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Keeping Faith, Part 12
Cori pushed Violet down onto the bed and crawled between her open legs. "Spread 'em for me woman, I'm hungry."
Violet threw her legs over her lover's shoulders and begged. "Please baby, I'm so ready."
Just as Cori licked her lips, the phone began to ring. "You have got to be kidding me!"
Violet grabbed her girlfriend's bright pink hair and pulled her head down "You better ignore it." She warned.
Cori stuck her tongue out and took a long lick. "Mmmm?"
Just then Faith's voice screamed through the room. "I did it! I did it! They're using my changes!"
Cori sat up, excited about the news.
"Get back down there Cori." Violet begged.
"Stop having sex and pick up the phone or I'm going to start singing."
Violet ran for the phone. "Hello! Please, don't start singing."
Faith laughed. "What took you so long?"
"We really were having sex you know."
"I feel for you." Faith snickered.
Cori grabbed the phone away, "So they really are gonna use your changes? How fucking cool is that?"
"I know!" Faith gushed. "I feel so relieved, and proud!"
Violet leaned towards the phone. "What did Reece say?"
"She doesn't know, she's at the gym, I can't wait to tell her! She'll be so happy."
Cori frowned. "I dunno Faith. You're still tits to the wind, I can't see her doing a happy dance."
"Look, she has to accept it. She may not like it at all, but at least she's going to try. Thanks for talking to her last night by the way. You really helped."
Cori nodded in acknowledgement. "Yeah, well, it's the least I can do. She still has issues, no matter what she says to you."
"I know, but she's going to deal with it her own way. Soon enough she'll be better with it. We had a talk this morning and she said as long as I don't tell her what's going on she'll deal better."
Cori snorted. "Oh, and it'll be better for it to slap her in the face during the premiere? I don't think so."
Faith paused. "Shit."
"Yeah, a big stinking shit."
Reece headed for the showers and was stopped in her tracks by the gym owner. Rolling her eyes, she put a hand on her hip and waited.
"Hi, we talked a while back, remember?"
Reece nodded and looked bored.
"You know, the offer still stands to work here. I've been watching you, as have a lot of other people and I'm sure you'd never want for clients."
Reece glanced around at the gym. Yes, there were numerous admirers, most women. Her eyes narrowed and she didn't know why. "Okay, talk to me." She said, folding her arms over her chest. "What kind of deal can we make?"
Faith, the dog in her lap, clad in Reece's tank top from the night before, leaned back in the kitchen chair with her coffee. Smiling, she absently pet Smudge. She was feeling rather smug about getting her way. Nothing could change her mood.
Except what was waiting on the doorstep outside.
The actress frowned at the sound of the doorbell, and yelled her way towards the door. "Baby, you have to stop forgetting your keys!" Opening the door, she stepped back in horror.
Reece shook hands with the gym owner and with a smug smile gathered her things and left, forgoing the shower.
Not bad, she thought as she walked out. I pick up my own clients, it's my money. He gets me a client he gets a cut. A small cut, and I get free use of the gym. Gotta wear the stupid shirt, but there could be worse things.
The club owner felt a little pang of discomfort with what she just did, but blew it off. Faith's gonna be busy with the movie, and I'm not just gonna sit there and do nothing. I need a hobby too. I can't tell the clients what to wear, I mean they have to wear little so I can see the muscles at work. It's not like they're naked. She rationalized her actions. Barely.
Faith watched as her mother dragged in bags. She eyed the luggage with disdain. "Mom, how long are you here for?"
Mrs. Ashford, Marsha, made a face. "No, hello? No hug?" She held out her arms and waited.
Faith walked into them and sighed. There was really nothing she could do. "Sorry. I'm happy you're here." Yeah, right.
"Now that's better." Marsha walked into the living room on her way to the guest room and stopped at the coffee table. Reaching for the script she lit up excitedly. "OOoo, what's this?"
Faith grabbed the script back. "Nothing, mom, nothing. Go get settled."
Mrs. Ashford gave her daughter a sideways glance. "Alright." She said, looking over her shoulder at the script as she dragged her bag into the guest room.
Faith threw herself into the couch and mimed a fit.
When Reece walked in, she saw her wife lying on the couch, kicking and screaming silently, hugging the script. "And you're doing that because?"
Faith jumped up and settled herself. "Reece, we have to talk."
"Yeah, but me first," Reece said, standing in front of the couch.
Reece silenced Faith with a finger. "I took that job at the gym." She declared.
Faith looked incredulous. "You what?"
"I took the trainer's job. I start tomorrow."
Faith gritted her teeth. "You spiteful little?ARGH! Reece, we can't talk about this now, but we will. Oh, we will."
"What's wrong with a hobby?"
"Hobby?" Faith's eyes almost turned red. In a hushed voice she spoke through her teeth. "What were you thinking? We have a visitor right now, so you are really lucky. I could kill you."
"Visitor?" Reece looked towards the guest room. "Who the hell?."
"THERESA? IS THAT YOU?"
Reece paled. "Oh no. No, no, no, no. Not your mother!"
"You tell her to leave." Faith growled.
"It is you! Come here and give your mother-in-law a hug!"
Reece visibly shrunk and shuffled over for a hug. "Hi, Mrs. A. What brings you here?"
"Oh, Theresa, you could use a shower, dear."
"She just got back from the gym. She likes the gym." Faith mentioned.
"My, you're so tense! Is everything alright?" The older woman stepped back and gave Reece the once over. "You look ? well? so big. Do you really think you need to go to the gym so much? "
"Yeah, mom, she's a certified gym rat. And I mean rat." Faith narrowed her eyes at her wife.
Reece narrowed hers back.
Mrs. Ashford looked between the both and raised an eyebrow. "What is going on here?"
Just then the door bell rang, earning another narrow eyed glare from Reece. Faith opened the door and jumped back.
"CONGRATULATIONS!" Then they started to sing. "For she's a jolly good actress, for she's a jolly good actress, for she's a jolly good actressssssssss ?."
Faith made a frightened face as her mother came to the door. "Mom! You remember Cori and Violet?"
Cori immediately thrust a box behind her back and Violet let go of the balloons she was holding. Reece watched as they floated to the high ceiling and stayed there.
"What's going on? Why are we celebrating?" Marsha asked in excitement.
"Nothing!" Faith blurted.
Cori walked sideways into the kitchen, passing the box to Reece who frowned and opened it. Her eyes widened as a dozen cookies shaped like breasts one nipple pierced stared back at her. She slammed the box shut just as everybody filed into the kitchen. Putting the box on top of the fridge she gave Cori an annoyed stare. "We'll just keep them here for now."
Faith shot her wife a questionable look and Reece shook her head.
"Girls, I demand to know what is going on." Marsha said, hands on hips.
"Well, you see, I am making a movie." Faith started.
"Oh that's wonderful!"
"Ma, wait, it's a lesbian movie." Faith paused waiting for a reaction.
Marsha cocked her head. "Yes?."
"See, there's some content, some uh," Faith looked at everyone in the room for help, no one offered.
"What kind of content, dear?"
Marsha's eyes widened. "Oh. I see." She sat down on a kitchen chair and sucked her lips into her mouth.
The room was dead silent.
Faith sat down across from her mother. "Mom, it's okay, really. It's not porn. It's integral to the story?"
"Yes, I can see where sex is integral to a story." Marsha said sarcastically.
"Mrs. A, If I may," Cori started, "Faith thought long and hard about this and believe me, it was a big issue. She wouldn't do anything embarrassing to you."
"Are you nude?"
Faith swallowed. "A little."
Mrs. Ashford sat in thought. Turning to Reece she looked inquisitively.
Reece threw her hands up and shrugged. "Hey, I didn't write it, I have to deal with it too."
Finding an ally, Marsha nodded at Reece. "I see. And you're alright with this."
"Actually?" Reece began.
Faith cut her off. "Yes, we had a long talk and she's okay with it."
Reece curled her lip. "Yeah, sure."
Marsha wasn't buying it. She'd have to talk to Reece alone.
After Cori and Violet left, and Mrs. Ashford getting unpacked, Faith and Reece sat at opposite sides of their bed and glared.
"I can't believe you took that job! What are you trying to prove?" Faith asked angrily.
"Me? I'm just making a little money." Reece replied innocently.
"Oh, suddenly you're wanting for money?"
Reece stood up. "No, but maybe I want some extra to buy you a present."
Faith stood too. "Bullshit! You're being spiteful. Don't give me that shit."
Reece stood silently. Was she? She had to be. She had no interest in making more money. Not ready to admit it, she stayed quiet.
The bed between them they just looked at each other. It was uncomfortable and Reece didn't know how to handle it.
Faith watched in frustration as Reece began gathering clothes. "Where are you going?"
"You heard your mother, I stink. I need a shower."
"We're not done yet!"
"I gotta go."
Faith growled and threw herself on the bed. Angry at Reece, she threw her wife's pillows on the floor and stared at them. "Stupid! You're being stupid!" she yelled into the bathroom. Reece closed the door and turned on the shower. Faith sighed and rolled over. Her mother was downstairs, no sense in screaming.
Reece let the hot water run over her head. She stood there a long time, not moving, just letting the water run over her ears, her eyes, blocking out sound, blocking out sight. She wanted to stay like that forever, the water drowning out reality. She bent her head, breathing through her mouth, she reached out and leaned both hands on the wall in front of her; her head hung lower. Spite. It was spite. Faith was right. Why else would she set herself up to work with half naked women, she had to touch. After the tirade Faith threw at first mention of the job prospect, it was clear as day she didn't want Reece to do it. Why? Reece felt like an ass. Again. Why do I keep doing this? I don't want to fight with Faith. I don't like how it feels when she's really mad at me. And she is mad. Fuck.
Faith opened the bathroom door silently and looked in. Reece's posture told the story of her thoughts. She knows she's wrong. Maybe she didn't realize it when she did it, or she wouldn't look so? defeated. Faith silently left the room and went back to the bed. She sat there and thought about her wife and how she reacts to things. Reece was acting out, she always acts out. Would it be so bad to let her do this training? Reece would never do anything to lose Faith's trust. That was a given. It would also allow Reece the opportunity to feel a sense of satisfaction for herself if she's letting Faith do her thing. Maybe Faith can accept that if she's going to be simulating actual sex with Alicia Alvarez, Reece can train a few women. Fair is fair after all. Isn't it?
When Reece finally emerged from her shower she looked sad. She was surprised to see Faith sitting on the bed. "You're still here?"
Faith smiled. "Come here, sit down."
Reece complied. "Faith, listen, I'm being stupid. I probably did do this out of spite. I don't have to do it. I can call?"
Faith shushed her wife. "No need, baby. You do this. I think you need it. Besides, I'll be gone all the time and you're right. A hobby is a hobby."
Reece's jaw dropped. "What just happened when I was in the shower? You were so mad?"
"I thought some." Faith climbed onto her wife's lap and faced her." I trust you. I was also being selfish. If I'm going to be doing that thing we can't talk about, then why can't you earn a few dollars and get me a present." Faith kissed Reece's nose.
Reece pulled a face. "What's going on?"
Faith laughed softly. "I don't want to fight. Not with you. Not over this."
Reece's face was the picture of relief. "Me neither. I don't want to fight with you."
"The next little while is going to be so stressful for both of us, with me gone more than not, and making the movie. You're going to be home obsessing over it. It's going to be hard on us. We need to do things together, not against each other."
Reece's heart burst. "You just said what I was thinking. Are you sure you want me to work at the gym? I don't have to."
"It's fine." Faith kissed Reece's lips. "I have trust and you won't hurt me."
"I try." Reece grinned and looked down. "I can see your tits."
Faith looked down too. "I should put on clothes now that mom's here. Your shirt doesn't cut it."
Reece wrapped her arm tightly around Faith. "Or you can take that off and we can have make-up sex."
Faith leaned in for a kiss that lasted a long time. She hummed in delight, pressing her body against Reece, letting her weight lean into her. "Tempting, but mom is here."
"I'll be quiet." Reece countered, kissing Faith again, sensuously, convincingly. She held her wife's bottom lip in her teeth and growled playfully.
Faith melted. Groaning, she pushed Reece down onto the bed and resumed the kiss, hard and hot. She felt her libido rising fast. "Mmm, we have to stop. God."
Reece smirked. "To be continued?"
"Oh, you bet your ass." Faith replied, swatting said body part as she got off of her wife. "I need to shower too. Keep mom busy?"
"Thanks a lot." Reece said with a frown.
"I love you baby."
Reece pursed her lips and started to get dressed.
When Faith finished her shower she came downstairs to find Reece sitting on the couch with Smudge. "I suggest you go look in on mom." She pointed to the kitchen.
Faith, curious, went to do just that. Her eyes bugged out of her head. "Mother! Where did you get that?"
Marsha looked down at her cookie and took a sip of tea. "I was in the mood for a sweet and found these. You know, they're quite good with a cup of tea."
Faith watched as her mother brought the breast shaped cookie with the pierced nipple to her mouth and cringed. "This is wrong on so many levels."
Reece laughed from the living room. "She likes them Faith."
"Shut up you."
Reece appeared in the kitchen and opened the box of cookies. She took one out and licked it. "Mmm, sweet."
Faith walked out of the kitchen in a huff, as Reece and Marsha laughed.
Reece bit into the cookie and chewed. "You're right, not bad at all."
Mrs. Ashford got up to top off her tea. "Would you like some dear?"
Reece stood, "No, thanks, I have coffee on."
"Sit, I'll make it for you."
Reece sat. "Thank you."
"So, Theresa, what's really going on with you?"
"What do you mean?"
Mrs. Ashford gave Reece the coffee. "With this movie thing."
Reece sighed. "Faith is an actress, she has a right to do whatever she wants in a movie. I am simply here for support."
"Bullshit. That sounds rehearsed. I know you, young lady."
Reece raised both eyebrows at the older woman's outburst. "Mrs. A, it's not going to be easy for me, but I have to accept it. We fight if I don't."
"A little fight never killed anyone."
Reece slumped in her chair. "I don't want to fight any more. I can't tell her not to. It's her decision."
Mrs. Ashford sighed. "I suppose. She'll only resent you if you force her not to." She sipped her tea and thought. "But sex, on the big screen?. How will I survive that?"
"Tell me about it." Reece agreed.
"My husband will have a stroke. I can't tell him this. He'll just die on the spot."
"No, Theresa, what will I do?"
Reece shrugged. "I have no idea. Let Faith tell him."
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