Incognito—Chapter Nineteen
"Oh fuck!" Edward stepped away from the mirror, seriously having a moment of pure geekdom when he saw his reflection. "My new nose and cheekbones combined with my jaw give me Paul Bettany vibes, seriously amazing work. The color is spot on, Swan."
Bella was finishing her make up while he was supposed to be trying to put in the contacts.
"Stop stalling, Cullen!" Normally, she would've had him put them on before makeup, in case his eyes water. She let him get used to the idea of him sticking shit in his eye first.
Edward grabbed the stupid case for the contacts she had bought, wondering if he could really do it. Put something in his eye. The idea alone made him shudder.
"Try not to think of it as putting something in your eye, but on it." She walked into the room in barely-there underwear and thigh high stockings.
How was he supposed put something on his eyes if Bella was walking around nearly naked? He wasn't one to waste an opportunity to ogle her.
"That's not helping." Edward sat down in the chair, pulling out his cell phone to watch a video on how to do it. "And how am I supposed to focus when you're dressed like that?"
She walked up behind him, massaging his shoulders for a few moments. Her reflection in the mirror showed her slightly darker makeup than usual. The redness of her lips made him think of her "reward" should he successfully put on the contacts.
"These costumes are fucking genius, but they'll only work if you put in the contacts." She squeezed his shoulders once more, leaving to finish dressing and fix up her hair.
Edward watched her go and wondered for the hundredth time how he had waited so long to take her to bed. "Because you want more, you asshole," he grumbled to himself.
"Aw, you say the sweetest things," he heard Bella say from the restroom. She popped her head out and winked. "And so do I. We're doing the right thing." Her smile made him want to succeed on his part, basically shutting up and putting in some damn contacts.
After watching a few videos from actual optometrist websites, he found another one that made it sound seem less daunting and none of the mumbo jumbo doctors used. He rose from the chair and headed toward the restroom for better lighting and to wash his hands.
"Ready?" Bella asked. She had finished her make up done and hair parted in the middle, her curls falling over her shoulders.
Edward silently asked from her to come closer, placing the lenses case on the bathroom counter. She stopped in front of him, curious to what he had in mind, no doubt. He motioned with a finger for her to spin around.
He wanted the full effect.
She smirked, stepping back and slowly spinning. The top was just like Wanda's casual clothes in Civil War, black long sleeve with a red underlining. The short, black skirt flared from her waist and the hem grazed just under the tops of her thighs. The solid five inches of creamy skin from the skirt to the top of her stockings made him itch to touch her. She capped off the look with black combat boots, and it was then that he saw it.
The red glow emanating from the palms of her hands.
"What is that?"
Bella shrugged, flaring out her fingers, doing elaborate moves that mimicked Scarlet Witch's spellcasting. "I thought I should try for something for a special effect. It's just some red lights." She held up her wrists, and taped to the inside of them was a single wire, and at the end was a tiny light. "The button to turn them on are tucked under here." She showed him, seemingly nervous. "Is it stupid?"
"No!" He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her a little. "Stop doubting yourself. You've done an amazing job and we're only on the first costume. You've actually outdone yourself, since you were only supposed to make me the one."
"I know, but I want to give us a better chance of seeing as much of the convention as possible. For that, we needed more than one costume, plus something simpler like Vision in casual clothes will allow us to go have drinks at the bar, or having dinner at the hotel."
"You've thought of everything, so please stop doubting yourself. Go with your instinct."
Bella sighed loudly, her fingers dancing down his chest. "You're right, I'm usually not like this, but I think because it's so important to me…"
"It's important to me, too." Edward brushed his lips against hers, but lightly, due to their makeup, and that shit tasted awful sometimes. "Okay, let me see if I can do this."
She pulled back and cocked an eyebrow. "If?" Her fingers continued down his chest, skimming the waistband of his slacks. Suddenly, she palmed him. His cock was hard in record fucking time.
"Jesus, not if," he groaned, thrusting against her hand. "I will do it." Edward ushered her out of the room, because he'd rather not make a fool out of himself in front of her.
Edward heard Bella sing along to the music she had on in the room, as he looked at himself in the mirror. He had full-on makeup with prosthetics on before, but it had been a few years. Whatever Bella used felt lighter, though it kept his identity a secret.
After some cursing and few failed attempts, he got the first one in ten minutes later.
"How's it going in there?" Bella knocked on the door. "Edward, I was only kidding. You don't have to wear them. Vision in shades would look badass."
Edward chuckled. "Now you tell me."
"I just don't want you to hurt your pretty eyes." She sounded genuinely distressed.
He opened the bathroom door, winking at her with his still empty eye. "Ye of so little faith." One eye was considerably darker, his own shade, while the other was a very pale green, like Vision in the movie. "I have one down, give me a few more minutes."
She leaned against the door, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm going to miss your eyes."
He touched the side of her face, his thumb brushing her bottom lip. "I already miss yours." There was no missing the blue-gray of her eyes; they stood out against the dark eye makeup.
"Good to know." She kissed his cheek and finished packing up her things while he put in the other contact. It only took another five minutes—at least he could do it now. His agent was going to be thrilled once he told her.
"All done."
She threw her arms around his neck and grinned. "Someone really wants a blowjob."
"Always."
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"Okay, the room is under my name." Bella walked into the lobby beside him, carrying one of the garment bags she brought with her. "Let me do the talking, until you have your voice down for the afternoon."
For the last couple of days, since Bella let him know he was dressing as Vision, he had practiced Paul's tone, accent and mannerisms. He hoped to impress Bella, as she had since this all started, countless times.
"Understood." They agreed he'd keep his talking simple, concise and to the point. "We're still going to the convention floor, right?"
"That's the plan, and maybe some drinks and dinner." Bella waved at someone she recognized, dressed as Superman, the most recent version. "We'll just go long enough to grab some gear and any information they may have for us."
Their lanyards and passes were hanging around their necks, and Edward looked around the hotel lobby to see many of the people with them, too. There were a lot more people dressed in casual wear than in cosplay costumes, but it was still early. He spotted a Captain America and what looked like Drax from Guardians of the Galaxy.
Some kid pointed them out to his father from across the room, and Edward and Bella both froze. It was why he insisted on coming with Bella; to test if it was possible to walk into a room with potential fans without being mobbed.
It was time to see if his plan to go incognito would work.
AN: Thanks to kyla713 for your help with the chapter. Pictures of Bella and Edward's costumes is up on my profile on Facebook and Twitter. I'll be updating again on Wed. See you then.