Reece's Faith (97 page)

Both women turned to look at Faith.

"I have a pounding headache and the world's worst cramps. I'm waiting for the ibuprofen to work, so either kiss her ass or shut the hell up."

Reece shot Cori a glare and the dancer danced her ass around in circles. "I will not," Reece stage whispered.

"You lie. I'm not your friend any more." Cori stuck her tongue out at Reece and the club owner grabbed it. "Ahhh... et doe eece!

"Put your ass away and I will."

"Reece, let go of her tongue, now."

Faith didn't raise her voice; she didn't have to, her tone spoke volumes. Reece let go of Cori's tongue and slid her chair over to her suffering lover with a pout on her lips. "Come here, sweetheart."

Cori mimicked Reece and she glared at her.

"Reece, I don't feel good," Faith whined. "It's all your fault."

"My fault?" Reece asked in confusion.

"Yes. You sucked it out of me, now make it go away," she sat down on Reece's lap and nestled her face in the tall woman's neck. The club owner rubbed the back of Faith's head. "Mmmm, I love the way your neck smells."

Reece smiled indulgently and held Faith closer.

"You always make me feel better just by holding me," the actress breathed into her lover's neck.

"Look, a Hallmark moment. Let me go buy a card, quick."

"Shut up, Freak."

Cori raised her eyebrow at Faith. "Oh sure, I'm the one who gave you drugs and this is the thanks I get?" she pouted.

Faith got up and sat on Cori's lap, nestling her face in her neck. "Better?" she giggled.

Reece's eyes went wide. "Hey, is it alright that I'm turned on by that?" Faith shot her a look. "I was just asking," she mumbled.

Cori gulped, "Uumm... Faith, you better get up. Reece has that look in her eye."

Reece did indeed have a wolfish look about her. Faith climbed off of her friend. "Didn't you get enough?"

"I can never get enough of you." Reece opened her arms. Cori made gagging gestures.

"Please, baby, if you really love me, you'll rub my back."

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you cause of... you know," she gestured towards Faith's back and Cori gasped.

"Shit, look at those marks! Wow! Reece... you did that to her?"

"Well, she did stuff to me this morning!" Reece said defensively.

"Wow. Did it feel good? Does it hurt now? Wow."

"Enough, Cori, Geez!" Reece growled.

"Honey, I told you it's okay; don't feel guilty." Faith shot Cori a warning look.

"Maybe you should put ice on it?" Cori offered.

Faith's nipples hardened to Reece's delight, and Cori's shock, then she groaned and clutched her belly.

"Why'd you have to go and say that for, Cori? Now she hurts again."

"Yeah, well those nipples did look painfully hard."

Faith blushed beet red. "So, I get turned on by the mere mention of them. It felt really good. I admit it. Okay?" she huffed and threw herself in a chair.

The dancer looked at the club owner and they both shrugged.

Reece knelt down in front of Faith and looked up forgivingly through her lashes "I'm sorry, babe. We won't talk about them any more."

"Okay. Thanks," Faith whispered and leaned over to kiss her lover.

"Oh, you're good, Reece," Cori shook her head and chuckled.

The doorbell rang and everyone sat around looking at each other until Reece finally stood up. "Who could that be?" she muttered as she left the room. When the club owner opened the door, she grimaced hard.

"Surprise!" Marsha whispered and put a finger on her lips. Quinn just shrugged. "Where's Faith?" the older woman mouthed.

Oh boy!
Reece hung her head and groaned.

Faith was about to see who was at the door when Reece spoke loudly from the front door.

"What a great surprise, Mrs. and Mr. A!"

Faith froze, rooted to the spot. She had nowhere to hide and nothing to cover herself within reach. As her parents stepped into the kitchen, she waved and smiled weakly from behind Cori's chair.

"Sweetheart!"

"Honey!"

"Mom! Dad!"
Crap!

Marsha closed in on her daughter with her open arms and Faith grimaced even before their bodies met.

Reece smiled painfully from the doorway as she watched Marsha enclose her arms around her lover's stinging back and rub.

Cori looked back and forth between the occupants of the kitchen in anticipation of something big.

Marsha let go of her daughter and gave her scrunched up face a puzzled expression. "What's wrong, dear? Are you in some sort of pain? Why are you making that face?"

"Cramps," Faith covered and bent over just a bit. This stopped her father from approaching and he just waved and smiled instead.

"Heat, sweetheart, you must put heat on them. Is it your back? I know how bad you used to suffer with a backache. Let me rub..."

"NO!" Faith jumped back from her mom. "It's okay, I'll live."

"Goodness, Faith, a little jumpy today aren't we?"

"That's been happening lately, Mrs. A. Some sort of PMS," Cori offered with a genuine smile.

"Well, hello Cori! How are you? Dear, look, it's Cori," she narrowed her eyes at her husband.

"Yeah, hi," Quinn mumbled. "Faith, maybe you should put some clothes on?"

"Oh, yeah, daddy. I wasn't expecting anyone." Faith walked sideways towards the door until she collided with her mother. Turning around to catch her mom before she fell, she inadvertently exposed her back to her father.

"Faith! What the hell happened to your back!?"

Marsha spun her daughter around and gasped, "Oh, my god! What is that!?"

Reece attempted to sneak out of the room until Faith's dagger-filled glare pinned her to the spot.

"Well? What the hell is all that?"

"Now, Daddy... it's really nothing..." Faith stammered to her beet-red father.

"Nothing? NOTHING?" he repeated.

"It was her," she pointed to Reece whose eyes threatened to bug right out of her head.

"Oh, Theresa! You must be more careful! Were your nails clean?

Faith's eyebrows disappeared into her hair.

"Uh, yeah?" Reece answered quietly, still keeping her eye on the fuming man in her kitchen.

Marsha tsked and shook her finger at her daughter and Reece, "Maybe we should put ice..."

"Anyone want coffee?" Cori cut in.

Faith crossed her arms over her hardening nipples, already dying of embarrassment.

"You did that to her? Under what circumstances would someone who claims to love her, make marks like that?" Quinn asked loudly causing Reece to stand taller.

Reece glared at Quinn, "Just you wait a minute, Mr. Ashford..."

"I
wanted
her to. I liked it, Daddy. Now, butt out."

"She scratched you and you... you
wanted
... and she..." He looked back and forth between the two women until he understood. "Ohhhh... I see. Oh, Christ, Faith," he blushed brightly.

Everyone stood in awkward silence until Cori stepped forward wagging her finger.

"And that, ladies and gentleman, is why your mother told you that you should
never
tease the Animal."

Faith blushed harder and Reece snickered.

"You know, dear, if you put a little aloe and Vitamin E on those, they'll heal faster," Marsha stated.

"I don't even want to know how you know that," Faith covered her face and shook her head in her hands.

Quinn glanced at his reddish daughter and then at her puffed-up girlfriend. He looked Reece up and down a few times before making eye contact and then he smirked.

"Hey, she did stuff to me, too!" she once again said defensively and pulled down the neck of her shirt until half her breast was showing. "See?"

Quinn, Cori and Marsha all stepped close and squinted.

"Oh, yeah, I see that," Cori said first, elbowing Marsha.

"Why of course! Me too," Marsha agreed, winking at Quinn.

"Oh, sure, there it is," he nodded and backed up with the rest of them.

"See? I told you. Faith is a wild animal, sir." Reece fixed her shirt and stomped across the kitchen to throw herself in a chair.

Faith rolled her eyes. "I'm going to get dressed now."

Marsha and Quinn stared at Cori who smiled brightly back at them. "Wanna see my marks?" she asked happily.

Reece dropped her forehead to the table and groaned.

 
*  *  *

When Faith finished showering and dressing, she came down the stairs into the Twilight Zone. The first thing she saw was two asses greeting her from the dining room. "Mother? Cori?"

"Oh, Faith! This puppy is so precious!" Marsha squealed from under the table.

"I think you're frightening him with that frequency, Mom."

"Who's the little man? Who? You are!" Marsha continued to squeak.

Faith turned to shoot Reece a look.
Little man...
but Reece wasn't there. Entering the living room, the actress had to catch her breath from shock. There was her lover and her father sitting on the couch, wearing identical outfits. "MOTHER!"

Marsha came running. "What? What is it?" she panicked. Cori skidded right behind her.

Faith pointed open mouthed to the couch. Her Father and Reece were shoulder to shoulder, wearing motorcycle jackets and boots, leafing through a biker magazine together.

"Why, look at that," Marsha snorted. "He looks every inch the rebel with whom I first fell in love with."

"Well, there you go, Faith. You subconsciously went after the same type of..."

"Please, Cor, don't go there... please."

"Hey, Faith!" Reece said excitedly. "I'm gonna take your old man for a ride."

"You're
what
?" Faith and Marsha exchanged shocked looks.

"Reece here is going to take me for a ride on her pig."

"Hog," Cori corrected.

"That's right," Quinn beamed.

"Oh dear, please be careful!" Marsha worried.

"Reece? Are you sure you want to take my father on your bike?"

"Yeah, no sweat. Just a few times around the block," she shrugged.