ADifferentKindOfCosplay (4 page)

The alarm clock went off, and immediately Zach’s heart
raced.

Reese silenced the alarm, then let out a groan.

Zach kept his eyes closed, not wanting to let her know he
was awake just yet. All he needed was a few minutes to compose his thoughts.

His first one was,
Fuuuuck!

This was quickly followed by,
Christ, it’s today—it’s
Reese’s birthday, her thirtieth birthday, and I’ve gone and bought the most
bonkers present known to man. What if she hates it? What if she hates me?
God,
I could be homeless by lunchtime.

He continued to let the panic flow through his brain, hoping
that some common sense or at least calm would kick in soon.

Come on, man,
he told himself,
get a fucking grip.
Roll over and say good morning to your beautiful girlfriend before she kicks
your arse.

Pulling in a deep breath through his nostrils, Zach opened
his eyes and rolled over. He was met by Reese’s sleepy and incredibly cute
face. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he said, “Good morning, sweetheart. Happy
birthday.”

“Morning,” she said, her voice still thick with slumber,
“and thank you.” Snuggling into him, she added, “Humph. Do you think anyone
will notice if we stay in bed all day?”

Chuckling, Zach replied, “I’m afraid so, sweetie. People
want to talk to you on every birthday, never mind such a special one. So what’s
your plan for the day, since staying in bed is out?”

“You don’t have a plan for me?”

Pulling back so he could look at her face, Zach frowned.
“What do you mean? Am I supposed to have arranged something?”

Reese narrowed her eyes. “No surprise visits? No party?
Seriously?”

His heart began pounding again. Christ, after all that, he
had
fucked it up! “Um, sweetie, you said you absolutely, categorically,
definitely did not want a party. I made completely sure it wasn’t just one of
those things people say when they mean the exact opposite, and you assured me
that fuss was the last thing you wanted. So no, I haven’t arranged a party. And
nor has anybody else. Your mother wasn’t impressed.”

Reese’s eyes were wide now, horror-stricken, and Zach wanted
the ground to open up and swallow him. Homelessness and singledom were in his
near future, he just knew it. He brushed the back of his hand across his damp
forehead, then wiped his sweaty palms on the sheets. “Um…”

Reese’s expression changed and she burst out laughing.
Giving him a playful shove, she said, “Zach, I’m joking! I’m joking. You’re
right. A party or any kind of fuss is the last thing I want. So thank you for
making sure nothing like that is in the works.”

Zach continued to stare at his girlfriend, not yet seeing
the funny side.

“I’m sorry, babe,” she said, kissing him. “I was just
winding you up. Don’t take it to heart.”

“Uh.” He shook his head, chivvying his brain to catch up.
“Okay. Great. No party, no fuss. So does that mean you don’t want breakfast in
bed?”

“Hell no!”She winked. “Breakfast is the most
important meal of the day—I don’t think you making and delivering it is fuss,
exactly, do you?”

The cheeky expression on her face made him want to shove her
back onto the pillows, strip her naked and ravish her. But he restrained
himself—that would have to wait. If he was going to show her some superhero
action later on, he needed to conserve his energy.

Sending apologetic thoughts to his crotch, he tipped Reese a
wink. “All right, birthday girl, one breakfast coming up. What would you like?”

“Nothing too filling—I expect Mum will be around later with
one of her cakes. And as much as a party is a no-go, cake is a resounding yes.”

“Bacon sarnie? Brown sauce?”

“Perfect.”

Getting out of bed, he pulled on a pair of shorts before
heading into the kitchen. He made two cups of coffee, delivered one to her and
was thanked with an erection-inducing kiss, then returned to start on a couple
of bacon sandwiches.

A little while later, they were leaning up against the
pillows and making happy sounds as they chowed down on their sandwiches. “So,”
Zach said, after swallowing the last morsel and putting his plate down on his
bedside table, “you never answered my question. What’s the plan for today?”

“Well,” she replied, handing him her empty plate, “first,
thanks for that. It was delicious. Secondly, I ought to get showered and dressed.
It’s Saturday, so I’m guessing that means people will be dropping around before
long with cards and presents. With any luck they’ll all be pretty early, so we
can lock the door behind them then spend the rest of the day alone together.”

“Really? You just want to spend the day with me? I’m
flattered, baby, but if you want to go out, we’ll go out. We could go somewhere
for lunch, go for a walk, whatever you like.”

“Well, maybe we could go for a walk and lunch, but after
that I want to be here. Just me and you.”

“Your wish is my command, honey. Now before you go for a
shower, would you like the cards and presents that are already here?”

She grinned. “What do you think?”

Rolling his eyes, Zach opened the door of his bedside
cabinet and removed a stack of envelopes and small gifts. He handed them to
Reese, then leaned back into the pillows again and watched her get stuck in.

Catching sight of his writing, she shot him a glance, then
deliberately separated his envelope from the others. “I’ll save yours until last.”

“Okay. Whatever you want. I’ll go put this stuff in the
dishwasher.” Collecting their used crockery, he loaded the dishwasher and
tidied up the stuff he’d used in the kitchen before returning to their bedroom.

Reese’s expression was one of happiness and fondness. She’d
clearly had some nice cards and presents so far—though he expected none of them
were particularly things she
wanted,
more the sort of stuff people buy
when they don’t know what else to get.

“What’s in the haul so far, sweetie? Anything we can sell
for millions, quit our jobs and move to a desert island?”

“Ugh, I wish,” she said, putting a small gift box on the
growing pile. “Just the usual, so far. Perfume, earrings, necklaces,
bracelets…though one of my colleagues has clearly been listening for a change.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. She got me a gift voucher for Forbidden Planet.”

“Oh, right.” He tried to sound a little confused. “You mean
that geeky shop you like?”

“That’s the one.”

“Fantastic. Wish I’d thought of that.”

She narrowed her eyes at him again, and Zach mentally kicked
himself.
Cool it, mate, otherwise she’s going to get suspicious.

Fortunately for him, at that moment the doorbell went.

“Shit!” Reese zipped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. “I
bet that’s my mother!”

Zach smiled, then turned and headed for the front door to
find out.

Reese smiled for what felt like the bazillionth time as she
waved goodbye to her family. She paused for a further minute out of politeness
as they walked down the street, then closed the door. Letting out a heavy sigh
of relief, she shoved on the safety chain and shot the dead bolt, slumping
against the cool wood.

“Hey.” Zach’s voice came from behind her, gentle in tone.

“Hey,” she said, slowly turning around. When she caught
sight of him, she frowned. “What are you…”

Her boyfriend had slipped on a pair of wire-rimmed glasses
and fluffed his dark hair. He’d changed out of the jeans and T-shirt he’d been
wearing since he’d gotten out of the shower and into a purple shirt, mid-brown
slacks and smart shoes. There was something vaguely familiar about his outfit,
but she couldn’t for the life of her work out why he was wearing it. Especially
not the glasses—Zach had perfect eyesight.

“Sweetie,” she said tentatively, wondering if it was possible
that having her family at their house for almost the entire day had triggered a
nervous breakdown. It would be understandable. “Why are you, uh, dressed up? I
thought we’d agreed to stay in this evening? Clearly a walk and lunch is off
the table now, but we can always do that on my next day off.”

Zach
tsked
. “We’re not going out, birthday girl.
We’re staying in, just like you asked. And that’s fine by me. It fits in with
my devious plan perfectly.”

“Your devious plan?” Reese shook her head. She still didn’t
get it. Why would Zach put smart, if not entirely “him” clothes on if they were
staying in?

“Yes.” He stepped up to her and put his hands on her
shoulders. “I love you, sweetheart. What I love even more is the fact that I
bought you an Amazon voucher for your thirtieth birthday and you didn’t bat an
eye. But that’s not your real present. This is.” Waving his hand, he indicated
himself.

“You put a shirt and trousers on to have sex?” She giggled.
“That’s very, um, considerate of you, darling, but wouldn’t it have made more
sense to take your clothes
off?
”

The look on Zach’s face told Reese she still wasn’t getting
it.

He rolled his eyes. “Doctor, for a seriously smart woman,
you’re being very dumb. Think about it. Yes, this is my shirt. But have you
ever seen these trousers before? Or these glasses? I’m trying to
be
someone.”
Running his hand through his hair, he sighed. “Fuck, I’ve done this all wrong,
haven’t I? I remembered your chosen order and was sticking to it, but this
outfit is the most vague—you’d have twigged straight away if I’d chosen any of
the other ones, I’m sure.”

“Outfit? My chosen order?” Zach was right—she must be being
completely dumb, because she could not comprehend what was going on. Who the
fuck was he supposed to be? And
why?

“Let me help you out, sweetheart.” He cleared his throat,
then spoke again. “That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry.”

Reese’s mouth dropped open as she finally caught on. Her
heart pounded and she felt heat rushing to her cheeks. “Fuck! Seriously? You
dressed up as Bruce Banner? For me?” Another realization hit her. “And you’ve
got other outfits? Shit—do you have the whole collection?”

“Shut up, Reese, and kiss me. Doctor’s orders.”

Grinning, she took that as his answer. Slipping her arms
around Zach’s waist, she pulled him close and stretched up to do as he
commanded. Their lips met, and immediately delicious sensations began rushing
around Reese’s body. She’d pretty much worked out how the late afternoon,
evening and night were going to go now, and they held immeasurable amounts of
pleasure and promise.

Zach had leaned down into their embrace so they could deepen
their kiss. Parting her lips, Reese eagerly accepted Zach’s tongue, capturing
it with her own and tangling them together. They explored each other’s mouths,
their mutual affection and attraction ramping up steadily as they kissed.

The heat that had taken over Reese’s cheeks had now gone
considerably further south, pooling in her groin. Without even looking or
touching, she knew her vulva and clit were swelling, and that she was growing
wetter by the second. Zach had the ability to do this to her on any given
day—even after several years together, she still fancied the pants off of
him—but today was something special. He’d gone above and beyond, buying her a
gift card to put her off the scent while secretly planning something that was
so utterly personal, so totally thoughtful and unbelievably sexy that she could
scarcely believe it was happening. He’d clearly put some serious time and
effort into this, and all without her suspecting a thing.

Kissing him harder, more passionately, she poured every
ounce of her need for him into it, hoping he felt it. Felt just how fucking
delighted, ecstatic she was about his insane yet ingenious plan.

After several long, erotic moments, Reese pulled away,
gasping for air. “Doctor Banner,” she said huskily, smirking as she spotted the
erection tenting the crotch of Zach’s trousers, “my boyfriend isn’t around
right now. Would you like to take advantage of that fact?”

“What do you have in mind?” He pushed his glasses up his
nose. Reese thought it was fucking adorable.

“Oh, I dunno…maybe super-hot monkey sex in your laboratory?
Just keep that gamma radiation stuff away from me. And for God’s sake, don’t
get angry.”

“I think I can manage that.” Taking her hand, he led her
into the kitchen, then to the table. “Pop your sweet little ass on my
laboratory workstation, and I’ll make sure none of my fellow scientists can see
what we’re about to get up to. Especially not Stark.” He tipped her a wink
before moving off to shut the door—which had a line of sight through to the
living room window—and close all the blinds.

Reese watched him, shaking her head incredulously. Her
estate agent boyfriend was dressed up as Bruce Banner! His face and hair might
not bear any resemblance to Mark Ruffalo’s, but his backside looked equally
good in those high-waisted trousers. Firm and taut and utterly squeezable. Yum.
She could understand why he’d chosen to go the Banner route, rather than the
Hulk route, and she was glad. Even an uber-geek like her would struggle to find
a man covered in green body makeup sexy. Not to mention that it would be a pain
in the arse to get the stuff off Zach. No, she liked her men skin-colored, and
she was going to thoroughly enjoy screwing Bruce Banner in his laboratory
before he went off to do some more experiments and was replaced by Iron Man.
She wondered whether her next superhero visitor would be in human clothes or
his metal suit.

As Zach turned to her with a grin, pushing his glasses up
his nose again, Reese figured her wonderings could wait. Right now, she had a
genius scientist to fuck.

“You look very sexy in those glasses, doctor,” Reese said as
Zach stepped up next to the table. “But can you see me all right?”

He winked. “Don’t worry, they’re plain glass. I can see you
just fine, gorgeous. Happy birthday.”

He moved between her thighs, and she took advantage by
hooking her feet around the backs of his legs and pulling him closer. “Thank
you. I have to say, I’m very much looking forward to my present.” Rocking her
hips, she enjoyed the sensation of his hard cock pressing against her through
their layers of clothes.

“And I,” he replied, leaning down and kissing her, “am very
much looking forward to
giving
you your present.” He kissed her again,
but lingered this time, nibbling on her bottom lip then sucking it into his
mouth. Tingles radiated out from the area, and she hummed happily as arousal
zinged her nipples, then pooled in her groin.

When he released her lip, she immediately pushed her tongue
into his mouth, seeking his out once more. They dueled and caressed, explored
and played. Reese was supremely excited by the turn of events, mentally,
physically and sexually, and was torn between the temptation to pull out Zach’s
cock and stick it inside her, and the need to take her time, truly savor what
was happening.

She decided to keep a check on her rampant hormones for now.
Well, for as long as she could hold out, anyway. Reaching around Zach, she
gripped his buttocks. They were just as luscious as she’d imagined when she’d
been checking him out just minutes before. Squeezing, she rocked her pelvis at
the same time, stimulating her clit, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across
her skin. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and that
indescribable feeling of warmth, of intense need, crashed through her body.

Zach pushed her further into bliss when he began to play
with her breasts, holding them, weighing them. He pinched her nipples, lightly
at first, then gradually increasing the pressure until Reese was forced to
twist her face away from his and let out a cry. It was as if he’d tapped
directly into her bloodstream and was pumping it full of pure arousal. Jerking
her hips, she ground against his erection, eager for contact, for stimulation.
The pain he was creating in her nipples was driving her crazy, removing the
precarious grip she had on her self-control.

“Uh,” she moaned, sucking in a deep breath and attempting to
regain the use of her voice. “I didn’t know you were into giving pain, doctor.”

Releasing one of her nipples, he slid the glasses back up
his noise again. Reese’s pussy let out a trickle of warm juice in response.
Christ, she’d have to get him to wear those more often—with or without the rest
of the Bruce Banner get-up.

“I’m into whatever you like, little lady. It’s your
birthday, after all. My wish is your command.” Grinning, he added, “Within
reason.”

“Damn,” she said with a giggle, “I was going to ask you to
get one of your fellow Avengers in here so you could share me.”

Zach quirked a brow. “That might be problematic. I’m afraid
you’ll have to make do with me.”

“Ohhh,” she sighed dramatically, “I’m sure I’ll cope.
Anyway, I think I’d like you to make me come now, please.”

“Any preference as to how?”

“You’re the clever one. Surprise me.”

Shooting her a wicked grin that made her melt, he replied,
“I’ll do my best.”

He reached for the hem of her top, yanked it up and over her
head, and dropped it carelessly to the tiled floor. Then he bent to her chest
and closed his lips over her right nipple—through her bra. It was a thin,
satiny affair that did little to mask the heat and wetness of his mouth, and
added an unusual dimension to having her nipples sucked.

She liked it. Arching into his touch, she was grateful for
his hands supporting her back as she tangled her fingers in his hair and held
on, keeping him right where she wanted him. When he tried to move, she allowed
him only as far as the other stiff bud, which was eager to be given the same
treatment. She enjoyed the delicious sensation all over again, the gradual
buildup of heat, the dampness of his saliva slowly seeping through the material
and onto her sensitive skin.

Zach licked, sucked and nibbled at her flesh, switching back
and forth between her nipples until she was wild with lust, feeling like a
feral cat on heat. “Za—I mean, Bruce?”

“Hmm?” He didn’t take his mouth off her.

“Please take my clothes off and put your talented tongue
between my legs.”

Straightening, he said, “It would be my genuine pleasure.”

“That’s not even your line,” she giggled, impressed by the
amount of research he’d put into his insane venture.

“It is now,” he shot back, capturing her lips and kissing
her long and hard, until she was breathless. Only then did he pull away, making
short work of her bra, then bending to remove her shoes and socks.

“Stand up a sec, babe.” Zach patted her thigh. “Let me get
these off you.”

Seconds later she was utterly naked, a fact that was
amplified for her by the fact she was standing in their kitchen. It was weird,
kinky and sexy all at once.

Guiding her back onto the table, Zach grabbed a chair and placed
it in front of her. Sitting down, he was in the perfect position to eat her
pussy. And that was exactly what he did. He spread her legs and blew repeatedly
over her heated skin, sending shivers skittering up her spine and giving her
goose bumps.

Then, without any warning whatsoever, he clamped his hot
mouth onto her vulva.

Reese let out a yelp and jerked her legs over his shoulders,
pulling him harder onto her. There was no way she was letting her gorgeous
scientist go until she’d come all over his face. At the rate he was going, it
wouldn’t take too long anyway.

The talented tongue she’d spoken of was working its magic,
lapping at her folds and exploring her entrance before moving to write a
veritable novel on her clit. Zach swiped his tongue this way and that, stopping
every now and again to draw circles around the distended flesh, drawing out the
teasing to the extreme.

With a growl and a squeeze of her thighs, Reese said, “Hey,
Banner. If you wanna fuck me, you’d better hurry up and make me come before I
change my mind.”

She got no verbal response. Instead he pulled her needy clit
between his lips and sucked relentlessly. Tingles built up in her body at an
almost alarming rate, overwhelming her and shoving her into blissful oblivion
before her brain had a chance to catch up.

Squealing and bucking, she gripped the edge of the table
hard to stop herself falling over, riding out the orgasm that, after a slow,
sensual buildup, had been forced from her with enough speed to leave her dizzy.

“Whoa,” she said, her tongue feeling thick in her mouth as
Zach stood and wrapped her in his arms. “That was…” Trailing off, she let out a
high-pitched giggle. She sounded stoned or something. Perhaps she was—stoned on
pleasure. That didn’t even make sense, but she didn’t care.

“Reese.” Zach was speaking to her. She got the impression it
wasn’t the first time he’d said her name to get her attention.

“Hmm?” was her reply.

“Can I fuck you now? Because if I don’t, my cock might make
like the other guy and rip out of my trousers.”