Page 19 of Flogging Faith

“Yum,” said Bex. “I’ll take gloopy pancake raspberries.” She looked guiltily at Faith. “I have to admit that my post-coital food provision usually extends to really nice sandwiches, and maybe a cooked breakfast if I’ve got all the bits in for it. I’m not the best of cooks, so whatever you’re doing will be far far better than what I can give you in return.”

Faith smiled shyly at that. “Do you mean you think this’ll happen again?”

Bex didn’t quite know what to make of that. “I mean, I’d absolutely love it, only if you’re not sure…”

“No, no,” Faith protested. “I would love to as well; I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to.”

Bex clocked what Faith was referring to and sighed internally. But she liked Faith too much not to explain, even if the mere idea of it was enough to have her break out in hives. “I just felt really exposed. Unsure of myself for a second and realized that I needed physical comfort more than I needed physical pleasure in that moment.”

“I see.” Faith nodded and flipped the pancakes. “I think that makes sense, and it was—of course—totally okay to do that. I just wanted to check in with you about it.”

Bex came up behind her and kissed Faith’s neck. “Thank you. You’re beyond sweet.”

Faith served up the pancakes, and they sat at the little table by the kitchenette to eat.

“Would you like to spend the day with me today?” asked Bex. She wasn’t sure exactly what they’d do—maybe go for a walk, maybe explore some more of the Rawhide Ranch grounds—but she knew that whatever she was going to do this weekend, she wanted to do it with Faith.

“That sounds lovely,” said Faith. “Yes please.”

CHAPTER 13

After breakfast, Bex said she should probably head back to her room to shower and change, and that she’d reconvene with Faith in the main lobby at midday.

“I’ve got a seedling of a plan for our date day,” she said. “Are you okay with me surprising you?”

Faith was absolutely fine with that.

Her experience with relationships had mainly been limited to the odd one-night stand, or an interaction at a club. You’d think that being a potter, there’d have been plenty of lovely gay girls coming through her work place who’d have asked her out, but it had somehow never really happened.

It was, Faith supposed, rather difficult to ask someone out when they—or you—were at work. That had always felt like it was crossing some kind of unspoken line. One of the rules neurotypicals had, but never quite explained. And she knew there were circumstances where it would have just been downright inappropriate, so in the end, she’d just given up and focused on work instead.

She had a social life. She had friends. She just didn’t have a partner.

And now here was Bex, who intended on spending her entire morning planning a day out for the two of them.

Mandi looked slightly bemused when Faith explained this to her. “No offense, Faith, but that’s a bit of a low bar—no, Tommy, we don’t throw books.”

The Little boy looked guiltily over to her. “Sorry, Miss Mandi,” he said, carefully picking the book up and putting it back where it belonged. “I won’t do it again.”

“I should hope not,” said Mandi, and then twinkled a smile at Faith. “He’s not a bad boy,” she whispered. “But he gets lonely and wants attention, bless him.” They were spending the morning together in the Littles’ Library, and it was really fascinating to see Mandi in her Big headspace. It was a real contrast, hearing all the other Littles call her Miss Mandi, and see how very good she was at her job.

Even her dynamic with Amelia was slightly different while they were working. Mandi still called Amelia Mommy, but their interactions were limited to affectionate professionalism.

Faith had never really seen kinky couples outside of their kink dynamics, and it made her consider how she’d want her and Bex to work.

If they were going to be something… more, that was.

When Mandi had her break, she pulled Faith into Amelia’s office—demanding, “Mommy, you need to leave so Faith and I can talk about grown-up things” to Amelia’s visible amusement—and asked to hear all about it.

There were so many things to talk about, but Faith found it wasn’t the sex or the kink that the conversation gravitated to, but how she felt about it all.

“You remember how much of a wreck I was when you first met me, don’t you?”

Mandi looked a bit taken aback. “You weren’t a wreck, you were just a bit sad and lonely.”

Faith rolled her eyes. “Fine, sad and lonely. The problem is that when I’m with Bex, I don’t feel sad or lonely.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what the problem is,” said Mandi. “Surely not feeling sad and lonely is a good thing?”

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