Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

"I mean it is possible to be both Aro and not a very good person. those aren't mutually exclusive states." Monica sipped at her water "And I was totally nerdy. Look, doing science isn't exactly popular in rural America. Particularly weird little villages formed by strange protestant sects like the Cotterites. Ever heard of them? before you pretend you have, you haven't." She laughs "Plus you know, just general anti-scholastic Americanism. We were the kids that liked science and wanted to be astronauts and not country singers or pro wrestlers. Also Gabi seduced me with Dungeons and Dragons so. You know. Hardcore nerds." She followed Nelly's eyes as she looked around "you know if only you could go get consequence free sex on the internet, what a world we would all live in" being dryly sarcastic in her delivery.

Replying toi Wendell she shrugged "depends. I guess. Like, Gabi and I have only been together a year but by the time I graduate, assuming we still are, it will be four years. She's going to have grad school. Pharmacy or Med school. So I'll have to see about what options I have that overlap with options she has and all that. Or not. Right? I mean, shit happens" She thought about Tom and all her plans "So at the same time planning on what you're going to be doing in three years well. The universe doesn't always agree with you."
 
“You’re so reassuring,” Nelly said with a teasing grin to Monica’s comments about being aro and not a good person.

Laughing, she said, “Sis, I don’t doubt your nerd credentials. You corrected my Nernst Equation the other day in front of the boys. So embarrassing.” Sipping her beer, she added, “Seduced by Dungeons and Dragons sound like it should a book from back in the Satanic Panic days. Maybe you can revive it!”

Wendell nodded. “Truth. Yeah, I forget that you’re a damn youngling over here. Scoring an internship after freshman year just makes us all look bad, you know?”

The heat continued to steadily build until the early evening, when a decent breeze blew through. The music was a mixed bag, but the atmosphere was relaxed and enthusiastic, to the point that even the metalhead was cheering loudly for some of the more mellow acts.

Monica made it home around midnight, coated in a film of sweat and sunscreen. She’d received a few messages on her burner phone. Her follower count had ballooned to just past a million with the recent posts from people she had (possibly) rescued. Mina’s earnest original video and a string of earnest, heartfelt replies, had in turn had sparked a thousand parodies, remixes, and memes.

Around 4:00, a message from Thalmer’s daughter had come in

SHAY: What were you going to tell me about my dad?

Around 10:45, messages from Mina had come in:

MINA: I hope my video maybe made you smile and helped show you you are making difference. Maybe make you feel a little better about having no free time:)

MINA: Do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend?
 
Monica found it at once great and hilariously bad that "she" had so many followers and yet nobody would ever know who they were following. Still, it meant she could get some messages out there, which was good. Mina seemed like a great social media cheerleader.

Responding to Shay she said "your dad was fucking complicated, and you deserve to know some good and some terrible things about him and about yourself, if you want. I can come to Baltimore if you like. It's not really 140 characters worth of a tale."

Responding to Mina "It did. It is great to hear from people that I've helped and it's good to know that this isn't all in vain. I do have a significant other, and they are supportive. I got lucky, because when I told them I was the Nighthawk they could have freaked the fuck out." She assumed that would be the end of Mina messaging, which was in a way sad, but leading her on wasn't a great idea. If it didn't, great. Maybe she could get her as a social media manager or something. Or even just a friend of sorts.
 
The response from Shay came quickly.

SHAY: Okay. I’m working the next few days but let me know if there is a good day for u.

More messages came in as Monica was getting ready to wash up for sleep. She had gotten some color but managed to avoid getting burnt from what she could see.

MINA: There’s Serbian saying: A kind word opens an iron door. Tiny thank you for saving my life.

MINA: Do they know your face was between my legs?😉 Don’t worry. You are not the only one who is good at keeping secrets.
 
Monica messaged Shay back "Can meet you either tomorrow, or Wednesday or Friday night if that's better for you. Late though, 11ish."

Messaging Mina back "Saving people is my whole thing. You're welcome though. As far as being an inch away from being over familiar 😂 no they don't know. They do think you're totally fucking hot though."
 
MINA: Oh my. So many bad things going through my head right now haha

Monica cleaned off the accumulated summer grime from the day, ears ringing slightly from the day’s acts. The smell of sunscreen still faintly lingered as well.

SHAY: Wednesday or Friday would be okay

MINA: You can share this with them for saying such nice things about me😊

A moment later, the brunette uploaded a photo of herself lying in bed, dark hair fanned out across her pillow, with no makeup and no filters applied to the image, a slight smile on her lips. With her left hand, she was hiking the bottom hem of her pink-and-white-striped sleep shirt above her firm left breast, uncovering most of her pert nipple.
 
to Shay: "Wednesday. Pick a park or somewhere we can meet. I'll be flying down and I need to put my ship somewhere."

She looked at the picture a minute, then sighed and deleted it. "I think I'm better off not getting risque picks than sharing them :)"
 
Thalmer’s daughter simply liked her post, then messaged an address for a park a few minutes later. There were no further messages from Mina that night or the day after.

After a Sunday spent catching up on her chores and a Monday work day that was slower than usual, Monica made it back to her apartment. Gabi was leaving Cottersville after leaving work at 8:00, and would be arriving around 11:30 that night.

At 10:57, Gabi texted that she’d just made it to the exit they took to reach Prospect City.

GABI: So close!
 
Monica felt a wave of panic and nausea come out of nowhere as she thought about Gabi parking in the neighborhood. She knew this was Tom related, but she couldn't control it. Her heart raced and she felt her pulse hammering in her ears. She sat down, trying to control her breathing, putting her head down between her legs as panic gripped her. She spent a few minutes like that, then with a trembling hand got out her phone. She'd just suggest meeting Gabi out front and showing her where to park. Fly casual. She inhaled, then exhaled, typing "Meet you out front, will show you where to park if there's not parking right in front of the building."

Despite the fact that Gabi would still be 20 minutes out, she put on her shoes and headed down to sit out front, gripping the concrete of the bench hard enough she was afraid she'd crush it.
 
The minutes dragged by. The night air was moist but a little cooler at least. Monica heard the distant roar of a plane passing overhead.

Two teenage boys walked along, laughing and bantering. They quieted as they approached Monica, then went back to their repartee shortly after.

Orlando’s Chevy Tahoe pulled into sight, Bad Bunny playing on the stereo. “Querida!” Gabi beamed from the driver’s seat. “Where do I park this thing?”
 
Monica immediately felt foolish, and relieved all at once. She laughed as she saw the tahoe "You're never gonna get that fucking thing parked" She stood, still shaky as she was coming through a panic attack, but seeing her girl was helping a lot "let's get this thing around the way, there's a little square over there and there's usually parking at night." She moved around and climbed into the passenger seat, still feeling shaky, but leaned over and kissed Gabi's cheek "hope you can parallel park baby"

She squeezed Gabi's thigh a little firmly, then let go and let her know where she could move the beast of a car around to "God i'm so glad you're here."
 
Gabi rolled her eyes. “I’m like, ‘Dad, you sell insurance. Why do you have this car?” She smiled and then followed Monica’s instructions.

Perhaps sensing the tone in Monica’s voice, Gabi reached down and gave Monica’s hand a squeeze back. “Aww. I missed you, baby. Are you okay?” She maneuvered the car, proving surprisingly deft with the massive vehicle. Gabi was wearing a Prospect City University tee and denim shorts, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Despite the hour and her recent illness, she looked alert and well-rested.
 
"I'll be ok. I just had a moment" She watched Gabi park, then scanned the street for trouble. She got out first, "Did you bring much?" She assumed not, but you never knew. "I can carry it in babe. How was the drive? you look great. It's fucking great to see you. it really is."
 
Gabi lightly stroked Monica’s hand as they moved around the massive silver Chevy. “Nope, not much.”

When Monica opened the door to the backseat, Gabi suddenly threw her arms around her from behind, squeezing her tightly. The brunette rested her head against Monica’s shoulders. “The drive was okay. Long but I knew I was coming here to see you.”

Gabi purred contentedly and let Monica go. “I’m so happy right now I feel like I’m just going to start laughing like an idiot.”

Shortly, they made it to the security of the lobby, then into the vacant elevator. Traces of Gabi’s vanilla body spray wafted through the air. The Latina was beaming.
 
Monica felt her panic receding as they made it into the building. Gabi was safe, everything was fine. She looked over at her and just watched her. "Fuck you're beautiful" She sighed, keenly aware of Gabi's presence through her scent, the sound of her. She took her hand and laced her fingers with the pretty latina's, leading her to the apartment. Once inside she picked her up and smiled, then carried her over to the bedroom and tossed her playfully on the bed. She crawled up onto the mattress and wrapped her body around Gabi's, resting her head on her girlfriend's magnificent breasts. She purred softly and nuzzled into Gabi's cleavage a moment "I'm so glad you're here." She was content to lay there, to hold her girl and be held. To feel Gabi's soft curves against her body and listen to the sound of her breathing and her heartbeat. "I missed you. I missed this, just being with you."
 
Gabi blushed at the compliment. “And you’re still, like…ridiculously hot. It’s not even fair.”

She let out a brief laugh as Monica lifted her as easily as if she were lifting a basket of laundry. When the older girl curled up against her chest, Gabi began slowly rubbing the back of her head. “I’m so glad to be here, carino.”

She sighed. “You must have had a long day, sweetie. And I know you need to get up early. If you just want to fall asleep on me…” Gabi played with a stray lock of Monica’s hair, sliding it between her right thumb and index finger.

Monica felt her head rising and falling lightly with the dark-haired girl’s breath.
 
"i want to see you and spend time with you. Even if it's just holding you" She closed her eyes and let the feel of Gabi's chest rising and falling bring her a sense of peace she didn't even know she'd been missing for two weeks. After a minute or so she shifted, half covering Gabi with her body and kissing her neck, inhaling her scent. "mmmmm god. It's amazing to just have you here" She slid a hand under Gabi's t-shirt, brushing her flat stomach, feeling the exquisite softness of her underneath the cotton. She let her hand drift, brushing up under Gabi's breast, then down, just stroking and feeling her. "I missed you. This is everything I wanted it to be." Propping herself up a bit, she looked down into Gabi's brown eyes. She held that gaze a moment, aware that her smile was so wide it almost hurt. Her fingers continued to explore a little, brushing along Gabi's side, stroking her. "I'll stay up all night if it means getting in some time with you." Leaning down she kissed Gabi's soft lips, tugging at the lower one, feeling the plump fullness of it between her own. She closed her eyes as her tongue brushed along it, then let go to capture her upper lip. Her tongue traced just behind, grazing that sensitive band just inside the lip before she deepened the kiss, her tongue brushing Gabi's as she pressed against her. "I mean I'm going to fall asleep on you. Just not this minute. And really just so I can wake up next to you."
 
Gabi sighed softly as Monica’s lips made their way down her neck, then as the blonde girl’s fingers touched the bare skin of her stomach. “I need your touch so bad.”

Monica saw a little gleam of delight in the girl’s rich brown eyes when she delivered the line about staying up all night. Her hand grabbed onto Monica’s sides just above her hips, slowly massaging her torso while the older girl teased the brunette with her tongue.

Gabi closed her eyes as they kissed, digging her neatly trimmed nails into Monica’s lower back. She tilted her head to get the angle just right, grazing the underside of Monica’s tongue with hers.

The Latina fixed her lips on Monica’s neck, kissing and giving her a tiny nip for good measure. “I wanted to get a little more dressed up for you,” Gabi said almost apologetically, pulling back for a moment and touching her forehead against Monica’s.
 
"why? are you under the impression you aren't stunningly beautiful at the moment?" Monica sat up and straddled Gabi, running both hands along her skin under her top "That I can't see those beautiful curves of yours in just this T shirt and your jeans?" She ran her fingers along her girl's skin and dragged the edge of her nails along just under Gabi's spectacular breasts. "Because you're wrong. You look amazing. You looked amazing when you got out of the Tahoe. When you were standing in the elevator. When I threw you on the bed." Her fingers found Gabi's nipples under her top and brushed around them without quite touching. "Do you feel like I don't want to feel you against me? to taste your skin? to hear you call my name out? because right now, how you're dressed, I want that." She grinned and kept up her teasing touches. "And tomorrow if you want to get all dressed up for me and come to lunch and make my intern friends super fucking jealous, I'll like that too."
 
For a few moments, Gabi blushed and looked away, never quite knowing how to take a compliment. Then, she focused her gaze on Monica. “I want that, too,” she said quietly, as if it was a thought she’d accidentally voiced aloud.

There was nothing accidental about the way her hands shot to Monica’s hips, grabbing them firmly and squeezing them as the blonde girl continued to sit astride her and tease her. “I can do that, baby,” she said, smiling mischievously. The faint impressions of her nipples were visible beneath the PCU tee.

Gabi slipped a hand under Monica’s shirt, dragging her index finger up and down her stomach. “Mi amor.”
 
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Her hands moved to push the T over Gabi's ample chest. Leaning down she sucked firmly at each nipple, moving back and forth. "Mi corazon." She sat up again, her hands cupping, fingers plucking at the thick dark nipples cresting Gabi's chest. She kept her eyes on her lover, watching her, "I'm the luckiest girl in Prospect City." She smiled and leaned down again, kissing Gabi, sucking on her lips, one then the other. "I want you." she kissed along her jaw to her neck, sucking at the hollow of her throat "I need you."
 
Gabi’s brown nipples stiffened in Monica’s mouth, and her dark eyes fluttered open and shut. “You can have me, querida.” She grinned as her lover kissed her neck. “Any time. Any way.”

The brunette cooed with pleasure. “I missed your lips. I missed your smile.” She beamed at the older girl and looked her in the eyes. “The way you look at me.”

Her elegant hands latched onto Monica’s rear. “I missed this ass,” she said with a giggle, lovingly massaging it.
 
Monica laughed "well you can play with it all you want" she grinned and looked down at Gabi "and I like looking at you. And it is amazing to me it took so long for me to see you." She cupped Gabi's face and leaned down and kissed her again, sucking on her upper lip and then her lower. she ran her nails lightly along Gabi's chest. then sat up and peeled off her own t shirt. "Now does my baby want it soft and sweet or does she want to be pinned against the wall?" She traced her hands along Gabi's curves, stroking her body, unable to stop touching her. "what did you think about when you were driving down here?"
 
Gabi continued to knead Monica’s ass. The brunette’s eyes closed again as they kissed, a blissful expression on her face. Her tongue undulated against Monica’s, the dark-haired girl taking her time with it, teasing and coaxing.

When Monica stripped to just her bra, Gabi’s eyes wandered the length of her mostly bare torso. “Fuck, you’re hot, querida.” She reached up and traced the circle of Monica’s navel, fingers dipping downward just a bit.

Gabi purred as Monica continued to touch her topless body, attending to the swell of her breasts and hips, the warm expanse of her taut little stomach. The younger girl smiled impishly. “Umm…feeling your juices all over my lips and nose and chin. So…how do we make that happen?”
 
Monica sat up and unbuttoned her shorts, then rolled off Gabi to tug them down. Straddling Gabi's face she looked down at her "that's easy enough" She winked and settled down against Gabi's lips, brushing her nether lips against Gabi's mouth before pulling up a little "Eat my pussy baby and then I'll do whatever you want." Her hand slipped down, running through Gabi's thick dark hair, her eyes staring down at her girlfriend's as she obscured Gabii's face with her body. "Fuck I needed this. I've missed you."
 
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