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It's been way too long, but I am back! Enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Wentworth or these characters.
Previously:
"I've never done this." Franky spoke her voice small and uncertain.
Hearing Franky's voice breaking near the end and hearing her words made Bridget realize how deeply Franky had been deprived of tenderness, of love… Although it had been a while since Bridget had been in a serious relationship, nothing compared to this, she grew up in a family full of love. And even now, as an adult, she knew love. Bridget lovingly placed both hands on Franky's cheeks, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Franky tenderly on the forehead.
"You're safe here sweetheart." Bridget voiced, embracing Franky is a big hug. Bridget could feel Franky trembling in her arms, trying to get a grip on her emotions.
"I'm okay." Franky spoke after some time.
Continuation:
Only when Bridget could feel Franky's heartbeat returning to normal, the psychologist loosened her tight grip around the woman's body. Even when Bridget saw the younger woman struggling, she herself felt a mix of emotions. On the one side she was hurting as well, seeing Franky struggling with her emotions and feeling how the past still made her feel so much and so deeply. But on the other side Bridget felt excited, arousal very present at the moment. Her nipples were stiff and brushing against Franky's chest, wetness dripping on the inside of her tights mixing with the water streaming over their bodies. But she wouldn't push Franky in any way, Bridget could handle her state of being aroused. Some things were more important!
"I'm really okay." Franky repeated, a loud breath escaping her mouth. "I like this." The younger woman smirked, brushing her breasts against Bridget's, bringing their hips together as well.
"Hmmm." Bridget breathed, getting lost in the feelings Franky was creating between them. But she wanted to make sure the younger woman was truly fine before taking things any further.
"Franky, honey, believe me when I say that I like this too. But I'm not pushing you right?" The psychologist asked, letting Franky show her own insecurities for a moment.
"You're not Gidget, I fucking want this. I want to be here with you!" Franky emphasized, brushing some loose hair away from Bridget's face before catching the older woman's lips in a deep kiss.
"What now?" Franky spoke, not really knowing where to go from here. The younger woman had had her fair deal of shower sex and knew how it works, but she didn't want to jump right into it with Bridget. Her girlfriend deserves much more!
"We get clean, you woman." Bridget exclaimed, a big smile plastered on her face. She truly believed Franky was fine and handling herself, but the psychologist didn't want their first time making love to be in the shower. She wanted to worship the younger woman, exploring her lover's body thoroughly. Showering Franky with all the love Bridget felt for her and all the love she deserves!
A loud and joyful laugh escaped Franky's mouth, only Bridget could make such a serious and profound moment so light with just a couple of words. Getting clean was the most logical thing to do when showering, of course!
"You're amazing!" Franky voiced, nuzzling Bridget's neck playfully.
"I know." Bridget smirked, squeezing Franky's butt cheeks lightly. "Can I wash your hair?"
"Hmmm…" Franky murmured, peppering Bridget's collarbone and neck with little kisses.
Both women washed each other hair, enjoying the closeness the action brought. It was quite funny how the psychologist needed to stand on her tiptoes to reach Franky's hair, even when Franky leaned forward lowering her head a little. Franky herself loved the intimacy that caused washing Bridget's hair and afterward her body as well. Well safe from the private area between her legs. The women had not talked about that, but it was clear that that intimate area would be saved for when they were in the privacy of their bedroom. The psychologist afterward took her turn washing Franky's body, not touching the area around the younger woman's breast and pubic's. After getting cleaned thoroughly and sharing some tender moments the couple made their way toward the bedroom. Bridget handed Franky some underwear before putting some on herself, not bothering with any more clothes.
"Seeing something you like?" Bridget voiced, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
Franky was currently standing in the doorway leading toward the bedroom, gazing unfounded at the older woman who was sitting on the bed. The psychologist had such a beautiful body and having the privilege to touch her and just be with her was a huge deal for the younger woman.
"Are you going to join me? I have a little present for you." Bridget continued, looking Franky's alluring body up and down openly.
"A present?" Franky questioned, flopping down next to Bridget on the bed, not feeling ashamed of her current lack of clothes. Franky could not put into words how grateful she was about Bridget not touching her near her breasts and in doing so showing her how much the older woman respected her body.
"Yes honey. You got your degree, remember?" Bridget answered, smiling. "That deserves a gift!"
"Oooh yeah." Franky exclaimed, moving around on the bed so she was facing the other woman.
"Here." Bridget responded, offering her a small gift.
After everything Bridget had already done for her, Bridget was giving her a gift? Seriously? Would the woman ever understand what she had done for her. How much Bridget support and love had helped Franky to become the woman she was today?
"You didn't have to do that Gidge, you've already done so much for me. it's too much." Franky put into words, her voice small and uncertain.
"It's not Franky, everything you achieved is because of your hard work. I'm so proud and I can tell you that over and over again and I will mean it every time. But I want to give you something small as well. Please open it?" Bridget voiced, lovingly stroking Franky's cheeks while speaking.
"Okay." The younger woman uttered, kissing Bridget on the cheek.
Franky opened the gift slowly, enjoying the act. It was so rare for her to receive any gifts. When she was a child and her father still lived with them, he would from time to time bring her a gift. Each of them she treasured dearly as a kid. But once it was just her mom and she, she never received any gifts anymore. Maybe up until her days in prison when some of the women had given her a small gift, as a way to thank her or whatever. A lovely smile appeared on Franky's face, as well as tears that sprang into her eyes. Bridget had given her a small but wonderful necklace, a kite dangling on a hanger.
"I thought it could symbolize your freedom." Bridget whispered, seeing the confused and emotional look on Franky's face.
"I love it." Franky uttered, her fingers shivering when taking the necklace out of the box. "Thank you." Franky put into words, tears streaming from her eyes.
"Hey hey…" Bridget spoke, placing both hands on Franky's cheeks. "This wasn't supposed to make you cry honey." Bridget continued, not having expected such a forceful reaction out of her lover.
"Sorry." Franky responded, wiping her eyes profoundly.
"It's okay sweetheart." The psychologist told her immediately. "Do you need a hand with that?" The older woman asked, pointing toward the necklace.
"Yes, please." Franky spoke.
"Turn around." Bridget told her, gently taking the necklace from the younger woman and putting it around her neck.
"It looks beautiful on you honey." Bridget whispered, pulling Franky into her body back to chest.
"Thank you." Franky repeated, placing her hands on top on Bridget's, a lonely tear escaping her eye.
"Can we order in some food for a change and eat in bed?" Franky asked, turning around in Bridget's arms, a hopeful smile plastered on her face.
"Absolutely!" Bridget answered, kissing Franky afterward.
"Thank you Gidge, you didn't have to give me that." Franky spoke, looking directly into the older woman's eyes, letting her see how honest her words were.
"You deserve it Franky." Bridget responded, pulling herself closer toward Franky's body. The psychologist kissed Franky's lips hard. She had been, despite Franky having a difficult time at the beginning of their shower, so turned on by their closeness and these feelings were all coming back all at once.
"Don't stop." Franky whined, once oxygen became necessary but immediately diving back in for more. Franky deepened their kiss, gracing Bridget's lips asking for permission to bring their tongues in the mix. Bridget on the other hand brought her arms around the younger woman's torso, loving the feeling of their chest brushing together even with their bra's still on. The psychologist knew that some areas were forbidden to touch, but that didn't keep her from touching Franky wherever she could. When once again both women needed some air, Franky started kissing the other woman's neck, loving the little noises Bridget produced when Franky hid just the right spot. Slowly the younger woman made her way toward the top of Bridget's breasts, kissing and nipping the exposed skin there. Being urged by the psychologist moans, Franky silently asked if it was okay for her to open and remove Bridget's bra, which the other woman gladly allowed.
"You're so fucking beautiful Gidge." Franky spoke against Bridget's skin, seeing the way her nipples hardened even further.
"You're not so bad yourself." Bridget smirked, kissing her girlfriend's collarbone tenderly. "Can I take of your bra as well?" Bridget tentatively asked. The psychologist knew that the skin below her lover's breast was of limits. The older woman guessed it had most likely something to do with the many scars that marred her skin there. Bridget didn't want to overstep any boundaries, but longed to feel more of Franky's skin.
"Sure." Franky responded eagerly.
These last few weeks Bridget and Franky had talked more and more about how to voice to one another if things were okay or not. And in the end, they came to the understanding that they wouldn't lie about their feelings or thoughts, ever. So when Franky told her she was sure, Bridget knew for the 100% that she was. So slowly, while placing tender kisses all over Franky's upper body, the older woman opened the clamp of the younger women's bra, lowered the straps slowly and finally tossed the bra somewhere on the ground.
"Hmmmm fuck Franky." Bridget moaned, seeing Franky amazing breasts and hard nipples. Gently but o so slowly Bridget blow a warm breath right over her left nipple.
"Gidge…" Franky whined.
"Can I?" Bridget asked, her hands almost touching her girlfriend's breast.
"Yes please." Franky whispered, her voice lanced with arousal and longing for the psychologist's touch.
"O god, Gidge… Why haven't we done this any sooner?" Franky uttered, in between the gasps that escaped her mouth. "This feels amazing." The younger woman voiced, Bridget's ministrations only adding to her already peaking arousal.
"Because we needed our time to come to this moment." Bridget whispered against Franky's right breast, her hand gently cupping the younger woman's left breast.
"Hmmm…" Franky murmured, enjoying Bridget's hands on her breast. The younger woman rested her head in the nape of Bridget's neck, simply getting lost in the sensations the older woman was creating.
"I love you." Bridget spoke, for a minute removing herself from the lover's breast and lovingly cupping Franky's face.
A shy smile appeared on Franky's face, she knew she felt the same and she hoped her actions showed that… But the younger woman guessed she may be ready to voice her love out loud as well. Franky took some deep breaths, before looking at Bridget with the most open and honest gaze.
"I love you too." The younger woman whispered, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
Bridget knew Franky loved her as well, her actions spoke so loudly and saying that she was in love with her had not been difficult for the younger woman. The psychologist herself had voiced her love for the other woman quite a few times. Not shying away from her own feelings, just because Franky may not be ready to voice her own feelings. But hearing the words now was such a profound moment, not because she hadn't known or rather guessed that Franky loves her as well, but because it meant that the younger woman was feeling secure and safe enough to yet again be even more open with her. In response to Franky's words, Bridget embraced Franky in a tight hug, bringing their body down on the mattress, that way she could cuddle herself into Franky's body.
"Thank you." Franky whispered yet again. She was lying on her back, Bridget cuddled into her side her head resting on top of Franky's left breast.
"Shhh no need." The psychologist spoke calmly. They were in this relationship together and they were both enjoying it. The older woman could feel Franky's body relaxing more and more, time becoming an abstract concept between them. Although Bridget's body tingled all over, a result of their quite intense make-out and a bid more, she loved these moments between them so much more.
"You're okay sweetheart?" Bridget questioned, tenderly caressing Franky's side while avoiding the area that was off limits.
"Hmmm, I am. Are you?" Franky answered, looking up into Bridget's eyes.
"Yes, it's been a big day but I couldn't be more happy and proud!" Bridget put into words, placing a tender kiss on Franky's breast.
"You're my rock Gidge. I've never dreamed of all of this. I've never thought I would be feeling so happy. I've been angry for so long and I never thought I could ever feel like this. I'm kind of scared that all of this, you know…" Franky put into words, not finishing her sentence. Her voice was a little unsteady and small, placing a small kiss on top of the older woman's head afterward.
Bridget pushed herself up so she was face to face with the younger woman. She slowly kissed Franky's lips, not letting it go to far because she was still feeling the aftermath of their make-out. "You've worked hard for all of this, it's not going away honey. You have me, I love you and I'm not going anywhere either." Bridget voiced carefully.
The older woman knew that despite being in relationship for a couple of months now, the younger woman bared a lot of scars and it would take time before she really believed that what they got would not just go away. Bridget would do everything to make sure that Franky knew how much she loves her, how much she cared about their relationship and that the younger woman could relay and trust her. Sharing a shower and the intimate moments that followed may seem like a small step for a lot of couples, but for the them it felt huge. The psychologist knew they would talk about their feelings more later on, but now she was just happy to be as close as possible to the woman she loves and offer her the reassurance she needed. They both needed to know that this was real.
"Yeah… Just stay with me?" Franky questioned, not able to hide the insecurities from her voice.
"Always!" Bridget exclaimed, snuggling in closer.
I love writing, but I'm such a procrastinator... September will be the month I learn how to keep to a schedule and update more regularly! But I do love all of you who kept reading this story and all of you who send me some lovely review! THANK YOU!
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