The parking garage was dark, damp and cold. Not quite winter yet, but miserable enough for a grey and rainy day to drive a hard chill straight to the bones. As she walked from her car, she drew on her coat, hastily covering her outfit and hiding her scrapes and bruises. She carefully scanned her surroundings looking for stalkers who knew where she lived or random passersby in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was alone but for the distant water dripping and dull hum of old fluorescent bulbs.

She tightened the coat around her waist and pressed the call button for the elevator. Moments later the doors slid open.

Quickly stepping in without looking first, she almost jumped back out after realizing another tenant was inside. She dug her hands deep into her pockets and stared at the floor, noticing the state of her legs. Her boots were scuffed and leggings a ragged tapestry of runs and tears. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the other tenant trying not to stare at her and drew her coat tighter around her. The elevator car stopped and an old woman got on, giving her a head-to-toe stare. As if stung by a bee, she slapped a hand to her head shaking the whole car, feeling around for her headpiece tiara, but felt greasy, flaxen hair instead. She scratched at a fictional itch and then put her hand back in her coat pocket.

She looked at the elevator’s panel…the display slowly ticking up. The car stopped and the doors opened. No one there. She glanced side to side at her building mates, neither moving. The man studied his mobile phone, the old woman absently stared straight ahead. The light for her floor lit up, the doors opened with a bright ding and she half-jumped out. She paused until the doors closed behind her, then looked down the hallway both ways. Not a soul in either direction.

Walking down the hall to her apartment, she checked behind her – no one following. She fidgeted through her coat pockets, finally snatching her jangling keys and sliding the door key into the lock so hard the door nearly shook off its hinges. She quickly glanced behind her going inside, shutting the door and locking it, then leaning backward in relief and loosening her belt allowing the coat to hang loose and open. Looking out the balcony sliding doors, the grey clouds were parting and letting the last orange light of setting sun illuminate the city. Exposed from the cover of her coat, her uniform’s armor sent haphazard reflections across the walls and ceiling, making the darkening room appear like a disco.

A roll of her shoulders and wiggling her arms allowed her coat to slide off and drop to the floor in a pile. She pulled her sword off her back, its scabbard making a loud clank as she unceremoniously rested it on the kitchen counter. She reached behind her back and undid the fastens to her armored corset with one hand while gulping down a large bottle of water, finally pulling the armor off and resting it on the couch next to her as she sat down. Turning on the TV, the local news was already covering the top stories.

“ – that’s right, Diane,” the anchorman said, “It was a lively day downtown as Dr. Strangle was finally brought down. Police and fire department spokesmen related that he’s currently in City Hospital, receiving treatment for his injuries during the fight that left one building in rubble and another on fire. Police say if it wasn’t for Won – ”

She put the TV on mute and leaned her head back, eyes closed and time stopped as the tension in her shoulders and neck eased away. Her mind wandered, sometimes reviewing her fight with Dr. Strangle and making mental notes of what not to do in the next fight. Sometimes she thought about her team partner and wondered – fantasized – if he was watching her beat another archvillain into the pavement. The corner of her mouth began curling into a sly smile at the idea of him floating up high above, muscled arms crossed over his chiseled chest, watching her every punch, studying her kicks, remembering her best dodges and blocks. Did his eyes see it all? Could they see past her fighting moves and beneath her armor? Could he smell her perfume from so far away? Taste her sweat in the air? Hear her heart thundering away from the thrill and fear of putting herself in harm’s way?

Her musings and curious thoughts faded as her mind wandered into unconsciousness, melding from one dreamy image to the next. Her breathing slowed, shoulders lowered and relaxed.

Her eyes snapped open. Countless minutes gone by, it was totally dark inside and the skyline of the city betrayed by the faintest sliver of dusk on the horizon. The evening news was wrapping up its broadcast with the latest Hollywood gossip. She felt a chill as she raised her head up, drawn to look outside.

He was there.

Floating a few feet above the balcony railing, his cape gently waved back and forth in the light breeze, his arms hung loosely at his sides. Although too dark to make them out, she felt his powerful locked on her.

Time stopped. She sat up staring back at him. Moments of silent regard passed, and finally strength and energy returned to her bruised and smudged arms and legs. She crossed the room and opened the sliding door. He drifted down and set foot on the balcony as she stepped outside.

“How long?” she asked.

“I’ve known your secret identity for a while now.” He replied, a voice carved from confidence and repute.

She shook her head taken aback. “No, I meant – ”

“Oh,” he said, the first trace of hesitance crossing his face ever, “Only a few minutes out here. I would’ve been here sooner, but I heard an SOS from an oil tanker about to wreck off the Alaskan coast and had to help it before oil spilled everywhere.”

She smiled. “Of course.”

A cool breeze rose. His cape enveloped him and what was left of her uniform and undergarments fluttered. She nodded her head to him and walked inside as he followed. She flipped the lights on.

“Interesting,” he said.

She looked back at him, eyes narrowed by eyebrows raised.

He paused. “Not what I was expecting your home to look like.”

“How so?”

He gestured to the classical art on the walls, the comfortable but elegant furniture. “You’re so spartan and direct out there, I imagined your home being more practical than ornate.”

She continued her careful glance at him.

“It’s a rare and pleasant side to see of you.” He said with a warm smile, but looked around more. “Not many pictures of friends and family.”

“Most of my family were born before cameras were invented. You might see a few portraits of them in the National Gallery.”

He laughed.

She smiled back, made way to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. She pulled out an empty glass and began to pour. Immediately he placed his hand on hers, his touch light but firm on hers.

“Thank you, but no. Never when I fly.”

She poured his glass into hers and sipped, still studying him with her eyes.

He looked around and tapped a finger on the counter, making the smallest dent in the granite countertop.

“What?” he asked.

“I didn’t say anything.”

Did he just blush?

“Oh,” he replied, “That look you gave – I thought you were going to say or ask something.”

“Not really. But now…why did you come here?”

He paused, looking more thoughtful than shy. “We’ve only met and worked together a few times, but I felt a connection. It’s more than just being alike – we’re both alone. There aren’t many like us or who can relate.”

“Ours is a lonely profession,” She said. “Being unique, extraordinary and powerful is also isolating.”

“I have – family,” he added, “But no one special. No one I can be myself with.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What about Lo – ”

He smiled to himself. “She’s a coworker at my day job who gets herself into trouble so much that rumors always fly whenever I have to swoop in and save her. She doesn’t even know my real identity, even though I sit at a desk beside her every day.”

“You’re kidding.” She laughed.

“No, really! You’d be amazed how effective a pair of glasses and parting your hair on the other side will do for a secret identity.”

She laughed more. “For me it’s pulling my hair into a bun and different make up.” Her laughter died down a bit, and her face drew more serious. “Have you ever had someone?”

He paused again. “A few times…it’s hard to maintain anything long-term when you have to run off at a moment’s notice or disappear for long periods of time. There was someone years ago, but I couldn’t be my full self.”

She turned her head sideways in confusion.

He definitely blushed. “I can level a building with one punch or leap over it in a single bound. Imagine if I lost control in an intimate situation with a normal person.”

“Oh…”

He nodded, “And most who could handle that are usually either trying to take over the world or kill me.”

“It’s not like we can post an ad on a dating site looking for others like us.”

“True.” She said. “So, what do you do?”

He shrugged, “I try to channel that energy into something else – I sometimes spend time in the outer solar system pounding asteroids into dust. You?”

“I go digging at the bottom of the Challenger Deep. It’s a few hundred feet deeper now.”

He laughed aloud. “Nice! A year or two ago I went out into the Oort Cloud – there’s a set of proto comets in fifty-thousand-year-long orbits spelling out all of the states and capitals.”

She couldn’t stop smiling. “Last time, I rearranged some ridges in the Himalayas. There’s a couple of Sherpas out there who hate me.” She paused. “But I have to ask, there was a mysterious explosion on the moon a few months back…”

He turned beet red. “Oh…that.” He looked down and wouldn’t make eye contact.

“What happened?” she asked, arms folded across her chest, waiting.

“I…uhm…this is a little embarrassing.”

“What?”

“I decided…damn…I couldn’t help my urge that one time. I wasn’t sure what would happen, so I fly out to the Moon’s orbit…and I uh…I took care of myself out there.”

Her arms fell to her sides, her jaw dropped.

“I know…I know. I was into it, my eyes were closed and wasn’t paying attention to which direction I was floating in. After I finished I felt the dust and rocks hit me and realized what I did and where.”

“They estimate that crater is about two miles across!”

“Yes…I guess I didn’t know my own strength until then.”

She smirked at him.

A look of realization came over him. “Wait a moment, what about that earthquake in Northern California last week? Didn’t you fight Electrica and her Hoard of Evil out that way around that time?”

She blushed this time.

He smirked back at her. “Spill it.”

“Her team member Mr. Essence sprayed me with his pheromone spray…and it was…stimulating.”

“That was a six-pointer quake.”

She took a deep gulp of her wine. “After the police took them away, I found a quiet part of the dessert, stripped down and released some frustrations. It wasn’t until I saw the news the next day that I realized what I did.”

He bellowed out loud. “I need to write a book about these things!”

“Please don’t,” she said between laughs, “My mother will read it.”

“Fair enough.”

They stood there for a moment in silence. Eyes making momentary contact, hands just inches apart. He placed his hand on hers, his gentle touch betrayed only by the solid strength underneath. She looked up at him – his was a kind face, full of bright optimism and good will. She placed a hand on his cheek. They leaned into one another for a delicate, hesitant kiss. A few gentle touches on the lips, and she opened her mouth, sliding her tongue around his. They drew into one another, arms embraced, hips against one another, legs intertwined. His tongue was warm, soft and strong like the rest of him. Biceps that bend iron bars and lift mountains crossed her back and waist. His hand slowing slid down to the small of her back and she felt warmth between her legs. Her hand fell to his hip and traced the belt of his trunks. Suddenly, a muffle boom filled the room, the walls shook and her wine glass fell over. She looked down, feeling him against her through his uniform, hard and at attention.

“Uhm…wow,” she said.

“Sorry…about that.”

They looked around…nothing broken or fallen over, but a few pictures were now tilted on the walls.

He effortlessly reached behind him and pulled off his cape, letting it gently drift down to the floor, then drawing her close again to kiss her. Her fingertips ran up and down his back – soft skin covering muscles that felt like steel cables. His hands caressed her back similarly, then hesitantly crossed below her waist and cupped her ass. She felt an electric surge travel up her spine as his fingertips traced along the center of her posterior, teasingly probing the intimate area. She ran one of her hands down his chest and along his lean, flat stomach, only betrayed by his rock-like abs, and slid her hand inside his trunks.

He moaned as her own strong hands encircled his cock, itself feeling like an iron rod with just a hint of pulsation from his own stimulated reaction to their current circumstances. She ran her hand back and forth along it, curiously fascinated by discovering that he was circumcised.

He nuzzled her neck and down past her perfect collarbones to the generous cleavage presented by her own uniform’s underlayer. A gentle tug on the fabric and it slowly slid off as he kissed her exposed breasts, his tongue encircling her nipples. Gods, his tongue was just as strong and nimble as the rest of his physique. She tightened her grip on him as he grew larger and harder in her hand. He leaned hard into her with a loud crash.

Instantly backing away, they both laughed as parts of the countertop and cabinets they smashed fell to the floor.

“Damn,” he said, “I’m so sorry.”

She smiled back, then grabbed him by the neck and drew him into a deep kiss. He lifted her up with powerful arms that have moved mountains as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their kissing and embrace making them a writhing mass as he walked them out of the kitchen and toward the hallway. Not once stumbling or running into anything, they arrived in the bedroom. She stopped, looked over her shoulder, then looked back at him with a welcoming grin.

Without hesitation, she felt the air blow through her long, dark hair as she glided in a perfect arc toward the bed. It was a new sensation, feeling herself moved or thrown by someone else without worrying about hitting an innocent bystander. She reveled in that brief moment of not using her powers to guide herself and closed her eyes at the first touch of the comforter on the back of her head.

Though her eyes sprang open in alarm as the bed collapsed from her landing; the four posts broken or splintered in all directions.

He stood in the doorway, mortified.

She shook her head and laughed to herself. “Okay…maybe we should try this somewhere else.”

“Agreed.”

He took her hand and walked to her balcony. Outside, he took her back in his arms and drew her into another deep kiss, their tongues dancing around each other as they resumed exploring one another with their hands. Soon enough he was kissing her neck, chest and breasts while she grabbed his ass. He took turns moving his lips, tongue and mouth from one breast to the other, his one hand caressing whichever one her wasn’t kissing. His other hand pulling down her leggings to feel her ass. The cool air touching it was bracing and alluring. Her head leaned back, allowing this man to do things to her, letting him explore her in ways so few would or could – she felt light as air in his arms. She realized at this point that, as a matter of fact, her feet were no longer on the ground.

She opened her eyes. Dusky clouds silently drifted past them as the moon rose over the horizon. The city lights becoming obscured through the grey tufts of mist, and the running lights planes flying be in the distance their only company. She felt the breeze gently speed up as they kissed again, this time both of them pulling off each other’s uniforms piece-by-piece, letting them fall away below.

His tender touch became hard gropes as his hands cupped her breasts, grabbed her ass or fingers slid between her legs. She held onto his hard cock, feeling its length and girth in her hand, stroking it as it grew larger and more steel-like in her care. The wind howled around them as clouds and the world below sped past them. As he kissed down her chest again, she felt their direction turn down toward the Earth. She gasped as he slid his fingers inside of her, instantly finding the right spot and sending exquisite electricity up and down her back. She yelled out loud as he did it again.

Then, just as suddenly, they came to a hard stop. With a deafening boom, earth, boulders and all sorts of fauna exploded away from them as they cratered into the ground. He arose from on top of her, stretching in the humid, warm night air. Jungle covered hills rose up behind them. She laid in the hole they made, her eyes barely opened.

“Where…are we?” she asked.

He looked up at the stars. “Costa Rica – no, Panama judging from the position of the stars.”

She stretched and sat up. Joints popped, muscles relaxed and tufts of dirt and plants fell away. Through the trees she could see the white caps of waves crashing onto a beach, their cascading rhythms drifting back and forth. He stood over her looking around, the moonlight tracing every muscle. She smiled to herself and slid her hand up his thigh. His cock immediately came to attention as she curled her fingers around it, gently stroking it as her knuckles ever so gently brushed against his other genitalia. She rose to her knees and traced his cock with her tongue, its entire length and girth. With one hand she deftly drew it down so she could play with the tip, circling her tongue around it, then slowly drawing it inside her mouth. He moaned and closed his eyes as she sucked and went back and forth on it, letting her tongue have free reign of his manhood and making sure she used plenty of spit to lubricate it. She made a long, drawn out exercise of pulling it slowly out of her mouth until the tip emerged, then nearly jumped back as her teeth scraped across it.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” she bellowed.

“For what?” he asked, looking down at her in alarm.

She gestured at his cock in her hand. “My teeth…your…”

He smiled. “Seriously? Bullets bounce off of me, so I didn’t feel a thing from that.”

She laughed while still caressing his cock in her hand. He kneeled down and kissed her deeply, letting his weight cue her into resting back down in the dirty crater they made. He laid on top of her, his kisses hard and intense, his equally defined cock pressed against her. He made his way down her neck to her chest, nuzzling, licking and sucking on her tits and nipples, then kissing down her perfectly flat stomach. He grasped at and caressed her breasts as he made his way down between her legs, his tongue taking the lead as he arrived at her clit. She grabbed his head with both hands as he traced around her clit, then lips, exploring all between her legs. His licking and lapping began to speed up as she arched her back. His tongue moved back and forth, in and out with amazing speed and skill, and she screamed out loud as his drew his fingers inside of her, finding her G spot with ridiculous speed.

Licking and rubbing her, she felt quivers up and down her spine as forces now out of her control built up inside of her. He had control of her and every move he made added to the already overwhelming waves moving through her whole body. Then, in a split second, with one definitive touch of her G spot, she screamed again. Her whole body tensed, legs spread open and her orgasm exploded out of her, complete with a jet of wetness that never seemed to end. Moments that seemed like an eternity passed as she recovered, her breathing slowing, her taut muscles unlocking. She opened her eyes.

What alarmed her wasn’t that she was now alone, but that there was a trail cutting through of downed trees and undergrowth toward the beach, which had its own newly-formed gully that disappeared into the recovering surf from her spectacular emission. Wetness covered everything. Her cheeks felt like they were burning.

Off to the horizon, she could just make him out, flying back to her from miles away at sea.

“I could see you blushing from all the way back there.” he said.

“Where?”

“Almost to the Caymans,” he replied. “Scared the Hell out of a few fishing boats, too.”

Did she blush even more? “I’m…sorry?”

He laughed. “Dr. Apocalypse’s cyborg once punched me so hard that I nearly landed on the Moon, and I felt it for weeks after. I’ll take this any day over that.” He drifted back to her, his feet never touching the ground and he stroked himself as he landed in front of her. “On the other hand, I feel like I should return the favor.”

She laid back down and eagerly spread her legs. Hid cock appeared even harder and larger as he landed and drew closer. He stroked his cock just inches away from her wet and expecting pussy. She let herself feel herself and closed her eyes. He pressed the shaft against her pussy, running its length up and down, getting it wet from her juices. She rubbed her clit even harder.

She felt him pull away, and a moment later, the tip just touch inside of her. Her legs widened more as he pushed his cock deep into her. Every moment feeling as if he couldn’t go in any deeper, then amazingly doing just that. She moaned as his hips finally met with hers. His cock felt like molten hot iron inside, throbbing and ready for her. He pulled his hips back slowly…ever so slowly, making sure she felt every inch of him slide back out until just the tip remained inside her. He paused what seemed like another eternity. She didn’t dare open her eyes, even as she spread her legs just a bit more, anticipating his next move.

After that, things became an orgasmic blur. He began pounding into her, his cock driving in and out, wildly pushing them both back and forth. His groans and her screaming exploded in time with his thrusts and pounding. His steely cock driving in and out of her, a pile driver of pure ecstasy and power. It seemed to grow larger and harder the more he drove in and out of her warm, wet pussy. It seemed to go on forever and she began to wonder if he’d ever stop and hoped he wouldn’t. His pumping sped up even more as his groans intensified. Suddenly, he locked his hips into hers as she felt him cum inside of her, his cock throbbing away with reckless abandon.

She felt light headed and adrift, her body soaring full of endorphins as wave after wave of her own climax and orgasm vibrated throughout her body. As her orgasms subsided, she felt the weight of reality grab her again as she rushed back down from her high.

Then slammed into the Earth with another crash.

She arose as earth, rocks, trees and debris fell away from her. She sat up and he was laying by her side, still breathing hard. She looked around. The beach that was previously just a hundred yards away was now miles downhill, as a long and haphazard trench stretched from where they were into the hills that were behind them. They were surrounded by a new crater, this one a mile across and filled with the ejecta of plants, and layer after layer of sand, dirt and clay.

For long moments they sat there, waiting for their breathing to slow and the relaxing afterglow take hold. Wild birds began to fly back and see what had happened to their former home. Someone walking along the beach was betrayed by the flash from their cell phone camera’s flash. He looked at her, their eyes locked in a silent conversation of warmth and satisfaction. They started laughing – just mild chuckles at first, then growing into belly laughs of amusement.

“Now that was fun.” he finally said.

She nodded.

“Well, what do you think?” he asked.

She looked up at the Moon.

He followed her gaze up. “What?”

“I was just wondering if we could knock that out of orbit.”

He smiled back, wrapped his arms around her, and took off into the sky.