Beneath Your Mask - Episode 1
by Chris Marie Green
Did you choose that hot costume with me in mind?
Heather looks around the loud, chaotic costume party.
Who is this?
An admirer. And a big Avengers fan.
And you’re texting me HOW…?
When I saw you dressed as a female Captain America, I had to ask your friend for your number.
Queen Margaery?
That’s the one.
I might have to kill her, Game of Thrones style.
Don’t be too hard on her! She didn’t tell me your name.
But she did say you’d love the challenge of tracking down a masked admirer.
Was she wrong, Captain America 🛡?
A secret admirer hunt?
At the excited rush that floods her, Heather bites her lip and assigns this cocky guy a contact name—
My Ballsy Admirer.
She’s up for anything as long as she’s dressed in sexy costumes!
It just so happens that I’m bored, so okay. Let’s play.
Give me a hint about what you’re wearing.
Let’s just say your version of Captain-ette America does it for me…
But you’re still a universe away.
Are you dressed as an alien?
Um…NO.
Then you could be wearing almost any costume here!
Try harder.
😛
Could it be you’re the pirate standing by the door and texting?
Stop whiffing out, Cap. I know you’ve got better aim than this.
Are you taunting me?
Maybe TEASING is a better word.
And if teasing gets you going as much as it does me…
Teasing is good. Keep it going, Mystery Man.
Then here’s another hint. My detective skills are pretty kick-ass.
Hmm. Maybe you’re the Sherlock Holmes standing by himself near the keg? And if you are…
Wait.
Please tell me you’re only *texting* me underneath that cloak.
LOL. Your friend did tell me you were saucy.
😏
But you still haven’t confirmed that you’re not Self-Pleasuring Sherlock.
That’s an ALLEGED Self-Pleasuring Sherlock — and it’s not me.
From here, I can’t tell WHAT he’s doing either 😂
LOL. At least now I know you’re in this room…
Not anymore.
You move fast, but I’m on your tail.
I’m going to the next room since you’re making me chase you through the house.
Perfect, because that leads to another hint…
I’m also hard to catch.
Heather exhales as her skin flushes and her pulse pumps.
This game has got her GOING.
Ah! You’re the wily fox near the stairs, aren’t you? I see you texting!
On second thought, foxes aren’t generally detectives, so never mind.
I will tell you this — you’re getting hot if you’re near the stairs.
Then again, hot is how you started out…
I’ve never seen Captain America with so many curves.
Such flattery. I’m almost thinking that my friend Jenna forced you to play this game.
Why would she do that?
I just got jilted. But that’s TMI.
Honestly, Jenna’s making a bigger deal of it than I am.
Heather swallows back the tightness in her throat.
Craving more distraction, she looks around for someone who’s texting and fits the clues.
To hell with the guy who did the jilting. Anyone who dropped you must be insane.
Keep up the sweet talk, Admirer. You just scored some major flattery points.
Scoring is the point of all this 🎯
My. You really are confident.
As a delicious shiver runs through Heather, her Queen Margaery matchmaking friend finds her.
Having fun yet?
Jenna, who is this guy? Please tell me he’s…
Ridiculously hot? Because he totally is.
You’re going to thank me for giving him your number.
YES!
I mean, whatever.
Yeah, whatever, Heather. You’re so into this.
A text makes Heather’s phone vibrate.
Asking your friend for clues is cheating.
I’m assuming you’re still in this room if you can see me talking to her.
I’m very good at blending. It’s part of my job.
Heather keeps looking around while talking to Jenna.
Jen, just give me a hint. Pretty please?
Okay. He’s somewhere within sight…unlike my own boyfriend.
You’d think it’d be easy to keep track of a Stormtrooper.
Forget Adam. Give me a better hint!
Excited much?
Hey, as long as this stays fun and I’m in costume…
At Heather’s lack of confidence, Jenna gives her a sympathetic look.
Heather shrugs it off.
Who wants to wallow in personal hang-ups when she’s got a good time waiting for her?
This is perfect, because I could use some fantasy before I have to go back to reality.
Mom wants me to come over for “a special dinner” in a few nights.
Oh-oh. Is she preparing you for yet another one of her new, serious boyfriends?
Probably. Then again, who knows what the flightiest woman in existence wants to talk to me about this time?
Heather grabs Jenna’s arm as she spots a shadow moving into the hallway.
Did my admirer just leave the room?
Maybe.
You are THE WORST.
Jenna’s about to answer…but then she sees her Stormtrooper leaning against the wall and watching her.
Jeez, even when Adam’s got a helmet on, I can tell he’s got hearts in his eyes for you.
As Jenna waggles her eyebrows and leaves, Heather texts her admirer and heads for the hallway.
Can you see me now?
You’re always within my eyesight because I’m a guardian of the city. A protector in the night…
Oh DUH. You’re also a superhero, aren’t you?
If I am, you should count yourself lucky, Cap.
My people have a real rivalry with you Marvel characters. We don’t generally mingle.
OMG.
No matter which costume you’re wearing, YOU’RE A NERD WHO LIKES DC COMICS!!!
Hey, who are you calling nerd? 😂
Please, non-nerds don’t care about the DC/Marvel rivalry!
Well, I did grow up reading DC…
I guess that makes me nerdy…but I’ve never been called a nerd outright.
Heather is done looking in the hallway. No nerds or superheroes THERE.
I’M a total nerd. It’s not a bad thing.
Damn straight it isn’t, especially if you’re a hot nerd like you.
Heather feels her heart swoon.
Where did you get your costume?
I cosplay most weekends, so I have a bunch of nerdy and elaborate outfits.
I like a woman who’s playful, whether it’s in costume or out of it.
Heather lets out a shaky, needful breath, then leans against a wall, scoping out the party.
She’s not about to let him know that she actually prefers to be IN costume.
So this is what I know about you so far…you’re a DC superhero with detecting skills…
And you’re super cocky.
Don’t you kind of have to be cocky to fight villains like we do?
No. I’m Captain-ette America, so I’m as humble as they come.
I’ve been told that I make a lot of fangirls come.
Holy crap!
Now she HAS to find him.
She spots a tall Batman standing by the stairs and her pulse jerks, then starts beating madly.
Could this be her ballsy masked admirer…?
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