Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

Monica felt like she hadn't felt since Tom died, though she didn't consciously realize it. Austin's attention was nice, Gabi's was nicer. It helped that Gabi knew her, really knew her, and wanted her knowing what she knew. Not just about the alien stuff, but about all her awkward preteen years and her lowest moments. "well you don't have to pretend tonight. After we get cleaned up and ready for bed I promise I will tuck you in" She reached up and cupped Gabi's cheek in her hands, then leaned in and planted another soft kiss on her lips. Gabi's lips were exquisite. Soft, plump, yielding. Pleasantly devoid of stubble.

She slipped her hand around to the nape of Gabi's neck, drawing her in and deepening the kiss, letting her tongue slip out, teasing past Gabi's lips and teeth, just grazing around Gabi's for a moment. Her other arm gathered around Gabi's waist, holding her close, loose but not letting her go. She could feel the soft crush of Gabi's curvier body against her. It was new, and pleasant. After breaking the kiss she brushed her nose along Gabi's, inhaling to catch the melange of scents from the other girl. The sweet smell of her body wash and shampoo. The underlying scent of her skin, the scent of her breath. The heady mix of subtle aromas that was Gabi at the moment. She curled her in a little tighter and kissed her again, sucking on her lips, holding her close. She closed her eyes to let the world dissolve away and just experience the softness of her roommate, the warmth of her. She listened for Gabi's response, some subtle sound that might tell her what she was doing was right.
 
Gabi closed her eyes as Monica kissed her. As her long dark hair tickled the bit of bare flesh between Monica’s neck and shoulder, she laid a gentle kiss on the side of the blonde-haired girl’s neck, then a second. She let out a soft, contented sigh that sounded like the release of long-building tension. The chatter and revelry of the other students making their way across the campus seemed to fade out.

Gabi put her arms over her roommate’s shoulders and leaned into Monica’s next kiss. She playfully tugged at her friend’s lips with her teeth, then let her own tongue emerge, tentatively brushing Monica’s as the brunette let out a short, quiet moan. Monica could feel the swell of her friend’s full breasts pressing against her own. The Latina brushed a stray lock of blonde hair out of her date’s eyes. “Mmm…you taste a little minty,” Gabi said, grinning before nuzzling her head against the blonde girl’s neck.
 
Monica laughed "its the gum" she brushed her lips over Gabi's again, then slid the pads of her fingers gently along the small of her back, where her bare skin met her pants. She lightly ran a nail along that same skin, then tilted her head a bit so Gabi could kiss along her neck "I like that." She whispered. "You feel really good in my arms." She had, honestly, been sort of trepidatious. What if her curiosity was just that? But Gabi felt really good against her. Curvy, soft, warm. She smelled nice, and her lips felt nice.

She sighed, content and relieved, enjoying the touch of her friend's lips, the light exploration of her hands. She turned her face to kiss Gabi again "Unless we're gonna make out all night on the street, we should head home." She ran her fingers along Gabi's back "where we can change and make out in comfort."
 
Her nose and mouth still pressed against Monica’s neck, Gabi said, “Mmm, I guess I forgot where I was for a minute.” The warm air from her mouth lightly tickled her friend’s skin. “That sounds amazing.”

As they walked back, Gabi said, “Just remember, we can go at whatever pace feels right. I don’t have, like, expectations or anything, okay?” She gave Monica’s hand a squeeze. “I’m just enjoying being with you.”

When they entered their apartment and flicked on the light, Gabi plopped her keys down and gently cupped Monica’s face in her hands, placing a quick but fervent kiss on her lips. “See you in a minute, sexy,” she said, turning away and walking towards her bedroom.
 
Monica slipped into the bathroom and took care of various things, cleaning her face and getting ready for bed. She slipped into her bedroom and checked to make sure her curtains were still pinned to the drywall to keep the light out, then took off her heels with a happy sigh. They made her ass look great, but she hated wearing them. She changed into a pair of cotton bikini cut panties and a battered grey t shirt she slept in some times. It seemed odd to go so slouchy after being so dressed up, but she had plans for when she was finally ready to sleep with Gabi... well in the sense of actually having sex as they slept together plenty. She turned out the light so she wouldn't have to fuss with it, then went and leaned against the wall, waiting for Gabi to be ready "So am I carrying you to bed or what gorgeous?"
 
“Hmm,” Gabi said, opening the door. The ambient light from the apartment’s windows illuminated her slightly. “It’s definitely tempting.” She was wearing a white camisole and a pair of pink pajama shorts. Her long, dark hair was completely down. A moment later, she closed the door behind her, leaving them in darkness.

“Well, I can already officially declare you’re a good kisser,” Gabi said, her voice coming from the bed. The Latina’s phone lit up briefly and revealed that she was lying under the covers on her side, head propped up on her hand, before she put the technology face down on the nightstand. “In case you were worried.” She patted Monica’s side of the bed.
 
Sliding between the cool sheets she felt the soft warmth of her roommate...girlfriend?... lover? She wrapped her arm around her and found her lips in the dark, tugging at each, starting soft at first, just brushing her lips around Gabi's, plucking lightly. She slowly increased the urgency, one hand sliding to cup the back of Gabi's head, holding her against her. She slid her tongue along Gabi's lip, just behind the upper lip along the sensitive band there. She sucked after, tugging at each lip, lingering on the lower. She bit softly, then sucked again, parting her lips to slip her tongue past Gabi's teeth again. Finally she broke the kiss "good. I like kissing you" She planted small kisses along Gabi's jaw to her neck, sucking just below the ear. "You're so pretty. So sexy. I love how soft you are. I'm so glad you're here. I'm so glad you wanted me too." She sighed and pressed into Gabi a little tighter, running her hand along her back, stroking it. She kissed Gabi's neck again, nibbling softly, then sucking "you smell great too by the way. So much nicer..." She trailed off, just enjoying her body against her.
 
“Mmmmm…Yess,” Gabi said breathily. “Your lips feel so good, mi querida.” She took Monica’s free hand in hers and brought it to her mouth, running the blonde girl’s fingers along her moist lips as Monica kissed her neck. “So glad to be here. To feel you.” The tip of her tongue gently flicked Monica’s tongue, then she slowly placed the digit between her lips. “Still feels like a dream.”

Gabi sucked tenderly on Monica’s thumb for a few seconds. “You always say the sweetest things,” she said, running Monica’s index finger along her mouth now. “We do smell much nicer, don’t we?” the Latina added, a coyness to her tone now. She wrapped her lips around Monica’s finger for a moment, then kissed her lips.

The brunette’s tongue slid against Monica’s now, exploring and caressing for a few seconds as Gabi continued to hold her hand. “Here,” she said softly, looping Monica’s finger in under the right strap of her camisole. “It’s okay,” Gabi said, kissing Monica under the chin as the strap began to descend down her shoulder.
 
She trembled, for a second. She already crossed a line tonight there was no coming back from, making out with her best friend. This was another line. It wasn't bad, but it was worth noting that things were proceeding. The engineer in her ticked it off a list. 1) kiss a girl. 2) palm a boob. She laughed at that, unable to help herself but kissed Gabi again before the girl could think she was laughing at her. She slid her hand under Gabi's top, cupping her heavy breast. It was fuller than Monica's own, heftier. She felt the weight of it in her hand, slight in the way everything was slight to her. She wasn't so sure what all the fuss was about, really. it was soft and round. Lots of things were soft and round. As her thumb rasped the nipple though and she felt it instantly perk she was compelled to do it again, then plucked lightly with her thumb and forefinger. The resultant catch in Gabi's breath, almost imperceptible... it made her do it again. The resulting pleasured sound, the low, almost moan, so quiet... fuck. She didn't know until that moment she could live for a sound. That a sound could motivate her the way that sound motivated her. She kissed along Gabi's neck, tugging a little more firmly, hungrily. Her hand squeezed the breast, her fingers toyed with Gabi's thick nipple and she listened for that sound again. After a moment though she pulled back, gently rolling Gabi fully onto her back. She straddled her, then slid both hands under her top, cupping her, toying lightly "baby. I really want to fuck you right now but... More than that I really want the first time to be special. Like. Roses and Candles and sexy lacy underwear special. Like, building up anticipation all week special. Like... treating it like this is the last time for either of us that there will be a first time special."
 
Gabi let out a pleased, soft whimper as Monica played with her breasts. The brown-haired girl had her eyes closed and hand placed on the side of her own face; her expression was a mix of pleasure and tension from whatever desire was swelling up in her. She opened her eyes up and gazed adoringly at Monica. “Of course, querida. That sounds incredible.”

The Latina sat up now, strap down just above her elbow now. She kissed Monica gently on the lips, then threw her arms around her and hugged her. “Even if we don’t go farther than this, this was a perfect night.” She smiled warmly, then glanced down at her camisole. “You seemed to get along pretty well with las chicas.”
 
Monica looked down at Gabi and part of her just wanted to dive in and ravish her, but... she was nervous. As it turned out Gabi had been with more people than her and some of them girls so. She had a little performance anxiety though that was swiftly being alleviated. She also wanted to enjoy the stops along the way. IF this was the real deal they had their whole lives. She wouldn't miss a few days of screwing around but she might regret rushing in.

She slid back to lie along Gabi's body, resting her head on Gabi's chest and slipping her hand under her top to rest on her stomach. "It was perfect." She lay there, small and quiet for a bit "When we were kids like... before I went to school I knew something was wrong but like... I just didn't understand how lonely I was. And then suddenly there was you and you've always been the cure for that. I dunno. Part of me wonders how it took us so long to get here."
 
Gabi gently stroked Monica’s forehead and then her hair. “I guess…anything that makes you different can make you feel lonely,” she said. “And you must have felt…so different. Though to me you were just Monica,” she noted, tone warm with affection.

“Well, one of us figured it out a lot earlier,” the Latina said, playfully tickling Monica’s side for a moment. “Just kidding. It feels like the right moment to me. And you know…whatever happens with…this, you don’t have to hide who you are any more.”
 
Monica laughed "yeah well." She closed her eyes and snuggled in, drawing off Gabi's warmth as the poorly built student housing was a touch drafty. "these beds are too small for two people." She grinned, joking about how Gabi sent Shaun home. "But its nice to be tangled up with you. That being said, once you come out to your parents we're moving into a single and getting a queen sized bed" She laughed and ran her fingers along Gabi's skin, tracing her curves and exploring her softness. "Cause there are some nights we're gonna want to just sleep."

She fell asleep swiftly after that, curled up against the warmth of the girl beside her. When she woke, it was early, the soft light of dawn not penetrating the curtains. She lay quietly for a bit, just softly touching Gabi, keeping cuddled in against her. After a bit she got up and brushed her teeth, she wasn't going to kiss Gabi with kitten breath. She made breakfast for Gabi, then put it on a little tray and carried it in, gently waking her up "hey Corazon. I made you eggs."

She sat next to her as she ate, just happy to have someone to do things for "we should do some actual studying today. But we should also go get dinner."
 
“Awww,” Gabi said as Monica brought in the small tray of food. “You’re so sweet.” She gave her friend a peck on the cheek. “I also need to hit the gym today. And do laundry. Uggh. Can’t we just stay in bed all day?”

After breakfast, the roommates got cleaned up. Checking her phone, Monica found a news story about a shooting at the nightclub Zone, outside of which she had first met Brendan Knapp as he was being pummeled by a trio of Russians. This shooting had left seven people dead, most of whom seemed to be people of Russian descent. A manhunt had been enacted to find the suspected shooters, two men in balaclavas with automatic weapons. Though the news report was very tentative, it did note that gang warfare in the city had been on the rise recently and that police believed the attack was likely linked to such conflicts.

“So…the gym must be a total waste of time for you, huh?” Gabi said, finishing putting her hair into a single braid.
 
Monica nodded "completely." She paused a moment "I might go running tonight. Through the park. it's getting dark early so I'd go round nine and I'd be home before you went to bed. I'll take my phone." By that she meant she'd dress and run through the park and hope to present as a victim, so any ne'er do wells in the park decided to attack her and she could justify a beat down "I feel like if I take too many days between uh... workouts.. it loses its effectiveness. Like, people gotta think I work out all the time."

She also thought she might email Knapp about the reporter and the club. In fact, she did exactly that, but said "understand you're being chill right now, so no rush on any of that."

After she ran her hands along Gabi's shoulders and gently rubbed them "you look good" she kissed the back of her neck "the gym is clearly working out for you" she laughed and wrapped her arms around Gabi a little, trying to distract her if she was going to object to Monica going out later "maybe this week we could see if other people wanna play some DnD unless you want that to be just for us."
 
“Okay,” Gabi said when informed of Monica’s plans. She took Monica’s hand and stroked it softly. “I don’t want to feel like I’m cramping your style or anything. I know there are going to be some late nights.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said in response to Monica’s compliment. “Playing with the group would be fun! I could still run some…sidequests with you and your loyal elven companion,” she said teasingly as she guided her roommate’s hands down to her curvy hips. “Princesa hermosa.”

After Gabi returned from the gym, they both received an email from the Prospect City University administration announcing a vigil/rally Monday evening for Paige Howe, Amy Clemens, and other victims of violence against women. “Wonder if Hadley will be there,” Gabi mused. “We should go, I think.”

As the afternoon went along, Monica got some studying and homework done. “When you mentioned dinner tonight,” Gabi said, “were you talking one of the dining halls, or did you have something else in mind?”
 
"Dining hall is fine. Just... you know. If we're dating now we should go places. Not just be room mates who screw around" She ran her fingers through Gabi's hair, brushing along the scalp with the edge of her nails. "And not be recluses who just hide away." She leaned down adn kissed Gabi softly, tugging at her lower lip then her upper. She let the pads of her fingers gently massage Gabi's scalp "We can go out to eat tomorrow before the vigil then maybe Tuesday night I'll make some pasta or something. You can bake something for dessert."

Getting up, Monica threw on a sweater because of the chill October air. She grabbed her purse and threw on a pea coat and a hat. "bundle up, Corazon. It's gonna be cold out."

Heading over to the Dining hall they helped themselves to some overcooked pasta in a passable meat sauce, but at least the garlic bread was a fresh tray "Gotta take our victories where we can."

Monica started with a small salad, then dug into her pasta "Not exactly Michelin starred." She winked at Gabi, then reached across the table to take her hand for a moment, wanting to touch her but also seeing how she'd react in a public setting. She wanted to test the waters before she was affectionate in front of their friends.
 
Gabi nodded. “That makes sense.” As Monica continued to touch her head, she let out a soft murmur of contentment and said, “Feels like you’re going to hypnotize me.”

“I’m definitely glad we have a place where we have the chance to cook for ourselves,” Gabi noted, “but there have been some nights where not having to cook or do dishes also sounded pretty great. We should hit up this place once in a while.” As Monica reached across the dining hall table to take her hand, Gabi smiled. She did glance around the room briefly, but then placed another hand atop Monica’s.

“Hey,” they heard a familiar male voice say. Nearby, Porter and Layla stood with trays in hand. For a moment, Gabi took one of her hands away. “Mind if we sit?” Porter asked.

Gabi put her hand over Monica’s once more. “Not at all,” Gabi said to Monica’s classmate and the art student. They both sat, Porter sitting next to Gabi and Layla sitting next to Monica. “Have you guys heard from Hadley?”

“No,” Layla said, and Porter said the same. “How are you guys holding up?” she asked, taking a bite of a garlic knot.

“Doing okay,” Gabi said, glancing in Monica’s direction, a slight gleam in her eyes. “We’ve just been staying in a lot.”

“That makes sense,” Porter said. “We were just talking about Hadley’s kinda the one that makes stuff happen around here. Both of us just kinda go with the flow.”

Layla nodded. “Yeah. Were you still thinking about doing an RPG night?”

“Yes!” Gabi said. “I just started teaching Monica how to play. She seemed to like it okay,” she noted with a conspiratorial smirk. “Not sure when to try it, though, with parent’s weekend and then exam week after that.”
 
"No word from Hads. I'm gonna guess she won't talk to any of us but maybe Nick. Had to be pretty traumatic. Also I'm sure she's fucking mortified about how it all went down"

She let go of Gabi's hand and sat back, starting to eat again, digging into her mediocre pasta. "Why don't we play Thursday night or something? You can't study all the time. What's everyone doing for parent's weekend? My dad and I are probably just going to eat our way through the City. Hey! we should have a halloween party. At least a gathering. or look for something. I mean, I'm not getting dressed up just to sit on my ass in the apartment. It's not like we'd have trick or treaters or anything. Maybe there's something on campus we can do? Austin still wants physics homework help so if we just want something small at the apartment I can get us a little booze." She was sort of communicating that she and Austin weren't a thing anymore, but was respectful of Gabi maybe not wanting the world to know their business. "Gabi got decorations and stuff. I'll make some food. We can have some drinks. If DnD is fun we could play that or something. Or you know, we could go out on the prowl. Try to find a party. Whatever people are up for. Gabi is going as a slutty version of the vigilante" She jokes and winks at her roommate "its a mask like the heroine wears but then its just a dress that's slit up the sides with like, the most plunging of necklines. it is more a waistline"

She nudged Gabi playfully with her toe under the table, trying to subtly play footsie with her while their friends were parked to eat, seeing if she could get her to respond.
 
“Thursday night sounds good,” Porter said. “I’m guessing Friday’s classes won’t be too intense since it’ll be the last day before mid-terms.”

“That’d be cool,” Layla noted. “I’ve got, like, a million character sketches that I’ve been thinking about turning into character builds. What’s yours?” she asked Monica. “Your character?”

“My dad’s dead set on going to the football game on Saturday,” Layla lamented. “We’re going to hit up that reception on Friday.” Each college (fine arts, business, engineering) was hosting a reception for parents at 4:00 on that day.

“I think my parents are just coming for the reception thing and then I’ll probably spend the weekend at home,” Porter, a Prospect City native, said.

As the topic turned to Halloween, Porter said, “I’m up for whatever.”

Layla nodded. “I think the game night party you all threw was really fun. Just the right size,” she said. “And…if Hadley’s back by then…I’m guessing it might make her more comfortable than going elsewhere.”

Porter reddened a bit at the talk of the vigilante costume. “Of course there’s already a slutty version.”

“Hey now,” Layla said, “ ‘body positive’ version.” Looking at Monica, she said somewhat hesitantly, “so I don’t know if you can talk about this, but…you…know this vigilante?”

Gabi shot Monica a look of delighted surprise as her foot rubbed up against the Latina’s calf. She took a sip of water and glanced down at the remaining garlic knot on her plate. A moment or two later, Monica felt her roommate’s foot softly stroking her own.
 
"I'm playing a sorcerer. Sorceress technically, I guess. I want her to be lightning themed. She's a virgin so she can ride unicorns" She grinned, figuring under a medieval set of rules even if she hooked up with the elf she'd still be technically allowed to ride unicorns. Win-Win "Shame about your dad wanting to go to the game. Prospect U is dismal. Even worse than the pro team here."

She traced her foot around Gabi's, being subtle and not wanting to clue anyone in to the fact she was flirting with her gorgeous roommate quietly under the table. "And yeah, we should you know, invite Hads but no pressure right? have something small that she can go to or not depending on how she feels."

When Porter turned red she laughed "Gabi is not going as a slutty vigilante I was teasing. Don't worry. I'm sure she will be chaste." She winked at Porter then stuck her tongue out at Gabi before answering Layla. "SO yeah, like I went out to help that guy and she beat up those Russians then... you know I go jogging at night. We've crossed paths in the park a few times. I think she might be disappointed in some of my life choices. So yeah I have a method of getting a hold of her. Why? Is there like... work for her to do? Or do you want an autograph or something?"
 
Layla smiled. “Cool. Any time you want to give me a description, I love sketching characters. Now that I know we’ve got a sorcerer in the party, I think I’m definitely leaning towards going with a tank of some sort. That’s a warrior. I drew this pretty badass warrior-priest kind of character and I think I might go with him.”

Gabi began to slowly drag her foot along Monica’s ankle. The brunette’s eyes were mostly on Layla as the art student spoke, but she occasionally shot a mischievous glance in her roommate’s direction.

As Monica talked about the team, Layla nodded. “Yeah. I still think some small part of him will never forgive me for not going to Florida State like my brother,” the Tallahassee native noted.

“I just…it’s just…interesting,” Layla said. Through the thin fabric of her sock, Gabi’s toes stroked the curve of Monica’s calf.

“Yeah. You just kind of casually dropped that on us,” Porter said. “It’s like if I just mentioned I’m friends with Chris Evans or something.”

“I promise I won’t ask a ton of questions,” Layla said. “Though if she’s ever looking for new costume ideas, I’ve got a few.”
 
"Oh my god you're friends with Chris Evans? he's so hot." Monica grinned and ribbed Porter playfully "and I wouldn't say we were friends. More like... I have her number in case I run into trouble jogging. She would instantly be there. We don't have coffee."

She wriggled a little at the feel of Gabi's foot under the table, and decided as innocent as it was it was sort of fun to have secret affectionate below table shenanigans with what she was thinking of as her girlfriend, but didn't really want to jump the gun on that. Feelings and attraction were just the beginning. Rushing this sort of thing wasn't a good idea, even if she did just want to lean across the table and kiss those oh so full oh so soft oh so amazing lips and curl in against Gabi's sexy soft curvy body.

"I'll tell you what though Layla, maybe some time I can run your designs past her. Or even ask if she you know, wants to spruce up her outfit a bit. Right now its all very futuristic ceramic armor and weave covered by slouchy clothes. Or just the armor. Honestly I've seen some pictures of the ship too and frankly... the girl needs some brand help. Eventually there will probably be other superheroes out there, so just going about as "you know, that superhero chick" is going to lose its impact. At the very least she needs a cool name."

She brushed her ankle against Gabi's and drew her foot back. She started reaching across the table a moment, but then deflected and grabbed the salt, toying with it. Honestly she really wanted Layla's help with that sort of thing, but she was currently at a loss for the best way to include the girl without just telling everyone. Telling everyone was a bad idea. A secret shared was a secret no longer, after all. Gabi and her dad knew. At some point she might have to tell Melanie if she was gonna continue to be her shrink. That was already three too many people.
 
“Well, she seems to be making it work, style-wise. I respect the whole functional thing. I don’t want her to think I was criticizing her,” Layla said with a slight grin.

After saying good-bye to the art student and to Porter, Monica and Gabi made their way back to their apartment. The brunette reached down and took her friend’s hand. “Someone was feeling a little naughty,” she teased. “I’d kiss you right now if I didn’t have garlic breath.”

When they returned to the apartment, it was a little past 7:00. “So…not quite sure whether to ask this,” Gabi said after she’d brushed her teeth and while Monica was brushing hers, “but…did you want to try to fit in a date night before Thursday of this week? I don’t know whether you want me to ask you out again or whether you’re supposed to, or…” She grinned in spite of her confusion. “Did you want me to propose something again? Or kind of switch off planning things? I’m good with anything, really.”
 
"Do I want you to propose? I don't know that we're at that point" She teased. She spit, feeling like brushing her teeth in front of Gabi was maybe the least sexy thing in the world. She rinsed her mouth out and turned, leaning back against the sink. She needed to get out there if she was going to be back in time to curl up with Gabi after patrol. Still this was something that was very much on her mind.

"so. This is hard. You know? Because if we were just two college students I could be all... hey why don't you come over and we can watch some Netflix... and that would be date enough right? because you'd get dolled up a little and I'd have a few beers in the fridge and you'd know that after Netflix we'd make out or have sex or whatever. But there'd be a whole ritual of leaving your house and coming to my house. hell even if we lived down the hall from each other, it'd be like.. better put on good panties because I'm going down to Monica's and she might see them. But here... we live together already. We already watch Netflix because we're friends and roommates. So how do we make that feel special or different? How do I interject that... better wear nice undies feeling? At the same time we're in college and going out to eat every night is going to be hell on the budget."

She brushed her fingers through Gabi's hair, looking at her soft lips. She wanted to kiss her, but it was weird too... she was used to the person she was with being the sexual aggressor, and she was used to Gabi being sort of dragged along in whatever bullshit she had going. So it was sort of at odds. Like she wanted Gabi to pin her down and fuck her senseless, and at the same time was 99 percent sure that their dynamic was such that she was going to be doing most of that. It was something to work on.

She pressed in, letting her forehead press to Gabi's, looking into her eyes, feeling the psychic pressure of that closeness. She felt her chest tighten and her pulse pick up. "How do we make more moments like this, where its not just room mates... but two girls who desperately want to kiss each other and keep kissing each other like there's no end to the night?"
 
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