Making Supers 1, page 4
I needed new threads, more ammo, and a way to find the Basement. I knew my dad well enough to figure that he had more caches set up, other safehouses for me to find, but experience had taught me that they wouldn’t be available until I’d completed the first part of his Story Quest.
I got out of my boots, socks, and pants, and ran the faucet as hot as I could manage. With fresh wounds, I couldn’t risk having a shower and getting them wet. For now, I’d have to settle with washing the parts of me that weren’t cut up.
As I wiped myself over with a warm cloth, my mind drifted to Giselle in the next room. I rinsed off the dried blood and ran my hands over the neatly-stitched wounds. They already felt tighter, as if I’d rested up for a couple of days. Dad’s old research assistant would have made a hell of a trauma medic in another life.
I smiled to myself as I looked at the shower. If the wounds had already come this far, maybe a hot shower wasn’t out of the question? I ran the water until steam filled the bathroom, then I slipped beneath the warm water with a sigh of appreciation.
I opened my eyes again as the bathroom door slid open, and Giselle stepped into the bathroom. Her heels were gone, and her eyes fixed on me through the shower with a strange certainty. I paused my cleaning ritual for a second, stunned. A smile touched her face as her fingers drifted down to the buttons on her blouse. She undid them slowly, one at a time, but didn’t take her eyes off me for a second.
Desire, lust, and hunger set my nervous system ablaze.
Giselle opened her blouse and pulled it smoothly down over her arms. A lacy white bra supported a gorgeous, handful-sized pair of breasts, and she gently squeezed her chest with a smirk. Her hands drifted lower, over a smooth, taut belly, and she eased her slacks over her hourglass hips with the same patient, teasing sways.
My throat went dry, and something roared in my ears as she stepped out of her slacks and approached the shower. She laid a hand on the steam-washed glass and cast an appreciative eye over my naked, scarred skin.
“Giselle?” I heard myself ask, in a raw growl.
Her smile turned almost shy at my voice, but she didn’t hesitate for a second. She unclipped her bra with a practiced motion, dropped it at her feet, and bared her breasts, tipped with firm nipples.
Her panties were next, and I couldn’t help but stare at her smooth, shaved mound and sex. The stunning blonde pulled the shower door open and stepped sensuously into the shower beside me with a sigh. The steaming water crashed into her, and as I opened my mouth to say something, she pressed a fingertip against my lips.
“It’s been an insane day,” Giselle said quietly. “I’m tied up in knots, and so are you. Let’s just let go, together. Don’t make it any more complicated than it needs to be, okay?”
Chapter 4
Giselle’s hand drifted down over my chin and came to rest on my chest. Steam billowed out around us, and water crashed down on her straight hair and flattened it against her shoulders.
I fought off the urge to just take her, then and there, and instead let her lead the way. Giselle slid closer, pressed her slick, warm body against mine, and kissed me. She tasted like coffee, honey, and something else, something musky and comforting. Her teeth teased my lip for a moment. My hands found her round, firm ass, and a soft gasp of surprise buzzed into our kiss.
She pressed herself harder against me, driving me back against the freezing tiles of the shower. My hands drifted up, over her back, and under her arms.
Giselle moaned into the kiss as my hands found her breasts and squeezed her gently. She slipped her hand around my shaft and pumped me with a smooth, practiced rhythm that kicked my brain over into pure animal mode.
I pushed off the wall, lifted her up off the ground, and put her up against the glass wall of the shower. Her legs kicked up and wrapped around my waist as a hungry snarl rolled out of her throat. Her tongue found mine, and I angled myself until I pressed up against her entrance.
Giselle bucked her hips and drove me inside her. Her whole body shuddered from the sheer intensity of it. She was warm, tight, and soaking wet. My grip tightened, fingers sinking into her ass.
I drove up into her. Her fingernails dug into my back and neck hard enough to draw blood. Everything about her felt incredible. Her smooth skin, lean muscle, and her mouth against mine washed away any of the pain leftover from the earlier fight.
“Harder,” she moaned in my ear. “Fuck, Dean, harder, please—”
I drove up into her with everything I had. Glass creaked. Our hips smacked sloppily. Her spine arched up, her toes curled, and her thighs clenched up against mine.
Giselle spasmed around my shaft with a deep moan that sent tingles rippling down my spine like a lightning rod. She clung to me for a long moment, but I eased up my pace, and she released her hold around me with her legs.
I let her back down to her feet as fresh spasms of pleasure rolled through her body. Giselle’s knees trembled for a moment, and her emerald-green eyes found mine in a rush of satisfaction, edged with fresh hunger.
She bumped the shower door open with an elbow, caught hold of my arm, and hauled me out with surprising strength for her willowy frame. I went with her, and she spun around to place her hands down on the vanity. I stared down at her lean frame, her fantastic ass, and she glanced over her shoulder with a sexy smirk.
The fire she’d started burned hotter through my veins.
“You waiting for a starting gun or something?” Giselle teased. “Take me.”
I smacked her ass, hard, and a throaty purr rolled out of her throat.
“Don’t be gentle,” she urged.
My fingers curled in her soaked hair, and I edged her legs apart with my knees. I waited for a long second, just to taunt her, before I took her from behind with a single deep stroke.
Giselle collapsed against the sink with a needy moan, and I pumped in and out of her as hard as I could. Her tight wetness drove me insane, and all conscious thoughts took a backseat. I drilled her, harder, faster, until her legs almost gave out completely.
I slammed my hips against her ass, over and over again, until another rippling orgasm exploded through her body. She came louder and harder and faster the second time, but the throbbing need in my shaft didn’t abate for a single second. I pulled out of her, and Giselle collapsed to her knees with a groan of satisfaction.
“Fuuuuck,” she murmured. “I needed that.”
She twisted around and leaned her back against the sink with a sigh. Her eyes fixed on my rock-hard shaft, and her lips twisted into another devilish smile.
Giselle wrapped her fingers around my cock, still slick with her juices, and gazed up into my eyes. She looked like a fucking sex goddess, naked on the bathroom floor, with those long, strong legs curled under her.
She stroked me, firmly, and her smirk widened as yet another hungry snarl rolled out of my chest. Giselle pushed herself up onto her knees, ran her tongue over my shaft with maddening slowness, maintaining a smooth rhythm with her hand.
My knees trembled at her touch. Before I completely lost control, I bent down and caught her under the arms. Giselle yelped in surprise as I lifted her up onto the sink again, pulled her legs up over my shoulders, and drove my cock into her.
She moaned, reached around her thighs, and dug her fingernails into my hips to pull me in deeper, harder. I fucked her wet slit, until my breathing caught and a tidal wave of tingling pleasure spread out from my hips and flooded my every nerve.
I managed to pull free of her before I came, and white splattered all over her thighs.
Giselle didn’t release her grip on my sides. She pulled me up against her with a grin. My whole body tingled as I orgasmed onto her, over and over again, thick white ropes coating her taut, gorgeous curves.
When my brain finally emerged from the hazy bliss, I found myself still pinning her down. She wiggled her calves against my shoulders, and I took it as a cue to step back.
Sensuously slow, she lowered her long, cum-stained legs to the floor, causing lines of seed to lick down the contours of her breasts and tummy as she straightened. After a glance at the erotic mess over her body, she gave me a smile that would have tested the chastity of a monk.
“Shit, Dean,” she murmured. “I wasn’t the only one who was pent-up.”
I gestured to the shower door again, and Giselle slipped past me with a twinkle in her eye. My thoughts did a double-time hop-and-skip past all of the potential consequences of sex with her, and instead I just enjoyed being close with her in the shower. Giselle paid special attention to the wounds she’d stitched up, and she gasped as she ran a hand over the one on my side.
“It’s already started to close,” she said, astonished. “I was going to tell you off for showering so soon after, but it looks like you’re already halfway healed.”
“I think I might’ve picked up some residual juice from the supe,” I said.
Giselle traced her fingers over the cuts with a shake of her head. “So you didn’t just drain him? You stole his powers from him?”
I used hot water and cheap soap to lather up Giselle’s skin and explored her body appreciatively. “I think I might have, yeah. I didn’t want to mention it to you earlier because I wasn’t sure whether it was even possible. I’m not sure how it works, but it gave me options, and I picked one called Resilience. Maybe it helps with healing? Or toughness?”
“You definitely had more energy that I’d have thought,” Giselle noted. “You were bleeding all over the place earlier, but it didn’t stop you from fucking like a pornstar.”
“Your idea.” I chuckled.
“True.”
We lapsed into a comfortable silence, got ourselves cleaned up, and headed to bed wrapped in towels. I took the gun and the cash with me, left them close to hand on a bedside table, and settled down on the edge of the bed.
Giselle flopped down into the mattress with a contented sigh and gestured for me to join her.
“Please don’t tell me you’re thinking about taking a watch,” she said.
“Pretty sure we’re safe here for a night, but it wouldn’t hurt to be careful.”
“Worry about the specifics later, hero. Get some sleep.”
I laid down beside her, and Giselle tossed a bare leg over my hips. She was warm, still damp, and her skin felt incredible against mine. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept beside someone, and although I knew that the Pinnacle and the cops would be on the hunt for us, I was a light sleeper. If anyone tried kicking the door down, they’d have another thing coming.
The parasympathetic backlash of the adrenaline, the fighting, and the sex took its toll, and I closed my eyes and found sleep waiting for me.
Just before I slipped into dreamland, a window appeared in the dark.
Imprint Complete
Shadow Stealth
Lock Break
Resilience
Chapter 5
I woke when Giselle stirred the next morning. Light bled through the mustard curtains, and I sat up with a burst of alarm.
Giselle pulled the covers tighter around herself with a sleepy murmur, and I kicked the sheets off myself. I hadn’t imagined the status window from last night, but what the hell did ‘imprint’ mean? I called up the window in my head again, and it popped into my vision like magic.
Active Powers
Resilience
Stored Powers
Shadow Stealth
Lock Break
Resilience
It was the same as it had been last night, but a small arrow had appeared on the side of the window, implying another sub-menu. I focused on the arrow, and the window formed into a new one. It spat out new lists of information, which just begged more questions to be answered.
Safe Zone Not Found
Power Selection Disabled
“Then how the hell did I manage it yesterday?” I muttered aloud.
“Dean?” Giselle asked. “What’s going on?”
I turned to look at her, and the window shifted. It hovered beside Giselle’s face, and new information scrolled past my vision with quick, precise movements.
Scanning Female Subject
Hero Tag Not Found
Active Powers
Shadow Stealth
Lock Break
Resilience
“Dean?” Giselle pressed, the box still hovering beside her face. Clearly, the information I was reading was about her and not me. What the fuck?
I closed my mouth and worded my next sentence very carefully.
“How do you feel?”
“You’re looking at me like I grew an extra head or something.” She stretched. “I feel amazing, actually. You wouldn’t have thought I was tussling with a hunk last night—” She met my eyes, and straightened up with an alarmed expression. “Why are you looking at me like that? What’s going on?”
She drew the blanket up over herself, as if to hide from my gaze. The shadows of the room flickered. Darkness crawled up around the bed and latched onto her outline in the half-light like a living, breathing creature. It made her almost impossible to see, and she yelped in shock.
Scrambling in panic, she rolled off the bed, hit the floor, and came up in a half-crouch. The shadows followed. Giselle stared down at her hands like they didn’t belong to her.
“What the hell?” she demanded. “What’s—”
“Darkstalker’s powers,” I breathed. “I gave them to you.”
“How?” Giselle demanded. “I’m not a supe, I—”
Her words hitched in her throat, and she drew a long, steadying breath. The shadows retreated from her body and left her naked on the floor. Her emerald green eyes bored up into mine with a mix of shock, incredulity, and no small amount of sudden excitement.
“Wait, you said this was you?”
“I don’t know how,” I said, “but yeah, I think it was.”
“How’s that possible?”
“When I figure it out, you’ll be the first to know.”
Giselle stared down at her hands again and screwed her face up in concentration. The shadows leapt to hide her from sight again. It wasn’t perfect, but in a half-lit room, she was almost impossible to see. Shadow Stealth, it had to be.
A huge, manic grin formed on my face.
Giselle bounded to her feet. The shadows leapt back to the unlit corners, and she shook her head in amazement. She had to be just as excited as I was, but for completely different reasons.
“This is crazy,” she said. “Beyond crazy. The sex was incredible, but this?”
Her eyes locked onto me like a predatory wildcat. “This makes me want more.”
I held up a hand to stall her next sentence. “We need to work this out, and fast. We’re still on a clock here, and we need to get moving. Get your stuff. We’ll talk about it in the car.”
Giselle hesitated for a fraction of a second before she nodded and raced to the bathroom with long, graceful strides. I allowed myself a moment to appreciate her bare ass again, and then found the TV remote. If my worst fears were realized, then we had a hell of a day ahead of us.
I flicked on the screen, and I found a major news channel.
An emergency broadcast featured a blonde woman with too much cosmetic surgery staring in the camera with gray eyes that reminded me of gun barrels.
“—wanted for questioning for the disappearance of B-Tier superhero Darkstalker,” the news anchor said. “They should be considered armed and dangerous. Please report any sightings to the EPD or on Pinnacle’s Highwire website.”
Two images played over the screen. One of them was of Giselle, poised in the midst of a conversation in a corporate boardroom at SatSec. The second was a pixelated blur of my face, caught on some shitty security camera. It was a picture of me in a nightclub in Amsterdam from two years ago. I’d had a beard, then, and the sunglasses I wore made it difficult to make out my features. The bottom of my gut dropped out as the news anchor repeated herself, and I flicked off the TV before it could finish.
Giselle appeared from the bathroom, still buttoning up her blouse, and noticed my expression. Something was different about her bearing. It was even more confident, radiated power. Her eyes glittered fiercely as they came to rest on me.
“So we’re outlaws, huh?” she asked.
“Looks like it. Still want to get out?”
“After all of this?” Giselle said, incredulously. “I’m never leaving your side again.”
Her simple statement sent a wave of warmth through my insides. She threw my bundled-up jeans and socks to me with a grin. I caught them, got dressed, and picked up the gun and the fat roll of cash from the bedside table.
I had money in my pocket, a car outside with half a tank of still half-full of gas, and a beautiful, superpowered girl by my side. I’d stolen a supe’s powers, and somehow picked up the ability to transfer them to Giselle. It wasn’t what I’d expected from my old man, but it didn’t matter. This shit was crazy. And I loved it.
I had a Story Quest to follow up on.
It was time to find the Basement.
Chapter 6
I wrapped my loose, blood-stained t-shirt around my waist to hide the concealed gun before we stepped out to the car. While Giselle dropped the key at the lobby, and checked us, I took the medkit back to the car and dropped into the shotgun seat. Giselle joined me a minute or two later.
She looked incredible in the mid-morning sun, her strawberry-blonde hair almost glowing, and those tight office clothes hugging her figure. She caught my gaze with a cheeky smile and a wink as she started up the old sedan.
“Alright, boss, where to?” she teased.
“Dollar or secondhand store for clothes first,” I said. “Drifting around shirtless isn’t exactly subtle, and I’ve got blood all over everything. After that, coffee and breakfast. We’ll plan out our next move from there.”
