Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

Gabi breathed deeply and closed her eyes as Monica’s mouth caressed and teased her breasts. “Mmmm…that feels so good.” She opened her eyes now, looking adoringly down at Monica. “I need your touch, querida.” She kissed the fingers of Monica's left hand, then draped it on her stomach a few inches below her navel. Gabi spread her legs a bit wider. There was a small, dark, damp patch on the couch beneath her pussy. “I need it all over me. Everywhere.”

She kissed the top of Monica’s head, then her forehead, then leaned back against the couch. “Just touch me, sweetie,” she said, idly rubbing some strands of her black hair between her own fingertips.
 
Monica gently rocked her hand against Gabi's pussy as she watched her. She switched breasts, sucking firmly. Her lips tugged at the thick flesh between and her tongue battered. Her eyes closed as she moaned, just feeling Gabi against her. She released Gabi with a soft pop as her lips left the other girl's flesh, then she kissed up to her neck. She bit softly and sucked after, then sucked at her earlobe "you're so soft and sexy." She swallowed, still nervous as this was all new, but kept her fingers gently rubbing Gabi's lips. "Does my sexy girlfriend want me to eat her pretty pussy?" She bit her lip, pressing in tighter "Hmmm? Is that what she wants?"
 
Gabi sighed softly responding to Monica’s loving lips and hands, her nipples fully erect and hard. Gabi smiled. “Yes, carino,” she said, placing her hand softly on the back of Monica’s head. “I want it. Please.” She widened her light-brown legs a bit more, bending the left one at the knee and placing her foot on the couch, then leaned her head back. “Eat my pussy, baby.”
 
Monica paused a moment "I think you're so sexy." she dipped her head, looking up at her girlfriend "And I have wanted to do this for you since we moved here" she inhaled, smelling the odd musk of Gabi's arousal. She swallowed and then nervously dragged her flat tongue over Gabi's lips. She just teased them a little, knowing it wouldn't get her off, but wanting to give her that thrill of anticipation. She reflected on the tang of Gabi's taste, which was definitely very new. Outside of her comfort zone but inside of her attraction. She was frankly relieved. She wasn't sure what she'd have done if she didn't like it. She kissed around Gabi's pussy, grinning now, more confident, being a brat "are you sure this is what you want?" then grinned and sucked at each lip before wrapping her soft mouth around Gabi's clit. She tickled with the tip of her tongue, keeping the touch feather light, soft and grazing as she teases the nub.
 
Gabi cooed softly as Monica’s tongue touched the brunette’s lips for the first time. The Latina placed her hand above her own forehead now, brushing her dark hair back as if being driven to agitation with pleasure.

She let out more little moans while Monica kissed the area around her girlfriend’s lips. “Ummm…yeah,” she said with a smile, rubbing the top of Monica’s hair and lifting up some of her blonde strands. Gabi placed a finger to her own mouth now and pulled lightly on her bottom lip. “I like the way you look down there,” she said, going non-verbal a second later as Monica continued to explore her pussy with her tongue. “Mmm…I like that, sweetie. Keep it up."
 
Monica gently prodded at Gabi's entrance, really tasting her arousal, feeling the yielding of her sex as her tongue worked into her. She curled and twisted, more experimenting than anything else. She sealed her lips against her lover's sex, just trying to figure things out, wriggling her tongue against her. She ran her nails along Gabi's thighs, then withdrew to suck on her clit again, letting her tongue flick softly across the tip. She listened and watched, trying to figure out what was working and what was not.
 
Gabi let out some deep breaths as Monica kissed, sucked, and explore her pussy. “Oohh, yess,” the brunette responded as her best friend’s tongue gently stimulated her clitoris. “Fuck, querida,” Gabi said, continuing to lovingly touch Monica’s hair. Wordless sounds of pleasure signaled to Monica that she was doing something right.

“Oh, fuck—suck my clit, baby,” Gabi instructed her with urgency in her strained voice. “Yeah. Yeah.” Her head pitched back. “Right there, sweetie.” There seemed to be a haze of ecstasy in the Latina’s eyes as the two girls locked gazes. “Ohhh, fuck. Fuck me, baby,” she panted.
 
Monica curled her fingers over and over, glad for the fact she'd trimmed her nails. she kept stroking them along over her girlfriend's spot, along her upper wall. She pursed her lips around Gabi's clit and sucked firmly, but not too firmly, her soft lips melded around the button of it. Her agile tongue flicked swift and light across the tip and she kept her rhythm steady. She didn't want to change anything, instead letting gabi experience and feel and get accustomed to the pace. she moaned deeply, striving to get her girl off, wanting to make her cum, needing it really.
 
Gabi’s fingers grasped Monica’s arm tightly. She gasped, then let out a series of whimpers. “Oh, yeah. Oh, god. I’m going to cum!” Her hips bucked slightly as she let out a loud moan. Gabi’s brown eyes closed and her warm thighs began to come together a bit while her toned calves hooked Monica’s back. The older girl could almost see her lover’s body tense and then release. Gabi’s mouth still hung open but she made no further sounds for a few moments, then let out another sharp whimper. “Oh, fuck,” Gabi said.

Her beautiful dark eyes opened once more. Flicking her head slightly to toss some dark hair out of her face, Gabi pulled Monica toward her with her legs. “Baby,” she said, the left side of her mouth turning upward in a smile. “Kiss me, carino.”
 
Monica slid up, kissing Gabi softly, holding her close. She knew objectively Gabi had enjoyed herself, but she wanted to make sure the experience was everything it could be. She kept Gabi held close, letting her feel a little of her strength as she knew that was a turn on for Gabi. She drew her in against her body, kissing her over and over, tugging on her upper lip, then her lower. Her hand roamed along Gabi's back, then slid down to massage her ass, kneading it and keeping her tugged in against her. "Mi Corazon" she sighed, then kissed along her lover's jaw to her neck, nibbling and lightly kissing along the soft expanse.
 
Gabi moaned softly as Monica held her and touched her. “Monica,” she said simply, reaching over and stroking her girlfriend’s thigh. “You can touch me all night, baby.” The brunette dipped her head, kissing Monica’s neck then working her way down the older girl’s cleavage. “Did I do okay? Was that what you wanted?” she added, placing one of the blonde-haired girl’s nipples into her mouth once more. She sucked on it contentedly, putting her right hand on Monica’s shoulder.
 
Monica curled up with Gabi and tugged her up to kiss her softly "It was great. You're everything I wanted" She wraps her arm around Gabi and draws her in close, sighing, feeling the touch of skin against skin, craving that connection. She'd missed it so badly, the real touch of another person, the intimacy of holding and being held. Her fingers gently gathered in Gabi's hair, brushing through it. Her lips found Gabi's forehead and kissed it. Her sigh was soft and her touches languid as she explored Gabi's curves in her post orgasmic bliss. "You're everything I could have hoped for, Corazon"
 
Gabi purred and pulled the living room blanket back over both of them. “I’m not usually that, like…vocal,” she said, the shy girl Monica knew seeming to return. “I don’t know. You just brought this…other side of me out.” She let herself collapse against Monica. “I feel so comfortable with you. Like, I can be myself and not have to worry. Does that make sense?” Monica felt Gabi’s warm hand takes hers and drape it on her bare stomach under the blanket.

“Is it kind of weird that Kayla’s working at my mom’s store now? I keep thinking she’s going to say something to her. Which…I want to tell her about you—my Mom—obviously, but…when the time is right.” Gabi sighed. “Just be warned your girlfriend’s kinda neurotic. But you seem to know how to relax me…”
 
Monica rested her head on Gabi's shoulder "If she says something she says something. Honestly, it sort of takes the edge of Sara blaming me for this since you're my first and I'm not yours" she teases, tickling Gabi's side softly. "so if she flips her lid about it, I can call my dad and have him call her and yell at her for your corrupting influence over his pure daughter" She grins and kisses along Gabi's neck, then cups a breast, idly toying with the nipple "Honestly maybe just reach out to Kayla. She might be totally cool. I mean, you two were just occasional fuck buddies right?"
 
Gabi laughed softly, threading her fingers into one of Monica’s hands. “Yeah, I guess I could,” the Latina said in regards to Monica’s suggestion. “She kinda likes to stir things up, though. Do you remember that rumor about Sophie Howard? Pretty sure she was behind that after Sophie did something to snub her. And then…I didn’t really get over the way she treated you,” Gabi said. She smiled self-consciously at the “fuck buddies” description.

“Yeah, I don't love that phrase,” she said good-naturedly. “But it was just…casual. And just twice,” she added with a bit of emphasis. “And nowhere near as good as it is with you, carino.” She kissed Monica’s hand, then lowered it to her breast again.
 
Monica grinned "I don't feel competitive towards her at all." She laughed and tangled up with Gabi "because I know I'd win"

She tickled Gabi playfully, then rolled onto her back "I just mention it like, I'm sure she's not out there trying to blow up your life or anything you know?" She ran her fingers through Gabi's silky dark hair, just letting the strands slip through her splayed digits. She curled into Gabi a little, gently brushing her hair with her fingertips "So yeah, I'd you know. reach out. See what her deal is, but mostly just be nice and don't give her a reason to fuck shit up you know?"
 
“Wow, me being aggro toward someone and you being chill about it,” Gabi said with a teasing smile. “You must have just gotten laid or something.” She playfully touched the tip of Monica’s nose. “Tell you what—why don’t you curl up in bed and I’ll clean up out here a little. I’m totally going to forget there’s a mostly empty wine bottle sitting on the counter and my mom will freak the F out.” The dark-haired girl slipped on her pair of microscopic white panties but didn’t bother with the nightgown, then picked up both wine glasses and carried them over to the kitchenette. She paused at the counter and lifted the mostly empty wine bottle. “Bottoms up,” Gabi said, taking the final swigs and grinning.
 
Monica watched her girlfriend for a moment, then grins "I'm chill because there's literally no threat babe. Kayla was tried and found wanting." She shrugs and keeps her eyes on her girl as she cleans up "Whereas you've been wanting this for so long. Besides who knows you like I do? She's got nothing on me. So she doesn't bother me at all. I know, that you know that this is what you want. Since I trust you, I don't have to be jealous of Kayla." She got up and walked over, kissing Gabi softly. "I'll set an early alarm so I can get up and move to my own bed before your parents get here. At least they don't have a key so if there's a panicked scramble in the morning... well it will be fine"

She padded off to Gabi's room, turning down the sheets and slipping into them. Gabi's room wasn't as dark as she'd like, but she trusted herself to get out of bed more than she trusted Gabi to be able to, so sleeping in Gabi's room was the safer option.
 
“You are 100 percent right,” Gabi said, giving the wine glasses a quick rinse. “I’m more surprised that you’re not holding a grudge because she was a crappy friend,” she said, referring to Kayla avoiding Monica after Tom’s death.

“Good idea,” the brunette said, giving her girlfriend’s rear an affectionate pat. “Uggh. They’re going to be here at 9:00 tomorrow, so that means you should probably set it no later than 7:00.”

Monica lay in bed for a few minutes before she heard Gabi enter. A moment later, the younger girl crawled into her bed behind Monica and then spooned her, kissing her on her shoulder and neck. “We need to get you a sleep mask!” Gabi said. “I=Goodnight, baby. Te amo.” She nuzzled her nose against the nape of Monica’s neck now.

Monica and Gabi hit the ground running in the morning. “I swear, I'm going to eat my own weight in pancakes,” Gabi said as she stepped out of her bedroom holding up two outfits. “Which one?”
 
Monica gestured "the first one is warmer and less revealing, which are qualities your mother will approve of" Monica dressed simply herself, in a long sweater, some leggings and some boots. She tugged Gabi in, glad for a moment where the girl wasn't fully dressed. She ran her hand along her back "gonna be hard not to be all over you when we're together" she grinned and reached down to cup Gabi's butt "I'll just have to make it up to you tonight after your parents go home."
 
“Good call,” Gabi responded. “Probably going to be cold at the game today.” The brunette smiled and rested her head on Monica’s shoulders as her girlfriend cupped her perky rear. “I knoowww,” she said. “We might not even make all the way to the couch when we get back home tonight. Though I would love some more wine.”

“Come here, carino,” Gabi said, squeezing in to snap a selfie of her and Monica. It was still friendly enough that anyone who saw the photo wouldn’t necessarily assume they were a couple, though the Latina’s giddy smile almost gave it away. She kissed Monica’s cheek and waited for her parents to arrive.

By the time the four of them met James Bergenson at the IHOP, Gabi was already yawning pretty heavily. “Weren’t you supposed to go to bed early last night, mija?” Sara asked.

“Yeah,” Gabi said. She didn’t have much of a poker face, and Monica could tell she was fighting back a smile. “Just…couldn’t sleep.”

Gabi did eat a stack of pancakes as promised, as they walked to the car trailing behind Sara and Orlando, Monica felt her girlfriend give her hand a short, affectionate squeeze. Next, it was on to the Hopper exhibit at the Wilkes Museum of Fine Art. At a certain point when it was clear that Gabi’s parents had wandered into next room, she let her fingers dangle and intertwine with Monica’s. “We should pick something out at the gift shop if it’s not too expensive,” she said. “Like, a print to hang up. Really class up the place.”

Before long, they were all standing before Nighthawks at the Diner. “Isn’t it kind of strange that this show is in town and the vigilante is suddenly calling herself Nighthawk?” Orlando noted. “Maybe she’s like an art critic or something.”
 
Monica felt a lump in her throat, looking at it. "This was Tom's favorite piece" She shifted, wanting to hold Gabi's hand but she couldn't. Not with Gabi's parents right there. She crossed her arms, sticking her hands under for something to do with them. "When we moved him into the dorm last year it was the proudest thing he put up. He said it made him feel like a real adult. Having some real art in his room. His roommate had some sort of tawdry posters of goth girls and Swedish heavy metal bands... but he had this." She swallowed, a little overcome. In some ways this was Tom. Muted, understated. Classy. She missed him and it hurt, and more than hurting it made her feel guilty to miss him when she was with Gabi. She balled all that misery up in her chest to deal with it never, like a good Centauri, and looked over at her dad for a long minute "So maybe its the Nighthawk's favorite piece. Or maybe its a weird coincidence. But I kinda want it to be the first you know?"
 
Monica felt a reassuring hand on her upper-back. It was Sara’s. “It is really different seeing it in person,” she said, tone muted. “Seeing the real thing.”

A moment later, James Bergenson took her hand. Sara stepped away, slipping her arm around Gabi and giving Monica some space. Gabi glanced at her girlfriend briefly, wearing an expression of concern, but then she and her mother walked across the room.

“Doing okay?” Monica’s father asked as they made their way toward some of Hopper’s lesser-known but equally powerful works where fewer people were clustered.
 
Wiping a little tear from the corner of her eyes, she sniffed "yeah." She swallowed and looked around "I just" She paused "I don't know how to reconcile missing him so much and trying to be with someone else. I don't know how to be sad about the fact that he's gone and there's this hole in my life while I'm trying to find love with someone new. I'm not sure how upset I can be without it bothering her. I don't know how to honor what we had and its hard. Its really hard dad and it sucks a lot." She sniffed and looked down "because I don't want to fuck this other thing up, but I can't just turn off my feelings and I can't stop missing him. He was amazing and I miss him a lot. But she's amazing too and I don't want to lose her because I can't get past this."
 
Monica’s father put his arm around her. “I’m sorry, honey,” he said, gazing at another painting labeled Rooms at the Sea. “I know how much he meant to you.”

Monica’s phone chimed. It was a text from Gabi reading: “You okay, querida?”

“Maybe you could talk to her about it,” her dad offered. “I mean, you’ve already told her that you’re a space alien and a masked superhero, and she rolled with that.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. That might be a bad idea. Maybe you shouldn’t take advice from somebody who hasn’t had a single relationship in about a decade.”
 
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