That was the thing. This is not some wasted opportunity. Nor is the universe teasing her. They were back to, sort of back to how things were. Living their separate lives, meeting at night to look after the city.
Matt is just stepping into a new stage of his relationship. And wasn't that what Kate had encouraged as she insisted he ought to take Heather on a reconciliation trip? Spending more time together. That was a done deal now.
It had all had been so much easier to say back when it felt like a distant reality.
"Hey, I'll be happy to give Peter his own room if he is game." Peter's just one of those guys who instantly improves the mood. Sure, they have different styles, but she's sure that if Peter stayed over she'd probably learn a thing or two from him. And he would probably design some real cool trick arrows for her as he promised.
She needed to remind him of that promise.
There's a short-lived silence as they both sip on their tea and, out of the blue, Matt shifts the conversation towards something completely different. The move steals a quiet and yet clearl gleeful sound out of Kate before she puts her mug down.
"Hmmmm." It didn't take a long consideration for something to come to mind. It was an anecdote she had shared before with close friends on nights when alcohol kept running while loud laughs followed. "Okay. This is probably the most random and awkward one too. I hope you appreciate it."
Taking another sip of tea, she seemed to conjure the strenght to go back down that particular memory lane. "So, it was like a couple of years ago. I met this guy and we hit it straight away. He comes home and we have one of those nights when you're like, having a sex marathon, you know what I mean? Like fucking in every position and everywhere, passing out and then waking up to fuck again?" In a way, she likes talking about this in detail. It makes her feel almost on an equal ground as him. It's not something she'd ever feel comfortable discussing with Clint. But Matt? They're partners. Close friends. It's okay.
"He was doing great even if I had to fake my orgasms. Because the rest of the performance? A+ for effort." Kate waved a hand. "But anyway. He's just done eating me out and starts getting all romantic. Comes up and we go at it slowly, he starts talking, like wanting this deep, meaningful conversation. And all of a sudden? He freaking tells me that I remind him of his sister."
Before Matt could say anything, she held her palm out as if to stop him.
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Date: 2025-05-05 04:50 am (UTC)Matt is just stepping into a new stage of his relationship. And wasn't that what Kate had encouraged as she insisted he ought to take Heather on a reconciliation trip? Spending more time together. That was a done deal now.
It had all had been so much easier to say back when it felt like a distant reality.
"Hey, I'll be happy to give Peter his own room if he is game." Peter's just one of those guys who instantly improves the mood. Sure, they have different styles, but she's sure that if Peter stayed over she'd probably learn a thing or two from him. And he would probably design some real cool trick arrows for her as he promised.
She needed to remind him of that promise.
There's a short-lived silence as they both sip on their tea and, out of the blue, Matt shifts the conversation towards something completely different. The move steals a quiet and yet clearl gleeful sound out of Kate before she puts her mug down.
"Hmmmm." It didn't take a long consideration for something to come to mind. It was an anecdote she had shared before with close friends on nights when alcohol kept running while loud laughs followed. "Okay. This is probably the most random and awkward one too. I hope you appreciate it."
Taking another sip of tea, she seemed to conjure the strenght to go back down that particular memory lane. "So, it was like a couple of years ago. I met this guy and we hit it straight away. He comes home and we have one of those nights when you're like, having a sex marathon, you know what I mean? Like fucking in every position and everywhere, passing out and then waking up to fuck again?" In a way, she likes talking about this in detail. It makes her feel almost on an equal ground as him. It's not something she'd ever feel comfortable discussing with Clint. But Matt? They're partners. Close friends. It's okay.
"He was doing great even if I had to fake my orgasms. Because the rest of the performance? A+ for effort." Kate waved a hand. "But anyway. He's just done eating me out and starts getting all romantic. Comes up and we go at it slowly, he starts talking, like wanting this deep, meaningful conversation. And all of a sudden? He freaking tells me that I remind him of his sister."
Before Matt could say anything, she held her palm out as if to stop him.
"Wait! It gets worse!"