Summary

SUMMARY: After years of running away, Edward Cullen finds himself back at his family's Napa Valley vineyard. What should have been a short trip & quick sell of an old run down crop turns into one of the hardest decisions he never thought he'd have to make. AH, BxE Romance, Humor, Drama, Wine - Rated M for Mature Audiences

*originally posted on fanfiction.net 9.23.2010*

(I do not own these characters this is simply a work of fanfiction)


Outtake - The Homecoming


Vines Outtake ~ The Home Coming

"Full Bodied"

~ Edward POV ~


The trip from Georgia to Napa was a long one.
Bella and I had bussed, airplaned and taxi'd ourselves out but as we arrived at the Cullen vineyard, something was growing inside both of us. I felt it like little pricks of electricity along the hairs on my arms...the chill up my neck and the stirring in my pants.
It only grew as I paid the taxi driver and retrieved our things from the trunk.
Bella felt it too. The look was there.
And I smiled.
We weren't half-way through the door of the house at the vineyard when my duffle fell off of my shoulder and our hands were all over each other.
Lips moving urgently.
Tongues meeting every few seconds.
Fingers getting lost in our entanglement.
Arms entwined.
Jet lag was just a forgotten memory and even Alice, who I could feel staring at us from the kitchen entryway, meant nothing in comparison to the desperation the two of us felt for each other as we staggered and stumbled up the stairway after arriving home.
"Welcome back," I heard her say sarcastically, and I think I may have waved over to her somehow, I'm not sure….but she was only a distraction that I couldn't afford at the moment.
We would greet her later…she knew that.
The door was left to fend for itself as well because, in all honesty, I could only see her.
Bella, as I lifted her easily and took her to our bedroom.
Our…bedroom.
As in, she was never leaving the vineyard again, if I could help it.
And I could help it.
After kicking the bedroom door open, I set her down and we both began undressing ourselves…each other…me, shoving my uniform off while Bella suddenly got this glazed look in her eyes and I asked, "You okay? Are you tired?"
I stopped, breathless, cradling her face between my hands…worrying a little bit that I was pushing her physical activities for the day a little too far, but then she blushed.
God I missed that blush.
"No, I…" she shook her head at me as she regained her composure, shimmying out of her shorts. "You get to keep that uniform, don't you?"
I laughed at her and nodded, continuing my assault on the Army issued uniform, attempting to rid myself of it for good.
Well, not for good, exactly. And it was the least I could do.
"Yes, Pie Girl, I promise to dress in uniform anytime you want," I teased and she pulled her top off…a little aggressively I might add, bearing her breasts for me. Her breathing was hitched and her nipples…those hardened, delectable nipples… were threatening to peak through the flimsy lace bra she was wearing.
I wondered if she know what she did to me?
When she'd left for Fort Benning that day, had she planned on me seeing that bra? Was she going to tempt me into staying with it?
Because I would have.
I'd have gone AWOL if need be, to see her in that bra.
To see her like this one more time.
She was the most beautiful sight in all my life.
Three days, well - four technically, I guess, it had been since I'd touched her.
Since I'd felt her underneath of me…and over top of me…in ways I'd never felt a woman before.
Ways I never wanted to feel any other woman again…only her.
As she unhooked the bra and let it fall helplessly to the floor, I had already kicked my boots off and was pushing the camouflage pants off all together when she interrupted my evil thoughts of what was in store for her.
"Edward?"
And things were much too urgent for me to even begin to answer as I continued taking my gear off, but she grabbed my hand to stop me.
I looked up at her to make sure everything was okay again, but I didn't really need to ask once I saw the look on her face. Then she simply arched an eyebrow at me.
"Leave the boots on?"
A knowing smile crept along my lips as I slid the damn things back on.  Then, like a viper in the night, she stood and spun us around, urging me down onto the bed so that my legs dangled off the edge.
Talk about your mother of all turn ons.
She gave me a feral look as she knelt down in front of me and spread my legs a little more.
And I relished in thoughts of just exactly how lucky I was to have her.
She was fucking perfection.
My head fell back as her hands slowly glided themselves up my legs in unison. Over my knees, along my thighs, until they met in the middle, each going their separate ways.
One to knead my balls.
The other…
"Jesus Christ," I whispered, as her fingers gently re-introduced themselves to the shaft of my dick.
It had been too long. "So fucking good."
She giggled and I was muttering incoherently when she reached the head. Her thumb rubbed the tip, using the smooth, liquidy pre-cum that had spilled out from the anticipation of our reunion to make it feel even…
"Fuck me."
"Not just yet, Grape Guy," she teased and then, just as quickly as I could even process her seductive words, her lips surrounded me and her tongue did tantalizingly wonderful things.
I lifted my head to watch.
I had to watch.
She was just absolutely astounding as she worked her way up…and down…around the length of me and even fucking peeked up at me with those big brown eyes of hers, capturing me with her stare…daring me to do something about it.
"You're tempting me, Bella," I rasped, and I could tell she was amused with herself.
So my hands instinctively moved to her hair and began moving with her…and yeah, maybe pushing a little more than I should have, but honestly, what'd she expect, my little minx?
"Jesus, you're making me…"
She hummed, moving a little more quickly than before and that, combined with the voyeurism, and the ball massage I was getting….
"Oh shit," I blurted out, squinting my eyes shut as I came and she held it in her mouth, letting me finished, then looked up at me.
Smirked.
And then swallowed.
Mother of God.
I knew the rumors. Women hated swallowing but believe me when I tell you, she wiped her mouth and licked her lips like she'd just tasted the best wine in ten counties and was simply unwilling to expectorate.
And goddamn if it didn't make me hard again.
She chanced a glance downward…then up at me, arching her perfect eyebrow a little.
Then she stood up and I was about to join her when she pushed me back down, settling herself over top of me.
I let my hands find her waist…then one slid to where she was wet and waiting for me… I needed to at least feel her first…and maybe give her a small taste of what she'd done for me.
I dipped a finger or two inside of her and her eyes closed at the contact. Then I used some of that wetness and created the friction with her clit I knew she liked.
The sounds that came from her lips as she rolled against my fingers.
There was just nothing like it in the world.
My other hand went to her breast…pinching the nipple harder than I might have meant to, but Bella…all she did was arch a little, encouraging the action.
Her face radiated the desperation I was feeling too, but I wasn't gonna rush this. Wasn't gonna put an end to what would ultimately be the beginning of the rest of our lives together by being a dick.
So I kept rubbing, and she kept moving to get the right feeling going.
And When she took her bottom lip in between her teeth and her brow scrunched the way only Pie Girl's brow could scrunch...and the thick, warm orgasm surrounded my fingers, I knew she was cumming.
I was in awe of her, watching her cum like that.
Knowing it was me that made her feel that way.
I planned on giving her that ecstasy, that sensation of the ultimate euphoria for the rest of my life.
Then, like she just couldn't take it anymore, she lifted herself up and swiftly lowered herself back down onto me, not only demanding a few groans from myself…but some very animalistic sounds from her as well.
I sat up a little, replacing my fingers with teeth against her nipple, and it was just what she needed.
What she wanted.
She grinded and rolled, with her hands in my hair…against my chest… and then I fell back again…letting my fingers make their way around her hips, moving us in sync to only the sounds of our grunting and the wind whistling outside the bedroom window.
"I love you, you know…" she whispered, as she leaned down to put her lips on mine, easily pushing past the barrier to mingle our tongues. She would pull away once in a while, only to remind me I was never to leave her like that again. I could only respond with hums and groans while she pushed against me harder and kissed me deeper.
I wouldn't ever leave her again.
Never hurt her the way I had.
Not even if my life depended on it.
And when I came…I came hard, holding onto her for that life of mine because she was all there was, tethering me still.
We stayed like that awhile, in a sort of sitting position with each other…her still on top of me…me holding onto her. She let her fingers rake themselves through my drenched hair, telling me, "I missed you."
I squeezed her tightly against me as I responded, mumbling against her neck in between kisses.
"I missed you too," I said, choking on the meaning behind those words. "So much."
It would always be there…that love between us.  I knew that but there was something else as well.
Something inside of my chest that was telling me this was different from when we'd made love before.
Reminding me this wasn't something I had to take with me as a memory this time. Wasn't something I had to take slow and cherish like fine china…although, I knew I'd still do that…but I wouldn't be leaving to go back to the Army…and Bella certainly wasn't moving to Silicon Valley.
We were here, together…and we would be for a very long time to come.
"I love you, Bella."
"I love you too, Edward."
We took a few minutes to just enjoy lying there with each other for a spell, but, eventually, we got ourselves up and made our way downstairs to say our hellos to Alice, who'd already taken the liberty to invite Emmett and Rose over for dinner and wine...dessert and laughter.
And it was good.
It was really good to be home.





A/N: The Body of a wine refers to how thin or thick the wine feels in your mouth. "Light body" connotes a thin feeling in your mouth. "Medium body" means that a wine is full-flavored, without being too heavy. "Heavy body" means the wine has a robust, round, and very rich feel.