Round 1 // Challenge 3 - Entries #1
Story Title: Dream a little Dream of Me
Character/Relationships: Rosalie
Rating: M
Warnings: Adult language and situations
My heart raced in my chest as he made his way up along my body. His long, soft fingers ghosted along my thighs as it pushed the silky fabric of my black baby doll skirt up higher. I moan as his lips brush along my throat.
I can hear him chuckle, making me open my eyes to look at him. “Relax Rosie, it’s just me,” he whispers as he expertly removes the little pair of panties that barely kept me hidden from him.
I want him so much that my body aches and my heart cries for him. But I know this is wrong. We were wrong. We were never meant to be. He was a stubborn, pompous ass. He liked classical music and reading. I was high maintenance, bitchy and loved fast cars.
We would never work.
His lips met with mine, the feel and taste of his tongue bringing me out of my thoughts and back to him. I arch my back and moan as he thrusts inside of me, making the ache for him that much stronger.
“Holy Shit!” I yell, sitting up fast in bed and gasping for air. Edward? I had a sex dream about Edward freaking Cullen?!
I flop back onto bed and sigh. Maybe opposites do attract. Either way, I need to see how that dream ended, I thought with wry smile as I drift back to bed.
Story Title: Sweet Dreams
Character/Relationships: Renesmee
Rating: PG
Warning N/A
Bella laid beside Renesmee on their large bed in the little cottage that Esme and the others had created for her and Edward to have privacy as they adjusted to married life. Edward’s frame spooned her from behind, and together they watched their little miracle sleep. It was hard to imagine that only a short time had passed since Renesmee was born, and already she resembled a six-year-old. The crisis with the Volturi had come and gone and all of the Cullen’s’ had settled into a normal routine again, or as normal as one that any of them had ever had.
She watched Renesmee’s eyes move beneath the nearly translucent skin covering her chocolate brown orbs and whispered to Edward, “I wonder what she’s dreaming about?”
“Hmm…I don’t know.” Edward whispered back as he peered over Bella to gaze at Renesmee.
Renesmee was oblivious to her parents’ whispered comments, all her focus caught up in the wonderful dream she was having.
*It was a bright, sunny day, and almost unheard of occasion for Forks, Washington, and she was running through the woods lining the Cullen property, gleefully laughing as she dashed in and out of the trees, as her Jacob, in his wolf form, chased after her. Playing tag with Jacob after they had hunted had quickly become her most favorite game of all. She bounded out from behind a tree where she had been hiding, thinking she had lost him, only to have Jacob jump directly into her path. He then proceeded to give her face a serious licking, making her break into giggles, that quickly became laughter, as she threw her arms around Jacob and hugged him. *
Renesmee let out a gleeful laugh in the middle of her slumber, causing both Bella and Edward to chuckle in response. Then, as clear as day, their daughter let out a big sigh and said, “My Jacob.”
Edward groaned and rolled onto his back, and Bella giggled in response to his reaction. She rolled over toward him, laying her head on his chest, and immediately felt his arms go around her. “Is it too much of a father to ask that their little girl dreams about him, instead of a mongrel?”
“No, it’s not,” Bella assured him, “I’m sure you are the focus of many of her dreams, Edward. It just isn’t this one.”
“Hmmph...” Edward was not sure he believed what she said, but decided to let it go, as a long night awaited them, and there were other more pleasant things for him to think about than his daughter dreaming about Jacob Black.
Story Title: An almost forgotten lullaby
Character/Relationships: Jacob Black, Sarah Black, brief mention of Jake/Bella
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
He dreams of her at night, though he can never actually remember what it is he dreams.
His dreams are just like those of other people, a collection of moments put together in such a way they don’t actually make sense anymore. He dreams of nothing and everything at the same time; he dreams of moments in his life he’s actually forgotten, and he dreams of moments he knows he’s never remembered. Fragments and seconds of his life, put together in such a way that they might mean something or they might mean nothing at all. Remembered moments, thought they are few, and told moments, those that his father used to tell him of. His dreams make up stories around the photographs he used to watch all the time. In his dreams he knows everything, even the things he doesn’t know when he’s awake.
He dreams of her just being there by his side, he dreams of the games she might have played with him, dreams of the stories she might have told. One moment she is chasing him in the garden the next she is making diner for the family. There is no sequence in the moments, no logicality behind it, but it’s a dream, and it’s not supposed to make sense. Then there’s a song, an almost forgotten lullaby, which she sings to him; a song she used to sing for him, this he knows, for it is one of the few things he actually remembers about her. He dreams of her following him at the beach, and though he grows older every time he dreams of it the moment never changes, she is in the end always the same.
She’s always close enough to touch but never quite close enough to feel.
He wants to say the words he’s longed to say for years, he wants to say ‘I love you mom’ and ‘I’ve missed you so much.’ He wants to tell her of the adventures he and his friends have gotten into, of being a werewolf. He wants to tell her about Bella and the way she makes him feel, he wants to tell her how it felt the moment he realized Bella had chosen him. He wants to ask her where it is that she went and he wants to ask her to please come back, even if he knows she’ll never be able to. There are a million things he wants to say to her, things he’s longed to say for years. But the words never leave his mouth, his voice is non-existent; there is no sound, except for the song, and all those words that might have mattered are never said out loud.
It doesn’t matter anyway; after all it is just a dream.
Dreams are fleeting in existence that is their nature, they can disappear within seconds, in those few seconds right after you wake up you might remember them, but then they are going. Sometimes they leave fragments behind; sometimes those make less sense than the actual dream. Dreams fade away, they are stored in the corners of his mind (his memory), those corners that can never quite be reached, memories that can never be remembered.
When Jake wakes up in the morning all he’ll remember is a soft voice singing an almost forgotten lullaby.
Story Title: Best friend’s duty
Character/Relationships: Seth/Jacob
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
They kissed a lot. Every time all they did was kiss. At their respective homes, deep in the woods, above the cliff, in the ocean below the cliff; everywhere. And then he’d wake up.
It didn’t matter he was going through his teenage years or how wild and vivid the fantasies he had while he was awake were, his dreams would always have this innocent feel and they wouldn’t go beyond kissing. Or maybe they would if he didn’t wake up right before getting to the good part.
Yeap, it was definitely one of the worst moments of Seth’s day: opening his eyes and realizing it had all been a dream, that his best friend was still exactly that: a friend, and that it couldn’t be any other way.
To know Jacob and him could not be anything more than friends was one thing, to have it confirmed over and over was something else entirely. It’s not like Jacob knew what he was doing, as he told Seth about his movie night with Bella or when he went to him for comfort after she once again picked Edward over him. It’s not like he had any idea of the pain his words were inflicting on his best friend every time her name escaped his lips.
Embry was the only one who knew about Seth’s unrequited crush on Jacob and his advice had been simple: “You either tell him or put some distance between the two of you, you can’t keep getting hurt like that,” he’d said, and Seth had been so set on taking his advice either way so many times but he never did.
Every time he believed to have found the right words to tell him he’d never reject him if he kissed him, to tell him loving him would truly be as easy as breathing, he realized he just couldn’t do it.
How could he, when his best friend needed a shoulder to cry on? How could he tell him not to talk to him about what had him so upset? And it always ended up to one thing: Seth would comfort him and tell him it would all be better soon, and Jacob would never guess what his friend felt about him.
The whole thing made Embry upset. He’d lecture Jacob about his unhealthy crush on Bella and suggest to look for someone he had more things in common with, maybe someone within the reservation. He’d also lecture Seth about his willingness to have his heart thorn to pieces by comforting Jacob every time Bella let him down.
But Seth’s view on the matter was entirely different. To him, it was best friend’s duty to be there when needed, never mind the pain it might cause. So he’d listen to Jacob and comfort him and in the night, when he was alone in his bed, he’d dream of him once again. There he could truly make Jacob his and, at least ‘till he woke up, he could forget all about his duty and lose himself in the warm and reassuring, though imaginary and unreal, feel of Jacob’s lips.
Story Title: Stupid Bella
Character/Relationships: Jessica Stanley/Edward Cullen/Bella Swan
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Warnings: The daydreams of an average teenage girl, so mild sexual content. And I can’t remember if Jessica was in Biology with Edward & Bella (plus I’m too lazy to look it up), but for the sake of this story they are, so it’s AU if they weren’t in the class together.
Something passed me, a blurred figure traveling faster than my mind could process. Faster than my eyes could detect. The thump of my hurried heartbeat was the only thing that I could hear. A stillness and silence lingered in the forrest and I didn’t quite know how to react. I knew I wasn’t alone, but I was too afraid to find the other person, or maybe the other creature.
Suddenly, the blurry figure zipped by me again, creating a gust of air that rustled the hair that laid casually over my shoulders. The air was colder when he was around.
Leaves rustled in the distance and I could hear voices. Though I was frozen from fright, I managed to somehow move just a bit to find the source of the noise.
There he stood, stunning as the sun shone on his bare chest. Edward Cullen. I’d never seen him in the sunlight before and his pale skin practically sparkled.
“Jessica.” He approached me, offering his hand. “You don’t realize how long I’ve been waiting for you. I love you”
I couldn’t move. My knees were jelly and my mouth was open so wide from the shock, it could have caught flies. Gently, he placed his hand that he once offered to me, under my chin beginning to close the gap between us.
“Oh, Jessica. Jessica. Jessica,” He moaned my name repeatedly as his hands were now all over my body and mine mirrored his movements. Across the lean muscles taut on his chest, then arms.
“Jessica. Jessica. Jessica,” He continued to repeat as we began to kiss, his lips dancing with mine.
“Jessica. Jessica. Miss Stanley!” In that instant I was jarred from my reverie by the screeching of Mr. Banner.
No longer in the forrest, twenty-five faces stared, laughing, as I was laying in a puddle of my own drool on the lab table in Biology class at Forks High.
“Sorry,” I squeaked out.
Immediately, I looked at Edward Cullen, as if he were able to know what I was thinking he grinned an all-knowing smug grin that made me want to hit him.
The I looked at Bella. Stupid Bella sitting next to him, trying to hide her grin too. I wanted to hit them both. Smack the smugness from their faces. They deserved each other, Stupid Bella and Edward.
I sat up and huffed as I then pretended to be interested in biology and not Edward Cullen and Stupid Bella.
Character/Relationships: Rosalie
Rating: M
Warnings: Adult language and situations
My heart raced in my chest as he made his way up along my body. His long, soft fingers ghosted along my thighs as it pushed the silky fabric of my black baby doll skirt up higher. I moan as his lips brush along my throat.
I can hear him chuckle, making me open my eyes to look at him. “Relax Rosie, it’s just me,” he whispers as he expertly removes the little pair of panties that barely kept me hidden from him.
I want him so much that my body aches and my heart cries for him. But I know this is wrong. We were wrong. We were never meant to be. He was a stubborn, pompous ass. He liked classical music and reading. I was high maintenance, bitchy and loved fast cars.
We would never work.
His lips met with mine, the feel and taste of his tongue bringing me out of my thoughts and back to him. I arch my back and moan as he thrusts inside of me, making the ache for him that much stronger.
“Holy Shit!” I yell, sitting up fast in bed and gasping for air. Edward? I had a sex dream about Edward freaking Cullen?!
I flop back onto bed and sigh. Maybe opposites do attract. Either way, I need to see how that dream ended, I thought with wry smile as I drift back to bed.
Story Title: Sweet Dreams
Character/Relationships: Renesmee
Rating: PG
Warning N/A
Bella laid beside Renesmee on their large bed in the little cottage that Esme and the others had created for her and Edward to have privacy as they adjusted to married life. Edward’s frame spooned her from behind, and together they watched their little miracle sleep. It was hard to imagine that only a short time had passed since Renesmee was born, and already she resembled a six-year-old. The crisis with the Volturi had come and gone and all of the Cullen’s’ had settled into a normal routine again, or as normal as one that any of them had ever had.
She watched Renesmee’s eyes move beneath the nearly translucent skin covering her chocolate brown orbs and whispered to Edward, “I wonder what she’s dreaming about?”
“Hmm…I don’t know.” Edward whispered back as he peered over Bella to gaze at Renesmee.
Renesmee was oblivious to her parents’ whispered comments, all her focus caught up in the wonderful dream she was having.
*It was a bright, sunny day, and almost unheard of occasion for Forks, Washington, and she was running through the woods lining the Cullen property, gleefully laughing as she dashed in and out of the trees, as her Jacob, in his wolf form, chased after her. Playing tag with Jacob after they had hunted had quickly become her most favorite game of all. She bounded out from behind a tree where she had been hiding, thinking she had lost him, only to have Jacob jump directly into her path. He then proceeded to give her face a serious licking, making her break into giggles, that quickly became laughter, as she threw her arms around Jacob and hugged him. *
Renesmee let out a gleeful laugh in the middle of her slumber, causing both Bella and Edward to chuckle in response. Then, as clear as day, their daughter let out a big sigh and said, “My Jacob.”
Edward groaned and rolled onto his back, and Bella giggled in response to his reaction. She rolled over toward him, laying her head on his chest, and immediately felt his arms go around her. “Is it too much of a father to ask that their little girl dreams about him, instead of a mongrel?”
“No, it’s not,” Bella assured him, “I’m sure you are the focus of many of her dreams, Edward. It just isn’t this one.”
“Hmmph...” Edward was not sure he believed what she said, but decided to let it go, as a long night awaited them, and there were other more pleasant things for him to think about than his daughter dreaming about Jacob Black.
Story Title: An almost forgotten lullaby
Character/Relationships: Jacob Black, Sarah Black, brief mention of Jake/Bella
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
He dreams of her at night, though he can never actually remember what it is he dreams.
His dreams are just like those of other people, a collection of moments put together in such a way they don’t actually make sense anymore. He dreams of nothing and everything at the same time; he dreams of moments in his life he’s actually forgotten, and he dreams of moments he knows he’s never remembered. Fragments and seconds of his life, put together in such a way that they might mean something or they might mean nothing at all. Remembered moments, thought they are few, and told moments, those that his father used to tell him of. His dreams make up stories around the photographs he used to watch all the time. In his dreams he knows everything, even the things he doesn’t know when he’s awake.
He dreams of her just being there by his side, he dreams of the games she might have played with him, dreams of the stories she might have told. One moment she is chasing him in the garden the next she is making diner for the family. There is no sequence in the moments, no logicality behind it, but it’s a dream, and it’s not supposed to make sense. Then there’s a song, an almost forgotten lullaby, which she sings to him; a song she used to sing for him, this he knows, for it is one of the few things he actually remembers about her. He dreams of her following him at the beach, and though he grows older every time he dreams of it the moment never changes, she is in the end always the same.
She’s always close enough to touch but never quite close enough to feel.
He wants to say the words he’s longed to say for years, he wants to say ‘I love you mom’ and ‘I’ve missed you so much.’ He wants to tell her of the adventures he and his friends have gotten into, of being a werewolf. He wants to tell her about Bella and the way she makes him feel, he wants to tell her how it felt the moment he realized Bella had chosen him. He wants to ask her where it is that she went and he wants to ask her to please come back, even if he knows she’ll never be able to. There are a million things he wants to say to her, things he’s longed to say for years. But the words never leave his mouth, his voice is non-existent; there is no sound, except for the song, and all those words that might have mattered are never said out loud.
It doesn’t matter anyway; after all it is just a dream.
Dreams are fleeting in existence that is their nature, they can disappear within seconds, in those few seconds right after you wake up you might remember them, but then they are going. Sometimes they leave fragments behind; sometimes those make less sense than the actual dream. Dreams fade away, they are stored in the corners of his mind (his memory), those corners that can never quite be reached, memories that can never be remembered.
When Jake wakes up in the morning all he’ll remember is a soft voice singing an almost forgotten lullaby.
Story Title: Best friend’s duty
Character/Relationships: Seth/Jacob
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
They kissed a lot. Every time all they did was kiss. At their respective homes, deep in the woods, above the cliff, in the ocean below the cliff; everywhere. And then he’d wake up.
It didn’t matter he was going through his teenage years or how wild and vivid the fantasies he had while he was awake were, his dreams would always have this innocent feel and they wouldn’t go beyond kissing. Or maybe they would if he didn’t wake up right before getting to the good part.
Yeap, it was definitely one of the worst moments of Seth’s day: opening his eyes and realizing it had all been a dream, that his best friend was still exactly that: a friend, and that it couldn’t be any other way.
To know Jacob and him could not be anything more than friends was one thing, to have it confirmed over and over was something else entirely. It’s not like Jacob knew what he was doing, as he told Seth about his movie night with Bella or when he went to him for comfort after she once again picked Edward over him. It’s not like he had any idea of the pain his words were inflicting on his best friend every time her name escaped his lips.
Embry was the only one who knew about Seth’s unrequited crush on Jacob and his advice had been simple: “You either tell him or put some distance between the two of you, you can’t keep getting hurt like that,” he’d said, and Seth had been so set on taking his advice either way so many times but he never did.
Every time he believed to have found the right words to tell him he’d never reject him if he kissed him, to tell him loving him would truly be as easy as breathing, he realized he just couldn’t do it.
How could he, when his best friend needed a shoulder to cry on? How could he tell him not to talk to him about what had him so upset? And it always ended up to one thing: Seth would comfort him and tell him it would all be better soon, and Jacob would never guess what his friend felt about him.
The whole thing made Embry upset. He’d lecture Jacob about his unhealthy crush on Bella and suggest to look for someone he had more things in common with, maybe someone within the reservation. He’d also lecture Seth about his willingness to have his heart thorn to pieces by comforting Jacob every time Bella let him down.
But Seth’s view on the matter was entirely different. To him, it was best friend’s duty to be there when needed, never mind the pain it might cause. So he’d listen to Jacob and comfort him and in the night, when he was alone in his bed, he’d dream of him once again. There he could truly make Jacob his and, at least ‘till he woke up, he could forget all about his duty and lose himself in the warm and reassuring, though imaginary and unreal, feel of Jacob’s lips.
Story Title: Stupid Bella
Character/Relationships: Jessica Stanley/Edward Cullen/Bella Swan
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Warnings: The daydreams of an average teenage girl, so mild sexual content. And I can’t remember if Jessica was in Biology with Edward & Bella (plus I’m too lazy to look it up), but for the sake of this story they are, so it’s AU if they weren’t in the class together.
Something passed me, a blurred figure traveling faster than my mind could process. Faster than my eyes could detect. The thump of my hurried heartbeat was the only thing that I could hear. A stillness and silence lingered in the forrest and I didn’t quite know how to react. I knew I wasn’t alone, but I was too afraid to find the other person, or maybe the other creature.
Suddenly, the blurry figure zipped by me again, creating a gust of air that rustled the hair that laid casually over my shoulders. The air was colder when he was around.
Leaves rustled in the distance and I could hear voices. Though I was frozen from fright, I managed to somehow move just a bit to find the source of the noise.
There he stood, stunning as the sun shone on his bare chest. Edward Cullen. I’d never seen him in the sunlight before and his pale skin practically sparkled.
“Jessica.” He approached me, offering his hand. “You don’t realize how long I’ve been waiting for you. I love you”
I couldn’t move. My knees were jelly and my mouth was open so wide from the shock, it could have caught flies. Gently, he placed his hand that he once offered to me, under my chin beginning to close the gap between us.
“Oh, Jessica. Jessica. Jessica,” He moaned my name repeatedly as his hands were now all over my body and mine mirrored his movements. Across the lean muscles taut on his chest, then arms.
“Jessica. Jessica. Jessica,” He continued to repeat as we began to kiss, his lips dancing with mine.
“Jessica. Jessica. Miss Stanley!” In that instant I was jarred from my reverie by the screeching of Mr. Banner.
No longer in the forrest, twenty-five faces stared, laughing, as I was laying in a puddle of my own drool on the lab table in Biology class at Forks High.
“Sorry,” I squeaked out.
Immediately, I looked at Edward Cullen, as if he were able to know what I was thinking he grinned an all-knowing smug grin that made me want to hit him.
The I looked at Bella. Stupid Bella sitting next to him, trying to hide her grin too. I wanted to hit them both. Smack the smugness from their faces. They deserved each other, Stupid Bella and Edward.
I sat up and huffed as I then pretended to be interested in biology and not Edward Cullen and Stupid Bella.