AN: It's been ages, we know, we're sorry! I'll admit, it was mainly my fault, but no matter, here's a new chappy that we think you may like ;]

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There was a beat of silence wherein time stood still.

The two siblings continued to look at one another, seeming to wait for the other to respond first. Bella's cheeks flushed and she hastily rearranged the rumpled sheets around her so that they properly covered her legs once again. The movement seemed to spur Emmett into action.

He crossed her room quickly, his heart wild but his head strangely clear, walking the short distance to her bed in a second. She paused in her fidgeting, watching him almost warily, and he too paused, now staring down at her.

Then he simply picked her up and kissed her.

Much unlike the times before, her lips melted against his like butter, moving, pushing… actually kissing back. A foreign noise of triumph and pleasure left his throat and he held her body more firmly to his, her entire height in his hands, her slim legs dangling above the bed. Her arms slipped around his broad shoulders and he felt her short nails digging into his back. A surge of desire ran through his veins, his blood pumping fiercer, his member reacting with force. He gripped her waist tighter, pulling her further and further into him, wanting more – needing more.

His tongue slid into her mouth and he tasted her sweet breath, stroked her tongue. Lost himself in her. She moaned, completely void of the protests she'd threw at him earlier.

Her body went limp very soon as he held her with one strong arm around her middle, the other holding her head securely. He lowered them onto her bed, keeping her balled up form in his lap, pressing down on her hips, pressing her down on his aching cock.

She gasped, pulling back from his lips and breathing out unsteadily when he put his mouth to the supple flesh of her throat, sucking and licking, his head buried in neck. She simply cupped his head for a while, keeping him there, letting him send pulses of ecstasy through her body, and closed her eyes to the sensations.

"Bellsy," he breathed, so very similar to her dream.

She groaned in reply, surrendering herself to the deep grumble of his chest as he spoke.

He kissed down her creamy collarbone, sliding the thin strap of her pyjama top off her shoulder. His arms crept under her delicate arms and he pulled away, content to just hold her close to him as he panted. Her arms too wrapped themselves around his large torso and she rested her head beneath his, his chin snug atop her hair.

Locked in the comforting embrace, they did nothing but breathe the other in. Bella heard the mad thumps of his heart in her ear, knew he loved her more than the whole world, and just for a moment, she smiled softly without a single worry.

But then sensibility and logic, things she'd tossed out the window as soon as his lips had caressed hers, as soon as her dream had reawakened her consuming want for him, came back.

Suddenly scared, she leapt back. Unable to escape his lap with his arms caging her, her big brown eyes watched him with panic. "No, this isn't right," she stuttered.

Emmett sighed inwardly. He had wondered when she would start objecting to their endeavours again. Unfortunately, it had happened all too soon. Now all he could do was look at her with sad eyes of blue crystal. She appeared stunned by his lack of comment and carried on.

"You shouldn't kiss me or touch me like that," she chided somewhat nervously. "You should control yourself. Resist."

"Resist?" he repeated in disbelief and stared at her. "How can I resist you? How can I resist the sweet temptation of your lips, your skin, the smell of your outright fucking arousal?" He stopped to breathe in deeply and squeeze his eyes shut. It was almost too much, the verbal words nearly overwhelming him with his need.

His sweet little sister watched him with wide doe-like eyes and he had to look away from her again. How could she not know how delicious she was?

He softened his features. "Bella, I don't care how wrong it is. I love you."

She deflated, as if giving in, but he knew it wouldn't be quite that easy to convince her. "You should care," she told him tearfully.

He dragged her body back to his, hugging her gently, soothing her without any hidden agenda. He rocked her tenderly, lulling her back to calmness much like he had when she was younger and storms had raged the sky outside at night. He kissed her hair softly.

"I know I should," he murmured eventually, "but why should I care what strangers think? They don't know us – don't understand what we've been through, how close we are. Why should it matter how much I love you when I've loved you more than anything and anyone else for my entire life? You mean everything to me, Bella; I can't live without you. When you ignore me, I feel hollow. Like everything's pointless without you there by my side."

She sat up in his lap and he took her shoulders in his hands, leaning down to keep their faces close. "No one needs to know," he promised, smiling a little, their foreheads touching. "In fact, I like the idea of keeping you my little secret. Not having to share you with anybody." She blushed but smiled too. He took that as a good sign and didn't stop. "Can't we at least try? Just to see what it's like? Personally I know it will be the best thing to ever happen to us," he nudged her gently, only partly teasing, "but I don't mind taking things slow. I won't do anything you don't want me to. You just have to – accept it. Accept us."

His eyes looked into hers now, searching for something, pleading with her.

She took a minute, a good long minute, looking back at him, seeing all the love he had just for her, seeing his sincerity and assurance that everything would be fine. And she smiled again, bigger this time, more at ease.

"Okay."

And they kissed again, their hearts racing with joy and excitement.