Erica Davidson sighed, sipping her coffee. Her day had been long, filled with prison fights, bad press and an almost excessive amount of Franky Doyle. Not that she couldn't handle it. She loved her job, most days. And Franky… well, Franky was just a bonus.

It wasn't that Franky caused trouble for Erica. Not in so many words. It was just that when Franky was there, she was really there. She'd just sit, usually, in Erica's office, at her desk. Not that the prisoner ever just sat. Franky Doyle was cocky. She knew she was attractive. She knew her worth. And she wasn't afraid of going after what she wanted. And ever since day one of meeting Erica Davidson, once a lawyer brought in to tutor her, now appointed Governor of Wentworth Prison, Franky knew she wanted her.
It had started off casual. Her tutoring was going well, the pair had clicked. And Franky being classic Franky, was confident enough to come onto her tutor at any given opportunity. She used everything she could to attract attention from the older blonde woman she spent so much time with. At first, she thought that nothing would come of it. Erica was straight, and taken. She lived somewhere with her boyfriend. She'd mentioned where, but Franky wasn't interested in Erica's life with her boyfriend. She didn't want to hear about it. Erica, she thought, was far too attractive to be taking a dick. So she flirted. Hard. She'd pushed the boundaries between tutor and student, the thrill of it keeping her amused. She thought it would go straight over Erica's head, but as time went on, she noticed the effect she had on the blonde.
She'd make a provocative comment, Erica would drop eye contact, smile, and shift in her seat. Depending on what Franky had said, she'd blush. And Franky loved it.

And then out of nowhere, Erica Davidson was the governor of her prison. The tutoring stopped. There just wasn't enough time. Not that that stopped Franky. Having Erica at the prison every day made things surprisingly easier for her to antagonize the object of her desires. Cheeky comments passed in corridors. Dirty smirks directed in her way whenever she caught Erica staring at her just for a little too long. And it got her off. It got her off knowing what she was doing to Erica without even really trying. Flirting came easily to Franky. And it worked in most cases. She always got what she wanted one way or another.

Every visit Franky made to Erica's office was torture. Erica tried to deny it to herself. She wasn't attracted to Franky Doyle. She ignored the way her stomach fluttered when Franky made her trademark move – licking her lips. The brunette was expressive. Her eyes danced with passion whenever she looked at anyone. Her natural sex appeal worked to her advantage. Erica brushed it off for months. She loved her boyfriend. Sex with him was good. Life with him was good. They had a nice house. They got on. Over time the butterflies had gone away, the passion in their sex dwindled. But they still had sex. At least once or twice a week, whenever he felt the need to roll on top of her and tell her how much he loved her. But it wasn't exciting. Erica dreamed of adventure. She wanted it dirty. She wanted it rough. She was sick of nice sex. And whenever Franky looked at her the way she did, she could see the promise in her eyes. Franky wasn't the type of girl to have nice sex. Franky was good. She was better than good. And she knew it. Not that she let on, ever. Not that she once flirted back. She pushed away Franky's advances as best as she knew how. But it never stopped the prisoner from trying.
But what she felt for Franky, she told herself, wasn't all sexual. She felt something for her. She felt she needed to be protected. It hurt her when anyone spoke badly of her former student. Hearing Derek Channing call Franky 'a complete waste of time and resources' stung – and she was quick to retaliate with a scathing 'stop it'. She'd cursed herself internally. She'd made her true feelings obvious to anyone who bothered to look into it. And she thought Derek could see it. He'd passed a comment. It echoed in her head.
"I know how easily lines can blur between officers and prisoners." Erica kept straightfaced. Better to not respond at all than to respond and give herself away. She'd left the office, made herself a coffee, and returned to hers for as long as she could manage without interruption.

She couldn't even escape Franky when she went home. Her dreams were plagued by the prisoner. Every night, images of the two of them together flashed through her mind. They felt so real. She felt the delicate kisses across her shoulders. The intricate patterns Franky swirled over her skin with rushing fingertips. Over and over, Franky asked her what she wanted her to do to her. What would please her? What would send her crashing over the edge? The dreams were hot, and sweaty, and everything she thought she didn't want. She'd wake up panting, the bedsheets sticking to her skin, slick with sweat. Yet she pushed the thoughts away as best as she could. She'd get out of bed, take a shower, and go about her day like nothing had happened. But it was getting so much harder to ignore. Franky made her question herself. She didn't like it, but it was the truth. And now she had a decision to make.

The department thought Franky had 'potential'. She needed to decide on some career options, it would benefit her greatly in the short term and long term. She'd proposed the idea to the brunette, bringing her into her office for a chat, and Franky had agreed. On one condition. She wanted Erica as her tutor, and Erica wasn't sure. She'd said no straight away. It wasn't possible, she'd said. She didn't have the time. Both were lies. The real reason was that she didn't trust herself around Franky. The woman did things to her she couldn't explain. She lost control in her presence and that was one thing as governor she couldn't afford to do. She needed her wits about her at all times. She'd gone straight to Derek to explain. She tried to palm it off, deeming Franky's demands as 'unreasonable'. Derek had told her to do whatever it took to get her to agree. So she'd caved. She walked into her first tutoring session with Franky bracing herself for the hour to come. And it had started less than thirty seconds in.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist."
That session Franky had tried her best to provoke Erica. She wanted a reaction. She'd brought up her sex life. How she'd fucked men because it was expected of her, and until she'd fucked a woman she realized she'd been getting it wrong for years. Something in Erica had snapped. Her insides burned at Franky's words. She thought about all the women Franky had been with. All the women that had fallen for her charms, her quick wit, all the women that had the pleasure of Franky's touch. The pleasure of Franky's mouth all over them. She didn't know whether it was jealousy or frustration that had made her do it, but she'd called the brunette out. The term 'deliberately provocative' slipped out, which Franky point blank denied. And Erica had saw the hurt in Franky's eyes when she'd spat out the words 'It did nothing for me'.
But it had.

And now, Franky was in her office again. Erica had watched her over CCTV for a lot longer than she'd cared to admit. She'd been in the yard with a girl from her block. Kim. The pair were almost an item. Franky liked her. She was a good friend. A good fuck. Nothing more. Erica had seen them together a lot. But she'd convinced herself that Franky didn't care much for the girl. She saw the way she looked at Kim. And she visualized the way she looked at her every night in her dreams. It wasn't the same look. When Franky looked at her, it was like she was seeing straight through her soul. Franky read her like a book and Erica both relished and hated it. She had to work hard to hide her true feelings. She saw Franky and Kim making out in the yard and it bugged her. She'd called for Will Jackson to bring Franky to her immediately. It was urgent.
So when Will had interrupted things with Kim, and Miss Davidson's name had been mentioned, Franky lit up.
"Doyle, Miss Davidson wants you in her office," he'd said, and Franky had smirked, gently pushing Kim away from her.
"Does she want me, or does she need me?" She'd grinned, standing up. Will shook his head.
"Just come with me." It was an order Franky wasn't going to refuse. She kissed Kim on the cheek and walked three steps behind Will the entire way to the office Franky knew so well.
She sauntered in after the warden, hands clasped tight behind her back, looking down at her shoes, waiting for the exact moment to look seductively up into Erica's eyes, biting down on her lip. She swore she saw Erica shudder.
"Franky Doyle, Miss Davidson."
"Thank you, Will. You can go now. Shut the door behind you." Ever formal, Franky noted. Ever beautiful.
"Shutting the door, hey?" Franky sauntered forward, leaning on the small chair with both hands knowing full well that was the way to show off her impressive arm muscles to the governor. "Is this a private conversation?" She licked her bottom lip, her eyes wide. Erica pretended not to notice.
"Sit down, Franky," she shuffled papers on her desk, pretending she had something important to talk about.
"Mr Jackson said you, uh, needed me," she smiled, her voice lowering.
"Franky, I said sit down." Erica looked Franky dead in the eye, her guard up.
"Come on, Erica. I've not done anything wrong. Why am I here"
"It's Miss Davidson," Erica sighed, she was wearing already and Franky could tell.
"You never used to mind me calling you by your name." Franky retorted, finally doing as she was told and sitting down in the chair opposite the governor. She pushed the boundaries, but she wouldn't deliberately disobey orders from the governor. She had respect for her. She'd helped her a lot. Plus, she cared about Erica. More than she cared to admit.
"Franky…" Erica started a warning, trailing off.
"Erica…" Franky replied playfully, taking the same tone as the blonde opposite her. Erica smiled. Result. "Why am I here?" Suddenly serious, Franky relaxed back on the chair. She left it a few seconds and when Erica didn't reply, she asked again. "Erica?"
"I've…" Erica still didn't have anything, and the way the brunette was staring at her was making it even harder to think. Franky raised her eyebrows in mock suspense, but said nothing. "How are things in your unit?" Erica finally spoke. And it was the lamest conversation topic she could have presented.
"This is why you needed me urgently? To ask how my unit is?" Franky asked, leaning forward slightly. Erica said nothing but kept her eyes fixed on Franky. "Nah," the brunette shook her head. "Why am I really here, Erica? What do you want from me? Because I don't know anything about whatever you want to know about. I've kept myself low this week. Nothing has happened that could possibly have me involved. So why am I here? Did you just want the pleasure of my company?" Yes, Erica thought, but she kept it quiet. "Huh?" Franky leaned an elbow on Erica's desk, her arm extending across the middle of the wood. Her right hand landed inches away from Erica's left and Erica fought not to unclench her fingers to touch the other woman's.
"I just thought we needed a catch up." Erica's fingers twitched against her palm.
"You get a kick out of pulling me in here, don't you?" Franky tested the waters, watching the governor's body language with each word. She'd chatted up enough women to know which words got which response to women who were interested in her. "You get off on the power." Erica swallowed at the thought of 'getting off'. It was subtle, but Franky saw it.
"That's enough!" Erica stood up suddenly, her words harsh. Franky leaned back in her chair and smirked. "I don't need a reason to bring you here, this is my prison. My rules. If I want to see you in my office, you come to my office and listen to what I have to say!" Erica's voice raised more with each sentence until she was halfway to shouting. She finished talking and went quiet, checking the window to her office to make sure nobody had heard her lose her cool. They hadn't.
"You've gotta have a reason." Franky said, still grinning. She loved it when Erica got a little mad. It made her slip up and say things she had tried to keep to herself. Franky knew she cared. They'd both spent a lot of time in Erica's office. They'd both cried to each other privately, separated in more ways than one between a desk and the law. Erica had said things to Franky that she wouldn't have said to any other prisoner. It was never a declaration of love. There was never any talk of how Erica felt about Franky apart from the fact that she 'cared' about her. Franky had huffed at the time. It hadn't meant anything back then. Erica was meant to care for the prisoners. That was the point, Franky had said. They were in her care. Erica had just shook her head quietly and wiped away a tear. Franky had stormed out back to her cell to calm down. To think it all over. The next time their paths crossed everything was back to normal. Franky had been extra arrogant to prove a point. Erica had been extra harsh with her words, but her eyes had told an entirely different story. Over time it had clicked to Franky. She'd realized that Erica cared about her more than the others. She had just been too stubborn to have seen it.
"I have a reason!" Erica spat.
"Then tell me." Franky stood up, sincerity laced her voice. "I've got places to go. People to see." She raised an eyebrow. Erica grimaced. People to see, she thought. Images of Franky and Kim came to mind.
"Your relationship with Kim," Erica began. She knew she was treading on thin ice. She had to be careful. "It's inappropriate." She didn't quite meet Franky's eye.
"That's bullshit, Erica," Franky was suddenly angry. "Since when?!"
"Since you sleep with each other anywhere you can!"
"Bullshit!"
"I've seen – I've had reports. Complaints. It makes the other women uncomfortable."
"That's a lie." Franky stepped towards the governor.
"No it isn't."
"You're jealous," Franky mumbled, running a hand through her hair.
"What?!"
"You're jealous! You've not had reports. Nobody's complained. You're just jealous!"
"Of what?!" Erica spluttered, her face red. Franky laughed.
"You tell me, Erica."
"It's Miss DAVIDSON." Erica slammed a palm down onto her desk. It took them both by surprise and Franky stepped back, jumping. Franky ran a hand over her face, her hands shaking slightly.
"Fuck," she half whispered as silence filled the room. There was nothing else to say. For once, words escaped her. She looked at Erica, who was staring out of the window. Anywhere but at Franky. That would be dangerous. Franky took the opportunity to study the blonde's face. It was flushed. Her eyes were watering in the corners and she blinked back the tears. Franky sighed, taking her in. Her eyes wandered to what she could see of the governor's chest. The exposed flesh above the closed buttons on her blouse matched the pink on her cheeks. Her torso heaved with each breath, the rise and fall mesmerizing the brunette. And then Erica stopped staring into space and turned her head to catch Franky's eye. Instantly, she knew it was a mistake. Something ignited inside Franky and she jumped to attention. The prisoner walked quickly towards Erica before she changed her mind.
With a swift push, Erica's back hit the wall a few paces behind her and strong hips locked her into place. The tears she was trying to hard not to let fall splashed down her cheeks involuntarily. She tried to push Franky away but couldn't. She didn't want to, not really. But she had to look like she'd tried. For her own sake. She had to prove she wasn't a pushover. Franky's lips briefly pressed against her own, before she took another try at pushing away, her hands on Franky's shoulders as she fought against the smaller woman, but she couldn't. She was tired of fighting. Tired of fighting the fact that she wanted Franky more than anything, and having her pressed so tightly against her front burned her up. Their lips crashed together again and although she didn't respond at first, letting Franky slip her hands through her hair to hold her head in place, she stopped pushing and let it happen. And God, it was good.