mode. "Cori! She's here!"
"Relax! You're gonna be fine!"
Reece walked in just as Faith hung up the phone and she went right over and kissed her wife. "Did you finish the script?"
Faith watched silently as Reece went to the kitchen, grabbed a fork and opened the fridge. She pulled out a container of left-overs and began eating.
"I'm starved." she said between mouthfuls.
Faith, though nervous, decided it was now or never. "Reece, I need to tell you something and you're probably gonna want to put the food down."
Reece quirked an eyebrow and stopped chewing. "What's this about?"
"The script."
The club owner shoved another forkful into her mouth. "What about it? Don't you like it?" she asked between chews.
"Well..." Faith shifted her feet. "Yes and no."
Reece, getting tired of the stalling, put the food on the table and stared at her wife. "What is it you don't like?"
Faith swallowed hard. "The sex." she said, barely audible.
Reece's eyebrow went up and she cocked her head. "The what?" she asked carefully.
"The sex." Faith repeated, with a grimace.
Reece's chest seemed to expand and she lifted her chin. "The sex." she repeated, her jaw clenching tight. "What sex?"
Faith took stock of her extremely tense wife and thought for a moment how to reply. "My character, Meredith, has a love interest, Jesse, and they ... "
The fork Reece was holding bent into itself and her nostrils flared. "Really." she said through her teeth. "Are we talking about a kiss... or what, Faith?"
Her wife's barely controlled temper was just about to explode, and Faith couldn't answer this question without fireworks. "Um, naked sex. Reece there's no reason to fly off the handle..."
Reece slammed the bent fork down and gripped the counter with both hands. "No reason to fly off the handle?" she shouted, "My wife is going to be naked on the big screen with another woman, having SEX and there's no reason for me to fly off the handle?"
Faith winced, expecting it and seeing it were two different things. "Yeah, but Reece.."
"NO, that's fine! I mean it's all in the name of acting right? How many times do you have sex?"
"Three, but that's not the point..."
Reece stormed around the kitchen waving her arms wildly. "THREE? Fuck, Faith, WE don't even have sex three times in two hours!"
"If you just listen to me..."
Reece interrupted Faith again with another tirade. "Wow! Fantastic! Super! This is wonderful! You're going to be fucking some other woman for entertainment! I'm thrilled!"
"REECE! Let me finish one goddamned sentence!"
All Reece could see in her minds eye was Faith naked on a huge screen having sex with a faceless woman. "NO, you let me finish! Is that what you really want to do? To me?" She banged on the counter with both fists.
"Excuse me? To you ?" Faith yelled.
"What? You didn't think about me? How I would feel?" The club owner shook her head to lose the images. "Did you think I'd be fucking happy for you? Did you think I'd jump up and down? Yay! My wife is gonna have sex! Yay!"
Although Reece jumping up and down and clapping was disturbing, Faith was really pissed. Reece wasn't allowing her a word in edgewise. "Would you just shut up a second and stop yelling?"
"NO, cuz I can't do shit about it! Do you want me to sit here and say with a smile that I'm okay with this? That you are going to be naked in front of a crew of pigs, and some strange woman will be touching you and I'm supposed to stop yelling and smile? Someone else will be smelling your neck, tasting your lips and my stomach burns and my head hurts and I can't do anything about it because it’s your life and your movie?" Reece grabbed her stomach and turned away. "I have no say."
Faith's eyes welled up. She walked to her wife and stood inches behind her, feeling the heat come off her body, not sure she should touch her. "Baby, I don't want to do it either. I don't want to make you sick."
"Good then don't do the fucking movie."
"Reece, you mean more to me than
"Relax! You're gonna be fine!"
Reece walked in just as Faith hung up the phone and she went right over and kissed her wife. "Did you finish the script?"
Faith watched silently as Reece went to the kitchen, grabbed a fork and opened the fridge. She pulled out a container of left-overs and began eating.
"I'm starved." she said between mouthfuls.
Faith, though nervous, decided it was now or never. "Reece, I need to tell you something and you're probably gonna want to put the food down."
Reece quirked an eyebrow and stopped chewing. "What's this about?"
"The script."
The club owner shoved another forkful into her mouth. "What about it? Don't you like it?" she asked between chews.
"Well..." Faith shifted her feet. "Yes and no."
Reece, getting tired of the stalling, put the food on the table and stared at her wife. "What is it you don't like?"
Faith swallowed hard. "The sex." she said, barely audible.
Reece's eyebrow went up and she cocked her head. "The what?" she asked carefully.
"The sex." Faith repeated, with a grimace.
Reece's chest seemed to expand and she lifted her chin. "The sex." she repeated, her jaw clenching tight. "What sex?"
Faith took stock of her extremely tense wife and thought for a moment how to reply. "My character, Meredith, has a love interest, Jesse, and they ... "
The fork Reece was holding bent into itself and her nostrils flared. "Really." she said through her teeth. "Are we talking about a kiss... or what, Faith?"
Her wife's barely controlled temper was just about to explode, and Faith couldn't answer this question without fireworks. "Um, naked sex. Reece there's no reason to fly off the handle..."
Reece slammed the bent fork down and gripped the counter with both hands. "No reason to fly off the handle?" she shouted, "My wife is going to be naked on the big screen with another woman, having SEX and there's no reason for me to fly off the handle?"
Faith winced, expecting it and seeing it were two different things. "Yeah, but Reece.."
"NO, that's fine! I mean it's all in the name of acting right? How many times do you have sex?"
"Three, but that's not the point..."
Reece stormed around the kitchen waving her arms wildly. "THREE? Fuck, Faith, WE don't even have sex three times in two hours!"
"If you just listen to me..."
Reece interrupted Faith again with another tirade. "Wow! Fantastic! Super! This is wonderful! You're going to be fucking some other woman for entertainment! I'm thrilled!"
"REECE! Let me finish one goddamned sentence!"
All Reece could see in her minds eye was Faith naked on a huge screen having sex with a faceless woman. "NO, you let me finish! Is that what you really want to do? To me?" She banged on the counter with both fists.
"Excuse me? To you ?" Faith yelled.
"What? You didn't think about me? How I would feel?" The club owner shook her head to lose the images. "Did you think I'd be fucking happy for you? Did you think I'd jump up and down? Yay! My wife is gonna have sex! Yay!"
Although Reece jumping up and down and clapping was disturbing, Faith was really pissed. Reece wasn't allowing her a word in edgewise. "Would you just shut up a second and stop yelling?"
"NO, cuz I can't do shit about it! Do you want me to sit here and say with a smile that I'm okay with this? That you are going to be naked in front of a crew of pigs, and some strange woman will be touching you and I'm supposed to stop yelling and smile? Someone else will be smelling your neck, tasting your lips and my stomach burns and my head hurts and I can't do anything about it because it’s your life and your movie?" Reece grabbed her stomach and turned away. "I have no say."
Faith's eyes welled up. She walked to her wife and stood inches behind her, feeling the heat come off her body, not sure she should touch her. "Baby, I don't want to do it either. I don't want to make you sick."
"Good then don't do the fucking movie."
"Reece, you mean more to me than
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