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Title: Hello, Governor

Author: Stephaniand

Rating: T (I'm teasing you. But rating will eventually change to M. This means the story will not show up automatically. If you do not find the story, change the Rating on your fanfiction search browser)

Genre: Romance/Crime/Drama

Perspective: Erica Davidson First Person

Pairing: Erica/Franky

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My Wildest Fantasy

The prison was complete chaos.

I watched Vera and Will as they walked past my office, each with a hand on Bea. She had a stoic, blank look on her face. To be truthful, it filled me with dread. Not only had I supported this woman, but the way she was walking down that hall, completely covered in another woman's blood, with that blank look on her face. She was now charged with attempted murder of her husband, and the murder of Jacqueline Holt.

As I watched them go, my expression stoic as well, my posture stick-straight, my gaze cold, lips stretched in a thin line. It wasn't often that something would pierce my stone-cold business-like exterior. I had to make sure I had the situation under control.

I turned around and opened the door to my office. The women would be pretty riled up. I pressed a number of the phone, readying all the preparations so that my staff would have them under control. Control, I was in control.

With the Bea situation many women, especially those in her block, would be looking for something to do, someone to blame. They would start asking questions I wasn't currently ready to answer. But I would be ready. By the time they did. I was aware of the consideration that she put into her work with these women, but truly believed it made a change, that it kept things from causing too big of a problem for myself. This way I could handle it. Then there were the women that had been with Jacs for the full ride, those who had been faithful to her despite all the things she'd done. She knew it wasn't out of warmth and love, just out of a need to survive. Staying with Jacs had given them safety and protection from the woman herself. Now that woman was dead. Most likely, however, they wouldn't just be wandering around without a leader. If I knew Franky, she'd probably be jumping at the first chance to get all those women on her side.

Franky.

For two seconds there I thought maybe she could stop thinking about her. I had come to realize something, though, now that Jacs was dead.

In Wentworth's women's prison there were two women in charge. One did it because she needed to feel in control. The other just did it for the thrill. She knew what she wanted, and when she wanted it, she just took it.

Like she had taken me. Against a wall. In my own office.

Now I was leaning on the desk with both hands grasping the edge, my eyes slowly closing, mouth opening to try to take even breaths as I imagined Franky coming up behind me, grabbing my neck as I leaned back into her touch, her hot breath on my neck, hips suddenly and roughly pushing at mine from behind, my own breasts pressed hard against the cold wood of the desk…

I gulped and licked my lips, a hand covering my mouth, suddenly feeling very, very hungry. I stood up quickly and walked out the door, destination clear in my mind.

The moment I walked out into the sunlit prison yard where the women spent their free time, Vera at her side as my escort, I knew I had made a mistake.

A little crowd was gathered around what seemed to be nothing more than a friendly match of basketball. A match Franky was quite actively taking part in. She had the ball, and I decided to spend some precious moments standing stock-still in the middle of the yard, watching the muscles ripple under Franky's sun-kissed skin, swoon-worthy smile in place as always, sure that that same ball which bounced up and down under her hand would soon be going into the net. She grinned and licked her lips, a mischievous glint in her eye as a woman tried to basically pounce on her. She turned her back to the huge woman and bounced the ball a few more times, swiftly zigzagging her way across three or four women, all on her own, it seemed, and stretched her arm, as her feet left the ground.

The ball went through the net smoothly and Franky dangled on the metal for a few more moments before she let herself fall, smiling joyfully at the women who'd played with her and high-fiving some. She sure loved winning. She had been talking to a girl when suddenly she noticed the governor looking at her, staring at her, in the most inappropriate way. She grinned and raised her head, eyes running their course up and down my body, the same way she'd like her hands to. She turned her body towards me.

"See something you like, Erica?" she asked as she came closer. Some women stood up to follow her, but she just shook her heads at them with a grin.

"Maybe I do," I threw back at her, my voice low and still ringing of some left-over arousal from her daydream, the protagonist of which was staring right at her in the most delicious way. There was also a surprised glint in her eyes. Normally she'd have to coax me a bit more to get me to say things like this, what I really wanted to say.

We just stared into each other's eyes for a spell, her gaze lowering shamelessly to my lips, tongue flickering out to wet her own. I wanted to feel that tongue on my body so badly it was embarrassing. My mouth opened just slightly and my gaze flickered between her eyes and mouth quickly.

Suddenly Vera touched my arm, "Miss Davidson?"

I had completely forgotten she was even there. It was like a bucket of cold water. I turned towards her. Vera, you Buzz-Kill. You insufferable, worthless, piece of… Wait. This is just the frustration talking. I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to refrain myself from killing the woman. But oh, if eyes could kill. She'd be dead and I'd be in this prison by now.

"What is it?" I asked her, trying to keep my frustration under control.

"Is there a reason we're here?" Her eyes kept flitting over to the prisoner's smug face with her eyebrow raised.

Questioning my orders in front of the other prisoners? "Miss Bennett," I said slowly, lowly, coldly, staring at her in silent rage, "you will do as I say, when I say so, and how I say so," I firmly informed her, "and most specially," I emphasized each word, "you will not question my authority."

Vera started to protest, but I simply sent her away. The inmates were returning to their cells, and Franky chose that very moment to pass by my side slowly, oh so slowly, and whisper in my ear, hot air trailing down my neck and making me moan quietly, but desperately.

"I love it when you talk like that," she whispered, letting her lips ghost over the sensitive skin on my neck, "You will be dreaming of me tonight," she said firmly, smugly, "you know that don't you?"

"Yes." I didn't recognize my voice. It had lowered an octave in the time it took me to turn my head around, eyes diving straight for the lips, something my own mouth couldn't do. When I looked up, her eyes had been trained on my lips as well. Her tongue darted out as she grinned playfully up at me again, probably seeing the need, the helplessness in my eyes. Thriving on it.

"Good." She walked away. And I thought I heard her whisper, "So will I."