Re: Ice cream: Cat & Reece
Oh, don't worry about mean selfishness, Reece. Cat didn't feel even a little bad about getting him out of bed and making him come clear across town for her. It was probably a teensy bit telling that she hadn't been willing to walk to the bar for her truck or bike, and that she hadn't wanted to make the walk to his house in the Neighborhood alone. No, she'd spared herself all of that, and she wasn't even sorry. Just like she wasn't sorry when he sat and joined her. It wasn't precisely soft on the cold ground. But it was in the low 60s outside, which was downright temperate, and she just half looked at him, side-eye, as he finished off the joint. Beyond that, she chuckled quietly when he squirmed at the approach of her finger, and she relaxed against him, as if this ground was the softest sofa in human creation.
She liked that he leaned against her. Oh, Cat had plenty of sex in her life. Though, it was worth noting that she hadn't broken in this new version of her old body. But, that wasn't the point. The point was that physical contact wasn't strange for her, but affection was. None of her people were affectionate, and young her craved it in a way old her didn't. She liked how heavy he was against her side, and she chuckled at the simple concept of having a party because Stephanie had left. "As if we don't both have ample money to throw parties wherever and whenever we want." But, despite their millions, they were both living simply, and wasn't that telling too? She shrugged her shoulders, not having the slightest clue what Bruce would do if trouble came calling. "Matt is stoically silent. My memories of him are better now than they were before. I have no idea why being younger makes it easier to remember future things, but it does."
She hopped to her feet, completely unconcerned with her state of undress. "The coffee shop is this way," and she started walking, plaid to mid-thigh and socks on sidewalk.