Reece's Faith (85 page)

"No offense, Reece, but I'll leave all the touching to Louise here."

John mentioned that he really should fix Faith's make-up. All hands disappeared from her head and Reece fell back down on the bed. "Wake me when it's nap time," she said with another yawn.

"Faith, I do believe you've ruined her for anybody else," John teased.

"That was the plan, big guy."

"Good plan," he grinned.

"S'okay. Only Faith, nobody else," Reece said sleepily.

"Oh, Spike! That was so sweet," John gushed and approached the bed.

"Hug me and die," Reece warned.

"Okay, backing off," he held his hands up.

 
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The actress lucked out as she wasn't needed for the rest of the day's shoot and would be leaving much earlier than her usual time. It really didn't matter; the day flew by for Faith, knowing her lover was waiting for her in the trailer. She tried to convince the club owner to go home and to work, but Reece was dead set against it. She said the club would not fall apart without her and Faith knew it was the truth. The actress was just worried that her tall lover was going to get bored or fidgety without anything to do all day, but that proved to be no problem, since she wound up sleeping most of the day.

After Reece finally woke up, Faith introduced her to the cast and crew, and she saw the club owner puff up when she called Reece her partner. It felt good to the actress to know Reece was so proud of her.

John was having a ball with the tall woman and tried with all his might to let him make her up. At one point, Reece almost thought to let him, just so he'd shut up. She settled on convincing him that he would be allowed to do it another time. She even promised, which worried her now, but at the time it had worked well in quieting him down.

In the car on the way home, Faith laid her head in Reece's lap and stretched out on the seat. The club owner felt a strange sort of possessiveness come over her when Faith fell asleep. She wished she could pick her up and cradle her like a baby, protecting her from everything. It frightened her, never before feeling so scared to lose something, never letting someone so close to her heart that she would have the opportunity to feel like this. Reece traced Faith's features with her fingers and became even more nervous. Faith had become the most important thing in her life. She had no idea how it happened and now she was scared she'd do something to screw this all up. The club owner swallowed loudly and cupped her lover's head in her hands. Faith trusted her completely, with her life and with her heart. Reece felt terribly responsible and very scared. Not liking the feelings, she closed her eyes to conjure up a distraction, anything to take her mind off of the twisting feeling in her guts.

Faith awoke from Reece's chuckling. Smiling at the pleasant sound before she opened her eyes, she reached out blindly for her lover's hand.

"Good evening, sleepy," Reece said as she squeezed the smaller hand.

"What's so funny? Did I drool on you?"

"Just thinking," Reece answered vaguely.

Faith sat up and kissed the club owner on the cheek. She looked outside the car window and recognized the area. "We're almost home. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking about Smudge, when he climbed into the bath with you," Reece chuckled again.

"Sure, it's funny to you. If you would have been in that bathtub, it would have been anything but funny," Faith teased.

"Hell, yeah! I would have killed him. No one poops in my bathwater and lives to tell about it," the club owner laughed loudly now.

"Yuck it up, Reece. That was truly disgusting."

Reece contained herself. While it was very funny, it really was gross.

The car came to a stop in front of their house and the women said their goodnights to Barry before exiting. Reece left first and Faith made plans with the driver for the next day.

The club owner opened the door to the house slowly as she learned to do the last couple of days. Smudge had started to wait by the door for them and a few times Reece wound up flinging him halfway into the living room when she threw open the door.

"Hey there, little guy. Who's my little rat-face, huh?" the club owner spoke to the dog in a strange, high-pitched voice and then turned around to make sure Faith didn't hear it. "Didya miss auntie Reece?"

The actress entered the house and closed the door behind her, watching her tall lover play "catch my finger" with the dog. She smiled, knowing that if Reece ever knew Faith heard how she talked to the dog in that silly voice she'd drop dead. Faith made some noise to let Reece know she was close by and the club owner stood up.

"Are you hungry, babe?" Reece asked as her stomach growled.

"I could eat. What do you have in mind?" Faith scooped up the puppy and kissed him hello.

Reece opened the fridge and looked around. "Alls we got is salad. It's pretty late to order in."

"Salad it is then. I'm going to take a quick shower." Faith leaned up, kissed Reece on the cheek and disappeared.

When the actress returned after her shower, she found her tall lover in her boxers and a tank top, cutting tomatoes and fighting with Smudge. The dog was constantly humping Reece and it drove the club owner crazy. Not that Faith could blame the dog, humping Reece was her favorite pastime too, but Reece didn't appreciate Smudge's attentions. Presently, there was an ankle fetish happening and Faith watched amused from the doorway.

"Quit it!" Reece shook the dog off of her leg and pushed him away with her foot. The dog scrambled back and attempted to do it again.

"I said cut it out!" she repeated the shaking and pushing process.

Faith bit back a giggle. Smudge scampered back, his tail wagging, apparently thinking it was a game.

"Stop!" she looked down at the pup who was bounding around her feet happily. "I have a sharp knife, you, so cut it out!"

Faith couldn't help but smile. Reece was being so patient with the puppy. At first she would find Smudge trapped under Tupperware bowls as the bowl would be making its way across the living room or she'd open a cabinet and the dog would come stumbling out. She gave her lover credit for actually putting up with his antics. She watched as Reece picked up the dog and spoke to his face.

"You're a dog. I'm a human. Things don't work that way. Go do that to your mommy and see how much she appreciates it."

Faith approached the pair. "You know, Reece, we can fix that problem he has."

"Well then, what are you waiting for?"

"I'm not so sure you'll go along with the plan," Faith smirked.

"What plan?" Reece suddenly held the puppy a little tighter in her hand.

"He has to be neutered." Reece stared at her blankly. "Castrated," she clarified.

Reece's mouth hung open and she pressed the dog to her chest. "You mean..." she covered his ears and continued, "...cut his balls off!?" she asked, astonished.

"Yep," Faith snickered at her lover's horrified expression.

"Oh, no! Nononono!" She let go of Smudge's ears and held him to her face. "If you ever find yourself alone with your mother and she has this evil look in her eyes... run! Run like the wind!"

Faith chuckled, "Reece, unless you plan on breeding him, there's no need for
them
. It's healthier for the dog, anyway, in the long run."

"He's a man, Faith. You just can't go around doing that sort of thing willy-nilly to poor, defenseless dogs!"

"Okay, we'll discuss this another time. Is that salad almost ready? I'm starved."

Reece looked down at the counter and couldn't bring herself to slice the tomatoes anymore. "You finish it, I need to talk to Smudge in private."

Faith watched in shock as Reece cuddled the small dog close to her, whispering in his ear the whole way into the living room. "Sure.
Now
she bonds with him," she chuckled. "Nobody said she was normal. I'll never get him neutered now." Faith could only imagine what Smudge would look like wearing a protective cup.

 
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Reece woke early, the unseasonably pleasant weather was a relief to the club owner and she ran, instead of jogged, to her workout. On the run home, she took a detour down Christopher Street and found herself in the pet shop. While roaming around the store, she saw the man who she ran out on during her previous visit.

Ooo, what a fine body... for a girl!
"Well hello there, stranger," the man drank in the tall, sweaty woman with his eyes. "Need help today?"

"Yeah, kinda. Do these T-shirts come in extra small?" she glared at the man for staring at her.

The shopkeeper looked away from her angry eyes and smirked at the writing on the shirt. 'Man of the house'. "Yes, and I have a few other ones you may find equally as amusing," he offered with a giggle.

"Hey, I'm not laughing. He
is
a man," she argued.

Knowing he must have hit a touchy subject, the man nodded apologetically and rooted through the box of T-shirts, coming up with a few more to Reece's liking. Seeing her grin, he felt more at ease and tried to strike up a conversation. "So, where do you work out?"

"Down by the highway, at the end of Christopher. What about a collar for my dog?"

"Oh, so I see he's not a rat any more," he joked.

"Well, he's still really small..." she indicated size with her fingers and glanced at the shop owner's crotch.

My, my! So, the big, bad Butch is a little protective of her puppy. I wonder if the cute one knows she's on a shopping spree.
"I see. Don't have that problem myself, but if you want a
real
collar, they're over there."

"Oh yeah, that's what I want."

 
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Faith finished pouring herself a cup of coffee as the front door opened. "You're just in time, Reece."

After putting her purchases on a chair, the tall woman came up behind Faith and wrapped her arms around the actress's middle, kissing her on the cheek. "Morning, gorgeous," she teased. "Make me a cup?"

"Oh, yuck! You're all slimy!" Faith squirmed out of Reece's grasp and poured the coffee. "What did you get? Bagels?"

"No, stuff for the little man," Reece opened the bag and held up a shirt.

"The little man?" Faith smiled, bringing their coffee to the table. "What happened to rat?"

Reece shrugged and accepted the cup gratefully. "I don't know."

Just then, Smudge came to greet his auntie Reece; his little nails scratching at her leg. The tall woman reached own and scooped him up and let him rest in the crook of her arm.

"Oh, no you don't." Faith took the pup away. "You can smell like that all by yourself, don't drip all over the dog."

"You like it when I sweat," Reece wiggled an eyebrow and drained her cup.

"Different sweat, different smell," Faith grinned seductively. "Go shower, stinky."

Reece stood up and stretched, then peeled off her shirt, throwing it at her lover.

"Ugh! That's gross, baby," Faith grimaced and threw the wet garment back.

"What are you going to do today?" Reece asked as she twirled her shirt on her finger.