Incognito—Chapter 20
Edward felt Bella still beside him but saw her smile as she glanced at the young boy. He had what appeared to be a Vision t-shirt on, surprising Edward. He'd seen a several comic book related t-shirts since arriving at the hotel, but most fans were wearing Captain America, Loki, and Iron Man shirts. This was the first person he'd seen with Vision.
The boy's father seemed hesitant on approaching them, but seeing the enthusiasm on his son's face made it impossible to ignore the opportunity to make his day. They started toward them, his father tipping his chin up, silently asking if it was all right.
Edward glanced at Bella, they each smiled and nodded at the boy and his father. Edward leaned toward Bella, whispering, "Are you ready?"
One of Bella's eyebrows arched high. "Do you doubt me?"
Edward nearly whistled at the accent resembling Wanda's in the movies, though not as thick as in Age of Ultron. Her voice sounded slightly deeper, and he didn't miss the look of smugness on her lips. There were times her confidence came out in spades, such as that moment. He leaned closer. "That was sexy."
He winked as he rose to his full height, straightening out his posture as Vision would, he would not slouch in the slightest. Keeping an eye on the boy, he offered him a small, no-teeth smile, something simple and concise as Vision would give a stranger.
Vision's warmest smiles were only for Wanda, so Edward would plan to only save his for Bella.
"Good afternoon," he said, his voice no longer sounding like his own. Bella gasped softly beside him, and he worked to remain in character and not smirk like she had. He had to act ever the professional, as if the camera was on.
The boy's mouth dropped, his eyes widening. "This is so cool!" He looked from Edward then to Bella. "Is she your girlfriend? Mom says Vision loves Wanda, is that true?"
The boy's father apologized, before turning his attention to his son. "I thought I told you not to read you mom's fan fiction."
Bella couldn't remain in character, laughing out loud. The boy's father blushed, running a nervous hand through his blond hair much like his son's, keeping his eyes on the child and not the costumed pair.
The boy pouted. "I only read the T rated stuff."
Edward decided to go with the flow. "I only wish to protect her." He gestured toward Bella, hoping that sounded like a suitable answer.
The boy scowled at his father but nodded at Edward. "So that's a yes." He sighed loudly, shrugging. "I guess that's okay, she's kind of cool. I'm Simon." He held out his hand, shaking both Edward and Bella's with the same excitement he had when he first spotted them. As his hand dropped to his side, Simon's eyes widened, his mouth once again dropping in surprise. "Your hands are glowing!" He pointed at Bella's hands.
Bella played it up, keeping her palms from view, her fingers fanning and moving with the same grace as the Scarlet Witch would.
He looked up at his dad. "Are you sure this isn't the real deal?"
"I'm sure," his father introduced himself as Alex. "Your costumes are remarkable. My wife is going to be upset she missed this. She loves your characters a lot."
"Considering she writes fan fiction with this ship, I don't find that hard to believe," Bella replied, still using Wanda's accent. She was pretty damn good; Edward was thoroughly impressed. "We're just checking in and putting away our things. We'll be coming down later to look around."
"Maybe we'll see you then," Alex said, shaking Bella's hand while Edward signed Simon's autograph book as Vision. "My wife would love a picture with you two," he added.
Bella suggested Edward and Simon take a photo, which the boy snapped up the chance to take.
While Edward and Simon posed for a few photos, Bella looked around to see if she could see Jacob. He had texted them earlier that he was near, and had been in the neighborhood of the beach house where they were staying earlier. She wasn't sure what he dressed as, but if she knew her friend, it was not be anything subtle. Plus, he allowed his boyfriend, Seth, free reign on his costumes.
Seth would undoubtedly be close, too. He still didn't know who Bella made the Vision and Winter Soldier costumes for, and it would remain that way for now, but Seth was smart. He'd eventually put two and two together.
She spotted someone dressed as Guardians of the Galaxy's Yondu reading a newspaper, sitting in a chair across the lobby. The unique blue coloring was spot on, the fin on top of his head looked rather impressive, but the way the man sat suggested it was someone she knew. She crossed her arms over her chest, cocking an eyebrow and looking straight at him.
Yondu smiled but kept his eyes trained on the paper. It was Jacob and she realized that Seth needed a fucking raise. The details in the makeup and jacket were movie set worthy. She knew he was talented and the only way he'd grow was if she let him spread his wings a little. It wouldn't be long before he worked on a set and she'd lose him, but she was damn proud.
"Thanks for this," Alex said, taking his son's hand after a few photos with Bella. "We'll let you go, hopefully, we'll see you later." Simon seemed reluctant to go, until he saw an Iron Man entering the hotel.
"See you later," Simon said, waving as he tugged his father toward Iron Man.
Edward and Bella watched him go, both rather happy that so far, they were in the clear. "Let's go, before someone else stops us."
Bella's waggled her eyebrows. "Is someone eager for his reward?"
She had no idea, but he also felt it was unfair that he had yet to reciprocate. He obviously couldn't because of his makeup, but he had to make it up to her.
Edward took her elbow and gave it a squeeze. "Not before you come first."
Her eyes fluttered closed, a moan slipping from her lips. "What about your makeup?" she asked, reminding him that he couldn't do much with his mouth or fingers. "We'll figure that out. For now, let's get this shit up there. It's heavy."
She was right—her makeup case probably weighed close to forty pounds.
Bella led the way, since the room was under her name, toward the hotel's counter. The man behind it looked up from his computer screen, offering them the usual smile. It faltered when he saw they were costumed. Eric, according to his name tag immediately took Bella's license and started the process.
"Will the gentleman be staying with you?" He handed back Bella's license, after carefully inspecting it. "Under the circumstances, we try to ensure the safety of the guests and need to know who is here."
"Understandable, it could be anybody under all the makeup." Bella offered him a smile. "He's not staying with me, just helping me with my things."
Edward pulled out his wallet and handed him over Alec's license, having anticipated such a thing to happen. Alec was the closest of his friends that shared his height, facial structure, and general body frame. His Adam's apple bobbed as he waited for the truth to come out. Alec was known by his fans to be his friend but had no idea how often he'd posed as Edward to escape his house or a hotel.
"All right, everything looks to be in order." He handed them some packets that the convention left for guests, including some new rules and regulations for the safety of everyone. He pointed toward the general direction of the convention and offered them a card for their concierge.
Edward helped the bellhop to put everything in a cart, the young woman bubbly with excitement. She looked almost starry-eyed, and it instantly put him on alert.
"Let me guess, this is your first time working during Comic Con?" Bella asked her, as Tiffany led them to an empty elevator to head up to their floor.
The red head smiled brightly. "Can you tell?" She appeared sheepish but then smiled anyway. "I can't help it, I was a closet geek throughout high school, so this is kind of amazing. All day, I've seen my favorite heroes." She laughed, asking for a quick photo.
Edward was worried a close up would give him away, but Bella didn't argue, posing behind Tiffany, resting her temple against his shoulder. True to Vision's character and his own, Edward couldn't help but look at Bella instead of the camera.
He never believed in the whole love at first sight thing, but he was starting to question the possibility of falling in love in a matter of weeks.
Tiffany promised not to post the photo until much later, since she'd get in trouble. Of course, she asked if Edward was, in fact, Paul Bettany, since his accent was damn good. Edward dropped the accent but added a southern drawl to his voice to cover his own. "I assure you, I'm not. My girlfriend just happens to be amazing at this." He winked, laughing as they exited the elevator.
The trio talked about the upcoming panels they were planning to visit, and how for the evening, Edward and Bella were only visiting the booths. Their first full day wouldn't start until the next one, and they only had one anime panel Bella wanted to attend and then they'd continue exploring the convention floor.
Tiffany opened their suite and gave them the usual spiel about the room. Bella, along with Tiffany and Edward, settled their costumes on the north side bedroom, knowing it would be best for lighting when she worked on their makeup. The other bedroom would be for "naps", according to Bella.
Edward had to excuse himself after that comment, his cock clearly evident in his charcoal -colored slacks. Bella handed Tiffany a nice tip and finally closed the door behind her. She stood against it and Edward sat on one of the couches directly across the room. The large window behind him had bright sunlight spilling through, casting him in shadows. His elbow rested on the arm rest, his fingers brushing along his lips.
"Come here, beautiful." The roughness of voice sounded unfamiliar, but from the way Bella's thighs rubbed together, she liked it.
"You can't do anything with your make up." She walked slowly toward him. "You can't even…" She paused, taking the chair across from him, close enough to tease him with her perfume, but too far for him to touch. "Can't even fuck me with your fingers."
Edward groaned, his fingers twitching against his chin and mouth. "You brought makeup. Are you afraid I'm going to mark up the inside of your gorgeous thighs with all this red?" He held up two fingers, curling them slightly, in his own way teasing her.
"When you put it like that," she whispered, her tongue sweeping across her bottom lip. "That sounds hot." He waited to see if she'd elaborate. She didn't disappoint. "Knowing those marks from your fingers are there while I'm walking around downstairs."
Edward's whole body tensed, envisioning what she described. He wanted it. "Then that is what I want for my reward."
"Are you sure?" She stood up, stalking toward him, slowly settling across his lap. Her legs, long and so inviting lay across his thighs and couch. Her fingers brushed up his chest, then teased his white button up under the sweater. "I did promise to wrap these lips around your cock."
He wanted it—fuck, did he want it. His dick twitched in response to her words, to her nearness. "You did promise that, but if I remember correctly, I owe you one." His finger lightly traced the chain around her neck, down to the tops of her breasts. Her nipples tightened under her shirt, making his mouth water.
"You owe me nothing, besides I've come quite a bit since I met you." The teasing smile on her lips told Edward she knew exactly what she was implying with her innuendo. She knew he'd imagine her touching herself, he'd have to remember to ask her to do it one day.
At the moment, he wanted something else more.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I want to watch you come undone by my touch, my fingers." He lifted her hand to his lips, sucking on a fingertip. "I want to mark your thighs with all this makeup so I can take time later to wash it off."
"Oh fuck." Bella's thighs fell open as his hand slid between them.
AN: According to reviews, everyone wants me to get Edward and Bella to the convention already, so that's what I'll do. Working on the next chapter already :)