You got called to work another side gig fixing some shit on a warehouse late at night whatever you needed the money and sidejobs werent bad maybe not weaing a uniform wasnt the smartest idea but it was already fucking midnight who would care right? Well its what you were thinking halfway through fixing some stuff you hear a sound wind brush through your hair and look up to see Supergirl who saw you when she was out on patrol

Hey.... you... who are you and what the hell are you doing here she speaks in a deadpan voice her eyes cold but focused on you floating in the air her cap and short black hair floating in the wind

You expect me to believe that crap? No way some one would send just one person to handle this by yourself unless they wanted something else to happen here.

Now tell the truth, are you here to steal anything or put some sort of damage control plan into motion? You might as well confess now because if i find out later that you lied about it there will be consequences.

Her expression doesn't change when you try to deny your motives, making you feel even more uneasy. "Well I'll be sure to keep an eye on you then, and remember..." Her voice lowers threateningly "...if anything seems off, I won't hesitate to put you down." She lets her words hang in the air before adding casually, "Though I suppose that could have been taken two ways..."

She narrows her eyes suspiciously at your request but eventually sighs. "Very well," she says reluctantly, lowering herself closer to the ground. Reaching up, she clasps both hands around the top edge of the massive metal sign and effortlessly lifts it into the air. The weight seems negligible to her, and she floats it into place next to you with another grunt of effort. "Don't think this means I trust you," she warns as you start to work.

She accepts your thanks with a curt nod, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studies you. "Who hired you to do this job?" she asks abruptly, floating closer to you. Her expression is unreadable, but there's something predatory in the way she moves.

Her lips purse in annoyance as you talk about the warehouse boss. She already doesn't like him; learning that he treats his employees poorly only makes her disdain deeper. Still, she continues to float closer, so near that you can feel her breath on your cheek. "And who contacts you for these jobs? Is it always him, or..." She pauses, tilting her head slightly to the side as if weighing her words carefully before finishing quietly, "...do you ever get requests through anyone else...?"

She blinks in surprise as you offer her part of your paycheck, frowning slightly. "That's not necessary," she says, floating back a little so there's some distance between you again. Then, as if she realizes what that might look like, she continues firmly, "I mean, I appreciate the thought... but really, it's just my job to protect this city." Her expression turns calculating. "...you know, now that I think about it... maybe I should do a bit more of that."

"Very well," she says with a smile, "lead the way." It takes her a moment to realize that she's smiling, but she doesn't hide it, feeling surprisingly pleasant about the situation despite herself. This human - Marv - may be just another criminal to most people, but something about him has caught her interest, made her willing to indulge him just a bit longer.

She floats silently into your home, eyeing everything with interest as you prepare the coffee. The fact that you seem to have chosen her over any other woman in the city is a heady compliment, and Supergirl can't help but feel a bit flattered... even though she knows deep down that you don't exactly have much of a choice in the matter. Still, for now, it's nice.

The coffee finally brewed, you hand her a mug with some sugar and cream on the side. She takes it gracefully, blowing across the surface before taking a sip. "Thank you," she says softly, looking up at you through her lashes. There's something almost predatory in the way she watches you now, as if she's studying every little movement, waiting for an opening to pounce. But despite this edge of danger, there's still a hint of

There's something about you that's so... compelling, she thinks to herself. Your willingness to defy convention and accept her help despite the risks it poses... it's intoxicating. And yet at the same time, there's a certain vulnerability to you as well - perhaps more than she would expect from someone in your line of work. She can feel herself growing bolder with each passing moment, drawn closer to the edge of something she can't quite name. Her hands find their way onto your hips, steadying herself against you as she sips her coffee and studies your face intently.

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, and she feels her heart skip a beat in surprise. She hadn't expected such gratitude from someone like you... it almost makes her question herself, wonder why she's been drawn to you tonight of all nights. Before she can dwell too much on it, though, her gaze flickers back up to meet yours, full of a quiet intensity that sends shivers down your spine. Her voice drops into a sultry purr as she asks huskily, "You want to thank me...?"

She leans in closer still, pressing herself flush against you, feeling the warmth of his body through her skintight suit. With one hand, she cups your cheek gently while the other slides lower, grazing over your chest before coming to rest on the bare skin of your stomach. Her breath fans across your neck and down your collarbone in

Her heart is racing in her chest, blood pounding wildly through her veins as she listens to your words pour out of you like a confession, almost as if you're offering yourself up on the altar of her desire. It makes her want to lose control - not just with you, but with herself as well. She leans in closer still, their lips brushing against each other in a soft, almost delicate kiss that soon deepens into something hungrier and more possessive.

Her tongue darts out to taste him, tracing the seam of his lips until they part eagerly beneath her touch. His hands clutch at her back, digging into the skin through her uniform as she arches her spine against his palms, pressing herself closer still. Her thigh presses between his legs, feeling the solid heat of him beneath her skin and knowing instinctively how to use it to control him, control this moment.

Her face falls slightly as you pull away, reminding her once again of who she is, what she stands for... but those thoughts are short-lived as she realizes she no longer cares about any of it when it comes to you. She reaches up with one hand, cupping your cheek gently while the other slides lower, coming to rest over your heart. "I know you're not worthless," she whispers, her voice shaking ever so slightly, "and I don't care if you're rich or handsome... all I care about right now is that you're mine." She leans in again, her lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that makes it clear exactly how much she means those words.

Her hands slide lower still, curling around your waist before trailing higher up your back, her nails scoring softly across your skin as she pulls you flush against her body. Her hips

His words only seem to fuel the fire burning deep inside her, and as she kisses him harder, deeper, she knows there's no going back now. Her hands grip his hips possessively, lifting him up off the ground until their bodies are aligned perfectly; he strains against her, wanting more of this forbidden contact even as he struggles helplessly beneath her control.

She arches a brow, looking down at him in challenge through narrowed eyes. "You wanted to thank me?" she breathes into his ear, before biting gently on the lobe and dragging it between her teeth. His hips jerk up reflexively, grinding against her as he gasps and moans around her finger. The sounds of their struggle, their hunger, fill the air and feed the growing flame within her until she can barely contain herself any longer.

Her hand slides down to his ass

Her head tilts to the side ever so slightly as she considers your words, her gaze remaining fixed on yours as if trying to read every tiny shift in emotion that flits across your features. The look in your eye... it's challenging, almost defiant, but there's also something else there. Something that speaks of submission, of giving in to desire. It sends a shiver of anticipation through her spine, making her want to taste that dominance, feel it course through her veins like an addictive drug.

Without further hesitation, her free hand cups your jaw roughly, angling your face towards hers as she claims your lips once more. Her tongue darts out to duel with yours, tangling together as she explores the depths of your mouth with unyielding determination. One leg hooks around his waist, lifting him higher off the ground as her other

You don't have to ask twice... She kneels down and takes his balls in her mouth, starting with gentle licks before becoming more demanding, sucking them deeper into her mouth and using her tongue to stroke over them Ohhhh... that feels so good... She moans around his balls, arching her back as he holds onto her hair. Her fingers find their way between your legs again, rubbing you roughly through the thin material of your pants as she deepens her ministrations on your most sensitive parts.

Her other hand slides up underneath your shirt, caressing your chest before moving higher still, toying with one of your nipples until it hardens beneath her touch. Her hips circle against yours, grinding against the firm press of his arousal as she feeds off the power exchange between them. She feels so alive right now, more in control than ever before... and

You take control effortlessly, and she finds herself loving every second of it. The sting of your hand on her ass only serves to heighten her arousal as she moans loudly, wanting more. Her hands clutch at the table, pushing her upper body off it slightly as if offering herself up even further to your dominance. With each strike, she feels closer and closer to release, needing nothing more than this punishment turned pleasure to finally let go. "Yes," she gasps out between moans, "that's it... harder..." Her hips buck backward against your thigh, grinding against your leg in desperation for relief as her body reaches its breaking point.

Her other hand snakes down between your legs, gripping your erection through the thin fabric of your pants and stroking you roughly in time with her movements on the table. She's close, so very close... just one

The orgasm you give her is intense, shuddering through her body in waves as she cries out your name. Your cock fills her up perfectly, stretching and throbbing with every thrust deep inside of her. She arches her back, pressing herself closer to you as you drive deeper still, taking what you want without apology or hesitation. Her hands grip at the fabric of your pants, trying to find purchase on something real as she quakes around you, moaning and gasping with each powerful stroke that takes her higher. She feels so much... so very wanted... claimed by this moment and by you.

As you near your climax, she picks up on the shift in your movements, the tension building within your body as you prepare to release. Her own pleasure intensifies at the thought of feeling you come inside of her, and she moans encouragement against your neck, arching her back to press herself closer. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing more shallow breaths from you as she clenches tightly around your cock, her muscles rippling in rhythm with yours. "Cum for me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice rough with desire as she urges you over the edge.

She gasps your name as you thrust deep inside her one last time, her own body shuddering violently with the force of her orgasm. Stars dance behind her eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, and she feels herself grow limp, spent from the intensity of what just happened between

Your words make heat rise to my cheeks as I lean into your touch. I'm glad we could share something so special together. But don't forget that I can always find you again when duty calls... even if it's late at night or under strange circumstances.

I didn't mean anything by it except that I'll always be there for you, no matter what. As long as you need me, I'll come running... but I also know how important it is for you to have your freedom and independence. I'm not here to keep you from living the life you want, only to support you along the way.

Mm, that smells delicious! You really didn't have to go through all this trouble, you know. But it's nice having breakfast together like a normal couple... even if we both know our lives aren't exactly "normal." What do you say? After we eat, shall we try going somewhere else today? Maybe the park or an art gallery?

Well, it was worth asking. You take care out there, and remember that I'll always be here if you need me. Oh, and don't forget about lunch later. I've got a surprise in store for us! winks cheekily

You better believe it, handsome! See you tonight then. She gives him another one of those winks before taking her breakfast and finding a seat at the table

smiles to herself as she takes another sip of the coffee, knowing it has an extra special kick in it today. The taste sends shivers down her spine and a warmth spreads through her body, reminding her of the intense night they shared. She can't help but feel hopeful about where this might lead them in the future, even though she knows there will be obstacles to overcome first. For now, though, she enjoys the moment and savors every delicious drop of coffee blessed by Marv's presence in her life

Her heart skips a beat as he leans in close, his lips brushing against hers with such tenderness. She lets out a soft moan into the kiss, feeling herself growing aroused all over again despite their need to be apart for now. "I'll see you later, my hero," she whispers against his mouth, her hands sliding up his back and tangling in his hair. "Don't work too hard." Her lips curve into a playful smile before he pulls away, giving her one last lingering look that seems to promise more things for tonight... and many more nights ahead.