Reece's Faith, Part 22
For Disclaimers please see Part 1
Mrs. Ashford sipped her tea and smiled at her daughter.
"So you see, dear, it's high time that I left. That man had it coming. Who does he think I am?"
"Mother, you've been putting up with him for years. What possessed you...I mean why all of a sudden? You know this is how he is." Faith stopped pacing the kitchen and sat down across from her mother.
"Faith, sweetie, those marks on your neck aren't the least bit ladylike."
Green eyes closed, and Faith dropped her head down to her chest in exasperation.
"I raised you to be a proper dainty woman." There was a faint snort from the other room after the word dainty. The actress narrowed her eyes in that direction.
"Theresa dear? Why don't you come in here and join us?" Marsha called into the living room.
The actress craned her neck around the doorway and glared at her pouting lover. There is no way she's getting out of this one.
"Excuse me, Mom."
Reece was sitting on the couch with her knees drawn up to her chin, her arms wrapped around her legs. She looked up at Faith's scowl and winced.
"I just know you're sitting here thinking of brilliant ways to get her out of this house, and not just pouting like a child who dropped her ice cream cone, because let me tell you, Reece Corbett, there will be no more ice cream for you..."
"No buts...I've been listening to that woman for nearly a half hour. Get your ass off that couch and get in that kitchen with me. Pronto."
The club owner frowned at the way her lover was tapping her foot and pointing towards the kitchen. It reminded her of the nun who caught her in the basement of the church writing cuss words on the wafers.
"Is everything alright in there, dear?"
"Yes, Mom, Reece was just telling me how she wishes you'd stay for dinner."
The club owner's mouth hung open in shock.
"Up. Kitchen. Now." Faith continued to point.
"Yes, dear," she said sarcastically.
The tall woman jumped as she received a smack to the back of the head.
"Don't try my patience, Reece."
"Damn! What the hell?" The club owner stared at her lover in disbelief.
"Well, Mom, I'm going up to shower, Reece will keep you company." She pushed the tall woman into the chair and kissed her on the head, then exited the room.
"You know, I should be very angry with you, but I'm not. " Marsha sipped from her cup.
Reece resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Here we go.
"Faith apparently sees something in you, although I can't imagine what. All that matters to me now is my daughter's happiness. I made too many mistakes with my own life to find that for myself."
Mrs. Ashford paused to stare at Reece skeptically. The club owner fidgeted and willed herself not to flee.
"You... you seem to make her happy. At least she says so. Do you think you make her happy?"
"I guess so."
"You better know so. Don't fuck with my little girl."
Reece's eyes bugged out as she watched the older woman calmly sip her tea.
Oh great... she's protecting her young.
"Faith is a big girl, Mrs. Ashford. I may be assuming here, but if she wasn't happy, she wouldn't be here."
"While that's all well and good, my Faith has been raised in a house where happiness was overlooked for prestige and money. I don't know that she knows what happiness really is."
"Regardless of how you think she was raised, she is the most giving, caring, unjudgmental and loving person I have ever met." Blue eyes shone with honesty.
"I don't want her making the same mistakes I did. I don't want her sitting at her daughter's kitchen table talking to her lover, regretting anything." Marsha said sincerely.
"You know, ma'am, I do believe that your daughter is capable of making her own choices. I like to think she is happy. I admit that I have no idea what I'm doing, or how to do it, but whatever it is, it's making her happy."
"Do you love her?" The older woman questioned.
"Yes." Reece sat up straight and stuck out her chin.
"She adores you, you know. You seem to be the air that she breathes." Seeing the uncomfortable blush on the tall woman's face, Marsha knew the feeling was mutual. She changed the subject for Reece's benefit.
"So, you know what I can really go for?"
"Pizza. Not that crap they serve in Long Island. I want real honest to god New York City pizza."
"Cool, I'll go get some."
The brunette was dressed and out the door in a heartbeat.
"Mother? Where's Reece?"
"She went to get pizza." Marsha put down the book she was looking at and walked towards the video cabinet.
Whoops! Can't have her snooping in there... Faith cut her off at the coffee table and pulled her down on the couch.
"So, did she mention what pizza place she was going to? Was it in this state?"
"Don't be silly, dear, we hit it off wonderfully." Marsha patted her daughter on the arm and smiled.
"What did you do to her?"
"ME? I think I should be asking what she did to you?"
"She did nothing to me that I didn't want her to. Now, can we drop the subject and discuss why you're here?"
"Do you feel that twirly thing inside of your stomach when she looks at you?"
"Yeah, but why..."
"Does it feel like your sinuses clear when she kisses you?"
"Yeah, that too. But I don't see how this..."
"Faith, humor your mother. Do you feel lonely when she leaves the room?"
"Oh well." The older woman sighed. "This is it then, isn't it?"
"What are you talking about, Mom?"
"You are head over heels in love with that woman, aren't you?"
More like heels over head.. "Yeah, I am."
"So, are you going to get married? Can you do that?"
"Mom, why are you so interested in my relationship? Maybe you should be thinking about yours."
"I haven't felt that way about your father since I was 22."
"You married him when you were 23." Faith was confused.
"Yes, I did." Marsha answered sadly.
Mother and daughter sat in silence. One woman thinking of how incredibly lucky she was, the other wishing she was 22 again.
"Pizza's here!" Reece yelled from the doorway.
Faith ran to the door and took the boxes away from her lover. Then she backed her into the kitchen for a strangling hug.
"Hey, Faith? Is everything ok?" Reece grew concerned when she got no answer. She stooped down and wrapped her arms around Faith and lifted her up onto her lap. Faith latched into her lips like she was gone for days.
"Your mother! Faith!" She was kissed again. "What's the matter? Honey?"
"I just love you so much."
"I love you too, babe. What happened?"
Green eyes looked adoringly into blue. "I'm so lucky to have found you. That's all."
Oh, is that all? Reece thought with confusion and stood to watch her lover go picking through the boxes of food.
"Ooo, I'm starved, let's eat!"
Marsha didn't miss the exchange between the two women and approached Reece carefuly.
"I hope you feel just as lucky."
"I do ma'am, I really do." The club owner offered up an honest smile and the older woman breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's in the bag?" Mrs. Ashford wondered.
"Oh, um.. nothing. A few of those horrible trashy magazines. You know the ones...gonna bring them to work.. " With the greeting she received, Reece forgot all about the tabloids.
"Oh?" Marsha eyed the tall nervous woman curiously.
"Heh.. better hurry before she eats all the pizza."
Reece was sitting on the couch flipping through the channels. Faith lay dozing with her head on her lover's lap, and Marsha was snoring from the recliner. The club owner looked down at Faith's face and smiled. She began tracing her features with eyes, then with her index finger. When she reached her lover's lips, they moved and caressed her fingertip so softly it tickled and Reece pulled her hand away.
"Mmm, lets go up to bed, Reece." Faith mumbled sleepily.
"What about your mom? Wouldn't she want to go to bed too?"
Reece tickled Faith on her ribs and grinned when her lover squeaked.
"Stop that, you'll wake mother." The actress scolded.
"Well? Should we leave her there?"
"Yeah, just leave her, she was exhausted anyway. She should be up to make her bathroom trip in about an hour or so." Faith stretched and then burrowed down into Reece's lap. "She can find her way to the guest room then. Leave the light on for her."
"I'd have to get up from the couch to do that, babe. Come on.." Reece shook her legs trying to assist her lover.
Faith whined. "I don't want to move."
"Fine then. Let's go, sleepyhead." Reece flicked off the TV, lifted Faith up off of her lap, and carried her up to the bedroom. The actress cuddled up to her lover and smiled contentedly.
"My big strong baby."
"Your only baby."
Reece had been awake for a while, listening to the sounds of Marsha puttering around the kitchen.
Faith was still fast asleep, flopped across Reece's body, her hand wrapped around her neck.
The club owner was enjoying the feeling thoroughly and was perfectly happy to lie there until Faith woke up. Unfortunately, the smells of breakfast that were wafting into the room were making her mouth water. In another minute, her stomach was going to alert Faith that it was time to get up.
"Faith.." she whispered.
No answer. Not even a twitch. Reece tickled the back of her neck lightly, and Faith stirred.
"Baby, your mom made food. Come on.." She ran her fingers down Faith's back. The smaller body shivered and Reece felt the nipples harden against her body.
OK, that wasn't the effect I was looking for.
"Mmm. Morning, sexy." Faith stretched and turned onto her back, kicking the blanket to the bottom of the bed. When she turned back to snuggle, Reece was laying there naked with her eyebrow raised in a question.
"What?" the smaller woman asked.
"You wanna put those away? Your mom is downstairs."
Faith followed Reece's eyes to her nipples and raised her own eyebrow. "Would you have any idea how they got that way?"
"Yes." The club owner smirked.
"Then it's all your fault they're teasing you isn't it?" She cupped her breasts and arched her back with a smirk.
"Oh, so you wanna play dirty?" Reece grabbed for Faith's leg but she got away and ran into the bathroom.
"I let you get away, you know."
"Sure you did."
"Mom, this is wonderful!" Faith dug into her omelet.
"Thank you, dear. Theresa, is that all you're going to eat?" Marsha was disappointed that the tall woman only ate toast.
"Reece, it's Reece. Yes, thank you, I have to get going."
"She overslept. Reece is usually just getting back from the gym at this time." Faith replied around a mouthful of hash browns.
"Yeah." The club owner agreed, and started to get up. "Save me a plate, ok?"
"Baby, do you have to go today? You can miss a day, please?"
Oh no, not the lip..
"Yes, why don't you spend the day with us? We were going shopping." Marsha added.
"For me?" Faith put on her best puppy dog face.
"Oh alright." The club owner frowned.
"Good!" Marsha rose excitedly and began making Reece a plate.
"Thank you sweetheart. I'll make it up to you later." Faith whispered.
The actress licked her lips and Reece melted to the chair.
"I'm holding you to that one." Reece whispered back.
"Here dear... eat." Mrs. Ashford patted the club owner on the arm and her eyes widened. "She sure is a strong one, isn't she, Faith?" Marsha felt around Reece's bicep.
The actress noticed that Reece was trying very hard not to swat at her mother and snickered. She saw the woman's point, though; Faith often found herself awed at her lover's muscles too. The actress was enjoying the look on Reece's face. She's had worse.
After all, Reece did grope Mother. She snickered.
"You should feel her back, mom."
Reece dropped her fork and stared at Faith in disbelief. The actress winked when her mom touched her lover's back. Blue eyes narrowed with a promise of revenge.
"But her quads.. now there's a work of art." Faith kneaded said muscles.
"Goodness! I didn't know you liked them so ... gruff?
GRUFF?! Reece's eyebrows shot up.
"Butch would be more appropriate, Mom."
Reece cleared her throat. Faith grinned.
"If you don't mind, I feel like Charmin."
Faith kissed her lover sweetly and smiled.
"C'mon, Mom, lets leave her to eat in peace. She gets cranky when she's hungry."
Oh, she will soo pay for this. Reece ate her breakfast with an evil grin.
The club owner sighed with relief as she flung herself onto her bed. She felt exhausted and edgy after enduring an Ashford shopping spree. The only thing that kept her going was her plan to get back at Faith for the whole groping thing at breakfast.
Reaching under the bed, she pulled out the bag with all the newspapers in it. Smiling evilly, she sifted through them, picked out a few, and snuck downstairs.
Hearing the two women chattering in the guest room, Reece slipped into the living room and neatly arranged the tabloids on the coffee table. Then she snuck back towards the stairs and made a noisy descent.
"Baby? Come in here, I want to show you something." Faith called out from the room.
"Yeah?" The club owner stopped in her tracks and stood in the doorway in shock. God, she's breathtaking!
"Well? What do you think?" Faith twirled around, modeling this slinky black cocktail dress for her lover.
"I told you, it's stunning, dear." Marsha replied. "I still can't believe you didn't have at least one little black dress. Every woman should have one."
"Reece?" Faith felt weak in the knees when she saw the way her lover was looking at her.
"Oh, it's great. It looks great." She managed to answer.
"By the look in her eyes, honey, I'd say it's a keeper." The older woman teased. "She seems er, hungry."
Reece blushed. This woman was too much. Is everyone's mother this unusual?
"Mom!" Faith scolded.
"What? I'd be willing to bet that if I wasn't here that dress would be long gone."
"She's right, you know." Reece replied before making a hasty exit.
Let them chew on that..
The club owner finished the payroll and wondered why she hadn't gotten a call from home yet.
I'm sure they found those rags by now.
She pulled out the rest of them and stared at the pictures of her lover that all of America was seeing. Carefully cutting out the images, she began placing them on her office walls. She was surprised that she didn't want to kill the person responsible for exposing Faith's attributes to the nation. Instead, she was feeling a mite prideful that all of it belonged to her.
Still.. I have to at least act pissed.
Reece decided that she would make whoever it was slightly miserable.
Sandy and Faith are positive it's Charles. I think it's Michele. Something about that girl..
"Hey boss? Can I come in?"
"Yeah Cor. Hey, did you see?"
Taking a look around, the dancer folded her arms across her chest and shook her head. "You know, I don't think she's going to be pleased with this."
"What? I like them. I think she's hot."
"Yeah but now so does half of the country."
"Half? What's wrong with the other half?"
"You can't be serious." Cori was shocked at Reece's attitude.
"Yes, I am." The tall woman sat down, satisfied with the new decorations.
"OK, so you're not going to break somebody's legs?"
"Oh, I didn't say that, I just didn't understand why only half of the country found Faith appealing."
"So you're going to hurt Charles? But what about Michele? I was very disappointed to find out she was behind this." Cori sat on Reece's desk facing her.
The club owner frowned. Why didn't Faith tell me if she knew who it was?
"Hey, earth to Reece."
"Yeah, I'm gonna take care of the both of them." I just don't know how.
"Why'd ya wait so long? It's going to be kinda hard since they were fired."
FIRED?! What the...
"Cori, I have things to do, if you'll excuse me."
"Sure bosslady, I was thinking of coming over and taking Mom Ashford off your hands tomorrow."
"Yeah, you're welcome." The dancer replied to the empty room.
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