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Previously:
"Do you want to stay the night? I mean, just sleeping, nothing else." Bridget added, seeing a flash of lust in the other woman's eyes.
"It is quiet late…" Franky reasoned, secretly all too happy with Bridget's proposal. "But I've got nothing of my stuff here."
"You can borrow some of my clothes to sleep in and I think I have a new spare toothbrush as well… It is just an idea. It's already late and I don't want you to leave just yet." Bridget confessed honestly.
"You're sure Gidge?" Franky questioned. She wanted to stay, even if the only thing they did was sleeping. Being nearby Bridget was what she wanted, but she had to make sure they were on the same page here.
"I am Franky. I do have to get up in the morning quiet early and I guess you need to be at you place on time as well, but why not?"
"Okay, why not." Franky smirked.
Chapter 6
A little after 10.30 pm Bridget and Franky decided to go to bed, both feeling pretty tired. Franky was a little curious about how things, sleeping in the same bed, would work out. It was not like she came prepared, she hadn't even brought some clothes to sleep in or a toothbrush with her, let alone clothes for the next day. Bridget had assured her that she could borrow some of her stuff, but she still felt quite apprehensive. Yet Franky couldn't wait to get into the other woman's bed, that was something she wanted for a very long time now. Of course she was physically attracted to the older woman, there was no denying that. But it was more than that, she trusted Bridget and sharing a bed together, hopefully sleeping very closely together was something Franky looked forward to. She had never felt this way before, in the past she loved to fuck her exes and she loved the release that came along with it. But simply sharing a bed, and some tender moments was never a thing she preferred to do. It made her feel weak to expose herself like that, so she never did but this time around it felt different. Bridget already knew a lot about her, yet so little, but somehow the psychologist had captured her heart. Point was, she wanted to fall asleep next to Bridget and she looked forward to the night.
Bridget had lovingly placed a tender kiss on Franky's lips, standing on her toes, when they entered her bedroom. She could feel Franky's slightly elevated heartbeat against her fingers that where resting on the younger woman's neck. She guessed this moment was something new for the both of them. In the past Bridget had been in some relationships, but in the end they always ended badly. The psychologist was a very independent woman and sharing her life and space with someone else was something she had trouble with. Or at least it took her a long time to get used to it, but she hoped that this time things would turn out differently. She had never felt so much and so deep for another woman, so that was a great start she guessed. Bridget was so in love with Franky and although it may make her think a little less rationally, she was sure about her feelings. Franky was a very special woman and Bridget hoped that she could show her just how special and unique she is.
Tonight would hopefully be the first of many others nights, Bridget hoped. After kissing Franky, she slowly turned around and walked toward her closet, a big smile plastered on her face. In her closet she selected a top and short for Franky to wear for the night.
"You think this will work?" Bridget asked, giving the selected items to Franky.
"Yeah, it should be fine. You know... I can always just sleep naked." Franky smirked, inspecting the clothes Bridget had giving her.
"Maybe one day very soon." Bridget responded quickly, stepping closer toward Franky till they were standing chest to chest.
"I can't fucking wait for that day to come." Franky spoke, her voice low and seductive. She gently placed both arms around the other woman's waist, slowly sucking on Bridget's neck.
"Hmmmm... Franky." Bridget voiced quietly, getting lost in the sensations Franky was creating. "We can't, not yet."
Franky remembered the words the psychologist had said to her a while back in prison, when they were standing between the bookshelves in the library. Bridget was not saying the same exact words at the moment, but it was close enough to make Franky recall her time behind bars.
"I know." Franky spoke, resting her forehead against the older woman's shoulder, a deep breath escaping her mouth. She knew this moment what not the right time to take things further, although it was quite clear that both women wanted more. They literally just started a relationship a couple of hours ago, and needed time to get used to that transition.
In the past Franky had no problem getting in bed with any woman the same night she would met her, but Bridget was not just any woman. She cared about her, and Franky was quite sure she was in love with her. And she wanted to respect her and not force her in any way possible. Franky could wait a little longer being intimate with Bridget, but god she couldn't fucking wait for that day to come either.
"I'm in love with you Gidge." Franky whispered, readjusting her grip till she was hugging the woman more closely. The younger woman rested her head on Bridget's shoulder once again, while at the same time placing both arms around the other woman's waist. "Thank you…"
"You're so welcome honey." Bridget responded, using a nickname for the other woman for the first time. The psychologist lovingly stroked Franky's back up and down, sensing the younger need for some comfort. She knew how hard it still was for Franky to put her feelings into actual words, and letting her see her true feelings. Franky always learned that she had to be tough, to act like nothing could hurt her, but Bridget knew that the younger woman felt very deeply. She was sensitive to the feelings of other people even when she not always acted that way.
"I'm in love with you as well." Bridget spoke quietly, kissing the top of Franky's head afterward. "Come on time to sleep. You can use the bathroom first, just look around and use whatever you need. You should find a new toothbrush in the closet under the sink." The psychologist continued, putting some distance between them.
Franky made her way toward the bathroom and was yet again amused at how much she loved Bridget's taste regarding her interior. It was obvious that the older woman lived a pretty comfortable life and could afford beautiful things. It also felt surreal how much Bridget trusted her. She had been at the older woman's home a few times now, and Bridget felt no need to always be close and see what Franky was doing. Franky could roam and inspect every place, whenever she wanted. Bridget had made that clear the second time Franky visited her place. Stating that she trusted her and that there was no reason why she couldn't wander around. But somehow Franky guessed that this, trusting her around her house, was a big step for the older woman as well. The younger woman guessed and kind of knew that Bridget loves to keep as much of her private life, private. So to be granted access to such a big part of the other woman's life, was a big thing. And Franky was not about to take that trust for granted, or abuse it.
Ten minutes later Franky re-entered the bedroom, noticing that Bridget herself had already changed into her sleepwear. The top and shorts the older woman was wearing looked fucking great on her, Franky thought. Bridget was almost ten, or even more than ten years older than Franky, but god she looked so pretty.
The clothes were loose around Bridget's body, on contrary on how the clothes fitted her. Franky felt kind of self-conscious on how she was looking at the moment. While changing clothes Franky had been thinking about when either or not to remove her bra. She hated sleeping with the item on, but she was also thoughtful on how it may look in this situation. Maybe it would be too much too soon? Franky didn't know, but decided to just make herself comfortable and sleep without her bra on. But in hide side is was a stupid argument, because Bridget had opted to sleep without her bra as well, that much Franky could see.
"You look fucking sexy Gidget." Franky voiced, not able to keep her thoughts to herself. The younger woman grabbed Bridget around her waist and brought them chest to chest, before kissing her deeply. A low moan escaped Bridget's mouth, not expecting the kiss but enjoying it anyway.
"Which side of the bed do you prefer?" Franky whispered against the other woman's ear when the kiss ended, leaving them both a little out of breath.
"I usually sleep on the left side, but I don't mind either way." Bridget spoke, placing a tender kiss on Franky's tattoo right above her breast, that was exposed at the moment, before looking Franky into the eyes.
"Right is it." Franky responded happily, having enjoyed Bridget's form of affection.
"Okay, just give me a couple of minutes to get ready for bed, but please make yourself comfortable in the meantime." Bridget put into words, in love with the open and honest look Franky was giving her.
"I will be waiting." Franky smirked, crawling under the covers already, after giving Bridget a long and seductive look when she made her way toward the bathroom.
A little less than ten minutes Bridget later appeared in her bedroom, her face free of any make-up and her hair in a loose tail. Bridget was excited about what would come. Yes, Franky and her only started a relationship a couple of hours ago, but she felt so comfortable in the younger woman's company. And kissing or touching her was something Bridget longed for. Franky had such a great body and mind, the psychologist just couldn't get enough of it.
At the moment Franky was resting on her back under the covers, both hands under her head and her eyes looking up at the ceiling. Bridget made her way under the covers as well, choosing to make herself comfortable. In doing so, the psychologist lay down on her side and rested her head on Franky's chest. One hand encircled the younger woman's stomach, their legs still apart.
"What are you thinking about?" Bridget asked, looking up trying to catch Franky's gaze.
"It just feels so fucking unreal, you know… Us being here … Together, in your bed no less." Franky put into words, hesitating a few times, in order to voice out the right words. She felt grateful, so grateful that Bridget accepted her regardless of her past and all the shit she had done. "Thank you." Franky ended, her voice getting tight with many emotions, tears filling her eyes.
"You don't have to thank me Franky." Bridget started, changing positions so she could look Franky in the eyes properly. The older woman was currently lying on her stomach, next to Franky, her upper body resting on her elbows and forearms. Giving the younger woman one hell of a view into Bridget's clavicle, but decided now was not to time for that.
"What I feel for you… I've tried to keep my distance. To keep everything professional between us while you were still in prison. But I couldn't, that's why I referred you to that other therapist… You know… It was not because you've told me the truth. I never thought we would end up here together, as well. I've dreamed about it, but to actually have you here in my house, in my bed. It feels surreal, but I love it." Bridget told Franky honestly, never breaking eye-contact with the other woman while speaking.
"I love it too." Franky answered after some comfortable silence. The younger woman lovingly stroked Bridget's back, until the psychologist closed the distance between them and lay her upper body on top of Franky's. Very slowly Bridget kissed the corner of Franky's mouth, before capturing her mouth in a full kiss. Their tongues mingling together, both getting lost in the amazing feeling they were creating.
"Hmmm Franky…" Bridget moaned, returning to her side when the kiss ended. "It's stupid…" The psychologist started, still catching her breath. "There's this voice in my head telling me we should take things slowly and explore this thing between us before we go any further. But at the same time I want to make love to you, preferably right now." The older woman voiced, her voice full with emotions. "I know we can't, not yet… Grrr. It's so frustrated!" Bridget spoke.
Franky did her best not to laugh out loud, not because she thought it was funny. Although it kind of was funny, but because she understands Bridget completely. The younger woman lovingly placed her arms around Bridget's waist, keeping her close, while kissing her forehead tenderly.
"I fucking get it Gidge, trust me! You have no idea what you're doing to me. But we do need some time, I don't want to screw this up." Franky spoke, moving around so she was laying on her side as well, facing Bridget.
Bridget gently kissed Franky on the lips, before she started speaking. "You won't screw this up Franky, I won't let you." The older woman smiled, combing away the loose strands of hair from Franky's face tenderly. "We're equals in this, remember?" Bridget continued, stroking Franky's cheek lovingly, with the back of her hand, while her other arm rested around the younger woman's waist.
"Hmmm... It's just makes me confused." Franky whispered, not able to explain her feelings any better at the moment.
"How so?" Bridget asked tentatively.
"I guess, I'm used to crewing things up all my life. And sometimes when I open my eyes in the morning, it feels like I'm still in that fucking place and all this, (waving between them), it just a dream." Franky answered honestly, her voice sounding very small and uncertain.
"I promise you, you're not dreaming Franky. Us, and all of this is real. You've been doing great since you've got out of prison. You're on the right way to graduate on time and I'm convinced you will find the right job as well. And I've got your back, I promise." The older woman put into words, sensing that Franky needed to hear some words of comfort.
"Thanks." Franky spoke silently, a lonely tear escaping her eyes. Bridget was quick to brush it away with her finger, letting her hand rest on Franky's neck afterward.
"You're so worth it honey." Bridget whispered against Franky's ear, before embracing her in a tight hug.
Franky felt kind of overwhelmed, it was so strange and beautiful at the same time to be called worthy and honey. The younger woman was not used to these kind of words, not from anyone. Franky felt so lucky to have met Bridget, even when it was under less ideal circumstances.
To be continued.
I know it's kind of an abrupt end, but I wanted to post something. Sorry...
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