Welcome and enjoy! I could no longer hold back on writing something like this.. seeing as they will deny us of it until season 8. Here you go. Comment cuz it's fun.

Lovely

"Did you hear me? I love you Dexter. I'm in love with you."

I can practically hear her heart beating. Like if she was holding it in her hands, displaying it for me. The most vulnerable I've ever seen her in her life. She's just standing there, trying not to cry, being the Deb I know and love. Ever so strong and yet so, see through. Staring at me. Questioning me. What can I say? This is not just any woman, she's Debra. My sister.. My..

"Jesus Dex please say something? You know anything! Just... Please say something.."

Her eyes start darting from my eyes to my lips. She's trembling, and she's hesitating. This unknown impulse rushes over me and out of nowhere her trembling lips are now mine.

Easy.

Like the first time...

"Deb have you ever been kissed?" She was young and sweet and ever so interesting to me.

"Well duh duffus, I mean.. I am fourteen, Haven't you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, I don't get why anyone would want to. You know? "

"Well because, that's what you do when you like someone. "

That was very vague for seventeen year old Dexter. I had leaned in to kiss her. Her tender soft lips, the only ones that up to that point in my life had looked seemingly appetizing.

Her lips were soft.

"What the hell Dexter?!" She had seemed more surprised then angry. She swiped her lips and pushed me.

"I'm sorry! Sorry Deb! You said.."

"But I'm your sister dumbass. You can't kiss me."

I must have looked pretty confused because she had leaned in close to me and held my hand.

"Dex.. Lets not tell mom and dad about this ok?"

I hadn't. I'd told him I'd kissed a girl before, but not Deb. he'd never know about that little mistake. Normal people don't kiss their sisters...

She moaned as her lips left mine for the fraction of a second I had stopped to reminisce. She tasted like tears now.

I held her head in my hands, a few inches away from mine. Her big teary eyes looked at me, into me. What did she want from me?

"Deb this is.. you're my sister."

They were her words. Her excuse. Not mine.

She exhaled. Relieved? Frustrated? This is new territory I'm standing in. Nothing in Harry's code could have ever prepared me for this. Not that Harry might have ever approved of this. This? What is this?

Her arms wrapped around me as she dug her face in my chest and cried. Sobbed, like if something had broken deep inside her, like when I had saved her from Brian, like when Lundy had died. That kind of crying that sweeps through her in waves, leaving me completely and utterly impotent. Unable to chase away her demons. Unable to calm her. Her embrace tightened around me and I could feel her shake.

"I have fought against this Dex, I really really have. But I can't.. I love you. All of you. I have no fucking clue what to do about it, it's like it eats at me."

She feigns a laugh and pulls away from me and I feel empty for some reason. I feel cold.

She sits on the bed and begins to play with her hands, a nervous habit I know too well.

"You don't have to say that you love me back, or promise me anything crazy or stupid. I just really needed you to know that. I really could not live, if you didn't know that."

We stay in silence. A silence we've shared for so long that it's familiar and comforting. Only now it isn't. Now it's tinted with unsaid feelings and this need for more. More from her. More from me.

I'm lost. Anything and everything I had ever set up as guidelines, rules as to how to behave around Deb. What were they for? She had taught me. Brothers don't kiss their sisters. I'm sure as hell sisters should not fall in love with their brothers. We're no ordinary family though. We're pretty messed up, thanks to dear old dad.

When we were young I hadn't questioned it. She was my sister and Harry was my father, my mentor. My whole life I've protected her. My main job has been to protect her, from me. Now that she knows and she chooses to love me. Why deny myself the pleasure of rejoicing in it. Why not comfort her, the way she wants.

Because she deserves better, that's why.

"I'm no good for you Deb."

"Fuck that Dexter, that is not for you to decide."

I can't say I didn't try. I kneeled in front of her and her still shaking frame. Was I scaring her? I took her head between my hands again, she looked at me. Relieved. I was accepting her. Her dark passenger. I put my forehead against hers and we both sighed. Like this was natural, normal. Her hands lay on my shoulders and slowly massaged circles at the base of my neck as our minds dumped years of rules out. Rules, rules, rules. we've both been slaves to them for too long.

I can feel the warmth of her breath as she gets closer. Sure of herself, of her love for me. For this dark beast. My teeth catch her sweet, soft lower lip and I suck on it gently. Roughly but gently, she exhales. Acceptance.

Her lips crash onto mine almost as if she feared for dear life that I'd let go, that I'd pull away at any moment. Her hands took my neck prisoner and kept me close. But I'm not going anywhere.

I don't understand love. but I know need. The need to satisfy urges, to please. Those are easy. It's what makes us all beasts. Animals. I want to push her down on the bed. Pull that blouse off and observe. Just watch her breath, but I can't. She beats me to it. Her hands rush my shirt off, and her hands explore and caress my torso. She's fast. I don't like it. I've waited too long to rush this. I lay her down and trail rough kisses down her neck. I can feel her pulse quicken there. Her jugular. I take a bite at it and she moans. It sounds great, she really likes it. And I have an urge to please. Her hands begin to loosen buttons off her shirt and it quickly comes off. This is such a new side of Deb. It's such a beautiful side. I pull away and stare for a moment. She shivers at the loss of contact and her eyes look down as if to hide from mine. I lay our chests together and she looks up at me. All I can see in there is the animal. No hesitation. The warmth of her skin excites mine and a grunt accidentally leaves me. Her lips look for mine again and she attacks them hungrily. I can feel her hands run up and down my body, they are fast and motivated. She starts at my pants and I understand the need. I help her lower them.

No kill could ever compare to this. To having the forbidden fruit, the key to acceptance and release. I remember Hannah and I understand. I had wanted Deb all along. She wiggles out of her pants and her beautiful long legs wrap around me. This is it.

"Go." she whispers near my ear.

Go. Escape, bury everything deep within her.

I go.

Her hurried breath echoing in my ear as I thrusted.

"Jesus Debra."

My arm wraps around her back and I hold her tight. My teeth grazing her earlobe. I can feel her move, the hurried swaying of need. Built up and tense. She's like a guitar, tightly strung to the point of breaking.

I drag myself lower onto her chest as my thrusts begin to lose their power. I feel close. So very close. I lay my head on her chest and the sound of her rapidly beating heart marks our pace. She begins to writhe beneath me, her nails digging into my scapula. Her body shakes and convulses until mine finally reaches it's climax. It feels so liberating. Like sex always does, but this time it's different. There was more. The feeling of full release. Of coming full circle. Deb's arms wrap around my head and she kisses me. I can feel the smile on her face without even looking at her. It feels so clean, so normal. To let her hold me, to be with her like this. This vulnerable, naked Dexter. No longer Dexter, her lousy, no good brother. Or Dexter the Bay Harbor Butcher, but Dexter the man she loves.

Can I live up to the expectations? No time for questions now thought.

"Who the fucks out there?" Deb asks leaning on her elbows.

There are voices in the living room.

"Dexter! Dexter! Dexter! Surprise!"