Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, it belongs to SMeyer, but if I did, I'd give every fangirl (or boy!) her own personal Edward.

A/N: OMG I'M SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO UPDATE!!! For those of you reading this right now, thank you so much for sticking with this story. It's my baby, and I'd never abandon it, but I had to put it on the backburner for a little while. I recently moved to Australia and just began classes at uni, so my life has been a mix of traveling, moving into my apartment, massive culture shock, and homework. Needless to say, I haven't had any time to work on this fic. The good news is, I am now all settled into my new home and plan to update at least once a week. YAY! I love all of you for reading this fic and again am so sorry for keeping you waiting so long for an update. It won't happen again!

This chapter is dedicated to I.A.-SugarBaby for lighting a fire under my butt. Thank you for the incredibly motivating and flattering review!

Chapter 4

EPOV

"Come on, Emmett, you need to tell us what happened so we can figure out what's going on," said Alice impatiently.

"Do I have to? I really don't want to talk about it. No offense, bro," said Emmett, directing the last part at me.

"Yes, you have to," said Rosalie. "Or else you won't be living out any of your fantasies any time soon."

"Aw, alright. Low blow, babe," replied Emmett. "Well, I told Edward to sit on the floor because I thought he would be too comfortable on the bed and would fall asleep. We talked for a little while about random things like where we want to go for our next hunting trip and—Wait, do you remember this?" Everyone's eyes shifted from Emmett to me.

"Yes, I remember," I said quietly, trying to keep my embarrassment in check.

"What's the last thing you remember?" asked Jasper.

"Um, I think making jokes about Mr. Sampson," I replied.

"Yeah, okay," said Emmett. "So we talked about hunting and then more about Edward's little, uh, incident in class. And then we got to talking about Sampson. Man, that guy is one sweaty motherfu—"

"Emmett!" snapped Alice. "Focus."

"Right, my bad," said Emmett. "Okay, so we were talking about Sampson and making jabs at him and man, was I on a roll. I had this great one about how every morning when he wakes up he takes a ruler off his nightstand and—"

"Emmett!" said Alice and Rosalie in unison.

"Alright, alright, fine. But you're missing out," said Emmett, resigning to continue his story. "So I look over at Edward, surprised that he's not laughing his ass off at my moment of genius, and I notice that he's passed out on the floor."

"Do you remember lying down?" Jasper asked me.

"No," I said. "Not really. But I must have done it consciously because I would have made a pretty loud noise if I had just fallen over."

"Emmett, did he fall asleep sitting up?" asked Jasper.

"How should I know?" asked Emmett.

"Seriously, Emmett?" shrieked Alice. "You had one job—to keep an eye on Edward for a couple hours—and you couldn't even do it right!"

"Hey, cool it," said Emmett. "I know everything that happened after that. What does it matter if he fell asleep sitting up or not? Jeez, people, chill."

"Alright, what happened next?" asked Jasper.

Emmett looked over at me and cringed slightly. I could tell this was going to get bad. And quickly.

"He started dreaming," said Emmett.

"How could you tell?" asked Rosalie.

Emmett looked down at the floor. "He was saying things…in his sleep."

"What kinds of things?" asked Alice. "You need to be more specific."

"Ah, man, this sucks," Emmett said under his breath, but of course we could all hear him. "He was saying Bella's name and…some other stuff, too…"

"Jesus, Emmett, spit it out," said Alice who had begun to tap her foot impatiently on the floor.

Emmett shot an apologetic look my way before opening his mouth. "Oh my God! I'm so close! Don't stop!" he yelled before clapping his palm to his forehead.

I thought I was going to die. Emmett looked like he wanted to die. Rosalie was laughing so hard that she could have died. If not for our immortality, there might have been only two Cullens left standing in the living room.

"Okay," said Jasper, trying to cover his laughter with a fake cough. "Then what happened?"

"He woke himself up when he yelled…one last time," said Emmett, still not able to look back in my direction.

"You didn't try to wake him, did you?" asked Alice.

"No…" said Emmett, looking down at the floor.

"Emmett…" warned Rosalie. She could always tell when he wasn't being truthful.

"Yeah, alright, fine. I may or may not have thrown my shoe at him," said Emmett.

"A shoe?" I asked. "Really, a shoe?"

"Well, yeah, man, I didn't want to touch you in case you mistook me for—"

"Aah, alright, I get it," I said, not wanting him to continue that train of thought…for both our sakes.

"You can't blame me. You would've done the same thing in my situation." Emmett directed the last part at Jasper.

"Maybe," Jasper said thoughtfully, "but it would have been better had you not interfered."

"It didn't make any difference," said Emmett. "I obviously couldn't wake him up."

Everyone looked over to me as if they were expecting an explanation.

"What?" I asked. "You think I have all the answers?"

Jasper exhaled and rubbed the back of his head. "This is just all so strange. Edward, has anything happened recently that might be the cause of all this? Anything out of the ordinary?"

It was then that I felt as though I'd been hit in the head with a ton of bricks. How could I have been so stupid? I had been so preoccupied with everything that was going on that I had completely forgotten about Jacob's gift.

"Hold that thought, I'll explain everything when I get back," I said before I sped out of the house in the direction of Bella's house. I needed to get that box.

It was a little after midnight, so Bella would probably be asleep. I was hoping I could take the box containing the gift and bring it back in the morning without her knowing. I didn't want to worry her if it could be avoided.

When I got to Bella's house, I was relieved to see that her window was slightly open, giving me a way into her bedroom. I leapt up into the tree outside her window and stepped across onto her windowsill.

I silently entered her bedroom and cursed under my breath when I saw the dreamcatcher hanging on the wall above her bed. It was beautiful, I had to give Jacob that, but clearly he had another reason for giving it to us, and I was determined to find out exactly what that reason was.

I picked one of Bella's t-shirts up off the floor and wrapped my hand in it before walking over to her bed. I was not going to take any chances by touching this thing again. I couldn't help but look down at Bella's sleeping form as I reached up to take the dreamcatcher off the wall. She was so beautiful it almost hurt. She rolled over in her sleep and shrugged the covers down to her waist. I growled possessively, and a little too loudly, as I noticed that she was wearing one of my t-shirts.

Bella's eyes shot open, startling me as I knocked the dreamcatcher off the wall and caught it in my other hand before it came down on Bella's head. I immediately felt the shooting pain in my hand and dropped the dreamcatcher on the floor.

"Edward, what are you doing here?" asked Bella, still half-asleep. "I thought you weren't going to come tonight?"

I ignored the dreamcatcher on the floor, hoping Bella hadn't seen it, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you disappointed? Because I could always go back home," I teased, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"No, please stay!" said Bella, now more alert. "At least until I fall back asleep?"

"Of course," I said, crawling into bed with her and brushing my lips softly against her forehead. "You know I'd do anything for you." I knew that staying was a little risky, but I had already fallen asleep once tonight and I was feeling like my normal self for the time being.

"Mmm, thank you," said Bella, snuggling into my chest. "I always sleep so much better when I'm with you." I could already hear her breathing become heavier as she drifted back to sleep. My eyes began to grow heavy as I listened to her heart beating. I don't think I had ever felt so relaxed…

I opened my eyes when I felt Bella shift in her sleep. Oh no, I must have drifted off again. I should have seen that one coming.

Bella looked so peaceful lying next to me. I reached out to softly run my thumb across her cheek, which caused her to wrap her arm more tightly around my waist. I let my hand travel down to rub lazy circles across her lower back, feeling her warmth through the thin material of the cotton t-shirt.

All of a sudden, Bella slid her arm back across my waist and let her hand rest against the front of my jeans, her eyes still closed. My breath caught in my throat but I continued to softly rub her back, hoping she would fall into a deeper sleep.

I knew Bella had woken up when she began to mimic my actions by rubbing her hand gently back and forth against the now growing bulge in my jeans. I bit hard into my lower lip as she leaned up to place a trail of soft kisses up my neck, only to suck on the sensitive spot behind my ear.

"Mmm, Bella," I growled as I turned towards her and captured her lips with my own. I brought my fingers up to her cheek, tracing the bone lightly with my thumb before cradling the side of her face in my palm so I could hold her steady as I deepened the kiss.

Her right hand continued to rub me through my jeans with continued pressure as her left hand came up to run her fingers through my hair.

I moved my hand from her lower back down to cup her ass, pulling her closer to me, while my other hand roamed up and down her side, touching her through the t-shirt before slowly slipping beneath it to feel her silky soft skin.

"God, Edward, I love it when you touch me," Bella breathed against my lips.

I moved my hand higher, my thumb reaching the side of her breast as I moved it back and forth in a circular motion. The resulting moan she released into my mouth had me smiling against her lips.

She moved her hand from my arousal up under my shirt, running it my abs and across my chest as I kissed her deeply, our tongues fighting for dominance.

My breath quickened as she slowly slid her hand back down my chest and came to rest at the waistband of my jeans. She pulled away from me slightly, and slowly, without taking her eyes away from mine, she unbuttoned my top button.

"It's okay, Edward," she said as she lowered my zipper, the sound of the splitting metal teeth echoing through the room.

"Bella, wait," I protested as her hand slowly slid under the waistband of my boxers, causing my eyes to flutter shut at the sensation.

"Please, Edward," she begged. "I need to touch you." Her hand traveled dangerously lower. "I just need to touch you."

Her fingers wrapped around my erection, one by one, and I groaned as her warm hand circled my cool flesh. She loosened her grip as she began to caress me up and down with her fingers, stopping to circle my tip with her thumb.

"Aah…Bella…so good," I managed to mumble in between breaths. I'd never felt sensations like this before. They seemed so strong. Stronger than they'd ever felt before.

Bella pulled my boxers down slightly, releasing me from the confines of the increasingly uncomfortable material, and began to pump her hand up and down as I gripped the pillow I was lying on. The tingling sensation at the base of my spine was threatening to rack through my body, and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer.

"Bella, I…you need to…you can't…" I was beyond forming sentences at this point. I felt as though my body were about to explode.

"Edward, it's okay," she whispered into my neck. "I want this more than anything. Please just let go."

At that, she bit down on my neck and I felt a white-hot fire shoot through me, more powerful than anything I have ever felt in my entire existence. "Bella!" I yelled as I arched up off the bed, my body erupting into the palm of her hand.

My body was still shaking violently as I opened my eyes and looked up at my Bella, who was now leaning over me, looking like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar as she tried to gauge my reaction.

"Bella, what—"

"Please don't be mad," she quickly cut me off. "I wanted to, Edward. I needed to."

Now very confused, I scanned the room, trying to understand why Bella was acting so…guilty. I looked over at the window, which was still slightly open. Bella was still wearing my t-shirt and my pants were still down around my thighs. Then I saw it—the dreamcatcher lying on the floor next to the bed.

I quickly turned back to Bella and locked my eyes with hers. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" I asked slowly, taking in a deep breath. I was trying to wrap my brain around what had just happened. I was dazed, but felt incredible at the same time.

"No," said Bella, a huge smile breaking out across her face. "Not anymore."

BPOV

I wrapped my arm more tightly around Edward's waist as I felt his thumb run gently back and forth across my cheek. It was almost ridiculous how easily the smallest touches could make my heart race. I opened my eyes as I felt his hand travel down to rub circles across my lower back, the coolness of his hand traveling to my warm skin through the thin material of the t-shirt.

To my surprise, Edward's eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. I couldn't believe it—he was asleep. Again.

"Mmm, Bella," he moaned as his breathing began to quicken. Nope, he's awake. I was suddenly disappointed because I would have loved to watch him sleep for once.

I waited for him to open his eyes, but they remained shut and his breathing grew shallow and quickened even more. "Bella…" he moaned again.

Oh, my God. He's dreaming again. He's dreaming about me. My thoughts immediately traveled back to the conversation we had in the woods behind the science building about the dream that Edward had in class. The dream that he had had about me. And it was one of those dreams. And it seemed as though he were having another one right now. Alone with me. In my bed.

Thoughts of what Edward might be dreaming about instantly flooded my head as the all too familiar wetness instantly flooded my panties. My hands started to tremble slightly, aching to touch him. I tried to anchor them in place, but it was no use. I wanted to touch him, that part of him, so badly it hurt.

So I gave in. I slid my arm back across his waist and let my hand rest against the front of his jeans, watching his face intently for some sign that he had woken up. He hadn't, although he continued to rub my lower back in his sleep.

I took this as a good sign and began to gently rub my hand back and forth against his arousal. The fact that I had this effect on him caused an aching sensation to burn between my legs, and I tilted my head up to kiss my way up his neck.

"Mmm, Bella," he growled as I sucked on the soft skin behind his ear. He turned toward me and captured my lips in a searing kiss, tracing my cheekbone lightly with his thumb as he cradled my face in his palm.

Shocked that he was still asleep, I decided to push my luck and began to rub him slightly harder through the material as I moved my other hand up to run through his hair. God, I loved his hair.

I squeaked in delight as he moved his hand from my lower back to cup my ass, pulling me closer to him. I could feel him growing harder against my inner thigh as he slipped his other hand beneath my t-shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps across my skin.

"God, Edward, I love it when you touch me," I breathed against his lips.

As if he could hear me, he moved his hand higher, his thumb reaching the side of my breast as he moved it back and forth in a circular motion. I moaned, praying the sound wouldn't wake him up.

I moved my hand from his arousal up under his shirt, running it up the length of his torso and across his chest, loving the feel of his perfect muscles and soft skin beneath my fingers.

I could hear his breath quicken as I slowly slid my hand back down his chest and stopped to rest at the waistband of his pants. I knew that if he were to wake up, he would stop me from doing what I was about to do. I quickly decided that I was willing to take the risk.

I heard him whimper as I carefully unbuttoned his top button. "It's okay, Edward," I whispered as I lowered his zipper. I pushed him back slightly so that he was lying flat on his back.

He moaned as I slowly slid my hand under the waistband of his boxers. "Bella, wait," he whispered. Oh no, I finally woke him up.

I waited for a moment, my eyes carefully trained on his face, and realized that he was still asleep after all.

"Please, Edward," I practically begged. "I need to touch you." I lowered my hand even farther. "I just need to touch you," I whispered as I wrapped my fingers around his erection, causing him to growl in pleasure.

He felt incredible. His skin was incredibly soft and contrasted wonderfully with his hard length. I had waited so long for this moment, and I was far from disappointed. I loosened my grip and began to caress him up and down with my fingers, stopping to circle his tip with my thumb. I was desperate to feel every inch of him.

"Aah…Bella…so good," he mumbled in between breaths, which encouraged me to continue what I was doing.

I needed to see him. I pulled his boxers down slightly, freeing his massive erection. He was gorgeous, and I was dying to taste him, but I was going to have to save that for another time. I was enjoying this so much that I didn't want to push my luck any further than I already had.

Edward's hand came up to grip the pillow he was lying on as I began to pump my hand up and down his shaft, causing the ache between my legs to grow almost unbearable.

"Bella, I…you need to…you can't…" Edward moaned softly, his head turning from side to side. I wanted to watch him lose control, and I wanted to be the cause of it.

"Edward, it's okay," I whispered into his neck. "I want this more than anything. Please just let go."

At that, I bit down on his neck and felt his body stiffen and shudder next to me. "Bella!" he yelled as his body shook violently, his release gushing against the palm of my hand.

I was shocked that I didn't come just from watching him. His eyes screwed shut, his lips parted, his body arching off the bed. Watching Edward orgasm was the sexiest thing I had ever seen and was better than anything I had ever imagined.

His body was still trembling as he finally opened my eyes and looked up at me.

"Bella, what—"

"Please don't be mad," I quickly cut him off. "I wanted to, Edward. I needed to." I hadn't really thought this through, but I knew I didn't want him to be upset with me. This meant a lot to me.

He looked around my bedroom, confusion written on his face. Something on the floor seemed to catch his eye and he quickly shifted his gaze to look back into my eyes.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" he asked slowly, taking in a deep breath.

"No," I said, the smile I had been holding back finally breaking out across my face as I realized he wasn't angry with me. "Not anymore."

A/N: Yay for the end of another chapter! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Your reviews are what got me back to working on this fic and I'd love to have more for motivation to write the next chapter. Good reviews, bad reviews, I'll take 'em all. Reviews = Lemons, and I've got some crazy dreams in store for Edward. There will be more basic plot info in the next few chapters, as well. Also, one of the other Cullens is about to be affected by the dreamcatcher. Can you guess who it is? :P