Re: Ice cream: Cat & Reece
Cat was not in the market for honesty that evening. If you asked her, she'd inform you that it was never something she was terribly fond of, and that she generally didn't believe it when it stared her in the face. How much of that was true, well, that was another matter entirely. She'd cultivated a very specific reputation, and it involved no cuddling. There was none of the rest, either, and she'd have a hard time voicing the truth of it: The only person she'd ever snuggled with in any capacity? Was Helena, when Helena was very small.
She wasn't expecting the quip about Matt's behavior in bed, but it was so very him, and Cat laughed. "I met someone who knew him before, and apparently Matt was quite the Casanova once. But-" She exhaled heavily, seeking words to explain. "It wasn't sex for fun. It was sex to remind ourselves we were alive. Sounds weren't required." It was the best way she could explain. "The dacha was terrible. You know, our dark room? It wasn't as bad as the brainwashing there. I remember being in a room, and I hadn't eaten in so long, and there was only enough water to keep me alive, and I'd been tortured so badly. And all because they wanted me to believe that a little girl at the end of the room was just target practice. A bunch of circles that I was meant to point my gun at, and I refused, but by the end? That's really all I saw. To this day, I have no idea if I shot that child. Remembering isn't my favorite thing."
Which was all entirely too serious, and she grabbed onto the dominatrix thing with two hands, so to speak. "Did you know she had a dominatrix thing when you started dating her?" That was asked with a fought-for tip of chin and a regaining of casualness and footing. But, unfortunately, it was followed by a much more seriously curious glance of green. "Did you date her because she was your boss? Social climbing? All those important things?"