Author's Note: I do not own anything Twilight related, SM does.

Hello everyone!

Firstly, I want to thank all of you who review – it really does encourage me and keeps me writing.

Secondly, I should have mentioned this before, but I do suffer from migraines – sometimes once or twice a month. But recently I've been having them every weekend… so until further notice I think it is just best to say that I will update when I can.

Real life is quite stressful atm.

Though in saying all of that, I do promise to try to update once a week. If you get more than one, you're very lucky chickens :)

I will aim for longer next time because this is shorter than I wanted. However I felt the need to hurry up and update and let you all know that I will update when I can.

Lastly, I hope you like this chapter.

Safe Harbour

Chapter 12: Anticipation and Excitement

Safety. Warmth.

Comfort and perfection.

This is what I feel as I wake up.

Taking a minute for my eyes to fully open, they eventually scan the room and deter where exactly I am. It doesn't take me long to realise and remember that I am in Emmett's childhood bedroom, lying on my side and wrapped up in his huge, warm arms.

I love his arms…

He's lying behind me and my back is curved and nestled in the comfort of his chest and shoulders. His right hand rests perfectly on my chest - where my heart is – while his left arm supports my head like a pillow.

No one else has ever made me feel so safe before. Ever. I'd thought that after being with Demetri, I would find it really hard to trust someone with anything, let alone my…heart. But with Emmett, I knew I trusted him, even now; so soon.

We'd only just met the night before and that fact still boggled my mind.

I felt like I knew him so well already.

But it's not like you just hooked up last night. You had actual conversations yesterday and today, you do kinda' know him…

And not only did I trust him completely, but I knew I was already starting to feel something for him. I mean I was obviously attracted to him, and he seemed to be attracted to me. But there was just something about him, something that kept me interested and always left me wanting more; whether it was lusting after his body or needing to know more about him. I now knew most of the basics already, like his; future career choice, favourite bands and movies, favourite colour – green – and celebrity crush – Tom Welling (which we both agreed on wholeheartedly). I also knew that he had a knack for wanting to help people.

It's as if, it's in his nature to make people feel better about themselves. Whether it was to distract them, or make them laugh, or let them speak out about their problems and lending his ears; he was always there.

The thing was, I wanted to know more. I wanted to know his habits, both annoying and cute. I wanted to know his favourite meal for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I wanted to know whether he snored or not when sleeping. I wanted to know how he got the scar on the left side of his neck. I wanted to know why he was interested in me at all when he was so beautiful…so perfect.

Most importantly, I wanted to know what it would be like to be in a relationship with him. Not just to be in a healthy relationship – which is what I really need – but a relationship with him specifically.

Suddenly I am pulled out of my internal rant and I feel him shift ever so slightly. Answering one of the questions on my 'must know' mental list about Emmett, he starts to snore quietly against the back of my neck and in my hair.

God he's so cute…

I can't imagine him having an annoying habit, I'm sure I'll think everything he does is adorable.

Turning my body really slowly, his hold loosens a little bit and I am now facing his chest.

I love his chest.

Lying like this, feeling so happy just because I'm lying in a bed with him; it causes me to imagine.

To imagine what it would be like to wake up to him in the mornings if we were together as a couple. If it was anything like this…I'd be the happiest man alive.

I smile as his mouth pouts a tiny bit before he snores again.

Pushing my face in his warm, bare chest, I try to stifle my quiet laughter.

Wrapping my left arm around his waist I pull him closer as I push, connecting our bodies.

This makes him pull me into him as well, but I don't know if he's still sleeping or not.

Hearing a couple of more snores, I know he's not. I'm able to crane my neck over his shoulder so that my eyes can make out the time on his digital clock.

3:19pm

Figuring at least a few more minutes would be alright, and Emmett seems comfortable; I lay my head back on his arm and into his neck, his lips resting on my forehead.

Before I drift off once more, I feel the softest pressure of his warm lips.

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I wake up once again, only it isn't because of an abundance of good feelings; a more specific sensation, or touch has awoken me.

Something light and gentle strokes my cheek, neck, shoulder and arm, back and forth. I think I pout as I almost don't want to open my eyes; just in case I am in fact dreaming.

When the motion continues but falters slightly as I hear a throaty chuckle, I decide to chance it. Lifting my lids slowly, I take in the sight before me. On his hands and knees; Emmett is hovering over me completely. His legs on either side of my waist as he leans on his forearms which are placed either side of my head. I find the culprit of said specific sensation as my eyes take in his head moving down my arm slowly, and up again.

I watch him with a sleepy smile as his hair continues to tickle and tease my skin; the only thing on him that is actually touching me.

I think I moan.

He chuckles and lifts his head to look into my eyes.

"I'd say 'good morning', but in this situation I guess it's, 'good evening', baby."

Emmett's voice is deep and sexy, most probably due to his recent sleep.

My heart stutters at his term of endearment.

A shy smile greets him, "Good evening…"

An involuntary need causes me to stretch as I try to wake up completely.

He groans.

My hands instinctively find his hair while my eyes are still closed. I smile as he lets me pull his head down to me. Just as his nose is touching mine, I open my eyes.

"I don't care if either of us have bad breath, kiss m-" he cuts me off with his mouth.

Pressing his lips to mine, he hooks his hands under my shoulders and finally lays himself down on top of me. I love the feeling of him on top of me. In his bed. The fact that it's his childhood bed makes it seem special.

"Tell me if I'm too hea-" he's mumbling against my mouth, so I tell him to shut up as I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down further, now lying on me with his complete weight as my lips and tongue reach for his. I moan softly as he slides his tongue between my lips and inside my mouth.

Our breaths and the meeting of our lips are the only thing I can hear as we continue to kiss. Not deepening it at all, we lick and suck and nibble each other; savouring each other's delicious taste. I love the feel of his tongue, next to mine, in my mouth, licking my lips. And I love his lips, so soft against mine, nibbling on mine, sucking on my tongue. I can't get enough of him, and although I want to do more; if all we could ever do was kiss, I'd be a happy man.

I whine as he pulls away slightly.

He chuckles, "Edward," he says in his deep sexy voice, "I love kissing you."

I smile like a loved up girl, "I love kissing you too."

He smiles back, running his nose along my face, breathing in deeply. Shifting his legs so that they are either side of me, I can suddenly feel how much he loves kissing me.

"Oh fuck Em…"

"Mmm…you feeling me?" he laughs.

"Yes," I moan as my hips involuntarily thrust up, trying to hump against his engorged jean-clad cock. I continue my movements as he groans loudly and rests his head in my neck. With my hands on his back I move my legs again, so that his are between mine.

Lifting my legs, the heels of my feet rest on his ass, pressing down on him and causing our cocks to make contact.

"Shit!"

His exclamation as he lifts his head encourages and turns me on. Using my feet and hips I continue to thrust up, moaning into his mouth as his tongue slips into mine yet again.

Kissing and humping against something has never felt so fucking good. If we continue for just a little longer, I know I will come. And by the sounds of it, so will he.

"Edward, Edward, oh, oh, fuck…"

"Emmm…"

Suddenly, Emmett lifts himself up, bringing me with him as he kneels on his bed. Wrapping my legs around his waist he thrusts a couple of times up into me as my fingers reach for his hair; pulling his lips to mine.

He shifts again, lying down with me on top of him. I sit up while straddling his cock and his eyes are wide and dark as he looks up at me.

"Edward."

"Yes?"

I'm panting and completely horny. I need some kind of release, and I want it with Emmett. Now.

"I want you to take off your clothes. And then sit on my face. I want you to fuck my mouth baby."

I gasp.

Lemon in the next one! :D

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