Private Dancer (27 page)

        
"Why is that so funny to everyone?"

        
"Never mind. Thanks, Sarge." They both kissed her on the cheek and took off to the dressing room.

        
Sam just shook her head. "Women."

        
Cori left Faith to play catch up with the other girls in the dressing room. She had other plans. She peeked her head in the office and saw an incredible thing. Reece had her feet up on the desk and her clothes were still in the same condition. She hadn't even removed her jacket. The boss was swiveling slightly back and forth in her chair, lost in thought, absently twirling a pen. She ducked back out and stood there for a minute, her face a cross between shock and disbelief.
What is going on here? She's relaxed? Calm?
She peeked back in and saw a smirk, blue eyes twinkling. She walked towards the dressing room, slightly dazed.
Sarge said she got here seconds before us, there was no time for her to...but she's...well now, this is new.

        
Faith practically poked her in the eye trying to get her attention. "Cori!"

        
"Oh wow, sorry, babe. Deep in thought."

        
"Apparently. Where'd you go?"

        
"To check up on Reece."

        
"And...?" The blonde coaxed.

        
"I don't know."

        
"What do you mean you don't know. She's here, isn't she?" Cori nodded. "She's not, you know, she doesn't have somebody…."

        
"No! No, not that at all, it's just...." At a loss for words, she shrugged. "Go ahead, go talk to her."

        
Faith looked skeptically at her friend, who looked a little unsure herself. "Okay, I'll go talk to her." But she made no attempt to go.

        
"Really, Faith, go on, now's your best bet."

        
"The girls want to go to The Tavern, to celebrate me. Funny, huh? You gonna go? I don't know if I want to go back there, even as a customer."

        
"Maybe, I'll let you know either way."

        
"K. Well, later then." Faith was acting like she was walking to the firing squad. She really didn't know what to say or how to act. She was just worried that she'd lose her ability to think rationally as she always does when confronted with those eyes. She stopped outside the open office door.
Maybe if she keeps her shades on? Yeah, that's a good one. Wait a minute...Cori said Reece loves me? Oh my God. She loves me. I love her too. This shouldn't be this hard, should it? She can't be as scared as I am. Can she?
 he swallowed hard and peeked into the office. Reece's eyes were closed. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she examined her in the light. She was leaning back in her chair, a very pleasant look on her face, with her legs stretched way out on the desk.

        
She is beautiful. And she loves me.
Her arms were behind her head, stretching the very limits of that tee shirt, showcasing its contents very clearly. Faith was beginning to have a great fondness for white tee shirts. Her strong legs were wrapped in what looked to be the softest leather and Faith had a sudden urge to rub her face on them. That is, until she noticed she still had a package between her legs. She stifled the giggle at Cori's description of how the tall woman looked getting it in there. But she was intrigued all the same. She never saw one and wanted to see what it looked like. Oh, she saw them in the store and stuff, but never on a person.
Would she feel it if I touched it? What does it feel like?
She thought about what Reece's would look like, what color she'd choose.
Black, I'm sure,
she smirked. She felt the stomach thing and slowly looked up into very amused blue eyes.
Oh lord... kill me now.

        
Reece was replaying the dancer's little act.
Well, I asked for it. My own Private Dancer and I got it. Boy did I get it.
She went over everything down to the last look she received.
She wants me. Bad. But still, Cori still thinks I'll hurt her. How can I do that? How can I not. I have to be more...no, less aggressive. First things first, I didn't run out and get laid and I didn't explode. Good. Now what? I have to talk to Faith. I have to tell her how I feel. What if she doesn't feel the same? Fuck yeah, she feels the same. After tonight, I'm sure of it.
She felt someone and opened her eyes to a very nice surprise. Faith was standing there quite lost in thought, staring at her dildo. Reece had completely forgotten about it. She quickly closed her eyes and peeked out of them, and opened her legs a little wider. She could only imagine what the beautiful woman was thinking. She wondered if she should let on that she's aware of her, but decided to just watch the play of expressions on the blonde's face instead. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was thinking after that last face. Reece got even warmer in the area of scrutiny. Oh, she looked even more adorable caught.

        
"I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" She tried to sound calm even though her heart was racing.

        
Unfortunately for Faith, it only managed to come out sexy.

        
"No, I was just about to..."
What? What was I just about to do?
"...um, can I come in?"
Moron!
All the saliva left her mouth.

        
"Sure." The dark haired woman gestured at the couch. Reece chuckled and managed to cross her legs, even with the latex wedged into her pants. She felt strangely sedate and not the least bit like she did when she last saw Faith. Well, except for the fact that she could probably still slide out of her leathers, everything was different. She noticed that Faith closed the door. he felt...
What...what the hell am I feeling? How weird.
She still had the need to have her way with Faith, but there was this overwhelming desire to please her. To make her happy. To see her laugh. Confused, she lifted her eyebrows, and since she didn't have a clue about this stuff, decided to let Faith take the conversation.

        
Faith was stuck between jumping on Reece's lap and sucking her gorgeous lips off, and running out of the room.
I was so damn sure of myself a second ago. What now?
Feeling like she had 'Asshole' in neon on her forehead, she cleared her throat so she wouldn't squeak and make a total fool of herself. "I didn't expect you to be there."

        
"I'm full of surprises, Faith." Again, she had sex dripping off of every word.
Hey! Stop that! You're supposed to be nice!

        
"Are you now?"
What in God's name...? Am I flirting with her?

        
Oh, but how can I resist?
"You shouldn't get too comfortable where I'm concerned. You think you know me, and then..." BAM! She slammed her boots on the floor causing Faith to grab her chest in fright. "I do something you'd never expect."
Like this, for instance.

        
Good God. She's going to play with me.
"Why did you show up? Was it to spy on me? Or were you playing bodyguard?"

        
Reece turned her chair to face the gorgeous woman on her couch. A couch that no one sat on without being mauled, until now.
Well, the night ain't over yet,
she smiled to herself.

        
"Well, if you recall, I was a little preoccupied to be guarding anyone's body." She smiled with teeth, leaning over onto her knees. "I was too busy buried in pieces of yours. Soft warm pieces."
God I love you.

        
Faith was looking straight into Reece's eyes and as she feared, her IQ was steadily dropping. "Heh heh, I didn't know it was you..."

        
"Oh, so you'd do that to any stranger?" Reece never lost eye contact.

        
"You didn't let me finish. I didn't know it was you until I felt you touch me. It was like deja vu, the feeling in my stomach. I had to have more. Can you please stop doing that?"

        
"What? Looking at you? Never. I was afraid I wouldn't get the chance to do this again."
What the hell was that?
"I'm making up for lost time."
Would you shut up?

        
Faith blushed and looked down. "That's sweet, Reece."
How can I not love you?

        
"Did you say sweet? Me? I am
not
sweet." She made a sour face.
Gotta stop that.

        
Faith looked up again and laughed at her expression. "What, no one's called you sweet before?"

        
"God, no! You don't really want to know what I've been called."

        
"Try me." She leaned her head in closer.

        
"Is that an invitation?" Reece leered.
Maybe it's the couch?

        
Faith didn't like where this was going. She became awkwardly quiet. This wasn't the type of talk she expected. Maybe she should come back after Reece got laid or something.

        
"Maybe I should go..."

        
No!
Reece jumped up and grabbed her by the back pocket and kissed her soundly. Faith was too stunned to react and stood there stiffly. Feeling no response, the tall woman broke the kiss and closed her eyes. She didn't know what Faith expected of her, and she was just about to get angry at herself for making a mistake.

        
"Um, Reece?"

        
Reece, furious at her lack of knowledge in relationships and the inability to control herself, became very tense and started to pull back.

        
"No, don't go. I wasn't expecting that. I'm sorry." Faith covered the warm hands on her waist and smiled, trying to calm Reece down.

        
"Sooo, I can do it again then?" Reece asked hopefully.

        
"I'd kill you if you didn't."

        
Reece, restraining her urge to devour the woman, kissed her again, slowly and softly. Faith looked disappointed.

        
"Hey, what's the matter? You don't like the way I kiss?"

        
"Reece, I
know
the way you kiss. I've been
dreaming
about your kiss.
That
was not it."

        
"Oh? How is it supposed to be?"

        
The blonde pushed her down on the couch and grabbed her ears, giving her the type of kiss that would shoot your socks clear across the room. Both of them had the same thought,
this is where I belong
, as they melted into each other's mouth. Eventually, Reece was lying on her back and Faith's hands wound up wrapped in long black hair. "Yeah, that's more like it." Faith whispered breathlessly. She just noticed her knees straddling Reece's hips. Reece did too.

        
"More." Reece reached around and pulled her down by the back of the neck.
Fuck control.

        
"Umph...mm" Faith managed to break away from the death grip. "Woo, yeah, but not here, Reece."

        
The dark woman frowned.
Not this again.
"I just don't know what you want from me."

        
Faith kissed her on the nose and laid her head on the available chest. "Just relax. You'll see. I'm not going anywhere."

        
"Yeah well, I'm new at this," she admitted, very frustrated.

        
Warmed by the confession, Faith smiled. "Kissing? Really, Reece, I'd hardly call you new."