Hey!

This is my first story about Wentworth, more precisely a story about Bridget Westfall and Franky Doyle. Hope you all enjoy it!
English is not my first language, so sorry for all the mistakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wentworth or the characters.


It's been a hell couple of days before her parole, but today Franky would leave all this shit behind. Finally! She had worked bloody hard toward her release, but knew that she still had a lot of work to do. An officer had escorted her toward a room where she could change into the clothes she first entered prison in. Afterward Vera had handed her a new creditcard with her savings earned while working in prison, her release papers and the address of the place she would be staying while being on parole for the next 12 months. Unless of course she found a job very quickly and could effort a better place.
As of now Franky was a free woman, although still on parole she literally was walking toward a new chapter in her life. Franky knew that she had to respect the rules of her parole and keep in touch with her parole officer. But she was determined to never come back to this place, even when things got hard. During these last two weeks Franky had prepared herself for her life outside the walls of prison as much as she could. If she kept on track with her studies, the younger woman would graduate and obtain her degree in Law just within four months. She hoped that during that time, her parole officer would give her some time to focus on her studies. So that afterward she could start looking for a good job within her interests.

But even when her prime focus was on leaving this place alive, which almost got ripped away after being stuck in the fire, Franky couldn't stop thinking about Bridget Westfall. The psychologist had lost her job a couple of weeks ago and although neither of them had done something wrong, Franky felt guilty. It was so hard to keep the relationship professional between Bridget and her, even when nothing ever happened between them.
Franky was smart enough to know that nothing would ever happen, even when the psychologist had in not so many words voiced her attraction and maybe even love for the other woman out loud. Bridget was a good woman, a brilliant person. She was smart, funny and strong inside and out. Franky knew she was a lesbian as well, but she was convinced that her type of women differs a lot from the women Franky loved to fuck. Yes fuck, because Franky wasn't sure if she had even made love to anyone. She loved to be in control and get off as quickly as possible. But these last few months, especially since miss Westfall had given her the whole speech about transference and shit, she lay awake at night dreaming about the woman. And it had nothing to do with taken control and fuck the woman senseless. Merely the opposite, Franky dreamed about touching her so softly, exploring her whole body before bringing her pleasure. She couldn't care less if she even got off. In spite of all these fantasies Franky was a realist and didn't believe she could even get something like this. She was an angry person, although she had let a lot of that go, she was not a good person. Despite Bridget saying otherwise and making amendments these last few weeks.

A little after 11am, the gates opened and Franky took her first few steps toward freedom. One last look back and of she was. Suddenly a horn broke her from her trace and the woman who appeared was everything Franky had dreamed about. No one other than Bridget Westfall alighted the car, one hot car and one hot woman.
Did the older woman really remembered what Franky had told her during their first session, Franky thought? What a woman!

Franky approached Bridget quickly and grabbed her around the neck bringing her close to initiate their first kiss. It was a short one, but filled with so many hopes. Afterward it was Bridget who placed one hand around Franky's neck and brought their mouths back together for a longer kiss. Going in for the next kiss Bridget felt Franky smile against her lips. No words were spoken between them, their eyes telling them the whole story. It was Franky who slapped Bridget bum playfully, while leaning against the car, afterward.

"I wanna be picked up by a hot girl, in a hot car." Franky whispered against Bridget's ear, while bringing her arms around the woman's waist. "You remembered?" She continued.

"Of course I did." Bridget hummed, so happy to finally be in Franky's arms.

"What now?" Franky spoke quietly, her voice giving away her worries. Although she had dreamed about this, the two women barely knew each other. Of course Franky had confessed a lot to Bridget and Bridget could read very well between the lines. But Franky barely knew anything about the other woman. She knew that she was a lesbian, that she had a great taste in clothing, was incredibly smart and very beautiful. But what about the rest, and what about Franky herself. It was not like she was the example of best behavior. She was a former inmate, currently on her first day of parole, Bridget could not just look over that little detail.

"We drive into the sunset." Bridget witty response was, even when she was very aware of their current situation. It was not like they had met in a pub or something.

"Seriously? Gidget… "Franky voiced, looking direction into Bridget's eyes while putting some distance between them.

"Franky." Bridget started, placing one hand on Franky's upper arm. "I know we have so much to talk about, but we can start small. We can go for a drink, have a nice dinner, go for a walk, go to the beach or we can go our separate ways. Your choice, I won't force you. But I want to be honest with you and that's why I'm here. I want us to get to know each other outside the walls of this prison. I obviously care about you Franky, more than just one of my patients but I don't want to pressure you into anything. You're just out of prison and there will be things that will overwhelm you and I don't want to be a source of stress that will make things more difficult for you." Bridget rambled, glad to finally be able to express her own feelings toward the other woman. The whole time when Bridget was Franky's psychologist she always needed to keep up her guards and drawn a line between being professional and too personal. But right now she could tell Franky her thoughts, even when she was aware that she needed to handle things cautiously. Franky had opened up a lot during their sessions, but there was far more to the Franky she knows. She was excited to get to know the whole Franky, but it also scares her. Franky's has been through a lot, as a child and as an adult.

"Bridget, fucking breathe." Franky interrupted, placing one hand on Bridget upper arm as well and urging her to look her in the eyes. "Seriously I don't know where to start, but I would like to go to the beach together. I don't want anything too heavy today, let us just enjoy my first day out of this fucking place." Franky continued, her eyes wide and open.

"Sounds like a great plan." Bridget answered. The older woman was aware that things might be a little weird between them for a while. It was Franky who interrupted Bridget thoughts once again.

"I've heard your words Gidget and we will talk more seriously, I promise." Franky spoke gently, placing both hands gently on Bridget's cheeks before placing a tender kiss on her lips.

"Hot car!" She exclaimed. "And I love your outfit, by the way. Ready to go?" Franky continued, winking toward Bridget's direction.

"Yes I am and thank you for the compliment. But the car is not mine, just wanted to make your dream come true." Bridget explained, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Did Franky even liked it?

"Best dream ever!" Franky exclaimed, taking away all Bridget's doubts.

Feeling very happy and calm Franky took the passenger seat and let Bridget drive them toward the beach.

"I fucking love this." Franky mused, the wind blowing in her hair. "Thank you for picking me up Gidget, never expected this."

"Your welcome. Do you need to contact your parole officer today?" Bridget questioned.

"No not today, tomorrow. But I do need to be at my new place at 6 pm to pick up the keys."

"Okay. You're hungry? We can grab something small before going to the beach, but only if you want of course?"

"I could do with some real food. Can we get a hamburger?" Franky asked, a lightness in her eyes that Bridget had not seen very often.

"Yea sure, I now a great little place not far from the beach." Bridget answered.

A little before 12 am both women arrived at a little food place called MAG'S, known for their amazing cheeseburgers and fries. Franky ordered a single cheeseburger and a coke, while Bridget preferred the veggieburger with lots of different vegetables and some water.

"Your health chick." Franky bemused. "You've one hell of a body Gidget, don't worry." Franky whispered, before accepting their orders. Bridget gently bummed Franky's shoulder, answering her with a silent thanks.

Together they made their way toward the beach, Franky immediately removing her boots so she could feel the sand between her toes.

"Is your place far from the beach?" Bridget asked, after seeing Franky's face lighting up when they arrived at the beach.

"I don't know, I didn't recognize the name of the street. I know which bus I have to take to get there but that's all." Franky answered, between two bites of her burger. "These are really good, you wanna try?"

"Yeah, thanks. Here you can try mine as well." Bridget responded handing over her burger, while simultaneously accepting Franky's.

"Hmmm it's real good." Franky murmured, her mouth still half full.

"Yours as well. You wanna sit down on the sand for a while?" Bridget asked, after handing over Franky's burger and accepting her own.

"Yeah, can we get our feet wet afterward?" Franky put into words, looking forward to be doing that.

"Def Franky, we've got time." Bridget kindly responded, placing one hand on Franky's thigh and sending her a warm smile.

Franky placed her own hand on top of Bridget's, squeezing it lightly. "I love the beach." Franky spoke quietly, lost in her own thoughts.

"Yes?" Bridget spoke, giving Franky the opportunity to tell her more if she wanted.

"I came to the beach all the time when I was like 14 and older. It was like my safe place, I guess." Franky spoke, her voice unstable and giving away that if affected her emotionally. She avoided any eye-contact with the other woman.

"You were still living with your mom at that point?" Bridget asked tentatively, squeezing Franky's thigh again. It was very rare to see Franky this uncomposed. At prison the tough inmate didn't let anyone see her real feelings, assuming it was making her look weak. Talking about her past was definitely of limits most of the times. Bridget had read Franky's file and they had talked at one point about Franky's mom. Or you could call it yelling on Franky's behalf. As a psychologist Bridget knew what a great influence your parents and the environment you grow up it in effects the rest of your life. Positive or negative. Bridget got that much out of Franky's file to know that she did't have a safe place to grow up in. The abuse she had endured by the hands of her mother, resulted in one angry woman although it was nothing more than a front. There-under was a very smart and affectionate woman. That much Bridget knew, even when Franky didn't belief it.

"Yeah, no. I mean till I was a little older then 15. After that… don't know, don't care." Franky answered honestly, her voice wavering. "What about you Gidge?" Franky spoke, diverting the attention of her own history.

"Me?" I was the youngest child of two, one older brother. My parents were always very supportive and they still are. I don't see all of them very much because it's quite a long drive, but we call a lot over the phone." Bridget responded. She felt that it was important to be open and honest about her own history and life toward Franky.

"Do they know you're a lesbian?" Franky questioned.

"They do, and it never was a problem I guess." Bridget spoke, looking into Franky's eyes.

"That's real good." Franky voiced. "Favorite color?" Franky asked suddenly, backing away from the heavy subject.

"Green. Yours?"

"Black."

"That's not a color." Bridget said, laughing at seeing Franky's face all crumbling up.

"Smart ass. Red it is then." Franky restored.

"I want to give you a hug." Bridget suddenly said.

"Gidget?"

"Sorry… That came out of nowhere." Bridget apologized.

"No no, you don't have to say sorry. You just took me by surprise." Franky spoke, looking directly into Bridget eyes. "I thought you said that we should take things slow." Franky continued, ogling Bridget up and down, leaving Bridget absolutely no question that Franky was into her.

"I know and we need to be careful in public. You were my patient after all, and I don't want the parole board to ship you back into prison because they're questioning my objectivity when they see us together." Bridget explained.

"Yea, I know. I'm sorry you lost your job." Franky sobered, still feeling guilty over that.

"That was not your fault Franky. Vera can be very short-sighted, but I think she will change her mind very soon. We've talked and I think she realizes the governor was nothing good."

"So she will most likely rehire you than?" Franky questioned, hoping for a positive answer.

"I hope so, because I did like my job there." Bridget answered.

"And you're fucking great at it Gidget. The women like you!"

"Not all of them, but that's okay. Can I hug you now?" Bridget said.

"Yea sure, come here." Franky spoke, placing one arm around Bridget's shoulders and bringing her closer to her own body. Her head resting against the younger woman's neck.

"Hmmm, I'm so happy I met you." Bridget voiced, her voice muffed by Franky's neck.

"You're a little crazy I think."

"Why is that?" Bridget asked, looking up into Franky's beautiful green eyes.

"Because until yesterday I was a fucking inmate Gidge, I threw a pan of hot oil into someone face for god's sake." Franky spoke with a loud voice.

"That doesn't mean I don't care. Yes, you've made mistakes but you did your time Franky."

"Yeah whatever…"

"No I'm serious." Bridget spoke, urging Franky to look at her.

"I know you think I'm a good person but that's hard to believe when I look at all the fucked up things I've done."

"At some point you have to forgive yourself and look at your future." Bridget voiced softly.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." Franky almost pleaded, looking Bridget straight in the eyes.

The two of them stayed silent for a long time, each lost in their own thoughts. Franky as well as Bridget sat staring at the sea, a little distance between them so that if someone was watching them they wouldn't be in any trouble.

"Can we walk toward the sea and get our feet wet?" Franky asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yeah sure."

"Come on Gidge." Franky urged, tugging at Bridget's hand. The smile on Franky's face was worth so much that Bridget couldn't care if her feet would be freezing to dead. After standing with her feet in the water for quite a long time Franky announced that she would be heading toward her bedsit. She most likely needed to go shopping and deal with some practical stuff.

"Want me to drive you there?" Bridget asked.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I would like to walk, I guess."

"No problem, we will see each other soon?" Bridget asked, a little unsure about the outcome.

"Yeah sure Gidge, what about this coming Saturday? That gives me the time to settle in and all." Franky spoke, looking at Bridget.

"Great, maybe I can give you my number so we can make things more concrete?"

"Great Gidge, thanks! I will call you from my bedsit because I don't have a cell phone just yet."

"That's perfect." Bridget responded, glad to be seeing Franky again in just three days. Hopefully they could talk a little bit more. She knew from her knowledge and work experience as a psychologist that people who were just granted parole needed a lot of structure the first few weeks if not months. Many of them, just like Franky, couldn't rely on family and/or friends, which basically means they needed to build up a whole new life for them without getting into trouble. Bridget knew Franky had it in her to get her Law degree, find a great job, have a nice place to live in and find some good people.

Both women walked slowly toward Bridget's rented hot car, enjoying each other company.

"So I guess I see you in three days." Franky stated, moving her body toward Bridget's.

"Yes definitely." Bridget smiled. "Looking forward to it."

"Me too." Franky whispered, placing a gentle hand on Bridget's cheek and looking deeply into her blue eyes.

"Thank you for everything. For having my back inside and now outside these fucking prison walls." Franky told Bridget, her expression open and honest. Meanwhile she gently stroked Bridget cheek with the tips of her fingers.

"You're so welcome Franky, you deserve to be here." Bridget answered, ever word being the complete truth. Bridget slowly grabbed Franky's hand that rested on her face, squeezed it gently while placing a slow but firm kiss on Franky's cheek.

"See you Franky. Call me if you need something or just want some company." Bridget voiced.

"Thanks Gidget." Franky spoke, a little shaken up by Bridget's kiss. She really like that woman, a lot.

"Bye."

"See you." Bridget spoke, before opening the door of her car and driving away. She was glad she had surprised Franky outside the walls of prison. Although they hadn't talk much, they definitely had enjoyed each other's company. Bridget had witnessed first-hand how happy and relaxed Franky was feeling. The hard look she had seen so many times in Franky's eyes while in prison was nothing compared to the softness in the woman voice, face and her whole body now. While Bridget knew that life after prison is hard for many former inmates, she believed that Franky was a smart woman who deserved her change of parole. She hoped that this coming Saturday they could maybe have a nice dinner at her place, where things would be more private than at the beach. Because let's face it, she could surely get used to kissing that woman a whole lot more. And maybe even more… But one day at the day, right?


Will be continued.
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