Although Bridget wasn't Franky's counselor anymore it didn't mean they couldn't interact. Ferguson was gone and Vera had loosened her bun so they didn't have to tiptoe around each other. Bridget agreed to help Franky prep for her parole hearing, but more then that, it was an excuse for both of them to just be in each others presence. During those prepping session sparks were flying and the flirting was off the charts. Their chemistry was insane, almost intoxicating.
One day they were in the library going trough Franky's legal stuff. There were heaps of eye gazing, innocent accidental touches and Bridget felt like she needed to lighten the mood. "So, what's the first thing you're going to do when you get out?" Franky's gaze traveled slowly from Bridget's eyes down to her very low cut neckline. "Franky, my eyes are up here" Bridget said with her low throaty voice that made Franky blink more than once. "Well, a leopard can't change it's spots Gidg", Franky answered with a beaming smile that made Bridget's heart skip a beat. "Right..now come on, let's concentrate, play time's over". "Sure thing Doc" Franky responded, and brushed her hand against Bridget's bare forearm "I'm all your's". And she meant it. She truly meant it.
It was finally the day of Franky's hearing. The drive to the place the hearing was held lasted about 15 minutes. This was the first time Franky was outside Wentworth since her imprisonment. It was beautiful. She started to envision all the things she would do with Bridget once she got out. Even the idea of just sitting in a coffee shop or buying groceries with her was making Franky feel like she was on top of the world. She was smiling so much her face hurt.
The hearing room was decorated like the freaks office used to be. If you could call that decorating. Cold and clinical. There was a long table with six chairs and they were all occupied by two women and four men in suits. Linoleum floors that made every voice sound like an echo. An eerie atmosphere. The officer escorting Franky shut the door behind them. One of the suits told Franky to have a seat at the table located at the center of the room. Thank god there was one window because otherwise the room had been like the slot.
There was a small ray of sunshine coming from the window high in the wall. But that that wasn't the only light in the room. A light more brighter was Bridget Westfall. She sat in the corner and looked at Franky in a way that could only be interpreted as affection so deep it drills a hole into your soul. It was amazing how many feelings she could transmit with just a single look. That light would never fade in Franky's eyes. She had felt so nervous stepping in the room but after seeing Bridget she felt calm. Bridget nodded slightly and smiled. It was as if she had said "Don't worry Franky, you can do this".
The hearing took about and hour. Bridget talked about Franky's progress during their sessions and they also heard from Franky. "Ms Doyle, it is the decision of this board that you have served enough of your sentence and are now capable of returning to society." Those were the words that Franky had waited so long to hear but to actually hear them, it felt so unreal. She was bewildered. "Ms Doyle, do you understand what I just told you?" "Yes, yes I do, thank you". "You will now be returned into Wentworth prison for the time it takes to process your release which should take about a week"
Franky looked at Bridget and they both had tears in their eyes. She was then escorted into a holding room where she was supposed to wait for her transport back to Wentworth. She still couldn't quite comprehend that she was actually going to be released. The door opened and Bridget stepped in. Months of need, anguish, hope, love and every possible feeling in between culminated in that one moment. Franky was almost afraid, frozen to place. Bridget took the lead and closed the short distance. The moment was breathtaking, excruciatingly beautiful. And they both had waited so long for it.
Bridget, smiling that smile that Franky fell in love with lifted her hand and gently touched the side of Franky's face. The first touch of their lips was unhurried, the slow and sweet anticipation made it feel so good. Franky took a step closer and deepened the kiss. Her other hand was on Bridget's waist pulling her closer and with her right hand she slowly traced her fingers down Bridget's neck. A small sound of absolute ecstasy escaped from Bridget and it made Franky smile against her lips. Bridget traced Franky's lips with her tongue and Franky's hands began roaming all over the petite blonde's slender body. Franky wanted to search, feel, touch and kiss every inch of her skin. She would never get enough of her. Never. They finally came apart and Franky took Bridget's face into her hands and moved her thumb across her cheek. "Bridget Westfall, I love you". Bridget tilted her head and smiled "Franky Doyle, I love you more".
