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Any mistakes are my own, and I apologise.

I do not own anything Twilight related, SM does.

Safe Harbour

Previously:

I take a deep breath before shifting down the bed and closer to him again, widening my legs for him.

"I think it's time you get naked now."

His breath hitches.

And that's when I pounce.

Chapter 14: Inconceivable

Friday night continued…

Grasping his wrists with my hands and taking advantage of my legs either side of him for leverage, I use my weight to push his body back; restraining him with my thighs and hands as he lies on his back. My movement has surprised him, and even though I'm nervous now I can't back down. I've never tried to be so dominating before, and I'm finding that I like it. I love the fiery hunger in his eyes as they look up at me, waiting for my command. Waiting for my lead.

Moving his hands with mine, I hook them above his head; his fingers holding on to the headboard. Gliding my fingers slowly; down his wrists, elbows, biceps and shoulders, they still on his nipples as I hold his eyes with mine. "Don't. Move them." I demand. His response is to tighten his hold and nod. The subsequent shiver that runs through his body confounds me. It isn't cold in here at all.

My fingers find their way to the hem of his pants. Unbuttoning and unzipping them are done reasonably quickly considering my nerves and excitement. I haven't paid much attention to the tiny voice in the corner of my mind, asking if I'm ready. Am I ready to have someone else inside me after all this time?

His pants undone, his eyes hold mine as I slowly pull them down enough so that his cock can spring free. Once I know it has, by hearing it slap against his stomach, I'm moving down his body so that I can remove the item off his body completely. Throwing them over my shoulder as I smirk at him, he grins back.

Knowing he is now completely naked, I break away from his hold and shift my eyes to his feet. They follow my fingers as they make their way slowly up his legs. Muscly and lean, I have never seen more beautiful legs before. Slightly on the pale and hairy side, but not too much, I continue to run my fingers along the way.

"You have beautiful legs," I whisper.

He moans deeply.

Gradually making my way up his body with my eyes and fingers, they finally reach the intersection of his strong, muscular thighs. Slowly taking in the sight of him, I think I gasp. With only a spattering of hair surrounding it, his cock lays on his stomach almost reaching his belly button. And he's not even fully hard yet. Fuck, it's huge! Suddenly I'm a little scared.

He chuckles lightly and I look at him.

"Um, thank you?" he says, but it sounds like a question.

Shit, he must be a mind reader!

Or, most likely I just said that out loud…

I clear my throat as I start to touch him there. His breath hitches.

"You're um… pretty big…" I manage.

He "mm's" at me but I think it's because he's distracted by the fingers stroking him tentatively. "Have you ever…done any damage with this thing?" I ask, only half serious. I'm really finding it hard to imagine him fitting inside me.

"No," he replies, holding my eyes captive.

I nod, trying and failing to look away.

He breaks his hold though when I squeeze a little harder; tilting his head back with a moan. I watch my hand as it starts to grasp him, moving up and down, up and down. Running my thumb over the tip makes him gasp. "Edward."

Shifting further up his body, I straddle his groin while I continue to give him a hand job. I think this is only the third time I've given one. I hope it feels good for him. I hope I'm doing it right. I try plucking up some courage when I decide I could ask him.

With my other hand I start to fondle his balls, massaging and pulling at them lightly as my other hand continues its work on his cock. "Does this feel good?" I ask.

"Mmm…fuck yes…so good," he groans.

"Do you like my hands on you? Stroking your hard cock?" It's clear he is completely hard nerves return.

"Yes! I love your hands on me; I love…your… touch."

Since his eyes are already shut, I tell him to keep them that way. He lifts his head at my command as he obeys, keeping them closed. Still sitting upon his lap, I pull my hands away from him. Emmett whines.

"Ssh," I soothe.

He takes a deep breath and it makes me smile.

I pray that he is a well organised male before reaching to slowly and quietly open his bedside drawer. Thanking the heavens above, my fingers hastily grab the small bottle of lube and a couple of condoms; swiftly placing on the bed beside us.

Quietly squirting a little on my fingers, I put the bottle back down. Rubbing the lube gently so that my fingers are coated, I reach for his cock. Wrapping my hand around the base, I slowly glide my hand up; encasing his member with wet heat. A loud, "Mmh!" is his response.

Continuing its movement, my hand gradually increases in speed, however I stop before either of us gets too excited. Emmett groans lightly. "Edward…"

"Yes?"

"May I please open my eyes now?"

Chuckling lightly since I'd forgotten that certain demand, I tell him he can.

His dark eyes meet mine immediately, searching them out as he broadcasts his lusting hunger. Is that gloriously raw expression for me? Is he hungry for…me?

I hated to compare them at a time like this, but I couldn't help it. Demetri never looked at me like Emmett is; never with this amount of want, mixed with…apprehension. Emmett seemed nervous. As if he wanted me, but didn't want to hurt me; didn't want to push too far or too hard. Like…he didn't want to frighten me away. With such a raw and vulnerable appearance, he seemed even more naked now.

Feeling a need to reassure him, I bent my neck forward. Pressing my lips lightly to his and slipping my tongue inside his mouth, I kissed him with such passion that it scared me. How could I feel like this already? I could I honestly feel so connected to someone I had only just met yesterday? It just wasn't possible. Inconceivable.

And yet, my feelings were real. So I continued kissing his lips as my hands move to his thighs. Putting a little pressure on them with my hands, his legs fall down on the mattress; lying straight out in front of him. Placing light, open-mouthed kisses along his stubbly jaw, my tongue peeks out for a few licks here and there.

After a few more to his neck and shoulders and a quick – hopefully undetected – sniff of his lovely hair, I lean back to look down at him.

Blinking a few times, he takes in our position and the fact that I've completely lubed up his cock. "Edward…" he says, swallowing deeply, "We don't have to do it this way. If you're not ready I mean."

I sigh quietly, "I feel ready…to be with you. I want to be with you," my fingers lightly stroke his stomach. "I can handle it."

He smiles, but it's sad. "I don't want you to handle it."

My eyes snap to his, asking a silent question. He shakes his head.

"I mean, I don't want you to have to handle it. I want it to be easy, I want it to feel completely right. What I mean is, I want us to be together as well; but we don't have to do it this way."

I roll my eyes childishly. "You've already given me a blow-job. And I'd rather we had sex. Please."

Chuckling, his eyes meet mine as his nerves show. "That's what I'm saying Edward. We can have sex. Just…the other way around…?"

It takes me a moment and then I can't help but gasp. "You mean…?"

"Yes." He smiles beautifully. "I want you."

The room is silent as I try to take in what he just said. What he suggested we do.

I have only ever been inside someone once. And yes, it was years ago, but I only lasted for a whole minute until I came.

Abandoning my demand to keep his hands on the headboard, he sat up straight. Leaning in, his lips met mine quickly as he thrust his tongue into my mouth and grabbed my neck with one of his hands. Panting as we kiss deeply, we take a break to breathe in each other's air; our mouths open lips still connected.

I'm just about to say yes when I hear a noise through my lust-filled haze.

"Did you hear that?" I ask him with a whisper.

"Hear what?" he asked my tongue.

"Th - "

"Emmett baby!" A male voice calls.

Pushing back slightly, I open my eyes completely, furrowing my brows at Emmett. He's still awakening from the apparent haze.

"Darling! Where the heck are ya?"

With Emmett's silence, I turn my eyes to his bedroom doorway when the voice sounds much closer.

"Well, well, well. What the fuck have we here?"

Standing at Emmett's door is a lean, blonde man. Most probably in his early twenties, he's quite good looking and quite obviously gay. I think I'm in shock. It's happening all over again. Only this time, I'm the home wrecker. I'm the one the guy is cheating with while his partner is completely oblivious.

The room is silent and although my mind is frozen, my body is livid and embarrassed. Not taking notice of anything else, my hands grasp a small pillow, holding it in front of my junk as I swiftly grab my jeans and shirt. Running into his en suite, I shut and lock the door; trying to gather as much air into my lungs as I can. I need to get out of here, now is not the time for a panic attack.

I can hear their voices in Emmett's room but I try not to care. It's Emmett's fault that he has to deal with the wrath of his boyfriend. He deserves it, I remind myself.

Not realising I'd dropped the pillow; I quickly flicked out my jeans before slipping my legs through and pulling them up. Throwing my shirt on over my head I took a few more breaths before gathering water in the sink and rinsing my face. I can't believe I almost had sex with him!

Before I can stop them, I feel the traitorous drops on my cheeks; knowing they're salty. With the tears, lack of air, confusion and shock; I collapse in sitting position on the tiled floor completely exhausted.

Maybe I can give them a bit of time to fight without seeing me, so that I can rest for a minute.

Shattered and drained, I lie down on the tiles with the pillow under my head, and fall asleep.

AN: Not looking very good for Emmett is it?

What do you all think is going on?

Is Emmett good or bad?

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