Reece's Faith (46 page)

"Touch me, Faith." The tall woman's knees almost gave out at the contact.

"Oh Reece.." she crooned.

Faith was well aware that The Animal never let anyone touch her. Reece was not totally gone, and that was a safe feeling. Faith gasped at the amount of wetness her lover generated, and feeling confident she pushed Reece down onto her back.

The club owner grabbed Faith's head and forced it between her legs, lifting her hips to meet the mouth halfway. Her center was immediately covered with wet heat. She wrapped a long leg around her lover's neck and arched up off he bed.

Faith licked up all the wetness happily and rubbed her nose back and forth, covering herself in the scent and feel of Reece. The tall woman whined and Faith realized this was not the time to play.

"Inside..." she moaned, blindly groping for Faith's hand. "Arrrgh!" Reece growled and wrapped her other leg around Faith's back as the fingers moved swiftly in and out.

The actress looked up at Reece's heaving breasts and groaned, wishing she had three hands.

"Faith...suck...please." The club owner rasped breathlessly.

Faith latched her lips onto the throbbing oversensitive clit and pulled hard, batting her tongue across the swollen tip. Reece's legs trembled uncontrollably and she uttered throaty sounds, erratically jerking her sex into Faith's face. Faith doubled her efforts, her neck locked in a vise grip between her bucking lover's thighs.

"Yes!" The tall woman sat up, shoving Faith's head deeper between her legs. She gasped and wheezed, convulsing wildly. With a large exhale, her grip loosened. "Faith, oh my god," she grunted as she collapsed on the bed.

"What? Reece?" Faith asked, scrambling up the tall body.

"I can't move. You've gone and crippled me." The tall woman lifted her arm and it flopped back down heavily.

"You fuckhead! I thought I hurt you." She slapped her lover repeatedly on her shoulders.

"Hey! No beating a cripple!" Reece chuckled. "C'mere you." She held out her arms and Faith fell right into them.

"That was... interesting?" Faith sighed.

"Interesting?" Reece tried to lift her head to look at her lover but didn't have the strength.

"Mm hmm. Veeerrry interesting." Faith purred and sat up.

"Yeah?" Reece lifted an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Aside from giving me the wildest ride of my life, I found your breaking point." She smirked cockily.

"Oh. That." Reece averted her eyes.

"Honey, look at me." Blue eyes met green. "I enjoyed that you know. Very much so." she licked her lips. "Very very much so."

"Ok, but next time just tell me you want The Animal. You don't have to push me there. I can do that on my own."

"Don't worry Reece. I'm not afraid to push you. As long as I'm there when you snap, I'm ok."

"You really ok with it? I mean, I can be pretty brutal." she looked away and frowned.

"Very ok. I trust you, baby." She yawned widely. "You'd never intentionally hurt me."

"Key word being
intentional
." Reece yawned back and spooned her lover. "You're gonna regret it tomorrow."

"I'll never regret anything we do, especially in bed... and I'm not afraid of you, so forget it. Now go to sleep."

"I'll never figure you out, Faith Ashford."

 
*  *  *

Faith threw on her jeans and a sweatshirt, leaving her sneakers untied, and hastily exited the dressing room. She made a beeline for the older woman chatting with her friends. Standing impolitely between the women, she folded her arms over her chest.

"Faith, honey! I'm so proud of you! I was just telling these wonderful girls how ecstatic I was, seeing you acting! This place is so exciting! Sweetheart, your shoes are undone, you're going to fall and crack a tooth."

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Faith asked, rather annoyed.

"It was a surprise. I brought your Christmas presents." She held up a large shopping bag. "Some for your
partner
too," Marsha beamed.

"Awww. That is so sweet." Alison hugged the older woman.

"Sandy, Ali, I guess you've already met my mother," she said, rolling her eyes.

"She's great, Faith," Sandy gushed.

"Why does everybody think my mom is so cool?" Faith asked while tying her sneakers.

"I am, dear. I'm down with the queer people, now. Right sisters?"

"Oh god... why me?"

"Have you gotten anything for your woman yet?" Sandy asked.

"No, not yet, I still have some time, though." Faith looked down at her feet.

"Procrastinating gets you nowhere, babe," Sandy smiled. "Christmas
is
this weekend."

"Don't know what to get, huh?" Ali grinned.

"I haven't a clue," Faith sighed.

"Then it's settled. I'm taking you shopping." Mrs. Ashford turned her daughter around by her shoulders and pushed her towards the door.

"Mom! I don't have my purse! I don't even have my wallet!" the actress protested.

"For heaven's sake, why?"

"I was on my way to Cori's house, we were going to decorate her house to surprise Violet."

"Is that why you look like that then? Phew! I was worried that you were going all butch on my ass."

"Mother! What has gotten into you?!" Faith was astonished at her mom's behavior. She stepped into the black car and motioned for Marsha to follow.

"Too much? I thought so." Marsha pursed her lips. "I was only trying to fit in," she frowned. Mrs. Ashford closed the door behind her and looked around the interior.

"Mom, where have you learned to talk like that?" Faith demanded.

"I have a confession, I joined PFLAG," she smiled proudly.

The actress stared at her mother in amazement. "I can't believe you did that. What does daddy think?"

"He doesn't know," she whispered. "Let's keep it between us, okay?"

"Home, Ms. Ashford?"

"You got it, Barry, then we're going to the mall in Herald Square."

"Finally going Christmas shopping then?" he asked.

"Finally, yes. Barry, meet my mother, Marsha Ashford."

"Pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

"My pleasure. Faith, you have your own driver?" she asked in disbelief, extending her hand to the man up front.

"Yeah. Now we have to stop home so I can grab my wallet. Hand me that phone, mom? I have to call Cori and tell her about the change in plans."

Marsha took the phone out of its holder and handed it over, open mouthed. "Do you have to pay for this?" she gestured around the limo.

"No, the studio does. Reece demanded that I have safe transportation. It makes her feel better and, who's stupid enough to argue with her?"

Barry chuckled.

Faith held up her hand to quiet her mother. "Cor? Sheee's baaaack."

 
*  *  *

The actress opened the door to her house and was about to yell for Reece when her lover's voice came growling out of the living room.

"Oooo, look good in latex. Get off... having rough sex."

"Reece?" The stunned actress turned beet red.
What on earth?

"Is she alone? She's talking awfully loud." Marsha, also blushing, snuck towards the entrance of the living room, since her shocked daughter wouldn't move.

"Surprise, writhing round my bed. Restrained... while I fuck your head."

"REECE!"
What is she doing?!
Faith couldn't understand why her lover was shouting such things. Still, she was afraid of what she'd find if she followed Reece's voice, so she stood in the foyer blushing brightly.

"You are my fetish," the club owner sang loudly, oblivious to the other women.

Marsha retuned to her daughter's side with a playful smile on her lips. "Faith, honey? She's got those earphones on her head. I don't think she knows we're here. Should we let her know?"

"Oh no, that's not good, mom. We can't sneak up on her, it's not a good idea."

"But she'll be very upset if she finds us sneaking about... especially when she looks like that."

Faith worried. One time, Faith surprised her lover by sneaking up behind her as she entered the house and somehow wound up sprawled across the dining room floor, half under the table. Her mother would get very upset if she saw Reece in action.

"Looks like what?" Faith finally asked.

Mrs. Ashford gestured for her daughter to come to the living room. Quietly, Faith followed her mother and had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing loudly.

Her unsuspecting lover was still in her pj's, wearing big floppy slippers and a backwards baseball cap that kept her hair off her face and she was dancing around the coffee table wildly, playing 'air guitar'. "You are my fetish," she shouted.

A fake Christmas tree was listing pathetically to the left and decorations lay scattered all about the room. Faith shook her head at Reece's behavior and the two women snuck away from the room.

"Well, I think that's just darling, Faith! She's trying to surprise you too! I bet she had this all planned out with Cori," Mrs. Ashford smiled warmly at the younger woman. "Now, leave her be and hurry up and get your wallet."

Reece's voice once again echoed through the foyer, "Pain turns to pleasure fast... Relaaax while I pound your ass."

"Oh dear!" the older woman blushed. "Oh my! Maybe
I
should go get the handbag, this sounds way too personal."

"On the bed, upstairs in my room, mom."
Reece, I am so going to get you for this.

Faith could not imagine a song like this. However, she concluded, if there were one, it would figure that Reece would know all the words. She breathed a sigh of relief to see her mother return with her pocketbook. On their way out the door, Reece's voice could be heard again. The way the club owner sang the words turned Faith's legs to jelly.

"Oh, yeah, I'm gonna, I'm gonna watch you come."

"I bet it's never boring when you two call it a night, huh?" Marsha slapped her mortified daughter on the back and danced down the stairs singing, "You are my Fetish."

"MOM!"
Oh, please kill me.

 
*  *  *

Cori was guffawing again, drawing attention to the two shoppers.

"Do you mind telling me why you keep laughing?" the actress demanded, tapping her foot.

"It's that image of Reece again," she giggled. "I have a confession," the dancer sputtered between laughter.

"What, do I look like a priest today?" Faith scowled.

"I bought her that CD last Christmas."