I don't own Twilight or it's characters. It's rated M for a reason.

My heart stops. Please let it be real.

Slowly opening my eyes, I see him, standing a few yards from me, in the rain.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming. I don't think my heart can handle it." I softly say. I can't take my eyes off him. I don't even dare blink.

He gives me his slow sexy smile. "Not a dream babe. I'm real and I'm home," he pauses, licking his lips, "For good."

I don't even realize I run to him till I'm already in his arms. Kissing him. Holding him.

"I'm never letting you go again," I say between kisses.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth. It's everything I've missed and everything I need.

He picks me up off the ground, my legs automatically wrap around his waist, and he starts toward the front door. Never taking his mouth off mine. Never breaking this earth shattering kiss. My soul feels complete. That piece that was missing while he was gone has reattached itself to what was left here.

When he finally pulls away, we are in our bedroom. His vibrant green eyes, the ones I've had to go almost a year without, are piercing me to my very core.

"God I've missed you," he sighs as he sets me back down on my feet.

He starts to remove his fatigues and I do the same with my soaked clothes. I can't take my eyes off him. It seems he's of the same mind.

Piece by piece, his body comes into view. I love his heart, his mind and his soul, but his body is a work of perfection. Strong arms, sculpted chest and abs, and that damn V. The trail of hair that leads from his navel to below. To add to the perfection is a large black swan tattoo and Bug's name over his heart. His love for me and our daughter in one permanent mark.

It's sexy as hell.

He reaches for me before I can take off my underwear. Feeling his skin against my own is making me delirious. We both let out an audible sigh.

Soft kisses to my shoulder, then to my neck and finally on my lips. He lowers me to the bed.

My hands play with his hair at the nape of his neck. His hands run from my hips up my sides, barely grazing the sides of my breasts, to my shoulders up around to my arms. He grabs my hands and slowly drags my arms above my head. With one hand he holds them there. His other hand seems to have a mind of its own. His touch is teasing. Thumbing my nipple, a slight tug and then his mouth descends.
His tongue, his teeth. It's more than I can bear. Soft sighs escape my mouth.

"Please," I beg, "I don't want to wait anymore."

If your lips feel hungry and tempted, kiss the rain.

He seems to be as impatient as I am. Shifting to sit up, he removes what little clothing we still have on.

Without any preamble, he enters me, slowly, inch by inch. I'm not going to last long.

As if he took the words from my mind, "I don't know how long I can last baby." His voice is strained.

Looking into his eyes, I whisper, "Then take me."

Outside the rain continues its torrent. Inside, my husband begins to move within me.

Moans, heavy breathing, soft spoken promises and loving words are all that can be heard. My heart feels ready to explode, as does my body. The push and pull of our love making escalates quickly.

"I love you Bella," he says.

It's all I need to send me over the edge. My back arches and bright lights explode behind my eye lids, my insides feel like liquid fire.
Lord, I love what this man can do to me.

I don't see an end to my release. All the built up frustration, the uncertainty of not knowing, the absolute terror of what might have happened, it's being set free.

He doesn't stop. He picks up his pace and kisses me with everything he has.

"Let go," I tell him, "I'm right here. I love you Edward."

A soft grunt expels from him as he reaches his release. His movements slow and the tension in his face is gone, replaced by serenity.

We lay together for long minutes afterwards, simply holding each other. Exchanging kisses every so often. No words are said. We've never needed them.

Just before either of us can drift to sleep, I hear excited chatter through the monitor and I see his smile out of the corner of my eye.

We both get out of bed and get dressed. A man in an Army uniform is sexy, but my man in his black tshirt and his old faded jeans is downright sinful.

He catches my ogling and winks at me. "Back atcha babe," he says, flashing his crooked smile.

It true typical fashion, I roll my eyes and start gasping for breaths. "I… can't… breathe… your… ego takes up too much room."

His laugh echoes down the hallway to her bedroom door. I don't follow. I listen.


Everything is as it should be. He's home. With us. For good.

The rain has finally stopped outside.

Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Oh, kiss the rain
Oh, kiss the rain


Thank you to those that have read this. Please let me know what you think.
Again, this is not beta'd, so please excuse any mistakes I've made.

Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes. - Jim Carrey