Reece's Faith

by T J Vertigo

  "Come on, Reece, you said! And I did make you, indirectly, 'cuz I told her what to do!" Cori teased wiggling her butt for all it was worth.

  "Get the fuck out of here! I will not!"

  Faith poured herself a cup of coffee and leaned her head against the fridge. "What's the problem?"

  "She wants me to kiss her ass!"

  "She promised!"

  "Shut up! I never said I promise!"

  "Reece, just kiss her ass."

  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.

  They watched as Quinn and Reece clomped their way across the hallway. Reece opened the closet and tossed the older man a helmet, which he put on backwards.

  "Reece..."

  "I know, Faith. I'll fix it."

  The two disappeared out the door to the astonishment of the women.

  "I can't believe she's taking Dad on the bike."

  "I can't believe they're suddenly best friends," Marsha shook her head in wonder.

  "I can't believe they have the same size foot," Cori patted Faith on the shoulder.

  They heard the rumble of Reece's Harley and all three women ran to the window to witness this event. Faith snickered first, Marsha snorted next and Cori all out laughed as they pulled away.

  "That certainly was a sight," Marsha giggled.

  "Dad's fat ass hanging off the sides of Reece's bike or his knees squeezing the shit out of her?"

  "It was his Fruit of the Looms that did it for me," Cori chuckled.

  "Well, I don't know what happened, but I sure am delighted that they get along now, Faith."

  "I know what you mean, Mom, but I really don't know if I want the two of them hanging around together.

  "I feel for you, hon," Cori shook her head.

  The group made their way into the kitchen and sat around the table. Faith fiddled with her coffee cup and Cori picked up the puppy.

  "So what brings you here, Mrs. A?

  "OH, I forgot! We saw the accountant this morning and since we were in the neighborhood..."

  "You decided to drop in and mortify me."

  "Now, dear, if you and your woman could be more discreet with your sexual escapades and not walk around half naked..."

  "Mother! You dropped in on us. I can walk around any way I choose in my house."

  "I didn't mind," Cori shrugged.

  "Of course not; I hear you like to watch," Marsha teased.

  "God!" Cori blushed and Faith laughed. "That's so not true. I'm gonna kill Reece"

  "Before you kill anyone, do you want to go shopping?" Mrs. Ashford asked.

  "Oh yeah," Faith nodded.

  * * *

  Idling at a red light, Mr. Ashford loosened his death grip on Reece. "You want to tell me again why I'm doing this?"

  "Because I threatened you," Reece called back behind her.

  "Oh yeah." He shook out his numb fingers.

  "I told you, we have to get along or at least make it look like it." Reece revved up the motor to end the conversation.

  Quinn took hold of Reece's body again as the light changed and said a few Hail Mary's for good measure. Finally opening his eyes, he noticed they were not in the neighborhood any more. Keeping his eyes open, he found that he rather liked being on the back of the machine and relaxed some.

  Reece felt the man ease up on the squeezing and smiled to herself. No one can resist a ride. For you, Faith, I'll do anything.

  Quinn whooped at the next light. "This is great!" he shouted enthusiastically. "Hey, where are we going?"

  "To my favorite florist; Faith doesn't feel well."

  "You surprise me, Reece... in a good way."

  "Yeah, I surprise myself," she chuckled as she started away from the green light.

  Quinn felt exhilarated, the sound of the bike and the feel of the wind made him giddy. He also bought flowers for his wife. When the florist asked Reece who her friend was and she replied, 'The old man,' Quinn felt himself puff up a bit. "Hey, thanks, you didn't have to say anything, you know."

  "No, I didn't," Reece stated.

  "Then why?" Mr. A stopped her from getting on the bike.

  "Because Faith and me are forever. You come with."

  Quinn smiled, "You're not half bad Corbett."

  "Gimme a chance, I'll show you bad," Reece growled playfully.

  "Faith loves you unconditionally. That's all I need to know."

  "And that's all I need to survive. Let's get going. They're probably worried about us."

  * * *

  * * *

  It was a good thing that Reece called home to see if the girls wanted anything before she and Quinn headed back. Learning of the shopping trip, she had to go back into the florist and reschedule delivery for the evening. Guess that ibuprofen finally kicked in, she thought with a smile. Too bad I gave Barry the day off, they have to cab it now, she thought with a small scowl. Looking over to her girlfriend's father sitting patiently on the motorcycle, she closed her eyes and sighed. What am I going to do with him all day? I suppose I could take him instead of Faith... She appeared deep in thought for a short while. Nah, I don't think I can handle that. It's too 'Father-In-Law' for me. "So, where to, Pops?" she slapped Quinn on the back and he fell forward on the bike seat.

  "Pops? No, I don't like it. Think of something else," he shook his helmeted head back and forth.

  Reece climbed on the bike. "Suit yourself, you're with me today."

  "What did you have planned for today before we showed up? Sorry about that, anyway -- it wasn't my idea."

  "No worries and you don't want to know what I had planned for today. Trust me," she threw a shit-eating grin over her shoulder causing Quinn to clear his throat.

  "Marsha was thrilled that Faith had the day off," he shrugged. "I told her she didn't want to come barging in on Faith's first day off, I figured you'd have... plans," he blushed a little as he said it.

  "Yeah, well..." Reece
nodded and turned on the bike. "Any place special, Pops?" she shouted over the engine.

  "Lead the way, Theresa," he snickered.

  Reece bowed her head slightly and chuckled. I deserved that. "Okay, hang on, old man, we're going for a ride," she yelled and peeled away from the curb.

  Quinn grabbed fistfuls of leather jacket and held on tightly. Old man...I think I prefer 'Pops'...

  * * *

  It wasn't even noon before Marsha, Cori and Faith arrived at the shopping Mecca of New York City. They left the cab in a flurry of excitement and started to scatter in three directions.

  "Hey! Wait a sec. Let's go together so we don't get lost," Cori suggested.

  "I'm a big girl, Cor, I can shop all by myself."

  "Humor me, Faith. You don't realize how high profile you became with that little stunt at the studio. Reece would absolutely slaughter me if anything happened to you."

  "You know, she's right, dear. All the queer people know your face."

  "And, that's a bad thing because..."

  "Faith, the gay chicks want you and the homophobes despise you. Either way, that spells trouble. Please?" she pouted.

  Faith turned to her mother for support, but Marsha was pouting just the same. "Oh, all right!" she threw up her hand. "Fine, we'll go together."

  "Goodie!" Marsha clapped her hands like an excited child. "Can we go to Niketown?"

  Faith stopped walking and eyed her mom. "I was expecting Bergdorf's, but, sure, I can do Niketown."

  "Fine, your father needs new sneakers and I really want to try one of those sports bras..." she thought for a moment, "oh, and those shorts that Theresa wears; they look so slimming."

  "Lycra, Mrs. A? I don't know about that," Cori said skeptically. "It'll look like you have a watermelon in the back of your drawers." Cori raised an eyebrow at Faith, who looked ill, apparently picturing her mother in said garment.

  "Mom, do we have to be there when you try it on?"

  "Of course! How else will I know how it looks?"

  A sports bra mom? I don't know about this..."

  "You're pretty ample there, Mrs. A. I'm thinking it will look like you have one giant boob in the middle of your chest."

  "Thank you, Cori -- Queen of Vivid Imagery," Faith grimaced.

  * * *