Revelations

As Whisper finished tying the thugs up Nightingale leaned heavily against a wall, feeling the bruises bloom across her ribs.

As Whisper pulled her scarf down she stepped close, so close that their bodies almost brushed. Her gloved hand came up, brushing a stray lock of damp hair from Nightingale’s cheek.

“You’re trembling,” Whisper murmured.

“Adrenaline,” Nightingale replied. Whisper chuckled lowly, the sound sending a shiver down Rikki’s spine. “Or maybe it’s me.”

Before Nightingale could answer, Whisper’s hand reached out, her fingers ghosting over the curve of Nightingale's jaw, a touch as light as her name suggested.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Nightingale mumbled.

“Tell me to stop,” Whisper whispered, her voice low and velvet-soft. Nightingale didn’t say anything. She could feel her resolve melting like ice under a scorching sun.

Whisper leaned in, her lips brushing Nightingale’s in a kiss that started gentle but deepened quickly into something hungrier, needier. Nightingale grabbed the front of Whisper’s suit, pulling her closer as the world spun away around them. Whisper broke the kiss off and lead Nightingale into an old office room, closing the door behind them.

In a second Whisper's hands were everywhere, slipping under Nightingale's shirt, peeling it away to reveal the porcelain expanse of her skin. Nightingale's nipples hardened under the cool air, aching for the warmth of Whisper's mouth. Whisper obliged, her lips wrapping around a taut peak, sucking and biting until Nightingale's moans echoed into the night.

Their clothes became a haphazard trail leading to the precipice of desire. Nightingale's hands fumbled as she unstrapped Whisper’s suit, her urgency bordering on desperation.

Whisper stepped back, her eyes locked onto Nightingale's as she slowly unzipped her pants, letting them fall to the ground. They were both fully naked now, only leaving their masks on. Whisper stood there, bare and unashamed, her sex glistening with the wetness of her arousal. Nightingale's gaze was drawn to the sight like a moth to a flame, her own wetness pooling between her thighs.

"Touch yourself," Whisper commanded, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to caress Nightingale's very soul. Nightingale's hand obeyed, slipping between her legs, her fingers parting the slick folds of her pussy. She circled her clit, her breath hitching as bolts of pleasure shot through her.

Whisper smiled wickedly. The sight of this super hero, who claimed a moral high ground over her pleasuring herself in front of her was intoxicating. Nightingale's hips bucked against her hand, chasing release.

"On your knees," Whisper ordered, her voice thick with desire. Nightingale obeyed, her mouth-watering at the sight of Whisper's sex, so close to her waiting lips. Whisper grasped Nightingale's hair, guiding her face forward until her lips made contact with the slick folds before her.

Nightingale lapped at Whisper's pussy, her tongue delving into the warm, wet depths. She could feel Whisper's muscles clenching around her tongue, her hips bucking against her face as she moaned her approval. Nightingale slipped a finger inside, then another, curling them in a come-hither motion that had Whisper seeing stars.

"Fuck, yes," Whisper hissed, her grip on Nightingale's hair tightening. "Just like that. Don't you dare stop." Nightingale had no intention of stopping. She was lost in the taste and feel of her. She could feel Whisper's orgasm building, her body tensing, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. With a final, shuddering cry, Whisper came undone, her juices flooding Nightingale's mouth as she rode the waves of her climax. Nightingale drank her in, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch as she tasted Whisper's pleasure. As Whisper's orgasm subsided, she pulled Nightingale to her feet, claiming her mouth in a fierce kiss that left them both panting.

"Your turn," Whisper said, her voice a hoarse whisper. Whisper led Nightingale to an old desk, positioning her so that she was bent over, her hands braced against the edge of the desk. Whisper stood behind her, one hand gripping Nightingale's hip, the other teasing her entrance with the promise of fulfilment.

"Do you want my fingers inside you?" Whisper asked, her voice a sultry whisper in Nightingale's ear.

"Yes," Nightingale moaned, pushing back against Whisper's hand. "Please, I need it." Whisper obliged, plunging two fingers deep into Nightingale's pussy. Nightingale cried out, her body stretching to accommodate the welcome intrusion. Whisper set a rhythm that was both punishing and exhilarating, her fingers curling and thrusting with an expertise that had Nightingale teetering on the brink once more.

"Cum for me, Nightingale," Whisper commanded, her voice a low growl that resonated with authority. "Let me hear you sing." Nightingale's body responded to Whisper's words, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed her release, the sound echoing as her body convulsed with pleasure. Whisper continued to thrust, drawing out Nightingale's climax until she was spent, her body limp and sated. They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Whisper's fingers were still inside Nightingale, a tangible reminder of the pleasure they had shared. "That was... incredible," Nightingale murmured, her voice husky with satisfaction.

“You’re welcome.” Whisper slowly pulled her fingers out of Nightingale’s pussy and sucked them dry. She jumped to her feet and started getting dressed.

“You’re leaving?” Nightingale asked, as she scrambled to find her suit, feeling clumsy and exposed under Whisper’s calm gaze. Whisper, already dressed, smirked as she tightened the straps of her armor.

“Of course, baby. Night’s still young, and I’ve got work to do.”

“Oh... right.”

Nightingale finally managed to gather her gear and started to get dressed while Whisper slipped her gloves on with unhurried ease, like this was all perfectly normal.

“Need backup?” she offered. Whisper chuckled, low and fond. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to Nightingale’s lips, brief but lingering.

“No thanks, babe. You go home. Get some sleep.”

Nightingale watched, heart hammering, as Whisper sauntered out of the room. Just before she disappeared, Whisper turned back, her voice carrying easily across the cool air.

“See you around... Rikki.”

Nightingale froze, eyes going wide with shock.

Before she could even form a response, Whisper blew a kiss and then she was gone. For a long moment, Nightingale just stood there, stunned.

She knows who I am.