Chapter Sixteen
Edward couldn't stop himself from touching Bella, especially while she worked. His fingers would linger on the soft skin of her wrist for a moment or two, or his hand would tighten on her hip if she started to move too far as she moved around him.
Whatever they had since the beginning, intensified a hundred-fold since she claimed him against the door. And it was one hell of a claiming.
Despite her reassurance and acceptance earlier, he had to ask, "Is this okay?" The tip of his nose brushing along her jawline, until his lips found her ear to sample.
She hummed, tipping her head enough for his mouth to skim her elegant neck. "Yes." She moaned softly, her hand settling on chest. "I mean no." Her words more like a groan, as she pulled away. "If you keep going, we won't surface for days."
He advanced a step closer, her words painting a vivid picture in his mind. "The problem being?" When she held up her hand, he stopped. "Sorry, but it's not fair." The pout worked on his sister and mother; would it work on Bella?
Looking thoroughly dazed, she cocked her head to one side in confusion. "What's not fair?"
"I didn't get to see you come." He pulled her close again, his lips finding a sweet spot along where her neck met her shoulder. Every time he pressed a kiss there, she melted and this time it was no different. "I need to see you come, Bella."
"Oh fuck," she moaned, her fingers sliding up his sides. Her touch was only making everything so much harder for them. "If you let me finish the fitting, you can."
He pulled back, watching her eyes flutter open to look up at him. Her cheeks were flushed, lips slightly swollen, they reason why popped up in his mind, the image of her on her knees, his cock in her mouth only made him groan. How was supposed to not touch her long enough for her to finish?
"Please," she whispered, as if she knew he was struggling with his desire for her. "We need to get this out of the way first. Please." She looked up him, awaiting his reply.
He held out his arms, much like the time she had to slather him in blue shit to make the mold for his arm piece.
"Thank you. Now that I have you here, we need to decide what we're going to do once we reach the hotel." She gave him a pointed look. "Please strip down to your boxers."
She acted quite professional as he complied. No ogling, much to Edward's disappointment. It's for the best, he reminded himself.
Bella handed him a pair of black pants, that looked like they'd come off the movie set. "These look like the real deal."
"They should for what you're paying for them." She watched him step into the pants, the fact that her eyes lingered on his ass helped him feel better. He wanted her as desperate for his touch as he was for hers. "Anyway, I know we're not staying at the hotel, but we're stowing all our cosplay gear and costume changes there. I can do the check in and drop everything off on my own and meet you back at the house we're staying in. If you want to join me, we'll have to do something about your appearance. I have an idea for that, if that's what you decide to do."
"We're driving down there together, and I have no plans to be separated from you once we start this adventure." Edward started to stretch out in the pants to check the fit, but Bella hadn't said a word. He looked up and almost laughed out loud. She was ogling now, and he did his best to give her a show. He went extra slow pulling up the zipper, harder to do since she was watching him.
She licked her lips, her gaze still glued to his fingers near his cock. "You'll need a disguise to walk through the lobby. Something you can wear more than once, easy to put on and remove, and comfortable."
"I'd like to go down to the bar for a few drinks with you. Let's do whatever we can to make that possible." He waited, but she seemed to be preoccupied, still staring. "Miss Swan, what are you looking at?"
His words snapped right out of her stupor and had her grinning. "Sorry, well, not really. Give me a slow turn, to see if they fit well."
He did as she asked, aware his lower back dimples she loved were on full display.
"Fuck, they look good." She asked him to turn around again. "Give me Bucky's walk, the one we practiced." Again, he complied, striding past her as she watched his every move. He practiced the walk for the last two days, and he had to admit it felt empowering in the costume. "Do they feel too uncomfortable anywhere?"
He looked over his shoulder, cocking an eyebrow. "Just around one place, Bella."
She shook her head, pointing to his original spot. "At ease, solider."
Edward cursed when she dropped to her knees to work on the hem of the pants. "And now the pants are even tighter." He rubbed his face hard, trying to get his body to behave.
She ignored his words, staying professional. "The boots you're wearing with these are taller than what you usually wear, so we'll have to check if they fit around your ankle comfortably while you wear them." She traced the inseam of his right leg, pinching the fabric here and there to check for fit. "Turn around."
"I'm not sure how I feel about exposing my back dimples to you again." He chuckled when she swatted his calf, grumbling something not meant for him to hear. He turned like she asked. "I've had fitting before, and not once did they trace the inseam of my pants like you are doing now."
There was one, but she was kicked off the set after several stars complained about her.
"I usually don't work with this material." She winced, as if picturing something bad. "I want to make sure you're not going to chafe or be uncomfortable." He watched her over his shoulder as she rose to her feet, her eyes narrowed and stern. "I would never take advantage of someone like that, Edward." She kissed his shoulder blade. "Is this okay?"
"It's very okay."
Her answering smile was sweet, her hand brushing down the middle of his back. "Sexiest fucking back in Hollywood, I swear." She walked around him, asking him to insert a finger or two around the waistband since she didn't trust herself. "Okay, the fit is good. Let's move onto the top or else."
She shook her head, walking toward a garment bag hanging on a hook in the wall.
"Or else what?" As if he didn't know? Then again, Bella often surprised him, so he had to ask.
She looked over her shoulder, her eyes moving from his feet and moved up to linger on his chest. "I really want to rake my nails and leave a few scratches along that sexy trail toward glory."
He pointed to a large table covered with a white cloth; she had covered it before he had a chance to look at the contents. "You do that and I'll lift you up on that table and leave a few marks of my own, with my mouth."
She shivered, looking at the table and then at him again. As if she was contemplating taking him up on his offer. "We really need to rein it in before we get nothing done."
"Agreed."
She opened a garment bag, removing the one-armed leather jacket from inside, and what appeared to be an undershirt. After a few minutes, they had him dressed in the full costume, minus the faux Vibranium metal arm.
Edward turned toward the mirror and rolled his shoulders to check the fit along his back, twisting from side to side. "The fit is damn good."
Bella scoffed. "Did you really think otherwise?"
Edward shook his head. "I've had many fittings before, and they were never this spot on the second time around."
She blew on her nails, rubbing them on her shirt. "Damn, I good." She asked him to do the same thing with the top as she had the bottoms—try out Bucky's walk. Striding around him, she checked the fit and marked only one place that needed an adjustment. "Now I have all the props you're allowed to bring in, and the face mask over here." She walked toward the table, partially removing the white cloth. "All very light weight since you'll be wearing this for about six hours on the third day, when the best Marvel panels are happening."
Edward whistled, picking up what appeared to be a black knife. "What do you mean the third day? I'm not wearing this all three days?"
"To help with avoiding detection, it might be a good idea to be dressed differently each day." She shrugged. "Then there's also the chance that they'll think you're freaking Sebastian Stan under there. Why risk it?"
He looked at her. "You're talking about three costumes, that's a lot of fucking work for what I'm paying you. We'll talk numbers later." He gave her a look, because he refused to not pay her for the extra work. "What other costumes do you have for me?"
"For us." She pulled out the pieces of his costumes she already had done and he'd have to try on, too. It required a little over an hour of makeup for the character, but it wasn't so bad, except for the red contacts. He was going to have to tell her he hated them and it would be nearly impossible to get them on.
"This means we'll have to stop at the beach house, get into costume, and check in as our alter egos to drop off our things." His couldn't help but smile. "This is going to be fun." He gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. "Does this mean I get to see you in spandex, too?"
She smiled up at him innocently, though he knew she was anything but that. Carefully, she lifted off the rest of the cloth off the table, waving at the pieces of her costume. Her Loki themed jacket already looked incredible, but she had mentioned she'd already gotten a lot of done. There was a partially finished red leather jacket of another Marvel character.
"You're going to look so damn good." He tested the feel of the red leather jacket, finding it not only sexy as fuck, but warm under his touch. The quality was top notch. He noticed there was something green under the rest of the cloth on the table. "What's this?"
"Don't!" She tried to stop him, but it was too late.
His mouth dropped open as he flung off the cloth, his hands fisting on his sides. "What the hell are those?"
"My matching Loki inspired lingerie."
He turned his heated gaze toward her, his eyes taking in every inch of her from head to toe, imagining her in the minuscule pieces.
"Let me put them away, I would never have left them out if I knew you were coming. Remember, you showed up unexpectedly." She made to grab the pieces off the table, but he stopped her to pull her toward him.
His words were a mere husky whisper, his lips brushing softly along her shoulder. "Let's finish what we need to do, so I can do what I want to do."
She shivered, his body feeling every vibration against him. "What do you want to do?"
He wrapped his hand around her back to curl over her waist, pulling her side tighter against the front of his body. "You had a taste, Bella. Now I want one of you, too."
AN: Can you guess by the hints who else they'll dress up as?
These characters never listen. I was supposed to get them to San Diego, they won't let me. Thanks to Kyla713 for your help with the chapter. I know Vibranium was never confirmed as the type of metal used for Bucky's arm, but that's what I used since its cool. Thanks for everyone being so patients as writer's block got the best of me and then the death in the family kept me from writing for a few weeks. Hope to get into the swing of things again and work on a few WIPs.