You, Me, A Rebellion

EPOV

I swear, I don't know how it happened. I didn't plan it, I don't even know it happened. I hadn't had any dreams that could have instigated it. But I woke up, and she was less than an inch away from my face, her lips only two inches from mine, her little body pressed against me. I had an arm slung casually around her waist and one of her hands was resting on my hip. You don't get any prizes for guessing what woke her up.

I forgot where I was, who she was, what we were going to be to one another - the fact is, I'm only human, it was morning, and I had a very hot girl in my arms. I automatically nuzzled her neck, brushing my lips over her pulse point and pulling her closer. Her eyes flew open like she'd been shot. She gazed at me for half a second, glanced down, saw the tent in my jeans and leapt to her feet.

"What the hell, Emmett!" she shouted, glaring.

"Oh, shit, Bella, I am so sorry! I swear, I didn't think, it just kinda happened!"

"What, it's normal for you to wake up with an erection pressing into a girls stomach and kissing her neck?"

"Bella, I was half-asleep, and I had a ho - I had a girl in my arms and I just reacted!" Shit. And of course she's noticed.

"What were you going to say there?"

"Nothing," I mutter, jumping up. "Doesn't matter."

"Oh no, you don't, Emmett. Start talking, fast."

"I was going to say 'I woke up with a hot girl in my arms.' Are you happy now?" Her jaw is practically on the floor. She closes it, opens it again, but we get interrupted.

She was taken away, questioned. When she came back, she was pale. She was defiant with the man who brought her back, swearing fit to bust. But when he'd gone, when we'd listened to his footsteps recede and fade, when we knew we were alone, she slid down the wall, and hid her face from me. She didn't make a sound, nor did she move for hours. It was dark outside the window when she stirred. I spoke for the first time, my throat hoarse.

"Bella?"

"They've killed my father. My brother is now a wanted man."

"I'm sorry, Bella." Silence. Clearly, that wasn't what she wanted me to say. "I didn't know you had a brother."

"I do - or I did. Depends really, on whether or not he's still alive. They wanted to know if I knew where he'd go. Thing is, I don't."

"But you know what he's doing."

"Naturally. They shot my father when they couldn't find him. I'm guessing they know what my family is by now."

"Then why didn't they take you?"

"I'm just a woman, Emmett. What would I know?"

They give us dinner. It takes me a while to realise we haven't been fed for three days. Bella attacks her food then turns wickedly glinting eyes on me.

"I haven't forgotten you know, Emmett. About earlier."

"What are you talking about?" I feign ignorance, gazing back at her. She ambles over to me, whispers in my ear, just like yesterday . Except this time, she isn't doing it to tell me about aplot to take over the world.

"Oh, you know, Emmett McCarty. You think I'm hot. You got a little carried away this morning, then told me it was because you had a hot girl in your arms." I take her chin in my thumb and forefinger, pinching slightly.

"It was a contributing factor." She looks right at me, no sign of any emotion on her face. Then she smiles - and I get the feeling that this is what a rabbit feels like just before the fox pounces.

"Oh, really? Well I guess the fact that you think I'm hot will help in this arrangement."

"I guess it could. You know what else might help?" I seize her by the waist and drag her impossibly close, perching her on my lap. She looks momentarily shocked, arching her back to get away, but I put my lips against her ear, whispering, feeling her shiver at my breath on her neck.

BPOV

God damn, I'm in serious trouble. I'm playing this game. He isn't supposed to not only play back but play better. His lips at my ear, his breath on my neck, one hand at my waist, the other tangled gently in my hair, making sure I stay where I am. I daren't even think about our position.

And my traitorous body decides it likes this a lot. And when he whispers, I not only shudder, I damn well moan.

"It might help if I tasted you, Isabella." And, I moan, he smiles - feel his lips curve at my ear and then those lips are on mine, kissing me in hot flurry of teasing desire. I feel the desire ricochet through me and I kiss him back. His tongue traces my lips and invades me. I surrender. And the surrender feels good, especially when he licks, just gently, along the tip of my tongue, drawing into his mouth, sucking the tip just gently.

He lets me go, eyes gleaming. I'm a little dazed, and my breath comes in gasps.

"I can play too, Isabella."

A/N: Just a nice little bit of teasing to lighten the mood just a tiny bit. In the next chapter, it is all going to kick off… Reviews, please? They make the updates come quicker... and they make Emmett just that little bit more playful ;)