Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

Breathing a sigh of relief as the men shot at her rather than the captives, she ducked and charged, barreling for the leader. Cut off the head and the snake dies, or so she thought. She dropped a shoulder, looking to slam him back away from Wheeler and into the wall, hopefully giving the tech exec time to crawl away from the fracas.
 
Monica rushed toward the leader at full speed. She collided with the man so hard that she felt a radiating pain down her shoulder, which seemed completely worth it when the figure roughly twice her side crashed into the wall, firing a wild shot into the air but immediately falling to the ground unconscious.

The gunmen in the maintenance worker’s suit squeezed off a round, but he appeared to be so badly rattled, the shot flew well overhead and, thankfully, well over the heads of the other group of kneeling hostages.
 
Wincing, Monica was glad for the helmet as it didn't betray her pain. She shifted towards the other man "if you put the gun down, I wont have to smash your hand to get at it. You know that's a net positive right? you going to prison with two working hands means you might last a few days. Long enough to get some nazi tattoos and pretend to be a white supremecist or whatever. I'm not sure I only know prison from TV because I'm not a psychopath who shoots up tech people."
 
The man’s eyes grew wide as Monica turned her attentions on him. Hand shaking, he eventually lowered the gun. A moment later, he kneeled down and puts his hands in the over. “Alright. You win,” he muttered, looking at the ground now.
 
Monica picked up the gun "will someone with a phone call 911 please and let them know its safe to come in, and we need ambulances for the security guards." She looked down at the guy "three of you down here, one in the stairs. Any others?" She set the gun aside "its best you tell me so i can disarm them instead of them dying in a hail of gunfire when the police get here."
 
Many of the hostages reached for their phones now as the other terrorist surrendered. “There were four of us,” the man stated, sounding truthful. “One was upstairs.”

Before long, the authorities had arrived to lock down the scene and attend to the injured. Monica was able to summon the Sliver to transport her away, then find a reasonably nearby location to change back into her civilian garb and head home.

When she arrived, Gabi greeted her at the door with a full-bodied hug. “Baby. I was watching everything. Are you okay?” She buried her head in her girlfriend’s neck.
 
Mon winced "I fucked up my shoulder slamming some fat zealot into a wall. Nothing major I'm sure it will be fine in a day or so" She ran her fingers through her girl's hair "but there were two dead guys there. Two guys who were just doing their jobs, killed by some people scared of AI that weren't doing anything that would stop it. People are the worst. Hell is other people. Didn't Camus say that? or Sartre? some french guy."
 
“God, honey,” Gabi said in shock when she mentioned the two dead men. “I’m so sorry.” She rested her chin on Monica’s shoulder. “I am just so…everything just needs to stop. For one day.” Sighing, she touched Monica’s chin lightly and looked up at her girlfriend with her dark eyes.

“Can we just go out somewhere where I can get some cheap chicken strips and where we can maybe flirt with the server to bring us a drink?” She held Monica’s hand. “Misti’s. My treat,” she said, referring to a restaurant that served mostly pub grub.
 
"we can do anything you want baby" she kissed Gabi's cheek "We can stay in and you can sit on my face, or we can go out and get some fried food and be normal college girls for a night. No drinking though, I'm the nighthawk and being tough on crime is my whole thing" She winked at her girl, then curled her good arm around her.
 
Gabi managed a hint of a smile. “Umm…I am going to need both tonight, querida.” She kissed Monica’s lips, then dug her teeth in slightly on the older girl’s lower lip. “Still a few hours until dinner. Let’s just curl up on the couch for a while and watch something.”

The two girls curled up on the couch together, Gabi still in her comfy clothes from earlier. The younger girl’s body felt tense, but soon, as Monica held her and nuzzled her and stroked her skin, she began to relax. A few hours passed, and Gabi threw on a warm, knit, purple top and a pair of black pants.

Misti’s was packed as it was the one other time Monica and Gabi had gone with some friends. Being close to campus, most of the customers were college students kicking off their Thirsty Thursdays early. Their server was a floppy-haired, bookish guy likely in his mid 20s who approached them after they had been waiting for a table for about 15 minutes.

“I’m starving,” Gabi said. Before Monica had even had a chance to open her menu, Gabi said, “I know what I want. What are you going to get?” Her girlish exuberance seemed to be on the rebound now, her tone teasingly encouraging Monica to be quick with her decision making.

Monica received a text.

Thalmer: Sorry, I’m not really great at handling rejection. Please tell Gabi I’m so sorry for wanting to be more honest with her than you’re apparently capable of being. Did anyone ever tell you you’re adorable when you make threats? Kisses. T.
 
Monica wore a blue blouse unbuttoned to her sternum, with a black bra beneath and a pair of jeans and a low-heeled boot. She sat and as her girl teased her to order quickly she settled on a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a coke. She picked up her phone and texted back "no, you were not honest. you said things you want to be true, not things that are true. Leave us alone."

She shut her phone off, then reached across the table and took Gabi's hand, threading her fingers through the other girl's and smiling. "So what do we have going on this week? anything?"
 
Gabi smiled, letting Monica take her hand and playing with a salt shaker. “I’m definitely excited to spend the whole weekend with you,” the younger girl said, referring to their upcoming trip back to Cottersville for Monica’s celebration with her father. “Even if there is going to be family involved. So…I told Zoe that this weekend was just going to be family stuff. I didn’t have the…bandwidth to tell her the other stuff today. I thought maybe we could both Facetime with her to let her know how we’re feeling about things.”

Gabi glanced down at her phone after the waiter had delivered their food. “Um…would you be okay sleeping over at my house either tomorrow or Saturday? Mom really wants me--us--to spend one night there.”

The corners of Gabi’s mouth turned up in a mischievous grin. “So, we’ll…have to get the naughty stuff out of our system tonight.”
 
Monica nodded. "we can absolutely stay with your mom. Sarah loves me." she shrugs and cracks her back then leans in a little, looking over at her girlfriend. "and we can absolutely do whatever tonight. and everything." She smiled and covered her girl's hand "so. how DO you feel? Its ... you know ok to not necessarily feel the same as I do and you don't have to pretend otherwise. we can work out whatever baby."
 
Gabi smiled. “That’s because you, cutie, take very good care of me.” She stroked Monica’s hand softly. “This barbecue sauce is amazing. Try some, querida.” She dipped a little edge of a chicken finger in the red sauce and then passed it along to Monica.

“Can we leave the Zoe stuff for tomorrow?” she asked, sounding a little tired but otherwise neutral. “I think we’re pretty much on the same page with her. It’s just…after the thing with Thalmer today, I’m…I feel like my emotions have been on a roller coaster ride all day.”

A moment later, the server arrived with the check.
 
Monica took Gabi home and shut the door. Before the other girl could walk away she grabbed her and lifted her, spinning to pin her to the door "I think someone wanted hands all over her. That's my recollection" she grinned and pressed Gabi against the wood "think you can be loud enough that the neighbors know you're getting laid?" she waggled her eyebrows and laughed, then sucked on Gabi's pouty lower lip. "I wanna fuck you baby."
 
“God, yes,” Gabi responded to Monica’s playful mention of potentially disturbing their neighbors. An expression of passionate intensity appeared on the younger girl’s face. She nipped roughly at her lover’s neck, then her earlobe. “I want you to fuck me so hard I forget all about today.”

She wrapped her legs around Monica tighly. “Where do you want me?” she asked, her eyes admiring the swell of her girlfriend’s chest.
 
"I think I can put you where I want you baby. I'm strong like that" she grinned and kept Gabi pinned to the door, her hands cupping the Latina's round ass. She squeezed it firmly, then carried her girl into Gabi's bedroom. She tossed her playfully on the bed, then covered Thadeus A Bear with a shirt "he shouldn't see what's coming" she grinned at her girl, then climbed onto the bed, pressing her down onto it, kissing her over and over, sucking on her full lips.
 
Gabi smiled bashfully as Monica hefted her into the air, her hands running along her lover’s taut arms. Her soft frame bounced lightly on the bed and she gazed up at the older girl, licking her own lips for a moment before getting pinned down and kissed.

Her hands entwined with Monica’s as their lips came together. The Latina teased and caressed Monica’s tongue with her own, letting out faint little groans as they explored one another. “Mmm…I don’t know what’s hotter. How you look right now or when you were in your super cute jobseeker clothes before.”
 
"Just wait till i buy a suit. Maybe we can do some roleplay" Monica laughed and kissed along her girl's neck. Her hands moved urgently, pushing Gabi's top up and off. She looked down at her "Fuck you're so hot." she slid a hand around, deftly unclasping the brunette beauty's bra, then straddled her, looking down at her. She ran her hands along Gabi's skin, tracing over her flat stomach, her chest. Her eyes travelled along her lover's body, drinking it in. "Might just not let you get re-dressed till we go home." She laughed and leaned forward, blond hair spilling down around her face. Her eyes found Gabi's, holding her gaze as her hands cupped the other girl's cheeks. Her thumbs brushed along the cheekbones "You're not getting any sleep tonight."
 
“Ooh…I wonder what you’re willing to do to get that job,” Gabi said, stroking her chin in mock contemplation. “Or do you want to be the boss?”

The brunette’s light brown nipples were already perking up as Monica undressed her. “I love the way you look at me. It almost makes all those mornings at the gym worth it,” she said, smirking. She purred softly as Monica lovingly touched her bare, olive-hued flesh. Gabi’s hands gripped Monica’s hips through her jeans as the older girl perched over her. She looked Monica in the eye, reaching up and grasping the blonde girl’s shoulders as her girlfriend held the sides of her face.

An impish look in her eyes, Gabi said, “That’s what coffee is for.” Her fingers slipped under Monica’s shirt, stroking her stomach and navel. “I need to feel you, baby.”
 
Monica chuckles "we can take turns being the boss." She leaned over her girl then sat up, peeling off her top and unclasping her bra. she tossed both aside, then leaned down, sucking one thick dark nipple into her mouth as she worshipped her girl's chest. She ran her fingers along gabi's soft curves, tracing them. She moaned and looked up, her green eyes locked to Gabi's darker ones. "I'm gonna fuck you baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good. you're so fucking sexy" she ran short nails along Gabi's sides, then trapped her nipple in her teeth playfully. She tugged, then pushed up and kissed Gabi, letting her mouth brush softly around the other girl's.
 
Gabi watched closely as Monica removed her top and black bra, desire written plainly across her face. Moments later, she inhaled sharply as Monica sucked her swollen nipple. The younger girl’s fingers entwined with her lover’s hair, lightly pulling at the roots as Monica played with her sensitive breasts.

“Yesss. I need you to fuck me. Show me I’m yours.” She grasped the sides of Monica’s face as the older girl nibbled one of her brown nubs.

Gabi grazed Monica’s upper lip with an upward stroke of her tongue. “Can you do that for me, Princesa? My love. My heart.”
 
She pinched Gabi's thick nipples "yes." she leaned over her girl, kissing her neck, pressing a jean clad thigh up against Gabi's core. She rubbed it slowly against her girl, "i mean you already know but I'll show you. I'll show you over and over." She sucked at the hollow of Gabi's throat, marking her with her lips, raising a bruise on the skin "And now I'm showing everyone' she hated a love bite herself but it was useful from time to time. She flicked her tongue along the ridges of Gabi's ear, rocking her thigh back and forth "you're all mine, sexy."
 
Gabi gazed at Monica, her shiny black hair cascading over her rose-patterned pillows. Her thighs squeezed the older girl’s leg between them. A moment later, her curvy hips began to move, pushing back against the denim. “Yes, carino,” she murmured. The Latina brushed some blonde hair that had fallen between them aside, then cooed as Monica left her mark.

She leaned upward to kiss Monica’s lips, then slid a hand down to stroke the older girl’s right breast, cupping it, plucking the nipple, fingers encircling it, using the sensitive pink flesh as a trail.
 
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Sliding a hand under Gabi's ass she kneaded, pulling her up against Monica's thigh. She rocked it back and forth against her core, then kissed Gabi's lips again. She sucked on her upper, then her lower. She tugged with increasing urgency, moaning into the kiss as she ground lightly against her girl. She sat up, grabbing Gabi's jeans and tugging them over her hips. SHe leaned down, kissing along her flat stomach, looking up at her lover from below "you're so fucking hot."
 
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