told him such intimate details?

"How?" she blurted out. She twisted in his arms to see his face. His eyes were dark and his face serious and for a moment, he resembled the Edward of her dream. Dangerous and seductive. On the verge of snapping and letting his desires run wild.

"Well..." he began. His voice dropped an octave as he continued. "You do talk in your sleep. And your pulse...I can hear when your heart rate picks up. Your heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to break through your chest."

She dropped her eyes and worried about which words had slipped past her lips during her erotic dream.

"Plus...I can feel you." Edward whispered. She looked back up at him and felt his hand slide down her back to her hips. He tugged on her leg, momentarily increasing the pressure of her crotch against his leg. As understanding flooded through her, she felt humiliation and that familiar heat spread over her face. Her heart froze in her chest and her eyes filled with tears.

"I can feel how hot you are," he continued, unaware of the emotions crossing her face. When he finally at her and saw her horrified expression, he immediately stopped. "Bella?"

"I'm sorry," she whispered in pure mortification. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to - "

"Shh," he murmured against her hair. "I know. It was a dream. I'm sorry I woke you up...I just couldn't bear it. Having you pressed against me like that, and so hot, and making those noises - "

"Edward!" she gasped. "Don't talk about it, or I will die of embarrassment!"

He laughed quietly. Then his expression sobered as he took in her distress. "I'm sorry. Don't be embarrassed. I'm sorry I woke you up. But...but I'm also sorry that I can't...that I can't give you what you want. It's not that I don't want to - you must know how much I want you, but I just can't justify-"

"I know, I know," Bella cut in. She didn't want to hear the speech again. She didn't want any of this at the moment. She didn't want to be so turned on and so painfully frustrated, especially not in his arms. But even as terrible as that was, being alone in her bed without his touch and his scent and his presence, would undoubtedly be worse. She opted for sleep, or at least pretending to sleep. He would know she was awake, of course, but he wouldn't push the topic. "I love you, Edward."

"I love you more," he whispered back. "Sleep now."

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