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:if I was a rich girl

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Faiths POV

I heard her whip open the curtain, like she always does this early. I rolled over when the sun hit my face, moaning like I had been burnt. I felt the bed move as she got back on and crawled to the middle where I lay.

"Come on sleepy," she kissed my exposed neck.

"Why do you always have to do that, Jess?" I did my best to ignore her kisses as the moved down my neck, across my shoulder, and over my back. Finally unable to take it anymore I rolled over, pulling her down on

top of me.

"Because I know how much you love it," she laughed, kissing me again. "Now get up, you have just enough time to shower and get to set."

"You gonna shower with me?" My fingers drew small circles across her back, then slid up under the edge of her shirt before she rudely pulled away.

"Then there would not be enough time for you to get there." I could hear her smiling, even though I was stubbornly keeping my eyes shut. "Besides I already showered."

I cracked an eye open to look up at her. Indeed she was showered, light brown hair straightened, and hanging loose over a lacy black tank top. My eyes traveled over her, taking in the frilly short white skirt she was wearing, a personal favorite of mine, toned, tan legs, and feet already in heels.

"How do you do that?" I ask, stalling.

"Do what?" She smiles again, and I am sorry I missed it before.

"Shower and dress so early?"

"I go to bed before the sun comes up," she laughs. "Now, go get in the shower."

"Okay, okay," I fight my way out of the covers, and make my way to the bathroom, making sure she gets a long look at me barely covered by panties and a ridiculously short tank top.

I step in front of the mirror and reach for my tooth brush, first order of business. When I'm done and rinsing off the brush I feel her wrap her arms around my waist, and know she got a good look. She smiles at me in the mirror and I lean my head back finding her lips and kissing deeply. God, nothing else tastes this good.

Her hands urge me to turn towards her, and I do. Luckily the sink is behind me for support as she runs a hand up under the tank top, and across my already swollen nipple. I moan as she squeezes gently. Then

pulls away.

"Get in the shower," she smiles.

"I hate you," I answer, pulling my shirt off as she shuts the door.

"You love me." She called back through the door.

I shook my head, climbing into the shower, eyes closed against the warm water. It wasn't as good as having Jess all over me, but it was a close

second. I smiled thinking about her; she was always the one waking me up. I can't help it I never get tired till the middle of the night, but

I only need four hours or so of sleep a night. Can't help it, it's just how I'm wired.

Later...

I slide on sunglasses as I step out of the house; it's early but the suns already bright. Jess is already in the car, sorting through bills and scripts for me. God I love her.

"Hey," I climb in the car leaning back in the seat; I sit up quickly, patting the pockets of my jeans and jacket. "Shit, I forgot my cell." I start to open my door.

"Hey," I turn to her and she's waving my cell at me.

"You rock," I kiss her gently, then lean in more deepening the kiss, abruptly my phone rings. "Mmm," I answer the phone, lips still near hers.

"Faith, you want to explain to me why my friends are ogling you in Maxim, with no prior warning to me?" I grinned pulling away from Jess and motioning for her to drive.

"Kaden, my favorite brother, I couldn't tell you."

"Contract issues?" Kaden asked.

"No. The idea of you running out to the mailbox to get your new Maxin, and finding your baby sister on the cover was too funny."

"You're in," he paused. "God it makes me sick to say it. Your panties. Eh a brother should never have to see that."

"Those shots of me in my panties are paying for our tickets to Europe this summer," I pointed out kindly to him.

"When you put it that way, it's much less disturbing." Kaden admitted and I smiled.

"Want me to send the proofs to your buddies?" I asked sweetly. Jess through me a look smiling.

"Yeah, I'll have them swing by later," he answered sarcastically.

"Sorry, Jess has dibs," he laughed at that.

"Okay, okay. You girls still coming to Bailey's party tonight?"

"Wouldn't miss it. Should be done shooting early enough. We're just going to swing by the house and change then we'll be over."

"Sounds good. His little sister's in town, she's a big fan. Apparently she's seen the entire "Night Saber" trilogy, is a big fan of "The Valley", and even bought "Vegas nights" off eBay."

"I was like ten," I answered, laughing.

"And not wearing panties on Maxim. Trust me I noticed the difference," Kaden quipped. He won't admit it, but Seth Cohen is so his idol.

"It's like having all your most embarrassing home movies available to everyone," I sighed.

"Oh your embarrassed people can watch you at ten with an overbite, but 22 with panties is okay?"

"You're fixating," I pointed out.

"I know, I gotta go. See you tonight."

"Later," I hung up laughing.

"You were cute in "Vegas Nights". I mean if you wanted my opinion," Jess offered slyly.

"Good, when I meet this girl I'll offer up the tapes from your third grade recital."

"I see the point," she acknowledged. "But I don't still get royalties from that when it plays on Showtime. So don't complain too much."

We pulled into the lot, me waving at a couple of teenage girls who were standing outside as the car was checked in. After they did a double take and realized it was me they approached the car hesitantly and I gave then autographs and we took a picture with their camera phone.

"You just can't be incognito can you," Jess asked, shaking her head as we pulled into my parking spot.

"The fans show the love. I owe it to them."

"Alright superstar. Have a good day, I'm gonna run some errands and be back. You hurry in you're almost late." I kissed her quickly then jumped out of the car, running into set. It was going to be a long

day, Fridays always were, and I couldn't wait for the party.