DISCLAIMERS: in Part 1
Keeping Faith, Part 3
©2005 -Vertigo-
Faith stretched and yawned, testing her leg muscles after a night of intense usage. Feeling confident that she could walk, she swung her legs off of the bed. Smudge twitched his ears, yawed and stretched all his little legs before curling back up against Reece's head. The high pitched sound he created with his yawn caused Reece to stir. She peeked open an eye and saw Faith about to leave the bed.
"Ugh, mmm." she grunted, reaching out for her wife. The blonde was too far away so her arm fell heavily on the bed and she sighed.
Faith turned her head and smiled at the half open blue eye watching her. "Go back to sleep honey, you don't need to be up."
"You either." the club owner complained, patting the bed with her hand.
Unhappy with all the activity, Smudge kicked Reece in the head and harrumphed, licking his lips several times.
Faith scratched the small dog and shook her head. "You two belong together," she commented with a giggle and headed towards the bathroom.
Reece watched dejectedly as her wife's naked butt left the room. "Ain't she something?" she asked the dog, who's tail wagged a couple of times against her ear. After hearing the toilet flush and the water run, Reece waited impatiently for Faith to return. When that didn't happen she grumbled and tossed the covers off. She pouted at the empty bed, debating whether to go back to sleep or follow her wife. Eventually, she sat up, causing Smudge to slide off the pillow and land on the bed with a whine.
"Sorry, little man, I need to find Mommy." She pulled on a pair of boxers, and nothing else, and brought the dog with her.
Faith was standing at the kitchen sink filling up the coffee pot, her hair askew and her bare feet poking from the bottom of Reece's bathrobe. Reece grunted inaudibly and wrapped her arms the smaller woman. "Why aren't you in bed?" she managed to ask.
"I can't sleep, I'm too excited about the movie." She walked to the coffee maker, with Reece still wrapped around her. "Why are you so mushy this morning?"
Reece shrugged, knowing full well not to answer that question for fear of an argument. She knew with this movie coming up fast, Faith's time with her would be limited at best, and she didn't want to face it just yet. "Want me to let go?"
"No, as long as you don't mind me sitting on your lap."
"When have I ever minded that?" she asked with a chuckle. "Sooo, you're excited?"
"Yeah!" Faith spun around in Reece's arms and noticed she was topless. She grinned and kissed the bare shoulder in front of her. "This is my movie, Reece! I know the last one was sorta mine too, but this one is really mine! I star in it! Oh my god!"
Reece smiled and hugged Faith to her, blue eyes displayed worry as she spoke. "I know, I'm really proud of you, babe."
They stood like that for a while as the coffee brewed. Reece was excited too, but nervous. Faith was already highly recognized for the last movie and the show, Reece was worried about her being too well known. The papparazzi were already annoying, and soon they'd become a menace. She wasn't jealous, just apprehensive about what might happen to their lives. Faith was a great actress, and should be recognized for her talents, but this was going to stir controversy, big time; they won't get a moment's peace. Reece was already famous by association, and that didn't sit well with her now, she couldn't fathom what it would be like after this movie. Suddenly getting anxious, Reece shook her head, and tried to dislodge the negativity. This was very important and exciting for Faith, and she had some nerve feeling the way she did. She chastised herself and focused on her wife as she turned back around in her arms to pour coffee.
They eventually wound up sitting across from each other at the table, drinking their coffee, both lost in thought. Reece, back to her worrisome musings, Faith, deep in an entirely different train of thought.
"Why don't we pierce your nipple."
Reece's eyebrows shot up and she looked down at her bare chest. Her nipples began tightening in fright. "What?"
"Yeah." Faith stared appreciatively at Reece's left breast, "That one. I think it would look great, besides, I'd love to play with it."
Reece's eyebrows never lowered. "Faith, I'm not piercing my nipple." She covered her breast with her hand and winced.
"Why not? You think mine is so hot, well... I think on you it would be hot to." Faith opened the robe and exposed her pierced nipple. "Look." Reece did, and her lips curled into a sexy grin. "See? All you do is look at it and you get evil."
"Bring that over here." The tall woman said with a leer.
Faith straddled Reece's lap and narrowed her eyes playfully. "Hmph. Don't think I didn't notice the distraction. I still think we should."
The club owner palmed her lover's breasts with both hands and hummed happily.
"You just can't get enough." Faith teased, arching her back into the touch.
"Never. I always want you, now gimme those lips."
Just as their mouths touched, the phone rang. Reece growled as Faith jumped to answer it. "Let it ring for shit sake." she complained.
"Could be Mr. Wells!" The blonde grabbed the handset. "Hello?"
"Hey, you sexy piece of flesh. Are you still fucking?"
Faith giggled. "No, Cor, we were just going to make out."
"Well quit it, we're coming in."
With that the phone went dead and a key entered the front door.
"I'm topless." Reece called out half-heartedly.
"Reece! Go get a shirt on!" Faith ordered.
The brunette rolled her eyes, snatched Smudge up from the floor, and grumbled as she obeyed. She complained as she passed Cori and Violet, "Can't even walk around naked in my own damned house."
"Good to see you too." Violet replied sarcastically."
Faith hugged the piercer excitedly. "How was the convention? Did you do anything sick?"
Cori reached over and yanked down the top of Violet's shirt, exposing her boob. "Have a gander at that!"
Faith's eyes went wide. "Wow!" Violet had criss-crossing barbells in her nipple. "How the hell do you get both in there?"
"Carefully." Violet replied with a wink.
Reece returned just in time to witness this. "What the fuck? I have to go get a goddamned shirt on and she's got her shit hanging out?"
"Calm you drawers Conan, it was a wardrobe malfunction." Cori said putting Violet's shirt back up.
"Yeah, I wasn't so thrilled to know my woman whipped her tit out in front of the whole convention, but it is cool."
"Please, Cor, there were ball sacks as far as the eye could see."
All four women made horrified faces.
"Ew! Vi!" Faith said through a scrunched face. "I prefer my ball sacks of the latex variety."
"Less hair that way." Cori agreed.
"Very pleasant morning talk." Reece said with a disgusted expression. Smudge struggled in her arm to get to Faith, so she handed him over, grabbed her coffee mug and headed for the living room.
"Ooo, she's cranky today! Didn't you give her any?"
Faith sighed. "Plenty. She's been brooding a lot lately and I don't know why. She thinks I don't notice, but I do."
"You think it has something to do with the movie?" Cori asked in concern. If Reece was holding something in, it was bound to come out some time, and in a big way.
"I'm not sure." Faith said with thought. "Anyway, I'll talk to her about it later.
"Speaking of the movie..." Violet grinned from ear to ear. "Congratulations are an order! My little Faith, I knew you when." She said, carefully hugging Faith, so not to squash the small dog. "What are we doing to celebrate?"
"Sorry, Charlie, we already celebrated last night." Reece said, poking her head into the kitchen.
"Ha, you're so funny." Cori pretended to laugh. "What's say we go out and do something freaky!"
"Cor, just you waking up is freaky." Reece commented.
Violet threw a napkin at the club owner. "Butt out Legs, you already celebrated." She said sticking out her tongue.
"Come on, go get dressed. Today's on me!" Violet said, pushing Faith toward the stairs.
With their women disappearing upstairs, Reece and Cori were left alone. Cori stared at Reece inquisitively, following her wherever she went, until the tall woman couldn't stand it any more.
"What the fuck is your problem?" she asked in irritation.
Cori laughed, totally expecting the outburst. "I was just gonna ask you that? What's with the face? It's way unattractive."
"What are you writing a book?" Reece replied, picking up the tiny dog and plopping down into the sofa.
Undeterred, the dancer followed. "Maybe. I think I'll call it 'Stupid Reece and Her Ugly Face.'" Cori sat cross legged on the coffee table and watched in amusement as her friend ignored her. Reece had diverted all her attention to Smudge as she pet him and pretended to clean his eyes. Cori rolled her eyes as the club owner peeked in is ear.
"Make yourself useful and get me a Q-tip."
The dancer blew out a breath and disappeared to the guest bathroom right next to the living room. On her way out, she could hear Reece talking to the dog.
"At least I know you won't be spending all your time making a movie, you'll be right here where you should be. Look at that ear, its got all sorts of crap in it, Cor? You coming or what?"
Cori sighed heavily. She knew what Reece's problem was now, but there was no solution to it. Faith was making this movie, and that came with a lot of extra shit for Reece to deal with, and Reece doesn't deal well with shit. Cori sighed again, realizing what Reece will be going through and how difficult she'd become. Justifiably difficult. She smiled weakly at how Reece was keeping it to herself, and not making Faith feel guilty, but still was upset because she wasn't going to be able to make her friend feel better. When the dancer finally turned the corner into the living room, she laughed out loud at the various ear products Reece had laid out in a row on the coffee table.
"It's about time, what did you do, take a shit while you were in there?"
"Yeah, and I didn't even spray. Here Miss Impatient." she handed over a bunch of Q-tips and sat down to watch her large, muscular, intimidating friend, delicately clean the tiny dog's ears. She smiled at the image, and decided to file it away for recall in the near future when Reece was being unbearable.
"Oh, Little Man, this is not good, you have a sick ear." Reece said with worry.
"Thelma and Louise came down with ear mites from the neighbor's cat. Maybe he has them too?"
Reece looked horrified. "He does NOT have bugs in his ears!"
Cori chuckled. "They're miniscule Reece, and he can get them."
"YOU must have brought your dogs' bugs to him. Oh man, now he has to go to the vet! I hate going to the vet! They stick a thermometer the size of a baseball bat up his ass!"
The dancer shook her head in amusement. For someone who generated a whole lot of carnage in her life, Reece was incredibly squeamish when it came to her dog. "I'll take him if you want."
"No way, you gave him ear bugs in the first place. I'll take him. I'll take him as soon as Faith and Vi leave for their day of freakishness."
"At least let me come with you. I'll be bored." Cori begged with a lower lip pout.
Reece thought for a second. "Okay, you can come with. At least I'll know what you're up to."
Faith and Violet were well on their way to shop, leaving Reece and Cori to venture to the Vet. There was an argument when Reece insisted they use the car and driver Reece had hired for Faith, but the two women were against it, they wanted to walk. Reece had a loud fit about Faith wandering the streets of New York unattended, but Violet, Faith and Cori drove her insane with what Reece called their "chicken cackling" until she gave up. Now she was crankier than before, worrying about Faith's well being on top of everything else. Finally getting in touch with the Vet, the tall scowling woman walked out the front door.
Cori jumped up from the couch. "Reece! Wait up!"
"You snooze, you lose, get a move on."
Cori jogged out the door to keep up with Reece's long strides. "Jeez, it's not like he has rabies or anything, it's probably just dirt. And I thought Faith told you not to put that monstrous collar on him."
"He doesn't have dirt in his ears. I clean them you know." Reece replied defensively, shining Smudge's spiked collar with her shirt. "He likes his collar thank you very much."
Cori laughed out loud and received a menacing look. "Hey, I happen to think it's cute how you obsess over that little eunich."
"Little man thank you. Just because Faith and her sadistic needs, had to chop his balls off he's still a man."
"You know, I saw on Tv where they have prosthetic testicles for dogs. You can get him Great Dane balls, this way between that collar and his balls, he'll be totally unable to walk. "
Reece turned and growled at the dancer, as they headed through the Vet's door.
The club owner walked to the front desk and announced her presence to the receptionist, who winced. She remembered full well the neurotic standing before her from when the small dog was neutered. She hurried to get the chart to avoid any confrontations with the tall brunette.
"Just have a seat the doctor will be right with you."
"I'm not waiting forever." Reece complained before her ass even hit a chair.
"God Reece, you're one of those clients who drive people to drink." Cori observed, lingering by the brochures.
"Bite me."
The doctor's assistant appeared. "Goliath, Goliath Corbett."
Cori's eyes widened. "Goliath??"
"Shut it." Reece stood up and followed the assistant.
Cori sat in the waiting room, laughing herself stupid. "Wait til Faith hears that one!" Suddenly she was being dragged into an exam room by her ear and she raised an eyebrow at Reece.
"I don't trust you out there."
"You sure you want me to see you swoon when they take his temperature?"
Reece stood tall. "I do not swoon?
Reece stomped out of the Vet's office with a big fat scowl, followed by Cori with a smug grin. She didn't dare speak to Reece yet, the club owner needed to some time to calm down after what happened in the Vet. Turns out, Smudge, aka, "Goliath" had an ear infection and when the doctor suggested a deep cleaning, with sedation, Reece had a fit, snatching her dog off the table and attempting to flee. Cori finally convinced her to allow it, talking to her until the tall woman understood that this was going to make him better. Unable to hand him over, there was a tug-o-war of sorts over the tiny dog, with the doctor winning. Reece stood, menacing, eyes narrowed, arms folded over her chest to emphasize her muscles... daring the doctor to hurt the dog. He filled the syringe, stuck the dog with it and Reece's knees promptly buckled.
Now, Cori was dealing with a horrified Reece, grasping her sleepy dog and racing through the streets with long strides to run away from her. The dancer was getting tired.
"Reece, please, I won't tell anyone I swear! Just slow down will ya?"
"Oh, you know better , besides, I think it was a sudden sprain." Reece said, red faced, reaching down to rub her knee.
Cori snickered, "Yeah, that's what it was."