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Warm.
Comfy.
……What the fuck was this third feeling?
Eyes the color of chocolate fluttered open as the feelings ping-ponged around her brain. She yawned and squinted as morning light filtered through the cheap white curtains on the patio window. They were sheer and flimsy, barely kept the sun out. She was waking up in a shitty little studio apartment in a shitty building located in shitty neighborhood of a shitty suburb of her shitty hometown.
It was her favorite place in this whole shitty fucking world.
A former supervillain (for real this time) and ex-thief (like 75% on that one) named Courtney by her deadbeat folks and called Invisigal(bitch) wondered if she was awake or dreaming. It felt pretty real to the naked twenty-eight-year-old woman under the bright green cotton comforter on the on the foldout futon. It had been a birthday gift from Colm; the small slugger was a surprisingly gifted quilter and even had successful Etsy shop. She kept it at his apartment because she was sleeping over here most nights, or days depending on what SDN shifts she had that week. It smelled real enough; like her smokes, his body wash and Beef’s farts.
But she was a pretty vivid dreamer these days; her brain was producing blockbuster joyrides, horrific night-frights and scrumptious XXX throw downs on the regular. This could be a fucking dream. It was too much sensory overload. Her toes dug into the sheets and her cheek was on a lumpy pillow, that felt pretty real.
So did the arm around her.
It was circling her trim waist, over her now-working lung augment (thanks Royd) and right under her tits. The limb was tanned, muscular and covered in a motley of soft auburn hair and burn scars. Fucker had a clamp-lock on her, she tried moving against him as he softly snored. But no go, the hold was as strong as his metal tuxedo, she wasn’t going anywhere. Wiggling her ass against his junk (her favorite part of him) stirred the sleeping man spooning her. He murmured and pulled the smaller woman tighter against him. She hummed with delight as his nose and cheek rubbed against her dark violet hair just behind her ear. The man moved her around despite being unconscious. Arranging her so she fit against his chest and crotch as closely as possible.
She was being fucking snuggled.
Ok, maybe it was a dream.
Who the fuck was gonna snuggle notorious meta-human thief Invisibitch? Who would want to snuggle quasi-traitor/half-turncoat/full office asshole Invisigal? Who in their right mind would want to snuggle with Courtney; a loser with the power to turn invisible when she held her breath, but because the universe thought it was so fucking funny, also had asthma? Why would a good man, a hero even, want to snuggle her?
No, no, pause the tape. She was past all this shit……most of the time. She was a real deal hero now. Helped stop the Red Ring, saved people and punched assholes every day. Life was fucking better and it was because she chose to make it better. Because she was a motherfucking phoenix, risen from the motherfucking ashes. So…...why did it all still feel like a goddamn dream during these moments? The simple ones, the good ones?
The young woman wasn’t sure. So she did what she usually did now when she wasn’t sure about something. It used to be that she’d make a smartass comment at her own expense, get drunk or turn invisible and bail. But things change and while she couldn’t break Mr. Mecha’s kung-fu grip, she could do this. Courtney sucked her breath and disappeared; it looked like the man in bed was hugging air for a second, his frame shook as she flipped around and then reappeared, facing him. The violet-haired woman wrapped her arms around his chest and looked up into the face of Robert Robertson III.
Mecha Man. Superhero. SDN dispatcher. Her target. Her regret. Her coworker. Her mentor. Her friend. And now her boyfriend.
Fuck, boyfriend. What a cringe ass boomer word. So lame…...so why did she like calling him that? Not out loud of course, that would be totally pussy. But she liked calling him that in her head, like a lot. Looking at his shaggy auburn hair, stupid angular handsome boy face with his adorable notched ear made her tingle in the head, heart…….and pussy. He still asleep, it was safe to act gushy. She lowered her head and rubbed her face against his scarred, hairy chest like a cat. Robert shifted and murmured as her nose tickled one of his nipples.
“Morning, HR Violation.” Still in kitty mode, she purred at that sexy, deeper-than-you’d-think-from-looking-at-him gravelly voice. Never failed to turn on her slip ‘n slide.
He yawned, stretched like a ruler in her arms and blinked his brown eyes. Robert smiled at her. He was a guy with an inventory of small, tight smiles but he always had a cocky grin for her. She pressed her toes against one of his calves and rubbed them up and down, feeling his flesh pebble as she did.
“Mornin’ Blue Balls.” Robert snorted, raised his head from his pillow and pried his arm out from under her to lean against his palm.
“Not an appropriate title after last night. You saw to the that.” She bit her lower lip as she replayed the sexual acrobatics they enjoyed after going to dinner and a movie.
“I told you nerd, you would prefer me being loud.” His eyes glittered and the fingers on the hand still wrapped around her began to trace circles on the small of her back.
“And I told you, it always goes better when you listen to me and follow orders.”
Her cheeks turned scarlet, had a dude ever made her blush before? Was this asshole gonna make her fuck him before breakfast? She wasn’t sure what she wanted more as the morning bloomed outside the window. Dick or donuts?
“Maybe we should go to Granny’s and some breakfast. I’ll get you an éclair that’s filled with lots of thick white cream you can suck down your…….oof!”
Robert interrupted her sass with a kiss. Dude stole her favorite move; he ducked his head down to hers and grabbed the back of her neck to bring her in. Their lips met and they both fell back on the pillows. Robert was good kisser, very soft and romantic. He usually liked to softly peck at her lips while rubbing her back or arms. It always made her feel special.
It made her feel seen.
But today he was stealing all her tricks. As a former(ish) thief, she appreciated the irony. Robert mashed her lips, arching her head back and grabbing one of her ass cheeks. He squeezed hard, making her whimper and he took advantage of her opening her mouth to shove his tongue down her throat. The woman smashed back against him, eagerly batting at his tongue with her own. She felt so horny, happy and…….
……safe.
Oh yeah, that’s what the third feeling was. Had she ever felt safe before? Anywhere or with anyone? But she did with Robert Robertson. Invisigal felt safe with him in her ear as she fought bad guys; she felt safe crouching on his mech suit’s shoulder when they were in the field together. The violet-haired beauty felt safe when they were knocking back drinks at the Sardine (under new management) or eating dinner at one of their favorite greasy spoons. She felt safe telling him about her fucked-up childhood and letting him pick up her inhalers from the pharmacy because she knew he wouldn’t forget.
It was nice.
Which is why she wondered sometimes if she was about to wake-up in in her own apartment, a holding cell or just face-down plastered in an alley somewhere. That nagging feeling is why she whispered to him when they broke their lip-lock.
“Is this a dream?"
Robert raised an eyebrow at that, smiled again and………
“YYYEEE-OOOOUUCCHHH!!!"
…….. reached out to fucking pinch her fucking right tit! His calloused fingers pressed on her brown nipple, which hardened eagerly at his touch despite her yip of pain.
“I dunno, that wake you up?” She slapped his hand away from her chest, shoved him on his back and roared.
“That means war, mecha-dick!”
Invisigal threw the comforter back and straddled the naked man, landing very hard and very purposefully on his crotch. Robert groaned as she snatched her pillow up, raised it over her head and took a deep breath.
“Ouch! Fuck! Visi I surrender! I surrender!”
Beef, rotund and mighty, awoke at the foot of the futon to the sound of his human laughing. He looked over to see a pillow floating in the air and coming down repeatedly on his master’s head. The portly little dog was used to such sights; he just yawned, farted and went back to sleep. They would feed him after they were done playing.
“Donuts! I offer donuts as tribute to the victorious hero!”
Robert was laughing and shielding his face with his forearms as he capitulated. She reappeared with a smirk and tossed the pillow over her shoulder. She poked his chest with a finger and grinded against the cock currently knocking on the door of her secret lair as she laid out the terms of the peace deal.
“Alright, I’m dispatching you to get us a baker’s dozen; half jellied, half cream and a large coffee with lots of milk and sugar. Oh! And a couple of those yummy fucking sausage and egg breakfast sandwiches.”
He nodded and then his hands slid up her legs to grip her hips as she moved back and forth on his Astral Pulse.
“Does Invisigal, LA County’s most popular new hero, want anything….else before I reach for my pants?”
She cocked her head at her boyfriend and thought about her options. No bad ones occurred to her, that was nice. Maybe that was where all the mental confusion was coming from. She could handle kaijus, ninjas, escorting douchebag celebrities and finding lost cats. The meta-human realized she was still figuring out how to handle ‘nice’. But she would nail it down; she had a butt-load of confidence, a straight job, new friends and Robert to help her. She didn’t have to do this shit alone anymore.
Yeah, this life wasn’t a dream.
It was a lot fucking better.
Invisigal leaned over to give her boyfriend an answer………
*****
A: Go get me my donuts like a good boy.
W: Why don’t we stay in bed and work up an appetite?
D: Let’s go together, Granny owes me some freebies.