Reece's Faith (59 page)

"Reece!"

"What the hell did I do?" she worried.

"I don't know, but it was absolutely wonderful," Faith breathed and turned over. "I'm sorry, Reece, but it felt like my entire body was my clit."

Reece raised an eyebrow.

"I think I was just too hypersensitive. Everywhere you touched me felt as if you were touching it and it was too much."

"Are you better now? Can I touch you?"

Faith chuckled at her lover's wide-eyed look. "Yes, and you better do it quick," she smiled.

Reece tested with a hand to Faith's arm and, satisfied when she didn't flinch, she wrapped herself around her smaller lover and sighed. "You scared me for a bit, Faith. I never did that to anyone before."

"
You
got scared? Imagine what it would feel like to be one big, giant oversensitive clit for a second, will you?"

"Uh, no thanks."

"Hey, baby?" Faith twisted around to look at her lover.

"Hmm?"

"Will you do that again for me sometime?"

"Make you feel like a giant clit? No way. I don't think I know how I did that to begin with."

"No, not that. Will you touch yourself like that for me?"

Reece blushed.

"It was so hot, Reece, Please? For me?"

"Maybe," she mumbled.

"Okay, baby, maybe's good."

 
*  *  *

Mrs. Ashford was coming up the street as Reece was leaving for the gym. The tall woman waved and held the door open, bowing gallantly as the older woman passed. "Happy New Years Eve." She said with a smile.

"Oh, you too dear. You're so charming when you want to be, Theresa," Mrs. Ashford gushed delightedly, then both eyes widened upon falling on the grinning woman's lips.

"Thank you kindly, ma'am." Noticing that Marsha's gaze had fallen on her very bruised lips, Reece bowed her head and tipped an imaginary hat with a shy grin.

"Maybe one of these days you can remind Quinn how to be a gentleman," Marsha smiled and kissed the grinning club owner on the cheek.

"Aw, Mrs. A," Reece teased.

"Well, you're certainly in a good mood!" she laughed, then raised an eyebrow at the obvious signs of her daughter's ardor peppering the tall woman's neck.

"Yep," the tall woman winked.

"So I take it you found my gift?" Faith's mother whispered conspiratorially.

"Gift? You mean there was more? I really liked the shirt, by the way. Thanks," Reece smiled genuinely, unzipping her coat to show off her gift.

"I'm glad you like it. It's that newfangled workout material. Faith tells me you are prone to sweating, this wicks it away," she pointed at the shirt and then winked. "Oh, you bet there was more, just not something I thought should be opened in mixed company," the older woman leaned over, "if you know what I mean," she added as she gestured towards her husband who just turned the corner.

Reece's smile sat there, but her demeanor must have visibly changed because Marsha rubbed her back and whispered. "He means well, dear, please give him a chance."

"For you, Mrs. A, I'll try," she grinned halfheartedly and sprinted down the street, wondering what exactly Faith's mother bought them that was so secretive. Deciding that her lover would tell her if it was important, she continued her run to the gym.

 
*  *  *

"Oh, Dad, you didn't have to get so much food!" Faith was emptying bags from Zabar's.

"Well, honey, they're world famous for their bagels and lox, let's test that theory, shall we?" Quinn joked.

"You must be starved, Faith," Marsha winked at her daughter.

"What makes you say that?" the actress asked innocently while her face turned red.

"Theresa was in a very good mood this morning."

"Mother!" Faith hissed. "Must you always be thinking about my sex life?"

"I said nothing of the sort. You just pretty much confessed to that yourself," Marsha harrumphed and sat down to eat.

Faith's ears burned brightly as she watched her mother smear cream cheese on half of a bagel. She snagged a Raisin bagel and began to cut it.

"I'd break off small pieces, Faith honey, unless you want to open up that bite mark on your lip," the older woman stated around a mouthful.

Quinn had the good sense to blush. His daughter's sex life was none of his business. However, he was a wee bit concerned about that bite mark.

Noticing her Father staring at her mouth, Faith dropped her bagel and glared between her parents.

"Quinn dear, pay it no mind, you should have seen Theresa," Marsha wagged a chastising finger at her daughter.

"Okay, would you like details, Mother, because I'd be glad to give you a play by play," Faith pursed her lips and tapped her fingers in irritation.

"Faith, don't be fresh to your mother," Marsha continued to wag her finger. "If you weren't wearing all your hickeys like medals, no one would give you a second look."

"Marsha, please, I'm trying to eat," Quinn mumbled, his body language showing his acute embarrassment fromÝthis conversation.

"Well, if you can even remember what it was like to give a hickey, dear, it wouldn't mortify you so," Marsha replied with a hint of frustration.

Faith winced, "Oh, yuck."

"What?!" he argued.

"You know what I'm saying. If you had half the drive that Theresa does..."

"Oh, god no, Mother!"
She didn't just go there...

"You're jealous of your daughter's... nookie frequency?" he asked incredulously, sitting up straight in his chair, ready to defend his manhood.

Dear god, this isn't happening...
The actress put her fingers in her ears and hummed loudly.

"Don't you find me attractive anymore? I can't remember the last time you touched me."

"Marsha, of course I find you attractive, don't be ridiculous."

"LA LA LA LA LA"

"Then why don't you ever want to... you know..?

"It's not like I don't want to, exactly..." Quinn tried to explain.

"DADA DADA DADA DA..." Faith began singing "The Chicken Dance".

"Then what is it, exactly?" Marsha put down her bagel and folded her arms.

"Well, maybe if you dressed more like your daughter, I could behave more like her girlfriend," Quinn fought back.

Marsha wanted to be shocked but her daughter's dancing and wing flapping were terribly distracting. Quinn was staring at Faith in much the same way his wife was.

"DADA DADA DADA DA DA"

"Now look at what you've done. Your daughter's gone insane," Marsha pursed her lips at her husband.

"I drove her insane? Madness runs on your side, Marsha, or did you forget your crazy Aunt Gertrude?"

"She liked pin cushions, Quinn. It's a harmless hobby."

"LIKE A RHINESTONE COWBOY! DA DUM DUM!"

"FAITH!"

Opening her eyes, the actress saw her parents staring slack-jawed in shock at her. Faith groaned pathetically. Now she was the one mortified. "Um... I'm going to take this up to my room, if you don't mind." Not waiting for an answer, the actress grabbed her breakfast and ran as fast as she could up the stairs and shut the door.

"That's your side, Marsha, I'm telling you," Quinn shook his head sadly.

"Nonsense. She's not insane, it's endorphins."

 
*  *  *

Reece felt refreshed after her workout; she showered at the gym and headed over towards the club. Feeling pretty good with herself, she stopped at the florist to send Faith some of her favorite flowers. Afterwards, she hailed a cab and even managed to keep her good mood over the din of the foreign music blasting in her ears.
Well at least it smells like curry. I like curry,
she mused.

Unlocking the gates to her club, the tall woman wondered what was in store for her on New Year's.
I hope it's not going to be a repeat of Christmas. Which reminds me... What was Michele's last name again?

Reece closed the gates behind her and flipped on the house lights, surveying her club for the first time with an owner's eye. "I really own this," she smiled. "I bet I could do more with this place." The club owner walked around, examining the angles. "If I were a perverted old horndog, what would I want to see?" she thought out loud, moving over to the stage area. "Hell, two out of three and I'm asking myself," she laughed at her own question.

Reece came up with some great ideas on improving her asset and, most of all, utilizing space. She strolled into her office with a determined air. Settling in her chair she flipped through Frankie's rolodex and located his contractor. Reaching out for the phone, she was surprised to hear it ring. "Lounge."

"Help me."

Reece barked a laugh at the plea, and settled back comfortably. "Whassamatter, sweetie?"

Both women raised eyebrows at the endearment.

"Mother and Father are discussing their sex life over breakfast. I'm afraid that I'm helplessly traumatized now."

"Oh. Ew..." Reece sympathized with a scrunched face.

"My sentiments exactly," the actress said while chewing.

"Well, you're eating, so it can't be that bad," Reece deduced.

"But I'm taking little bites. Mother would hate to see me suffer due to my sexually induced injuries."

"What injuries?" Reece asked tensely.

"My lip appears to have a bite mark, as well as various other exposed areas."

"Oh," she relaxed, "I guess I should have warned you," the club owner said guiltily.

"Don't feel bad, Reece, I love it when you get... you know... forceful... territorial."

"Yeah?" the relief in her voice was evident.

"Absolutely. However, certain areas will be off limits for quite some time, hon."

"I'm sorry, Faith," Reece said sadly.

"First I couldn't beat those words out of you, now you say them at the most inappropriate times," Faith teased.

"I mean it. I hate it that I hurt you... in any capacity."

"Well, for your information, this capacity is very well received and worth every flinch," the red head thought about it some more and added, "very worth it. You are the most wonderful lover in the world," she smiled.

"You don't have much to compare me to, Faith," Reece chuckled playfully.

"You've surpassed any wild fantasies and dreams I ever had on the subject by miles," Faith said sincerely.

"You really mean that, don't you?" the club owner smiled proudly.