Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

Annabel smiled. “Awesome.” Berto and Cristina made a quick trip over to the counter to grab a few more snacks. “Well, I know Eve thinks you’re great. She told me about your…situation and said she’d only bring me if I promised not to flirt too hard.” She chuckled. Winking, the sundress-clad girl added, “So, this is me not flirting too hard. How am I doing?”
 
Monica smirked and made a so-so gesture "well enough you can come back, and thanks for being understanding. It was cool of Eve to let you know. I am a bit of a wreck personally." She laughed and pulled her leg up so she could wrap one arm around it and rested her chin on her knee. "But you know, that's all one day at a time shit. I'm trying to not dwell on it. At the end of the day Gabi wanted things to be basically like they were when we were growing up. She hated this town, when she gets out of med school i can see her going on to work at Geisinger or some rural health system, and living 10 minutes from her mom." She looked over "and I'm not going back. I think she knew that, which is why she never discussed the move with me. Like, what she did was shitty and it hurts and it is awful but like. I dunno. Maybe it had to happen at some point? I can't hate on her for choosing the life that will make her happy." She drained her beer "So what about you? any broken hearts back at the college after you left?"
 
Annabel listened. “That sucks. I’m sorry.” She sipped at her tea some more.

“I mean…we’ve all had bad breakups, right? But I like, really try to live in the moment as much as I can.” She eased her hand alongside the lip of the counter so it rested against Monica’s, then almost imperceptibly stroked the top of the green-eyed girl’s hand. “Like…right now? I’m nicely buzzed and there’s music and my friend’s having a blast and I’m sitting next to the girl I haven’t been able to stop looking at since I got here. Good moment.”

Grinning, she added, “Eve is going to kill me."
 
Monica took the hand and squeezed it "You're fucking cute, and that has not gone unnoticed" she let go of Annabel's hand "but you should strongly consider the possibility that Eve isn't looking out for me but is instead looking out for you because I just got out of a relationship and I'm very much not looking to get back into one. I mean, not like, forever, but for now." She grinned "but I am having a good time and I think you're incredibly attractive" she slipped off the counter and got herself another beer and fished out her phone, ordering pizza. She sipped at her beer and looked over to Annabel "but yeah, its a pretty good moment."
 
There was a brief look of confusion on the blue-eyed girl’s face. She looked as if she was about to interject, then flashed another slight smile at the compliment, and placed her empty bottle on the counter before pulling out her phone to begin scrolling.

The pizza arrived about 25 minutes later, just as most of the party was settling down into Monica’s living room area, some of them packed onto her couch and loveseat, others staking out positions on the floor, one arm wrapped around a throw pillow. Hadley had pulled up another microscopically low-budget affair in which a middle-aged super hacker who seemed to know woefully little about actual computers went on vague anti-corruption rants in between laughable love scenes. Going to the kitchen to grab some plates, Monica spotted Cristina and Zoe on her small back deck, kissing each other deeply as the Latina’s hand massaged the blonde girl’s rear.

Shortly after, her friends began filing out, saying their goodnights and thank yous.
 
Monica made sure to hug Annabel on her way out and to get her contact information. She wasn't ready for a relationship, but the girl might be down to just hook up and if not, maybe in a few months they'd both be in a place to do something more than have a bit of fun. She sighed, starting to clean up. She was smiling though, the memory of the cute blond, the happiness of her friends. They were starting to cut through the gloom a bit. She texted Zoe as she hadn't seen her leave and thought she might still be out back "you two can stay in the spare room if you're at that point. or not." then returned to cleaning.
 
After a minute or so, Zoe texted back

ZOE: Thank you!

She and Cristina made their way inside, faces both a little flushed, Zoe’s hair mussed. The petite girl tugged Cristina’s hand, bringing her toward the stairs before they both noticed Monica picking up.

“Do you want some help?” Cristina asked. “Thanks again for the invite, Mon. This was so much fun.”
 
Monica laughed "No, no i'm good." she threw on some music so she didn't have to listen to the two of them fucking, or whatever, then set about cleaning the whole downstairs. She had considered going out, but fighting with a few beers in her didn't seem good. Not from a danger perspective but from a judgment perspective. She owed the world a sober Nighthawk. She turned in, then got up the next day and ran a bit, then swam, since it was still hot. Coming home she showered, for once did full makeup then slipped into a little black dress and some dangerous heels. She wore nothing beneath, as she was expecting it to all end up on the floor or something. Fingers crossed. At the appointed hour she sat outside his house, trying to figure out a good way to let him know she wanted to be fucked without seeming cheap and without making him think she was looking for more. She inhaled, then exhaled "why is this so fucking hard." She thought about just hooking up with people from apps from here out. Easier. Everyone's there to fuck. Still, she got out of the car and headed up to the house.
 
Marcus greeted her at the door. The muscular Brit was dressed in a pair of light brown chinos and a navy blue t-shirt, sporting the black-rimmed glasses he’d taken to wearing as part of his half-hearted attempt at a disguise. She could smell something appetizing in the background. He looked her over. “Well, fuck,” he managed, “you look absolutely blazing."

Once she'd stepped inside, he added, "How you been?"
 
She stepped in and looked around "looks better with the lights on" She chuckled "I've been alright, been a few days since I punched anyone. So you know, other than that ok. Had a party last night." She shrugged and put her hand on his muscular arm for a moment "So what are you feeding me? Smells really really good." She inhaled again as if to demonstrate, "How've you been? no trouble since the other night I hope?"
 
“Slow-cooked pork and orzo with feta and cherry tomatoes,” Marcus said casually, taking her hand in his and leading her over to his sparsely decorated dinner table. “Someone was throwing shade at my bachelor decor, so I figured I really needed to step up my cooking game.” He set the steaming bowl of meat, grain, and vegetables down on the table. “Wine? Beer? Sparkling water?”

He shook his head. “Aside from my sleep schedule being all cocked up, nah, nothing.” He returned to the table. “Yeah. The party. How’d that go?” After taking care of her drink, the rugged Brit sat down. “This, like, a keg stand and tortured renditions of Bob Marley songs kind of thing, or…?”
 
"sleep is for the weak." She laughs "I was up friday morning to talk to my lawyers. Apparently we're going after some Korean game designer and their side scroller 'fighting night-bird woman" that has a main character that's basically me." She hmmmed "you know, wine sounds good. I don't drink much of it and you know, trying to be classy" she winked at him "So I need to start. You have something that pairs with the pork?" she sits at the table, crossing her legs "The party was not really a keg stand kind of affair. Ten people, some music, people brought beer and booze, I had a couple of cases of beer for people that can't get their own." She smiled "pretty low key really. a few games, some tunes. A shitty movie. College kid hormones running wild."
 
Marcus chuckled. “Good to know where you stand on the issue of thieves.” He grabbed the bottle and pulled out a corkscrew. “I’ve got a red that should work.”

He walked back to the table, his brown eyes temporarily drawn to Monica’s legs as the black hem of her dress rode up her thighs, then stealing a glimpse at her cleavage as he poured her the drink.

He sat down in his chair, raising a glass of red wine to clink against Monica’s. “That reminds me of my uni days. Or, more accurately, my ‘trying to get laid at uni parties’ days. Never got around to actually applying.” Looking at him more closely, he looked to be in his late 20s or early 30s.

He recounted a story of he and one of his friends getting shit-faced at a party at his friend’s school as he and Monica dined. “So there’s Dex, making a rope ladder out of blankets, dangling out this dude’s window, only they were cheap as shit, so almost instantly the thing shreds. He lands in the bushes, the laptop busted to hell, and about a million thorns up his arse.” Nearing his last few bites, he asked, “What about you? Any wild stories, or do you get all that out of your system with your…extracurriculars?”
 
"You cannot believe how boring I am" She laughed "I am an engineering student, so I spend a lot of time studying. As for my extra-curriculars, yeah." She waved her glass of wine as she talked, easy and free since he was a peer. "So my very first college party, Gabi my ex gets us invited. we weren't dating yet." she sips at her wine, realizing she had never mentioned the girl to him before. She soldiered on "anyway, she's dancing with some guy and I hear gunshots. So rather than stay inside and play beer pong and hook up with her hot partner's hotter room mate... I'm out the back, putting on a black balaclava and suddenly having a fight with two russian mobsters." She detailed the brief combat "and fuck I never felt so alive. That was before the armor, the name. All that. I was just... stupid. Stupid." She laughed and flushed "But fuck man. Nothing compares. I saved this cop once. I'm flying overhead and he's outside this bar getting his ass handed to him by mobsters and I just jumped out of the sky and started throwing hands." She sipped at her wine and set the glass down "I didn't even know he was a cop at that point. But you know, shit like that just tells you you're alive."
 
He chuckled at the “boring” comment. He listened, draping an arm over the shoulder of his chair, then continuing to drink. “Fuck. That sounds amazing.” Shaking his head, he pointed at her, grinning, “I know exactly what you mean. There have been a couple of times in my life where I could have gone done a different road but…all the crazy shit I get into? The stuff that almost gets me killed or thrown in jail? I don’t know how to give that up.”

He studied his wine glass for a moment, then looked back at Monica. “I can think of a few other ways to feel alive that don’t involve getting shot at.” A trickle of red liquid still left, he placed it on the table. “Come here,” he said with the hint of a smile on his face. Marcus angled his chair and body away from the table, leaving space for her to approach if she chose.
 
Monica moved over and straddled his lap. With more confidence than she felt, she spoke "Now,. Just to be clear, I'm obviously not here to tell you that your friendship means too much for me to sleep with you." She looked into his eyes, rocking subtly against him "but I don't want you to feel cheap or used after so I do need to be honest about the fact that I have very little time to have a boyfriend, what with being a world famous superheroine and all. I hope that's ok." She grinned, then squeezed him in her legs. letting him feel just a fraction of her strength. "Because I definitely came over here to fuck your brains out. If you ARE ok with that."
 
Marcus grabbed onto Monica’s hips with his sizeable hands, looking into her eyes. “I really like you, but I’m not good boyfriend material, even when I’m not in hiding from the authorities.”

He reached up and placed a hand on the back of her head. “Only been picturing it for the last 48 hours straight,” he said, returning her smile and pulling her in for a kiss. His eagerness came through in the kiss, as he pressed his lips against her firmly and excitedly, stubble brushing her jaw. One hand grabbed onto her ass, cupping and kneading it through her dress.
 
Reaching down she tugged her skirt up as she wanted his hands on her bare skin. She kissed him again, parting her lips, tongue flicking out, searching for his. She gripped him in her legs, careful, he was a super but he wasn't super strong. Her hands cupped his face, her eyes closed as she just felt him against her, muscular, solid. The feel of his hands allowing her the illusion of strength. A soft moan escaped her lips and she rocked against him, wanting to feel him under her, on her, in her. She broke the kiss "we're not gonna fuck in this chair I hope."
 
Marcus’s tongue massaged her, kissing her deeply. He looked down, seeing her bare thighs and pussy, his eyes widening for a moment. “Fuck yes. That’s my girl.”

One hand grabbed her hip again while the other grasped her bare rear, roughly. As Monica moved against his lap and put her hands on his face, she felt something very stiff and very large beneath his chinos.

“Well, not to start,” he said, grinning, his voice a low, quiet rumble. The Brit slipped his hands underneath her ass and lifted her and himself quickly into the air, kissing her neck and beginning to carry her out of the kitchen toward his bedroom.
 
She loved that, being picked up. Being able to lie to herself about him being comparatively strong. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms, craning her neck to give him full access to it "mmmm fuck, yeah." When they got to the bedroom, she felt him dump her onto the mattress. Her legs spread, letting her dress hike up, revealing the lack of any clothing beneath. She looked him over, his muscular frame, the huge bulge in his pants, then back up to his face. "Pretty good start so far."
 
His eyes focused on her pussy as she revealed it to him, then made their way up her body before his gaze matched with hers. “I’m usually about that big finish,” he said wryly. “Fuck, you’re hot. You fucking uni girls get me every time.”

Marcus began removing his blue shirt, pulling it up over his sculpted torso and powerful shoulders. A little trail of black hair disappeared under the waistband of his pants. He unbuttoned them, then with a somewhat light touch, grabbed a few of her fingers and pulled them toward his fly.

As Monica unzipped his chinos and started in on the waistband of his boxers, his big, swollen head poked out almost immediately. A moment later, she’d uncovered Marcus’s long, thick cock, and could see a tiny gleam of moisture on the very tip. Fully erect as he very much seemed to be, he was around the size of Austin.

He bent down and kissed her on the lips again, running his hand through a hank of her hair.
 
Wrapping her hand around his huge cock she dipped her head, brushing her lips around the head. She looked up at him with big green eyes "what a big cock you've got" then sucked the head into her mouth. She let her soft lips tug at it, her tongue brushing, swirling slowly around it. She dipped her head till he was as deep in her mouth as she could take him, her hand wrapped loose around his shaft and stroking him as she slowly bobbed her head, sucking, tugging in her cheeks, struggling to keep her teeth off of it, since he was so girthy.
 
Marcus ran his hand through the hair on the top of her head and groaned as she slid his head into her mouth. He closed his eyes as she took in his thick shaft. “Not every day you…get your cock sucked by a superhero.” His eyes opened and he looked down into hers as he moved his hand so that it cradled the back of her head.

“Fuck…you look so good with my cock between those pretty lips.” He brushed a lock of hair away from her forehead, and then groaned again as she took him deeper, giving her hair a sudden quick tug as his massive hard-on twitched at her sucking.
 
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Monica slipped her mouth off of his cock and winked "I can honestly say i've never had the experience" you know, because... no cock. She laughed and took him deep into her mouth again, pulling in her cheeks, fucking him slowly with it. She pulled off again, stroking his shaft, sucking his balls a moment "On my back or on all fours or what?" Not in a hurry, hand loosely stroking him, keeping him hard without moving things forward.
 
“Ohh, fuck,” Marcus groaned as she slid his erection back inside her. “You’ll have to…settle for…getting deep-dicked by a supervillain.”

When she posed the question, he lifted her up again, kissing her lips, neck, shoulder, then burying his face in her chest, kissing the soft inner circles of her breasts, his rigid meat touching her stomach. He tossed her onto the bed once more.

His sizeable hands flipped her over as easily as she had flipped Gabi, landing her on her stomach. “All fours. I want to taste the Nighthawk’s pussy.” At the same time, he slid open a nearby drawer, pulling out a condom.
 
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