Title: Dogtags & Diamonds; Homecoming
Author: PhnxPrncss [stolenXsanity [] livejournal]
Characters/Pairings: EdwardxBella
POV's: Bella
Rating: M/NC-17
Spoilers: None; AH/AU
Summary: The story of each couples meeting, separating and reuniting. Bella welcomes Edward back after being separated by time and space during his time in Iraq. While Alice sets off in search for Jasper and the happy ending she knows to be true in her heart, after her dreams give her the final push in the right direction.
Tagline: "Every parting is a form of death as every reunion is a form of heaven."
Disclaimer: Though it saddens me a great deal to admit this, I do not own Twilight or any of it's' characters, places or other recognizable aspects inherent in this story. However, I do own this storyline and the idea of Edward wearing nothing but Dogtags. Yum!

A/N: The idea for this one-shot came to me one night after a conversation with vi0lentserenity. The imagery of Edward and Jasper wearing nothing but dogtags is insanely fckn hot; just saying.

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[BPOV]

This wasn't the ideal life that I'd hoped to have when we were still in High School. Yet, when he made his decision to enlist in the Army, I stood right beside him as a good girlfriend should. I supported him right through Basic Training while I was stuck in Forks, WA and he was all the way in Columbia, SC. That was the longest 3 months of my life. Contact was minimal at best; letter after letter is what got me through it all because the phone calls were very few and far between. I supported him right through AIT as well, even considering transferring schools just so I could be closer to him during those long, lonely months.

Of course we talked about marriage throughout our relationship. We knew that we would be together forever; there was never any question about that. He was my love and my better half and I was his. We both knew that there was no reason for any of us to continue living without the other. Everyone who knew us understood that nothing short of the apocalypse would tear us apart – nothing at all! Still, when he came home from AIT, looking better than I remembered, and dragged me, laughing wildly, to our meadow only to get down on one knee and propose just as the sun set, I was shocked. There was no doubt about what my answer would be; no doubt in my mind and no doubt in his.

Neither of us wanted a long engagement or a big wedding. As long as at the end of the day, he was my husband and I was his wife, nothing else mattered. We were married that weekend at the courthouse with only both our parents present. It was the perfect day that quickly became the perfect night; I was now Mrs. Edward Anthony Masen Cullen and I couldn't have asked for anything more than that. I would do anything and everything for him, whatever he wanted or needed, and all he had to do was ask.

When he received his orders to be stationed back in South Carolina, Fort Jackson to be precise, I was ecstatic. This time, he wouldn't be leaving me here, this time I'd be going with him. This time we'd be together and nothing and no one could tear us apart. Unfortunately, I underestimated the power of the U.S. Military and within months, we were stuck preparing for his first deployment.

This left me, a new inductee to the life of a Military spouse, alone and far from home. I soldiered on though, I needed to. He needed me to and of course, I'd do anything for him. I made very few friends for the mere fact that every day around here was a new drama. Someone was always sleeping with someone else's husband or going down to the local bars to pick up some poor, unsuspecting civilian; what the fuck happened to "til death do us part?" To be completely honest, it made me absolutely sick to my stomach the way some of the ladies around the post would carry themselves – as if the world owed them something because their husbands were overseas risking their lives.

The days passed slowly, and the nights passed even slower. I lived for his phone calls, chats and letters. It was all I had, and I greedily accepted every bit of it. Every little piece of him that I could get my hands on, I clung to as if it were a lifeboat and I was stuck in the middle of a raging storm. Most importantly, I remained faithful through it all. Infidelity never once crossed my mind, and if you ever saw my husband, you'd understand why. He was perfection in its purest form; an Adonis by all rights.

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It had been 18 months since I'd really had a chance to see him, touch him and hold him. I didn't count the R&R leave that split his deployment in half because really, it was much too short and knowing that he'd have to leave again just killed me. It's not that I didn't enjoy his 22 days home at that time, Lord knows that we made every single second of every single day count – over and over again. It was the fact that he would, inevitably, be leaving again that killed me. I was proud of him though. Proud of his selflessness and of the sacrifices he'd made. Even if that meant I was one of those sacrifices. I knew he loved me and at the end of it all, he'd be coming home to me. So, nothing else mattered.

We were down to the last week of being separated. I had a countdown going on every possible thing I could get it on; my wall calendar, my computer calendar, my web-site and my cell phone. Every day that passed came with a reminder that I was one day closer to being in his arms again. I meticulously planned everything, right down to the last minute detail. I wanted everything to be perfect for him, perfect for us.

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Finally, there was no more need for reminders. It was time for me to leave the house and wait to see his beautiful face again. I double-checked my outfit, hair, make-up and the posters and grabbed my purse off the night stand. I was giddy and nervous all at the same time. My heart was finally coming back home to me, and I was as scared as I was thrilled. I'd read all the books and articles about how war changes people for the worst sometimes. If that were the case with my Edward, I would grin and bear it because he'd do the same for me. For better or for worse, I was his and he was mine. Forever.

I pulled up to the hangar where the other families were gathered and took a moment to calm myself down. I could feel the tears beginning to linger behind my eyes and I rapidly blinked to force the tears back. This was supposed to be a happy, joyous occasion and I wouldn't ruin it by crying – even if they were happy tears. Once I'd managed to reign in my emotions, I slowly stepped out of the car, teetering a little on the 'fuck me' heels that I was wearing.

Checking the time, I noticed that my wait was down to five minutes and my heart began beating rapidly and erratically. I carefully made my way over to stand beside the rest of the wives and families that were waiting for their loved one to return. I tried not to seem impatient, but I couldn't help the cursory glances at my watch every 30 seconds or so.

Finally, I spotted the garish white buses rounding the far corner of the street and my breath caught in my throat. The moment of truth was upon me and my breathing was rapidly becoming shallow and uneven. I stood my ground as soldier after soldier stepped off the bus and was scooped into the warm, loving embraces of whatever family members had been waiting for their safe return.

After what seemed like hours, but in reality was no more than 30 minutes, he stepped off the bus. I could barely see his beautiful bronze-colored hair peaking out the side of his hat as his captivating emerald green eyes searched the crowd for me. Belatedly, I realized that I was standing in the back of the crowd where he wouldn't be able to spot me and I took off like a bat out of hell towards him. In my moment of utter elation, I remembered the heels that I'd talked myself into wearing today and slowed to a fast walk before my lack of coordination reared its' ugly head.

I reached his side at the same time that his penetrating gaze was searching the far corners of the hangar and I patiently waited for him to turn back towards me. I heard him inhale a moment later before he snapped his head around and locked his eyes on mine. A slow, crooked grin took over his face as he dropped his bag and pulled me into his arms.

"Bella, baby, I've missed you so much," he murmured into my hair while spinning me around.

I couldn't stop the tears from falling freely down my face. I finally felt whole again, my heart was home where it belonged. Pulling away from him a little and looked into his eyes again.

"I missed you too, baby, so much," I whispered through my tears and wrapped my arms tighter around his neck. "Let's go home."

We drove home in relative silence, the whispered declarations of love and happiness the only things passing through our lips. Our hands were firmly locked together over the middle console as he rubbed soothing circles over the back of my hand with his thumb.

As we pulled into the driveway at home, I turned to take in his striking profile. "Welcome home," I murmured quietly, reveling in the look of joy that took over his features.

"It's great to be home," he whispered back while turning his head to look at me.

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Dinner was a casual affair laced with more sexual innuendos than one person could possibly take. There was no doubt in my mind of what he wanted for dessert, and I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't want it too. 18 months was much too long of a dry spell for a married couple and as soon as we'd cleared the dinner dishes from the table, I found myself pressed against the nearest wall.

His lips on mine still generated the same intense electric sparks that it did from the first time he touched me, and I felt myself arching into his touch, silently pleading for more. I wound my hands around his waist, slowly moving them up his back and to his shoulders before finally resting them on the nape of his neck. The kisses we were sharing grew more insistent as he ran his tongue across my bottom lip, begging for entrance to which I readily complied.

Our tongues fought for dominance before I finally gave in and let him win. His taste overwhelmed me and I moaned into his mouth, tightening my grip on the back of his neck and shifting my weight so that I could hitch one leg over his hip. Understanding what I was looking for, he pulled back a little and ran his hands down my back before resting them on the back of my thighs and lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist.

He stumbled backwards, his lips never leaving mine, down the hall and into our room. I heard the door shut behind us and pulled back again, in desperate need of air. His lips found my neck then, and he slowly kissed and nipped his way down to my pulse point and alternated between sucking and biting at it softly. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as an animalistic moan escaped.

Quicker than I thought was humanly possible, I was lying back on our bed with Edward hovering over me, his head buried in the crook of my neck as he kissed and nipped his way back up my jaw line and to my mouth. I unwound my hands from their spot on the back of his neck and began unbuttoning his jacket. When he realized what I was doing, he leaned back on his heels and took care of the barrier himself before grasping the hem of my shirt and pulling it up over my head.

"I missed this," he murmured as he brought his hand down to my stomach and started tracing lines back and forth across it. I leaned up on my elbows and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him back into me. Once again, we got lost in our frenzied kisses and I made quick work of his undershirt as I pulled it up and broke our kiss to pull it over his head.

"I did too," I whispered against his lips as my hands traced every line and contour of his perfectly formed chest and abs, trailing the deep V in his lower stomach with light touches. I felt him shudder above me as my hands drifted lower and found the clasp for his belt and undid it.

Loosening my grip on his waist with my legs, I began undoing his pants and sliding it down his hips, using my feet to push it down to his knees and pushing him onto his back. I straddled his hips as I leaned forward and alternated between kissing, licking, sucking and nipping my way down his chest to his abdomen and finally stopping at the waist band of his boxers. I wiggled my way down his legs, feeling his obvious erection rubbing against me through the thin cotton material, and hooked my fingers in the elastic to slide them down and completely removing them along with his pants.

Settling at his feet, I looked up at him through my eyelashes catching his gaze and licking my lips seductively while crawling back up his body and stopping with the tip of his hard length mere inches away from the head. Slowly, I leaned forward and licked the tip, savoring the taste of the pre-cum that had gathered there before gripping the base with one hand and taking him fully into my mouth.

I started off slow, sliding him into my mouth and tightening my lips around him while my tongue slid back and forth. Soon, I had found a nice, albeit slow and tantalizing, rhythm and I felt his hand come to rest on the top of my head, gripping my hair and guiding me.

"God baby ….. that feels ..... fuck!"

I hummed against him, feeling the vibrations shoot through him as he tensed up under me panting heavily. I could feel the wetness pooling in my panties and it took every ounce of willpower for me not to stop my ministrations and jump him at that moment. I wanted to taste him fully first, so I kept up what I was doing as I reached between his legs and started massaging and softly squeezing his balls, coaxing him to his climax as I sucked him off.

"Bella, love ….. your mouth is amazing," he ground out between deep grunts and animalistic moans as his hips instinctively thrust up pushing him further into my mouth.

I moaned around him, desperate to get him to his release so that I could get mine. Sensing my need, he leaned up as much as our position would allow and reached over and around me so that he could get my pants off. He somehow managed to maneuver my pants off of me without me having to stop what I was doing and I couldn't have been more grateful for his dexterity than I was at that moment.

"Baby ..... stop for a minute ….. I wanna ….. god, fuck ….. I wanna taste you."

I moaned in approval and anticipation as I slid him out of my mouth and turned so that I was straddling just above his chest. I could feel his hands running up the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs wider and pulling me back towards his mouth. I took him back into my mouth at the same time that his tongue slid up my dripping wet folds and I moaned around him again, completely lost in the dual sensations of having him in my mouth and being in his.

"God ….. so wet ….. so good." Coherency had long since flown out the window for the both of us.

I could feel his tongue sliding up and down, from top to bottom, lapping at my wetness like it was the fountain of youth. Suddenly, I felt his fingers penetrate me as his tongue wrapped around my sensitive clit, flicking it and sucking on it simultaneously. I gasped around his hard cock and began taking him in deeper, spurred on by his talented tongue delving into me in the most intimate of places. One finger eventually became two and then three as he drove them into me while licking and sucking all the juices that spilled out. We both came hard simultaneously and drank in everything we could with reckless abandonment.

Before either of us had a chance to catch our breaths, I was on my back with Edward hovering over me, his mouth pressing open mouthed kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. My breathing hitched as I felt his hands slowly rubbing up my ribs and coming to a rest at the sides of my breasts. I arched into him, wanting desperately for him to touch and taste me in the spot that he was carefully avoiding.

He continued his trek across my chest and up to the other side of my neck while running his hands back down my sides and resting them at my hips. My whimpering was becoming frantic and needing as I continued to arch into him in blatant desperation. I could feel his erection resting against my inner thigh and thrusted my hips up, clearly telling him to stop playing games.

He paused in his perusal of my neck and leaned his forehead against mine while slowly grinding his hips against my own. All reason left me at that point and I wrapped my legs around his waist again, pushing him over so that I could roll on top of him and effectively sliding down his hard length.

Guttural moans escaped us both as he filled me to the hilt. It took everything in me not to fuck him wildly as I stared into his deep, penetrating green orbs. Slowly, he thrust into me, effectively cutting off all train of thought and I planted my feet on either side of him giving myself leverage. I felt his hands come up to my chest, cupping and kneading my breasts before his mouth replaced his left hand.

I began riding him harder, reckless and wild in pursuit of my release, and he met every one of my thrusts with one of his own. His mouth and tongue teased my nipples into hard peaks before softly biting down on them, alternating between the right and left equally. I could feel the coil tightening in my stomach and my movements became more frenzied above him.

In an instant, I was once again on my back with Edward driving into me hard and fast. I watched his face, taking in his features and delighting in the look of pleasure that took over his face. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his back enjoying the feeling of his muscles contracting under my fingers.

"Baby ….. fuck ….. you feel so good. Scream for me Bella ….. I wanna hear how good I'm making you feel."

I tightened my grip on his back and let my nails dig in as I thrust up into him, moaning and screaming his name and pulling myself up against his chest. I felt the cool metal of his dogtags resting against my chest and pulled back a little so that I could duck my head between us and trace the edges of the silencers with my tongue, slightly nipping at his chest while I did it.

He pulled my legs up over his shoulder and shifted his weight so that he was driving into me deeper, harder and faster. Our breaths came out in harsh pants as we both moaned each others names like worshipful chants, driving each other to the brink and then pulling back to prolong the amazing sensations.

I could feel his body tensing above mine and I knew that he was close to release. I moved my hands from their spot behind his shoulders and let them trail to his backside so that I could bring him in closer. His moan of approval spurred me on even further as I continued to thrust up into him while he brought one hand between us and used it to rub and circle around my clit.

"Oh God, Edward ….. fuck baby ….. I'm ....." My speech was effectively cut off as I felt my climax rip through my body and I tightened my muscles around his hard cock.

"Cum for me Bella," he chanted from above me, over and over, while continuing to thrust into me.

I rode out my orgasm and reached down between us to massage his balls again. Within seconds, I'd hit my third orgasm of the night as he spilled into me while continually thrusting in and out and screaming my name at the same time.

As we both came down from our blissful highs, he collapsed on top of me before rolling over and pulling me onto his chest.

"That was the best homecoming welcome ever," he breathed into my hair while his fingers trailed up and down my still bare back.

I leaned up to look at him again while tugging a little on the dogtags resting against his chest. "You need to wear these every time from now on," I mumbled against his lips before capturing them with my own. I felt him nodding in agreement and I slowly relaxed into his arms again.

"I love you," I whispered against his chest, so much happier than I'd been in a long time.

"I love you too, Bella," he whispered back, "forever!"

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A/N: This was my first actual lemon and I need to know, hit or miss!? *cringes in anticipation of responses* Please review and let me know what you think. Also, if you want this in Edward's POV, let me know in a review and I'll be sure to post that up for you.

On that note, I'm also planning on writing a DT&D Part Deux for JasperxAlice. Basic premise the same, different circumstances and storyline. I'm not entirely sure yet, but if you want to read it, let me know.

Also, for those who don't know what AIT is, it stands for Advanced Individual Training which is basically what every Soldier goes through after Basic Combat Training and it is where you'll learn the skills to perform your Army job.

Hasta Luego,
PhnxPrncss [stolenXsanity]