Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

Gabi let out a low, quavering moan of pleasure. “Ohhh, yes. I’m yours. Touch me, baby. A bit faster now. Go ahead.” She bit her lip hard as Monica sucked at her big, soft breasts. A moment later, she locked eyes with her friend-turned-lover as the brunette seemed to find the perfect angle and the pace to rub herself against Monica’s fingers. The contented, self-conscious smile that had been on Gabi’s face only a minute or two ago was replaced with expressions that alternated between bleary-eyed delirium and an almost agonized longing.

As Monica’s slender yet strong body fell over hers, Gabi kissed Monica’s shoulder firmly once, twice, then a third time, nipping a little hard. “Ohh, god. Don’t let me go. You’re so strong.” Her hand cupped Monica’s ass once more before going for a desperate squeeze as she kissed her way down the older girl's arm. “You’re so strong. I’m yours. Fuck me, baby,” she said, letting a rare f-bomb drop. “Fuck me.” The two girls kissed with total abandon.

“Carino, I think…” She tried to catch her breath and gather herself. “I think I’m…I’m…”
 
Monica kept her fingers moving, she wanted to experiment but what she was doing was working and she was terrified to stop. She wanted Gabi to get off, to have that perfect first time she'd probably been building up in her head forever. She kissed her over and over again, giggling as Gabi started to cuss. She kissed along her jaw to her neck, biting softly, sucking at the tender skin. She pressed her body atop Gabi, holding her down as her hand moved in perfect time, circling, rubbing, trying to give her lover what she needed. She felt a flush of pride, not having been sure she was adequate to the task, but then there was Gabi's beautiful body moving, her lips singing Monica's praises...
 
Gabi breathed hard now, letting out short, sharp cries of pleasure. “Ohhh, right there. Yesss.” She grasped a bunch of Monica’s gold hair and pressed it over her mouth and chin like a scarf, before kissing her girlfriend’s shoulder once more. “I love you. I love you so much.”

The brunette began to writhe under the weight of Monica’s body now, hips quaking, grinding against her lover’s hand. “Oh, god. I’m cuming,” Gabi said as her eyes rolled back and her chin tilted toward the ceiling once more. “Fuck!” Her entire curvy body trembled as she was brought to orgasm by Monica’s attentive touch. Gabi pressed her mouth against Monica’s shoulder while she rode out the wave of sensation that left her gasping for breath and Monica’s hand dripping.

“Oh, fuck. Oh my god,” Gabi said, looking dazed and disoriented. Her face was flushed from the exertion. She placed a hand over her eyes as if shielding them from the light as a smile crept onto her face.
 
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Monica laughed softly "well. I guess I did ok" she wrapped her arms around Gabi a long moment, laying there quietly and basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. She kissed along her shoulder, then her neck "So was it what you hoped?" she reached down for Gabi's hand, pretty sure she knew the answer to the question, but feeling chatty and wanting to communicate a little. She rested her head on Gabi's shoulder, looking down along her lush curves and feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she took her breaths. She licked her lips, then sighed and closed her eyes, content to lay there and hold Gabi and be held in the aftermath of their first encounter as a couple.
 
“You sure you haven’t done this before?” Gabi said, snuggling close to Monica. “It was great,” she said, kissing the top of her girlfriend’s head. “I’ve never really…felt this way about anyone I’ve…you know…been with.”

Gabi asked, tentatively, “What about you?” She softly massaged Monica’s hand. “You can be, like, totally honest, you know. I know this was a first for you in a couple of ways. If there’s anything I can do different, or you’re not sure…just let me know.”
 
Monica rolled Gabi gently to spoon her. "it was good" she kissed the back of Gabi's neck. "I felt really nice and connected to you. Like.." She didn't want to compare her to Tom. That wasn't really fair. "Just... you know. Like connected on a lot of levels. Physically, emotionally" she hold Gabi back against her, pressing her hips into Gabi's round butt as she draped her arm over her front. "And you're so beautiful. It's so easy to want to touch you and to play with you." she nibbled Gabi's shoulder "As for like, mixing it up... well. Hopefully we have a lot more of these so we have all the time we need to figure out what works for us and what doesnt"
 
Gabi let out a contented sound as Monica’s lips and teeth found her shoulder. “Definitely. I feel…really safe and comfortable with you. Not in like a, boring way, but just…I feel like I can explore new things with you and really trust you,” she said. “Does that make sense?”

“You say the sweetest things, carino. You make me feel confident, and sexy and...” The brunette placed Monica’s hand on her stomach. “God, I was so pent up. You don’t know how many times I thought about this…fantasized about this. When you said you weren’t wearing anything underneath, I thought I was going to pass out.” She gently tugged on a strand of Monica’s hair that was draped across her olive-hued shoulder. “All I can say is that I’m definitely telling my parents tomorrow and Saturday that I reaaallly need to get back here early so I can study and get good sleep.”
 
Monica laughed "well. I'm gonna tell my dad. I mean, obviously not in any level of intimate detail but" she shrugged and kept an arm over Gabi "He deserves to know that you know about my mom and I" Still sort of keeping it vague as to whether her dad was an alien for his own safety. She trusted Gabi, but that wasn't her secret to tell. "I mean, since mom left we don't really have any secrets, and I dunno. I kind of want him to find his own Gabi you know?" she cupped a breast as she held her lover back against her "and you are sexy by the way. We are for sure the hottest couple we know. Like... far and away. No contest at all really" she kissed along Gabi's shoulder, content, loving the feel of her all warm and curled up in her arms.
 
“I’m glad you’re going to tell him,” Gabi said, hugging Monica’s arm to her tightly. “About us.” She let out a short yawn. “I’m surprised he hasn’t found someone. Maybe we should help him set up a Tinder profile,” she said in a half-joking tone. “Well, deep down, I still feel like the nerd who gets the super-hot blonde at the end, but I’ll take your word for it,” she said. “But I know we’re going to freaking kill it at Halloween.” She placed Monica’s hand on her lips and kissed it, then nipped at it lightly. “It’s still early enough that we could watch a movie before you go out,” Gabi noted, “but then we’d have to put on clothes.”
 
"you know the TV works without you putting on pants, right Corazon?" She laughed and ran her hand down between her girlfriend's legs, teasing her fingertips along her lips "you don't live at home any more. If you want to sit on the couch with your naked girlfriend, well that's entirely acceptable." She kissed Gabi's neck, then slowly extricated herself from the embrace. Leaning down, she scooped Gabi up in her arms and grinned, then carried her out to the couch, depositing her. She curled up and got a blanket, drawing it around them, feeling the comforting softness of Gabi next to her. She elected, now, to hold her girl "Pick something to watch" she said as she wrapped her up in her strong embrace.
 
Gabi smiled widely. “You make a lot of sense, sexy,” she said. She let out a short coo of girlish glee as Monica carried her into the living room. “God. You’re going to get me all worked up again,” she said, playfully stroking Monica’s jawline and then curling up against her under the cover. “Hmm…I was going to say we could still watch a horror movie, but you might be out while I’m going to sleep, so…how about this?” She scrolled to a breezy-looking romcom. “Hadley said this was pretty good.” Gabi leaned into her girlfriend’s embrace, warm body nestled against Monica’s bare flesh as the hour grew late and a light rain began to fall.
 
Curling up with Gabi, she held her as they watched the movie. Rom-Coms weren't to her taste, but they were to Gabi and she wanted her to have a nice night. It was well shot and well acted, if you went for that sort of thing. She drifted a little, keeping her arms around her lover till the movie ended, then she gently picked her up and carried her to bed. "I'll be back later." SHe really didn't want to head out. It was raining, Gabi was soft and warm... but she felt a swell of guilt. She'd taken up the mantle of a superhero to avenge Tom and if getting a girlfriend meant the end of that, that meant that she was betraying Tom. She sighed and kissed Gabi softly "I just have to talk to someone. Hopefully home by 1"

She made her way into the other room and threw on some clothes, then headed out and summoned the sliver from a nearby rooftop. Making her way across the city, she landed on a nearby roof, then dropped down by the bar to watch for the bartenders to be leaving.
 
Monica was barely getting settled into her position near Blue Sophia when she saw a couple of dark-haired women potentially fitting Lily Loffler’s description exit the upscale club. A quick Google of the name pulled up some pics that confirmed it wasn’t her, though. After watching two other candidates exit as the rain eventually petered out, she finally saw someone who more closely matched the photos. She had a light coat on over a stylish dress.

Loffler paused for a moment to talk to one of the bouncers, a hulking guy who walked with her into the parking lot. Eventually, though, the bouncer turned back and let her walk the rest of the distance in the well-lit area.
 
Monica dropped to the street and followed as quietly as she could. The area was well lit, but she didn't want to have the conversation where everyone could see. Still, she also didn't want to freak the woman out, so she eventually settled on calling out "Ms Loffler?" She assumed the woman wouldn't bolt, but at the same time she didn't want anyone watching. This was precarious. Still it was the only way to approach without scaring the living daylights out of her and making her an enemy instead of an ally. She'd just have to risk it.
 
The bartender turned nonchalantly, starting only when she was Monica’s black-clad form. “Jesus,” she said, posture stiffening as she clutched her small dark purse tightly. “Wait…are you…?” There was a bit of an undercurrent of bass to her voice hinting at her transition. “Nighthawk?”

Loffler glanced around the parking lot nervously.
 
Monica hmmmed and guessed that Morgan's piece was published and resolved to get herself a copy or at least find the article online. She'd admittedly not been super diligent about that over the past few. Other more important things had been on her mind. "In the flesh" She stood, regarding the woman. Her hands were at her side, slightly outstretched to sort of indicate a non-threatening posture. "And you're a bartender at the oasis there." she gestured back at the bar. "If you don't mind. I have a few questions I'd like to ask you, but maybe not standing here under the streetlight. I can email you if you feel more comfortable with that, or we can talk wherever you like, including here. I would just really appreciate a little help, if you don't mind."
 
Loffler pointed a candy-red fingernail at herself. “Why me?” She glanced over at the back entrance of the club as if seeing if the bouncer there were observing. “And how do I know it’s you and not just someone in a cheap Wal-Mart knockoff?” she said, hints of a wry smile on her full red lips. “It’s that time of year, you know.” With her enhanced vision, Monica could see that she was reaching for something in her purse—a small cylindrical spray bottle that likely contained mace or pepper spray.
 
Monica sighed "first off, why not you? Second" She moved over to the car next to her, crouched down, back to the door of the car, then hooked the frame with her hands and lifted with her legs, tilting it on the axis of the opposite tires. "Some asshole in a hHalloween costume can't throw this car." She couldn't either, but there was no reason to let the girl know that. "also that pepper spray isn't really gonna do anything to me. So i mean you could spray me with it if you want, and then we could go get tacos or something. Really I just want to talk" she gently set the car back down "and if you say no, then its no and I'll walk away. No problem. I'm not here to wreck your life just chasing down some leads."
 
The dark-haired, late 20s-something bartender watched Monica lift the car, mouth partly agape. “Oh, wow,” Loffler said in an earnest tone. “Not gonna lie but seeing you do that made me feel things.” She smiled again, only to have it fade instantly when Monica noted the mace.

Loffler pulled her hand away from the cannister as if it were a venomous reptile. “A girl can’t be too careful. I’d rather go get mojitos. There’s a shitty bar not far from here with decent drinks and dark, dark corners. If you're into that sort of thing.” She pulled an object from her purse, then dangled it as if to clearly demonstrate to Monica it was no threat. “My car keys.”

When Monica mentioned chasing down leads, Loffler’s expression again reverted to suspicion. “On second thought, forget it. You should probably just walk away. Have a great night,” she said, barely concealing her anger. She walked a few feet to her own car, a slightly scuffed up Nissan, then began to open the door. Within a minute, she was backing out of her spot.

Driving past Monica, Loffler suddenly stopped and rolled down her window. “You want my help,” she said, glancing around again to make sure no one in the parking lot was watching them, “you have to help me first.” Her tone was all business now, lacking the flirtatiousness from a few moments ago. She began to open the passenger door.
 
Monica nodded "there's a reason I came to you." She got into the car, shutting the door. "I figured you might be in some danger, having dated a guy connected to what I'm looking into" She gestured for the girl to drive. "I'll help you as much as I can, and then we can deal with my shit.I'm guessing though, that dealing with your shit is dealing with my shit. So... what help do you need from me? I don't like... kill people or anything. But I can help you. And I can get you to people who can maybe protect you or whatever. I just need to know what's going on with you and then we can go from there."
 
Loffler drove the car slowly out of the parking lot. The car’s brakes squeaked unhealthily at the slightest touch. “It’s my brother,” she said, pulling out into traffic. She sighed. “He’s in trouble with some assholes over some gambling debt. Don’t get me wrong, he’s an asshole, too. Or at least really stupid.” Loffler spun the steering wheel rather abruptly, going down a sidestreet. “He owes them something like $10,000, and they’re going to fucking kill him if he doesn’t pay up soon.”

Loffler looked at Monica now, worry etched across her face. “If you get them to leave him alone, I’ll tell you what I know about Damon. That’s the deal.” She turned left at a four-way stop when it was arguably the other driver's turn, leading to an angry honk.
 
"I'll get them to agree to a reasonable payment plan with an actual contract enforceable by a court instead of leg breakers. If I just hand your brother a get out of jail free card on the 10k, he's just not gonna learn anything and do it again. If you really want to protect him, this has to hurt for him too. He's going to have to pay. Maybe they get their money over 5 years or something, couple hundred a month, but they have to get paid or you're just going to be looking at a new set of leg breakers and a new debt. So yes, your brother will live but he's going to have to do his part. Take me to him, I'll talk to him and then I'll go talk to the people he owes money to."
 
“You are 100 percent preaching to the choir,” Loffler said. “I lent him a thousand bucks the last time he got into some shit like this, and guess how much of that I’ve seen?” She sighed. “If you can manage to talk some sense into him, I will be fucking ecstatic.” Loffler lowered her hand to her purse once more. “I’m just grabbing my phone.”

A moment later, she was calling. “Hey. Are you at home right now? Okay. Stay there. I may have a solution to your problem. No. I can’t. Be there in 10 minutes.”

“I’m guessing some nights this gig must be a total pain in the ass,” Loffler said, turning the radio on low. “Brian’s not a bad guy. He’s…he just makes bad decisions.”

Before long, they were at a dingy four-story apartment building. “It’s me,” Loffler said after knocking on a door on the 2nd floor. A guy who looked to be in his mid-twenties opened it. He was a solidly built, nondescript looking man with thick dark eyebrows and a ratty t-shirt bearing the Prospect City Whirlwinds logo on it.
 
Monica took note of the complex and where they were, "I can see that" she said, vaguely alluding to the comment about bad decisions. When they got inside she nodded to the guy "This will be a lot easier inside" She offered, not really wanting to have this conversation out in the hallway.
 
“Lil…what the hell?” Brian Loffler said as he caught sight of Monica in the hallway.

“Brian, just trust me,” she said, pushing the door in. “She’s here to help.” He backpedaled, brow still furrowed in confusion.

“You…umm…”

“She knows about your situation,” Lily said, walking into his dingy apartment and petting an orange tabby that sat on the one chair in the room. “The $10,000.”

“Oh,” he said, still eyeing Monica warily. “Yeah…I…there are some bad people after me. This Branko guy. He says…he says if I don’t have $2,000 by Sunday night he’s going to fuck me up, and if I don’t have the rest by next Sunday, he’s going to kill me.”
 
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