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Safe Harbour

Chapter 7: It's Okay

I can hear the most beautiful voice murmuring sweet, soft words. I think he's also saying my name. I want to hear it more clearly though; I want to wake up.

"Edward,"…. "Can…hear…?"…"Edward,"….

Slowly, I try to open my eyes, needing to see the face to match the voice. Eventually, I'm successful and my eye lids lift. I blink continuously, grasping for my bearings.

What the fuck happened?

A lovely, deep chuckle interrupts my musings and I turn my head, noticing only then that I'm being held tightly with my back leant against a wall and my face pushed into a strong, hard chest.

I gasp, suddenly frightened.

Wriggling furiously I attempt to push this man away from me; why was Demetri holding me?

Had I actually gone back to him?

Managing to push the man away far enough to see him, I gasp again, taking in his height once again, but then finally realising that it's…Emmett?

I am so confused.

Furrowing my brows, I take a deep breath.

"Emmett?" I whisper, my confusion obvious as I look at him for answers.

But as I lift my eyes to meet his, I'm shocked. His face looks so devastated.

Is it because of what happened? Whatever it was that made me…faint? Or was it because I had pushed him away from me? His eyes trained on the floor, he cleared his throat. "You um…you kinda' passed out or fainted I guess…when we were kissing," he chuckled nervously as he ran a hand through his hair, "Although I've had my compliments, I've never been known to be that good before…"

Shifting from foot to foot, he pushes his hands into his pockets. "I'm um," – looking anywhere but at me, one of his hands stroke the back of his neck, "I'm sorry if I scared you or something…I was just…when you fainted, you kinda' just fell and I needed to lean you against the wall…I didn't- um I didn't mean to intimidate or scare you or anything… I just…yeah."

Finally meeting my eyes, he sighs and then cautiously holds his hand out between us, for me to take. I'm silent as I consider how similar it would be to a person holding their hand out to a dangerous animal. But then I correct myself; it's more like someone trying to help a scared, timid kitten or puppy.

He was being cautious…timid…and he wanted to help me.

I feel my shoulders sink as I exhale and any anxiety evaporates from my body.

He's nothing like Demetri.

It's Emmett.

Remember?...

I can feel myself smile as my mind rewinds and then fast forwards through everything that happened in the club after I met him. How nice and funny and caring he was. How understanding he was right from the beginning. Giving me (a stranger) a hug just because he knew something had happened in my life…something that caused me to ultimately (and unknowingly) need a hug from a complete stranger.

And then as we all sat down; he knew it would make me more comfortable if I sat next to Riley, at least at first.

My smile froze and my eyes widened as I remembered our little make-out session in the club, and then our subsequent kiss outside it, just before I had fainted. Shit.

I'd obviously been too preoccupied to waste time…breathing!

How embarrassing…

Just as Emmett's hand twitched the slightest bit, most probably about to move it back; without thinking, I grabbed his hand in mine, pulled him closer and lunged.

Literally jumping into his open and ready arms, and wrapping my legs around his waist, I attacked him. My mouth finds his as my lips lick, suck, and nibble on his. He groans loudly as he exhales into my mouth; the surprise of my forwardness is apparent. Taking a couple of steps he moves us so that my back is against the wall again, only this time I yearn for it.

I don't know whether I'm still tipsy or drunk…or just drunk on him…on Emmett. But as my back lightly scratches against the brick, I crave this hunger he has for me. This utter want and need that is obviously completely mutual. It's so fucking addicting!

As one hand grasps my ass cheek, the right one is on my head; his fingers grasping my hair as he guides my face – and ultimately my mouth – closer to his. Plunging his tongue into my mouth, only to dig up my own tongue so that he can suck on it, I moan loudly.

When his hand holds my ass still against him, I realise I've been grinding into him. And I want to, no, need to keep going. "Emmett…" I moan into his ear, silently pleading for more.

He groans as he lets go of my face, placing both hands under my ass, holding me up and against his body. I'm squished so tightly between him and the wall that I can feel his hardness. I moan quietly, "You're hard for me?" I whisper, looking up and into his dark, seemingly hungry eyes.

He shifts his body and rolls his eyes. "Of fucking course I'm hard for you. Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

He smiles beautiful as I chuckle and feel my cheeks warm up. "You're fucking beautiful Edward. And not just on the outside." He winks with a grin.

He thinks I'm beautiful…

Loosening his hold, he lets me down. But as soon as my feet are planted on the ground, his chest is against mine and my back is to the wall. Tentatively, slowly and oh so gently, his fingers wrap around my neck; cradling my face as his lips meet mine so softly, I believe I could melt.

Experiencing the most; softest, slowest and enjoyable kiss yet; my eyes start to water.

No!

Can't show emotions! No emotions! Don't fucking cry!

I gasp into the kiss as the words ring through my mind like a caution announcement. The words that kept me on my toes with De-.. No!

Emmett's different.

I give up and let go, allowing the kiss to do as its doing and overwhelm me completely. I've never been kissed like this before…ever…

But he pulls back sharply, still holding onto my face as his eyes try to find mine. I'm a coward and look anywhere but.

I can feel my cheeks though; they're wet. What's the point in hiding my eyes when it's so fucking obvious I'm crying like…like a…cry baby!

"Edward?" he asks, his deep husky voice doing things to me and my body. "Edward? Are you…crying?" His voice drops, reaching a high pitch on the last word.

I sigh as I look up at him, resignation filling me.

Jumping back from me, his face changes through so many expressions, it distracts me by how hurt I am. He can't stand me and my crying, I think. It's not like I could help it!

You did with Demetri.

Yes but this is a million times better. All of Demetri's kisses put together don't even reach a division of the amount of utter pleasure that that kiss did just then. Emmett's kiss.

I nod slowly at Emmett, "I'm sorry," I whisper, trying to gather motivation to leave and go home. "I should um…I should go now…"

"But you-"

"No, it's okay, I get it. I cry, you lose interest. It's fine, forget it ever happened and we'll call it a night."

As each word leaves my mouth, they taste disgusting. I didn't want to just 'call it a night'. I wanted many nights, kissing him, touching him…even crying, just because the kiss was so fucking good…

As I made my move to walk away he yelled, "No!"

Shocked, I look back at him.

Making a big leap, and standing right in front of me, he once again holds my face in his big, strong hands. "You're not leaving until you tell me why you were crying. Did I do something? 'Cuz if I did, I'm sorry Edward, I'm so sorry." He looks so apologetic as his eyes squint and he shakes his head.

I shake my head, "No. I don't even have that excuse."

"What?" his confusion is evident with his adorably furrowed brows and scrunched nose. He even tips his head to the side, like a confused puppy.

Sighing, I look up at the sky. "I was crying because I was so overwhelmed by how good that kiss was. I never…that kiss…I've never…the best…argg!" I shake my head again, trying to get my words straight; I finally look into his eyes. "That was the best kiss I've ever had in my life and it overwhelmed me to the point of crying. And I'm sorry."

I take a breath. Now that wasn't so fucking hard. Why couldn't I do that the first time?

He, almost…growls? "Don't ever fucking apologise for crying Edward. You got me? I don't care what it's about, it's okay to cry."

He wraps his arms around my waist. "Having said that; I never want to cause you to cry because I've hurt you." The seriousness left his face as he smiled, "If however, you find my kissing abilities capable of causing you to either faint or cry in happiness, then go for it!"

I chuckle at him and he joins in.

"But let's keep the fainting to a minimum alright? You really kinda' scared me there for a second."

Sniffling, I nod as my eyes meet his and he wipes my tear-stained cheeks with his fingers. Pulling me in for a tight hug, he murmurs, "It's okay to cry, never forget that. Okay?"

I smile, "Okay."

"Plus, that kiss was pretty fucking good. Definitely my best as well."

I grin as I'm pretty sure he just smelled and kissed the top of my head.

A/N:

Last thing you cried about?

A couple of months ago I had my Tragess pierced, and it was a little infected…however my brother and I were wrestling around recently, and he knocked it really fucking hard. I ultimately cut it off myself and now all is good :)

Thanks for reading!