Incognito—Chapter Twenty-One
Edward wiped away some of the makeup off a few of his fingers as Bella suggested with her help. "Lay back and close your eyes, Bella."
Bella sighed still sitting sideways on Edward's lap. She settled her head against hiss arm. Her eyes slowly closed, as he brushed his lips against her temple.
"That's it, relax."
Bella couldn't help but laugh out loud. "That's kind of hard to do when you're touching me, Edward."
"The feeling is mutual, but since we can't kiss, all you have to do is relax and feel."
Bella shivered, his voice fluttering over her already sensitive skin. Delicate sweeps of his lips soon followed, so whisper soft, she wasn't sure they were real. Not until he sighed, his mouth hovering over hers. She wanted to open her eyes.
"Keep them closed, Bella. When I make you come, I want you to see me and not the face I'm wearing."
Bella clenched her eyes, envisioning Edward's face. The smiles and smirks she'd come to love since they met. "I do see you."
"Good, because it's me fucking you with my fingers, not some character." His words were harsher, and she had a feeling there was more to his statement. She'd have to ask him later about it.
"I only see you." Her right hand settled on his chest, over his heart. She felt it pound in his chest, her fist gripping the fabric beneath when his fingers slipped into her underwear. "Edward."
Bella's bones seemed to melt under his touch, her thighs spreading wider. She felt his hum of appreciation against her cheek, his lips still lingering and sending a jolt between her thighs. Her body arched within his hold, eliciting mutual groans.
"So fucking warm," Edward whispered, his mouth now brushing along her forehead. Goosebumps spread down the inside of her thighs and everywhere they were connected.
Bella gasped as the tip of finger circled her clit, while his pinky traced the letter E along her thigh. "You're marking me," she gasped, her eyes rolling back.
"Fuck yes I am," Edward murmured, his edge of his teeth teasing her ear. "The way you look today, I need to."
She moaned as two of his fingers slipped inside her, just enough to give her taste of what was to come. "Stop teasing me." She wasn't above pleading at the moment. Since the shower they shared earlier, she'd been a walking bundle of nerves and hormones. "Edward." Her voice was breathy, higher in pitch. She should have been embarrassed, but Edward's fingers were inside her.
She didn't give a fuck.
Bella wiggled on his lap, knowing what lay beneath her ass. Edward's answering groan made her smile, and he retaliated with a hard thrust of his fingers. She cried out, her hips grinding against him.
Edward bit lightly into her shoulder, his fingers frozen inside her. "Stop that, Bella," he threatened, his voice rough against her ear. "Or I will."
Bella shivered once again. It was so hard not to move and allow him to take over. She moaned as his fingers started to move once again.
"Just feel."
She did as he asked, holding onto his sweater with one hand while the other teased her nipples.
"Pinch them harder," he demanded roughly, his fingers matching the same tempo of the circular motion of hers. "Fuck, let me see."
Bella nodded, quickly working her top higher up her chest.
"No bra, fuck!" Edward's fingers thrust harder, faster as the heel of his palm ground against her clit. "Keep going, Bella."
She raised her hands to her breasts, cupping them and pinching her nipples between her fingers.
Edward hissed and groaned. "God, you're fucking beautiful. You're close, aren't you, Bella?"
Bella nodded, her hips rolling slightly in tandem with his fingers. "Please, please, please."
"Do you hear how wet you are?"
Bella sucked in a breath, stilling long enough to listen. Hearing the sound, along with Edward's labored breathing and the motion of his fingers, she simply shattered. She fell apart with a shout of his name.
Light splintered, harsh and unforgiving across her vision. She heard Edward whispering her name, his fingers moving along her upper thigh.
"I think it's a good thing we're waiting until tomorrow night." Edward chuckled, peppering small kisses along her forehead and cheek. "You're a screamer."
She wasn't even sorry. "Yeah, I am."
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After retouching Edward's makeup and Bella's hair, they agreed to go downstairs for a few hours and have dinner before they headed back to the beach house. It was the first day, and though the convention was in full swing, the big name panels they wanted to attend wouldn't start for two days. It gave them plenty of time to explore the convention and San Diego together.
"How long do you estimate I'll be able to stay in the Winter Soldier costume tomorrow?" Edward asked, as they rode the elevator down, they'd encountered two storm troopers, Superman, and Batman on the ride.
They exited following the latter two, not surprised to find that the hotel lobby had considerably more people inside. Edward recognized a few writers from his old television series, and almost walked over until he realized they wouldn't know it was him.
"I'm not sure, it's over six pounds. It doesn't sound like a lot, I know, but it can be, since it doesn't bend. You can try to take the weight off your shoulder by simply shifting, but it would be minimal. That's why tomorrow is important, we'll get you dressed in that costume back at the house, and we'll see how long you'll last. If it gets to be too much, we can dress like this again."
"Good idea. How long are we supposed to be here for the Marvel panels?"
"Probably all day." Bella steered him toward another wide hallway. "I have Vision and Scarlett Witch's battle costumes, too."
Edward stopped her, caging her against a wall, not giving a fuck about all the people around them. "Three costumes?"
She smiled up at him, shrugging. "I want this to work." She tugged on his sweater, biting her lip. "A lot."
His finger swept long her bottom lip, tugging enough for her to release it from her teeth. "So far so good, Bella." He leaned closer, kissing her cheek and resting his forehead on her shoulder. "And Bella?"
Her arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tight. "Yes?"
"I don't care anymore. Even if they found out right now who I was, I wouldn't care. I want you, and not just for a quick fuck."
"Oh God," Bella whispered, her body once again melting within his hold. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to say that?"
He pulled back, his brow tight with concern. "Say what?"
She shrugged. "That even if you're exposed during all of this, you'd still want to be with me."
He sighed and squeezed her tight. "God, I'm asshole for making you think I'd give you up if this didn't work."
"I hoped that even if something happened and people realized who you were, that you wouldn't go anywhere. You hinted at it, but never actually said the words. Sometimes, things are out of our hands, our control." Her eyes narrowed in on something over Edward's shoulder. "Like the fact that DarkMonster that is walking toward us."
Edward stilled and growled against her cheek, holding her tight against him. "The ultimate test."
AN: At least someone got off, lol. Quick note, I'm going off some of the events that happened in last year's San Diego Comic Con. Also, I'm using videos that I watched of it to inspire the rest of the event, but I'm not following it exactly. Thanks to Dawnie aka kyla713 for your help with this chapter, I know it wasn't easy. I'm such a pain in the ass, I know.