Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

She unclasped her bra deftly and tossed it aside. Pulling his face down against her chest she muttered "fuck yeah." He ended up ticking a few boxes. Monica's first real exposure to nearly naked men was in the pool, and the guys she gravitated towards before Austin had this lean look. She tugged at his hair again, then pressed a nipple to hips lips even as her strong legs wrapped around him, making her skirt ride up her thigh.
 
He shoved her breast into his mouth, mouthing it, sucking it, then burying his face between her cleavage. He started in on sucking her other mound, tugging at her nipple, while one of his hands kneaded her bare thigh beneath the skirt.

Zach groaned with pleasure as he mouthed, licked, and nibbled on Monica’s tits. He pulled away and looked her in the eyes, adjusting his positioning so that everything lined up just right.

She heard the jingle of his belt buckle and the quick, faint sound of his zipper. He kissed her mouth firmly as they worked on stripping him down.

He had a good-sized cock, clearly hard and ready for her, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. “My pants,” he said, reaching over for his jeans and digging a hand into his pockets to produce a condom, taking a moment to kiss her again as he leaned over to put the clothes back.
 
"safety first." Monica nodded. She wasn't so far gone she was gonna raw dog it. She laid back, rubbing her lips, teasing herself and keeping herself stimulated as she watched him get the condom on. She tugged on a nipple, as much for the sensation as to give him a little visual, keep him engaged. "come fuck me zach." she had toyed with the idea of calling him Jack to establish this was a one time thing, but in addition to maybe being too rude she figured she should wait till after. She spread a little wider, biting her lip, keeping her eyes on his face as she waited to feel him back atop her, inside her.
 
He stumbled for a few seconds with the condom, distracted by Monica’s display. “Fuck.” He rushed to cover his hard-on as if his life depended on it. “Fuck yes,” he responded to her command.

He quickly slid back into place above her, pushing her leg aside. Long hair framing his face and eyes fixed on her breasts, she felt the swollen tip of his cock push against her sensitive lips. He moaned and drove the head in, then a bit of the shaft, then more, burying himself deep inside Monica and watching her expression.

He pulled back, then slipped inside her again, her tiny black skirt undulating with the motion as he filled her pussy.
 
Wrapping her legs around him she locked him in place. She used the motion to set the pace, letting him know how to fuck her. She didn't have the time or patience to pretend he was giving her exactly what she needed, and so she showed him with her body, moving under him, rocking to take him. Her strong hands gripped him, digging in a little, but again, remembering to be careful, how fucking fragile he was in comparison. She felt her breath coming faster, heart pounding as the pressure inside her built, his cock filling her just right. She moaned in his ear "that's it, fuck me Zach, fuck me" her nails then dragging along his back again.
 
His face revealed his surprise again, this time, presumably at in her lithe legs. If it distracted him at all, Zach didn’t show it, penetrating her again and again. “Oh, god,” he gasped as Monica spurred him on.

He grasped a hank of her blonde hair as she adjusted her hips, fucking him as much if not more than he was fucking her. He kissed her again, not a sliver of tenderness to the act, groaning with each new thrust.
 
"yeah, that's it. Just like that. Fucking fuck me." She moaned and rocked with him, giving as much as she got, taking him deep, shifting so his head scraped just right along that spot. She gasped and gripped him a little harder, still having to worry about her strength. She resolved to find some Centauri dude to fuck, just once, to see what it was like to not have to worry about crushing someone. She kissed him back, sucking hard at his tongue, pressing her lips to his as they coupled frantically, definitely a fuck and not lovemaking. "Just like fucking that."
 
He drove his cock into her again and again, their skin sticking together slightly with sweat. The couch creaked like old floorboards.

“So fucking hot,” he managed to gasp, then let his tongue entwine with hers again. From the timbre of his voice and the stricken expression on his face, she could tell he could cum at any second.
 
Closing her eyes she concentrated on her own pleasure. She reached down, rubbing herself, toying with her clit as she felt him pounding into her. She felt herself let go, her body drained of all its accumulated tension, muscles spasming, legs gripping him hard then going slack as she felt herself give over to the orgasm she so badly needed. "mmmm fuck." she gripped him tight, wanting him to get off. "Yeah fuck zach. Fuck."
 
Zach clenched his teeth, striving to continue fucking her as she came, closing his eyes and thrusting wildly. “Gonna cum.”

He let out a loud, guttural moan, his stiff, thick cock still working inside her. He groaned a few times as he shot his load into the condom, hips continuing the job even as his erection slowly grew less rigid.

Grinning, he kissed Monica as he withdrew and relaxed atop her, playfully tousling some of her hair. “Wow.”
 
Monica kissed him back, then ran her nails lightly along his back for a moment. She extricated herself, going to the bathroom to clean up and take care of herself, then came back and grabbed her beer, sipping at it, standing there to see if he was going to stick around or head out, not forcing or caring either way "good time. Thanks for making a mistake with me" she chuckled "Glad I went out tonight."
 
Zach smiled. “Yeah. ‘Mistake.’ Definitely not ‘highlight of my life to this point.’ ” He took a turn in the bathroom after she finished, then stuck around to rewatch the rest of the film before heading out.

Over the next few days, her former psych classmate attempted to prolong the thing with a few DMs and texts, but mercifully, got the picture pretty quickly and expressed his gratitude.

Monica, Hadley, and Zoe were grabbing lunch at a sandwich place between places. Monica’s old friend seemed to be thriving in her new environment, excited about campus and city life, and enthused about her classes. Also, although she’d offered to talk with Monica about what she was going through, she’d shown no signs of trying to use Gabi’s absence as an in with her.

While Monica was waiting in line behind Zoe, who was discussing her film course with Hadley, a text came in.

GABI: Hi! How was your weekend? It’s been kind of a while since we FaceTimed😟Say hey to everyone for me:heart:

“You’re not in Townes’s course, are you?” Hadley asked Zoe, invoking the name of Monica’s film professor from last year.

“No,” Zoe said, intonation rising at the end in curiosity. “Why?”

Hadley looked to Monica.
 
She texted back immediately "with Zoe right now! Will do! :)" She told zoe hi, then passed the little blond's response on to Gabi. She looked between Hads and Zoe and chuckled "Townes" She put her arm around Zoe "you know, Zoe, I think you have a real head for this kind of stuff. I'd...I'd really like it if you came and did my podcast. I'm doing a Bergman piece. I want you to watch the Magician and give me your perspective you know. As a young woman." She leaned forward a little, "I mean obviously it will be after hours." Then she pulled back and laughed "He's got a bit of a reputation."
 
Zoe flushed slightly and grinned as Monica did her best lecherous prof impression. “Ohhh. Yikes.”

“Yeah, yikes,” Hadley said, grabbing a bottled smoothie from a nearby cooler. “I told my dad about him and I almost literally had to stop him from hopping in his car and coming to campus to scare the living crap out of the dude.” Seeing the slight confusion on the petite blonde’s face, the theatre student added, “He’s a cop.”

“Ah. I guess that's better?" she said with a smile and a half-shrug.

Hadley grabbed her wrap to go, but Zoe and Monica set up at an outside table together, despite the relatively chilly early September air. “So,” Zoe said, “what’s the deal with Cristina?” The petite blonde opened her bag of sweet potato chips. Monica had seen her friend and the Latina hitting it off at her party a few weeks ago, but couldn’t tell whether it was friendly or romantic.
 
Monica hmmms "so. Confession, she was more Gabi's friend than mine. I like her a lot though. Over the summer I saw her as much as I saw Gabi." She thought "I think she's a year ahead of us? transfemme. Has a brother named Beto. Good dancer." She took a bite of her food and sipped at her Dr. Pepper strawberry. "If you want... I can have another party. invite them. I mean, I got the house for." She looked around. She got the house to start a life with someone. "I got the house so we could have a place to party since nobody's 21 yet. So we might as well use it."
 
Zoe took a bite of her wrap. “Okay, great,” she said cheerfully. “I got a good vibe from her from that party and then I bumped into her at the gym the other day again. I’m thinking I might ask her out. Which…like, I’ve never asked anybody out, but…I guess if I’m going to try the whole dating girls thing…”

The expression on Zoe’s face suggested she didn’t buy Monica’s excuse for renting the house for a moment, but she said nothing and grinned appreciatively at the offer. “Thank you. You don’t need to throw a whole party for me, but the first one was fun. Anytime you want help putting one together, let me know.”

Zoe looked thoughtful for a moment. “Most of the people at the party…they were kinda more Gabi’s friends?”
 
Monica shrugged "having people over is fun. So yeah, I'll have everyone over and you can you know, see what you can see with Christina. So you like em Latina huh?" She had always suspected Zoe was into Gabi, and now Christina. She sipped at her drink "well, I'm your wing-woman." she winked "and yeah, they were mostly Gabi's friends. Which is not to say that I don't like them or anything, its just she was up here before me and sort of fell in with them and all."
 
Zoe chuckled at the Latina remark. “I don’t know. I might still have a weakness for brainy Scandinavian girls with incredible legs and great taste in film.” She poked Monica playfully with the end of her unopened paper straw. “Speaking of which, have you seen Aftersun? It’s incredible. Totally, utterly gutting, but amazing.”
 
Monica rolled her eyes "uh huh." she shook her head about Aftersun "No i heard it was depressing and I'm not really in the market for that at the moment" she shrugged "Give me violent, or funny. Funny and violent. " she shrugs "Deadpool or something. I know, its not Bergman but... I'm sort of in a bubblegum place in my life at the moment."
 
Zoe nodded. “Yeah, I get that. I wasn’t really thinking.”

The curly-haired girl looked down at her lunch as if suddenly finding it distasteful. “And it was just a dumb joke. I’m not hitting on you.” She began wrapping her barely eaten food in the wax paper wrapper. “You’ve already made it pretty clear you want to forget anything ever happened between us. I’m trying to do that.” She rose from the table, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
 
Sighing she gestured "please sit down." If Zoe was going to throw a conversational bomb, she expected her to sit around for the aftermath. "Zoe, I liked what happened between us. But, at the time, I had a girlfriend. An actual, committed relationship with somebody I loved and thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Someone that I had every reasonable expectation wanted the same thing from me. So yes, I didn't at the time think that this was going to be more than something that just happened and it was nice and fun. Now, Gabi's gone. But Gabi's not gone in some sort of way where I'm like 'woooo Gabi's gone, let me immediately run out and find the next thing' Gabi's gone in a fashion that is absolutely fucking devastating. Some mornings I can barely get out of bed, because I'm fucking despairing. I go to class, I smile at everyone and tell everyone I'm fine but i'm not fucking fine. I lost my girlfriend and my best friend in one fucking moment, Zoe. I lost a relationship that had been cultivated over 13 years. So... maybe I'm entitled to feel like I'm not ready to run out and jump right back into another relationship. And maybe I deserve to have you understand all of what I just said and have some mother fucking compassion. You're cute, and you're fun and if you and I had hooked up over the summer before college started instead of Gabi being my first things would certainly be different. But they're not different. Two years ago, I lost the first love of my life, and 3 weeks ago I lost the second." She sat back a minute and looked at the little blond. "So I'm not really in a great fucking place, Zoe."
 
Zoe sat and listened, a sympathetic expression on her face. “Monica. Are you talking to somebody? Like, a professional. It’s really helped me.”

She played with the bit of tape on her wax paper wrapper. “I need you to believe me when I say I’m not trying to hit on you or replace Gabi or whatever. It’s just…what we did…it was, umm…a big deal for me. I mean…first time with a girl…girls. With, like, one of my best friends in the world. I tried to be chill about it, but…it felt like a new chapter in my whole life, right? And then, it didn’t turn into more than that, which I was fine with—I was happy to get to share that experience with you, and you two were such a cute couple. It’s just…for a while there it felt like it was being treated like a mistake instead of like, some nice, fun thing we did. That’s all.”

She sighed. “And I just want things to go back to the way they were before all of that. I want you to know that I’m your friend and I care about you, and not because I’m…trying to get you back into bed. And I’m…I’m grateful that I know a lot more about myself. Thanks to you and Gabi. I want you to know I’m here for you and you can talk about anything with me. And if you don’t want to talk and you want me to leave you alone, or you want to go swim some laps in the gym sometime, that’s fine, too.”
 
"Im sorry. I know it was a big deal for you. I was. trying to navigate some of my own feelings about it because I knew you and Gabi had been really close for a while. Its... it is what it is. I was a shit friend."

She toyed with her drink "I am seeing a therapist. She's. Well it hurts a little that she was basically part of my bisexual awakenening." She rolls her shoulders "So i go back and forth between wanting her to be my doctor and wanting her to keep me in a cage in her basement as her sex slave" She gave a little smile at that, trying to make it into a joke. "Which she would be appalled if she heard. so mum's the word" she leaned back "Look, Zoe, you're my friend and I do want to talk and I do want to swim laps with you and I do want you to come around and party at my house and meet... Gabi's friends. That I inherited I guess." She sighed and rubbed her temples "But. You gotta see something. You gotta see why Gabi left and you have to make your own choices about whether you still want that. It's not something horrible, but it is something that might eventually be hard to deal with. I want you to know. I want you to see. I want you to understand but its fine to say no."
 
Zoe took a sip from her water bottle and placed her wrap back on the table. “Let’s just say probably all of us weren’t super well-equipped to handle threesomes right then.” She smiled a little. “For what it’s worth, Gabi and I never even flirted before that night. She messaged me once in a while while she was watching me stream video games, but that was it. She did actually tell me later that she'd always been jealous of me because we were on the team together and we were close."

Zoe nodded and flushed a little at Monica’s admission about Mel. “Oh. That is, um...complicated. Well...I hope she's helping. Otherwise...there are other counselors out there. I know it can take a while to find the right one, but...maybe finding one you don't want to have sex with is a good move."

She began slowly unwrapping her food again. "In terms of Gabi's friends...that's great and all that you have some people in place you can hang out with. But if you don't feel like you're vibing 100 percent, you can branch out a bit. When I was struggling at Northwestern, my counselor was telling me to join a club or do a hobby that was a little more social. You know...rather than watching depressing art films that no one around me wants to watch or sitting in my room pseudo-hanging out with people by playing video games and talking into the camera." The petite girl grinned.

The surprise and concern were plain on Zoe's face. After a minute, she regained her composure. "Of course. Whatever you need to show me or tell me, I'm here." She slid a hand across the table toward Monica's. "I get out of classes around 4:30 and then usually hit the dining hall around 6:00, but other than that, I should be free. Unless...you need to talk about it right now?"
 
Monica nodded "so basically she told you to come do the things you're doing here." She smiled "Honestly, Zoe, it's super great to see you thriving here." She reached over and squeezed her friend's hand. "I was being sincere when I told you to transfer if Chicago was making you crazy, Prospect City is kind of a shithole, but... it's the right place for me and it seems like it is the right place for you." She dug into her lunch "as for the thing. We should just do it now so you don't sit around stewing and inventing a heroin problem for me or something." She dug into her food. "Eat, and then we can walk over to the house." She finished her lunch quickly, waiting on Zoe to finish, then began the walk over. After the hot summer the September air was welcome, even if it was still warm for September. The house was fortunately pretty close to campus, and so they didn't have a long jaunt over.

After making their way into the house, Monica took Zoe up to her office. She sighed at the sight of the second desk which now seemed so stupid and aspirational. She thought for a moment about getting rid of it, but who would want it? Maybe she'd make some sort of makeshift L Shaped desk out of it and put her printer on it and her books. She moved to the closet, setting aside the blankets that covered the safe. She picked the whole thing up, which would hopefully give Zoe some sort of indication as to what was coming, since the thing weighed a ton, and set it down in the middle of the room. After opening it. She inhaled, then opened the door wide to show the armor "Sooooo." She sat there, nervous, stomach acid as she showed Zoe the hidden part of her life "Before Gabi and I ... changed our relationship from friends, I showed her this. Was totally honest with her. She thought she could handle it, but. She couldn't. So she left and she asked me to come to upstate New York because... There's nothing for the Nighthawk to do at Suny Binghamton."
 
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