"Alright, another good session today. I think you're making some real progress with understanding your reactions to certain situations, and next week we'll start working on coping mechanisms and strategies you can use." Bridget began walking towards the entrance of the prison.
"Next week?" What about our second session?" Lana had agreed to two sessions a week with the psychologist.
"I'm not here the rest of the week, but I'll see you first thing on Monday when I'm back." The blonde had intentionally left this information until the last minute.
"But we...why won't you be here?" The young inmate could feel her heart rate pick up.
"I'm taking some personal leave. Only three days," Bridget reassured her.
"Personal leave? Like you're going away on vacation?" Lana wanted to see how far she could push it before the blonde put up her usual boundaries.
"Something like that, yes." She'd known that this probably wouldn't go over well.
"What if I need to talk to someone?" the young inmate asked in a quiet voice.
"There will be a psych on call in case there's an emergency." The blonde understood why Lana was a bit upset.
"I don't want to talk to him. I don't know him, I don't trust him. I want to come out here, and talk with you." She chewed on the skin beside her fingernail.
"I know. You'll be fine though, I promise." Bridget gave her a small smile. "You've made a lot of progress since we started our sessions."
"I don't know." Lana shook her head.
"You will. Let's head inside now." The blonde would have gladly stayed to talk to her longer, but Will had somewhere else that he had to be, and she needed to finish up a few last minute things before she left.
"Inside." The young inmate let out a long sigh.
"You know," Bridget just realized part of what was bothering Lana. "I could ask the governor to still let you have some time out here. I think being able to get some fresh air has done wonders for your mental health. I could make the case that it's part of my rehabilitation plan for you."
"Do you think she'd go for it?" She tried not to sound too hopeful.
"Perhaps. I think it's worth asking her." The blonde knew that Vera trusted her judgement, and Lana had made some noticeable progress since she'd started attending the sessions regularly.
When they arrived back at the cell block, Bridget told Will she could handle it from there.
"Thanks," Lana said quietly as she dropped onto her bed.
"For what?" The blonde leaned against the doorframe again.
"For everything. For getting me time outside, for always bringing WIll, for saying you'll talk to Ms. Bennett." The young inmate shrugged. "Most people don't care."
Bridget simply smiled, and gave a small nod. "You're welcome." She pushed off from the door frame. "I'll see you on Monday."
The blonde spent the rest of the day after that finishing up her reports, and having a few last minute sessions. She had spoken to Vera, who said that as long as Lana didn't cause any more incidents, she would allow her to have some time outside with Will towards the end of the week. Now, all that was left to do before she was off to her honeymoon, was to file away some paperwork, and turn off her computer.
"I'm going to pack some things for me and Auntie to take with us." Franky told the young girl when they arrived back at the house. She and Emily had called it an early day, and she decided to make use of the extra time so that they could spend more time with Bridget when she finished work.
"Can I come with you?" Emily looked up at the brunette with the big, sad eyes she'd perfected so well.
"Sure." Franky had noticed that the young girl had become a bit more clingy since they'd told her she'd be staying with Liz, and Vera while they were away.
Emily laid down on the brunette's side of the bed, and watched as Franky took her duffle bag out of the closet, and placed it on the other side.
"Do I have to pack a bag too?" The young girl asked, as she watched the brunette place some clothes into her own.
"No, Liz and Vera are going to come stay here with you instead of you going there this time." Franky was standing, looking into one of her dresser drawers. She'd already packed two outfits; one for everyday, and a nicer one in case they went out to dinner. If she was being honest with herself, she figured they'd spend most of their time either naked in bed, or in the hotel robes. She grabbed a handful of underwear, and a couple pairs of socks, and threw them in on top of the other clothes.
"Where are they going to sleep?" Emily looked like she wasn't far from being asleep herself.
"Here, in our bed." The brunette had to admit that the idea of Liz and Vera sleeping in her bed felt a bit weird to her. This was hers and Bridget's private spot away from the world, and the thought of anyone besides them, or Emily, in it seemed wrong.
"Will they play dinosaurs, and legos, and games with me?" the young girl asked quietly.
"I'm sure they will if you ask them nicely." Franky knew that the two women gave into almost any of Emily's requests. Liz, like most grandmothers, was a huge softie when it came to the young girl, and Vera had quite a soft spot for her as well. "And Shayne will probably be here some of the time."
Franky had told him he wouldn't have to do anything at the restaurant until she got back. She thought he might hang out at Vera's for the days that Liz was here, but the governor was looking after Emily for the weekend, so she assumed he would be around at least for those days.
"He likes to play lego." The young girl now had her eyes closed, and had curled up, her hands tucked under the pillow.
"Yeah, he does." Franky picked up the blanket that was laying on the foot of the bed, and covered Emily.
"Cuddles?" The young girl mumbled.
"Yeah, just give me a minute, and move over a bit." The brunette tapped her on the shoulder, and she shifted towards the centre of the bed.
Franky glanced back to make sure her eyes were still closed before she changed out of her jeans, and into a pair of pyjama pants. She unfolded the blanket a bit more, and crawled in beside Emily.
The brunette didn't really think she was tired, but the next thing she knew, she heard the bedroom door quietly open, then close. Her eyes fluttered open, and she briefly saw Bridget changing out of her work clothes.
"It's just me, baby. Go back to sleep," the blonde whispered softly, and placed a kiss on the younger woman's temple.
"Mm, I should get up." Franky stretched, careful not to disturb the young girl beside her. "I didn't know what to pack for you." She pointed lazily to the bag that was still sitting on the other side of the bed.
"I highly doubt I'm going to need much." Bridget gave her a cheeky smile.
"That's what I was thinking." The brunette returned the smile. "I packed one regular outfit for myself, and one nicer one, just in case."
"Sounds good. I'll probably do the same, and there's a couple things I want to make sure to bring with us, but we'll have to pack them later," the blonde said as she glanced down at her sleeping niece.
"Ah, I see." Franky reached out and ran her hand along the back of the older woman's thigh, as she turned to walk away, and was rewarded with a small giggle.
"Are we sure we've got everything?" Bridget looked around the bedroom one last time as if anything they'd forgotten would jump out at her. "You got the ovulation tests?"
"I already took one this morning," the brunette said with a grin.
"And what did it say?" The older woman guessed from Franky's reaction that it was good news.
"Tomorrow." She couldn't help the huge grin on her face. "So I called and made an appointment for the afternoon."
"Perfect." Bridget gave her a soft kiss. "We might have a honeymoon baby after all."
"Yeah." Franky gave her a small smile. "I just hope it all goes well, and we can still enjoy our night."
"It'll be fine." The blonde knew exactly what the younger woman was talking about; the fact that she was a bit sore after the last attempt. She gave her another kiss. "Now let's go. There's a bed, and a jacuzzi tub, and a huge shower, and lots of room service calling our names."
Franky gave a small laugh, and picked up their luggage. They'd packed so little that they had only needed the one duffle bag in the end.
"You're off?" Shayne asked as the two women exited the bedroom.
"Yeah. Liz will be here tonight and tomorrow night, then Vera for Friday and Saturday." Franky grabbed a bottle of juice out of the fridge, then headed down the hallway. "Be good while we're gone."
"Oh, so I should cancel the orgy and cocaine party?" Shayne called after her.
The brunette turned around, and went back into the kitchen.
"Whoa," the young man said with a laugh when he saw the look on Franky's face. "We were going to order pizza and watch a movie with Em."
"Okay, fine." She turned to leave again, then changed her mind. "And no sex in our bed!" She turned once more, and headed for the door.
"Was that really necessary?" Bridget asked as they drove to the hotel.
"What?" Franky glanced over at her as they sat at a red light. "I don't want any parties there while we're gone, especially with Em around."
"Not that. The part about no sex in our bed." The blonde gave her a small smile. For as playful as the younger woman was in the bedroom, Bridget had learned that she still had a couple uptight hang ups.
"I don't want his naked junk in our bed." Franky made a disgusted face.
"Baby." Bridget gave a small chuckle as she reached over and ran her fingers through the brunette's hair. "Think about it. Why would they have sex in our bed when he has a bed right there in the next room? I doubt Vera will even sleep in ours at all."
"Stop making sense." Franky gave her a playful glare and kept driving.
"Ah yes, the Westfalls!" The man at the front desk was in an overly cheery mood. "I have you booked into our panoramic suite for the next four nights, and I have a note here that it's your honeymoon. Congratulations!"
The brunette glanced over at Bridget since she had been the one to book the room. She shrugged and shook her head, indicating that she hadn't told them it was their honeymoon when she made the reservation.
"Would you prefer a complimentary bottle of champagne, or wine?" He looked at the two women.
"Red wine, please, if that's okay." The blonde glanced over at her wife, who nodded in agreement.
"Certainly! Here are your keycards." He handed Franky a small paper envelope containing the two plastic cards. "If you need anything during your stay, don't hesitate to ask."
"Thanks." Franky gave him a smile, and they headed towards the elevators. She pushed the button, and watched as it counted down the floors. "How did he know it was our honeymoon?"
"I honestly don't know. I'm pretty sure I never mentioned it when I booked." The blonde didn't see why she would have said anything about it, but then again, when she made the reservation she'd been excited that they were finally getting to have it, so maybe it had slipped out.
"Home sweet home." The brunette pushed open the door to the suite. "This is amazing, babe."
Franky looked around, taking in the room. It was similar to the one Bridget had chosen after the finale of the show. This time, instead of overlooking the city, they had a view out over the water. The outer wall had a slight curve to it with floor to ceiling windows. On the opposite wall was a large, king-sized bed with two robes already laid out for them. On the table in the middle of the room sat a basket wrapped in opaque gold cellophane.
Bridget picked up the card and began to read.
"Dear Honeymooners, We're so happy that you two finally tied the knot, and are getting to spend some well-deserved time with each other. Here are a few things to help you pass the time, although we doubt you'll need any help doing that." The blonde looked at Franky with a knowing smile. "Lots of love from Liz, Allie, Bea, and Booms. P.S. Liz wants you to know that she didn't have anything to do with a couple of the gifts. She says you'll know which ones."
"Well, that makes me very curious." Bridget began to unpack the basket. "There's chocolates, candy, a couple bath bombs, it's like a mini spa in here." She examined various bottles of lotion and face scrubs.
"That's awesome." Franky gave her a kiss on the cheek then reached for something buried towards the back of the basket. "But I'm pretty sure this is what Liz wanted us to know she had nothing to do with."
The brunette held up a box with a transparent window that showed exactly what was inside.
"They got us a sex toy." Bridget let out a loud laugh.
"Yes they did." The brunette smiled as she read the back of the box. "Apparently It's a strapless dildo that 'allows for the experience of mutual pleasure'. Well, now I'm curious. It says the bulb is inserted in one partner, while the dildo end is used on the other."
"Aw, look, they even remembered the lube." The blonde held up a small bottle. "I guess we didn't need to pack our own toys."
"Oh I think we can still put them all to use," Franky said with a wink.
"Yeah?" Bridget asked as she stepped closer to the brunette and stretched up for a kiss.
"Mhm." The younger woman nodded, as she studied her wife's face.
"Are you going to let me use that on you?" The blonde tilted her head towards the toy, which was still sitting on the table.
"Yep," Franky leaned in close next to the older woman's ear, "but I have a feeling you'll be begging me to use it on you first."
A knock sounded at the door.
"Wine's here." The brunette smiled, and gave Bridget a kiss on the cheek as she went to
answer the door.
The blonde smiled to herself, thinking that Franky was probably right.
The younger woman returned carrying a tray that contained the bottle of wine, and two glasses, and sat it on the small table beside the basket.
"First order of business," Franky said as she wrapped her arms around Bridget. "Is that I think this should be a clothing-free space.'
"Do you?" the blonde asked, stretching up to give her a soft kiss.
"I do." Franky smiled as she nodded. "I think we should start off with a nice bath to relax, then we'll crack open that wine with a delicious supper, and then just see where the evening takes us."
"After the bath, wine, and food, it's probably going to take us to passing out in that bed." Bridget gave a small laugh, she knew exactly where the night was heading, and while it involved the bed, it didn't involve sleeping.
"I think I can manage to keep you awake and engaged." The brunette held eye contact as she pulled her shirt off over her head, then discarded her bra. She watched as the older woman's eyes ran down her body
The blonde reached out, unfastened Franky's belt, and pulled it slowly through the belt loops until it came free.
"Maybe we can find a use for this later." Bridget looped the belt behind the brunette's neck and pulled her down for another kiss. She took both ends of it in one hand, while the other moved down to unfasten the button on the younger woman's pants.
Franky loved this playful side of her wife. She could feel the gentle pressure of the leather belt against the back of her neck, and the blonde's soft lips on hers. When she felt Bridget's hand brush against her stomach, she wondered if maybe she would be the one who wouldn't be able to hold out until after their meal.
"We should get in the bath now," the blonde whispered against her lips. Bridget was well aware of the effect she was having on the younger woman, and she knew if they stood there much longer, Franky was likely to pick her up and put her on the bed, and she didn't think she had the will to protest.
"I think that's a good idea." The brunette gave her one last quick kiss before she finished removing her own clothes.
Franky walked over to the tub, and turned on the faucet. She sat down on the edge, and watched the water rise.
"You want one of these?" Bridget held up the two bath bombs from the basket.
The brunette nodded, and watched as the older woman selected one. She reached down and tested the temperature of the water, letting her fingers trail along the surface. When she looked up, Bridget was at her side, slowly removing her shirt.
The blonde waited until Franky noticed her standing there before she removed her top with a flourish.
"Am I getting a striptease?" The younger woman asked with a grin on her face.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Bridget unfastened her bra, and tossed it at Franky's face.
The brunette caught it, and put it on top of her head like a hat.
"How does it look?" She asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Bridget couldn't help but laugh.
"Come here." Franky put her arms around the blonde, and pulled her close. She had to look up slightly from her position to make eye contact. "I love your laugh."
Bridget could feel a light blush creep into her cheeks. "Let's get in." She dropped the bath bomb into the water, and it began to fizz.
"Mm, we need one of these at home." The brunette sighed as she settled into the tub.
"Forget passing out after the meal. I may just fall asleep in here instead." Bridget rested back against the younger woman, and closed her eyes as she felt the jets of water massage her skin.
"If you do, then I'll have to have my fun without you." Franky kissed the blonde's shoulder, and smiled.
"That's something you haven't let me do yet." Bridget ran her fingers along the younger woman's arm that was wrapped around her from behind.
"What's that?" Franky couldn't think of anything the older woman had asked for that she hadn't let her do.
"Watch you get yourself off." She glanced behind her to try to catch a glimpse of the brunette's expression. "We've done it on the phone, and you've watched me, but I've never watched you."
"Is that something you'd like?" The younger woman asked as she placed a kiss on the back of her neck.
"Yeah." Bridget had to admit she'd thought about it many times.
"I can let you watch whenever you want." Franky definitely didn't mind, but in all honesty it was something that she just hadn't thought of doing.
"But like not right now. I like the idea of it being a surprise. Unexpected." The blonde felt her body react at just the thought of it.
"Gidge." The smile grew on the younger woman's face. "Are you saying you want to catch me in the act?" She teased her.
"Maybe." Bridget knew the answer was more than a maybe.
"You want to see how I turn myself on?" Franky moved her hand to cup the blonde's breast, and felt the nipple harden against her palm. "You want to know how I get myself off?" She let her lips brush against the older woman's ear as she said the last word.
Bridget turned and positioned herself so that she was straddling the brunette's lap.
"Yes." The blonde placed a soft kiss against Franky's jaw. "And yes." She placed another against the side of her neck. She lingered there, and felt the brunette's hands flex against her hips.
The blonde pulled back, and connected their lips in a slow kiss as she pushed herself against the younger woman. She'd once told Franky that this was her way of saying 'I'm yours', which was definitely true, but it was also born from her need to just feel as physically close as possible to her wife. When there were no barriers between them, and the brunette's hands were on her skin, everything felt right in the world. She whimpered as Franky's fingers brushed the inside of her thighs.
"I propose a change of plans," Bridget mumbled.
"Oh yeah? What would that be?" the brunette asked, even though she knew exactly what it was.
"Take me to bed now?" The older woman lifted her head, and smiled down at Franky.
The younger woman simply gave her a half grin, and nodded. She'd known they wouldn't make it until after supper. They both stood, and she held her hand out for Bridget to use to steady herself as she stepped out of the tub.
The brunette wrapped her arms around the older woman, and walked her slowly backwards to the bed. She reached down and pulled back the blankets.
"Baby." The blonde broke their kiss. When she had Franky's attention, she glanced towards the table.
"You want that now?" the younger woman asked with a knowing grin.
"Yeah, if you're up for it." Bridget was curious about the toy. She loved the strap on that they already had, but if this one could let both of them feel something at the same time, it would be even better.
"Always." Franky had no problem accommodating any request the blonde had. She covered the few steps to the table, and picked up the toy and the small bottle of lube. When she returned, she placed them both on the bedside table. "Now, where was I?" she asked as she lowered her head to kiss her again.
Bridget felt the brunette nudge her backwards another couple of steps, until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed. She quickly climbed onto it, and let herself fall backwards onto the soft mattress, pulling Franky down on top of her.
The brunette reached behind herself, and pulled the blankets over them. She wanted to make sure Bridget stayed warm, and comfortable since they'd just gotten out of the tub, and she planned on taking her time. She quickly found the sensitive spot just below the blonde's ear, and began her journey there.
The older woman sighed, and closed her eyes. She held onto Franky, as the brunette began to slowly work her way down the side of her neck. Bridget raised her hips slightly to make contact with the other woman's stomach.
Franky let the blonde move against her a few times before she reached down, and placed a hand on her hip. "Not yet, babe," she whispered softly.
It wasn't that the brunette wanted to deny her wife pleasure, but she knew how she wanted to make her come. The toy their friends had given them looked to be slightly larger than the one Bridget had bought for them, so Franky wanted to make sure that she gave the blonde's body time to get ready.
As she wrapped her lips around one of Bridget's hardened nipples, she felt the older woman tangle her fingers in her long hair, and hold her gently in place. As she ran her tongue over the tip of the bud, she reached down and lightly brushed her fingertips along the inside of one of the blonde's thighs. She heard Bridget's giggle turn into a small moan as she reached her folds.
The older woman felt Franky's barely-there touch. She knew it was intended as a gentle caress, but her body was acutely aware of everything at the moment, and she perceived it as more of a tickle. There was no mistaking, however, the warmth that flooded through her body when the brunette's fingers dipped ever so slightly between her folds.
Franky released the blonde's nipple from her mouth, and continued making her way down across her stomach. She was careful not to let her fingertips slip more than a few millimeters in between Bridget's folds.
The blonde glanced down, but the younger woman had fully disappeared under the blankets now. She felt Franky's lips on her lower stomach, then as she felt the brunette settle between her thighs, she felt them wrap around her clit. She groaned as she felt Franky's slow, deliberate movements of her tongue.
Bridget knew it wasn't the brunette's intention for it to end like this, but she let her continue for a few minutes until she felt that first twinge.
"Baby." She reached down for Franky's hand that was resting against her stomach, and gave it a small squeeze. "Come here."
The brunette placed a kiss on her stomach before she reappeared from under the blankets. She gave Bridget a soft kiss on the lips.
"You ready, babe?" Franky knew why the blonde had stopped her when she did.
"Yeah." The older woman gave her a smile as she reached over to the table, and picked up the toy then the bottle of lube. She waited while the brunette pushed herself up so that she was now kneeling between her legs, then handed her the toy. "I think I should be asking if you're ready, too," she teased as she let a few drops of lube fall onto the bulb. "If this is as good as it claims, you might be coming before me."
"You think?" Franky raised her eyebrow.
"I do." She watched as the younger woman spread the lube around with her finger.
"And if you're right?" The brunette positioned the toy at her entrance and slowly slid it inside. As she moved slightly to reposition herself, she could already feel that it was hitting the right spots.
"I want a foot massage after dinner." Bridget honestly didn't care what she got, she just wanted the satisfaction of being right.
"Done," Franky said as she spread a few drops of lube on the dildo.
The blonde let her legs fall open a bit more as the younger woman moved forward, and slowly slid the dildo between her folds. Once the first couple inches were in, the brunette lowered herself on top of the other woman once more. Bridget felt her push forward slowly, and the feeling of fullness sent a wave of excitement through her.
"Does that feel okay?" Franky asked softly, as she placed a kiss on the blonde's jaw. She felt the older woman squirm beneath her, causing the toy to put pressure on her front wall.
"Yeah, it feels good." Bridget smiled to herself. She had heard the brunette's breathing pick up when she'd moved.
"Okay." Franky lifted her head, and kissed the blonde on the lips as she started to slowly move her hips.
The younger woman felt Bridget easily match her pace after a couple of thrusts, and she was already thinking she would need to research foot massage techniques while they waited for their food to be delivered.
"Oh god." The blonde had already been starting to get close to her orgasm, and after a few seconds, Franky was easily hitting that sweet spot inside her each time.
The brunette could hear all of Bridget's moans, whimpers, and gasps from where she had her face buried against the older woman's neck, all of which coincided perfectly with the pressure of the toy against her front wall, and clit. She needed to slow everything down.
Franky lifted her head and made eye contact with the blonde. They both let out a small laugh.
"Holy fuck." The brunette shook her head as she saw the smile on the other woman's face. She'd slowed down her pace considerably; trying to stretch it out for both of them.
"Feels nice for you, too?" Bridget asked as she saw the younger woman's eyes flutter closed for a second as she moved her hips.
Franky simply nodded, and lowered her head to kiss the blonde once more.
Bridget ran her hands along the brunette's back in lazy patterns, and felt the muscles twitch under her fingers. It wasn't long before Franky had rested her head against the blonde's shoulder again, and she felt soft lips on her collarbone. She knew this was the younger woman's safe spot when she felt vulnerable; her face nestled snugly against her. Bridget felt her pick up the pace a bit, and she brought her hand up into the brunette's long locks, moving her fingers along the back of her head.
Franky heard the blonde moan quietly, as she felt her own body begin to tense. She could feel that there was a bit more resistance when she pushed her hips forward now, indicating that Bridget was getting closer to her orgasm as well.
The blonde could feel the small tremors through the toy that indicated that Franky was very close. She met the brunette's thrusts with a bit more force, let out a small moan.
"Fuck." Franky gripped the sheets tightly with her hand that was planted on the mattress next to the blonde. "Gidge…" She didn't get to say any more before her release ran through her. She tried to keep up her pace, but she couldn't concentrate on anything other than the feeling inside her own body for a few seconds.
Bridget was right on the edge, and when the brunette resumed her movements, it only took a couple of thrusts for her to follow right behind her. She heard Franky moan again, and felt a second wave run through the younger woman.
They laid there, both trying to catch their breath. The blonde could feel the last few flutters of Franky's muscles inside of her.
"I love you," Bridget said softly as she rubbed her back.
"I love you, too." Franky kissed the side of the blonde's neck. She wasn't ready to leave that space yet.
"You good, baby?" the older woman asked when the brunette still hadn't moved after a few more seconds. She felt Franky nod.
"Yeah, I am." The younger woman didn't know exactly how to explain what she was feeling, but she wanted to try. "When I'm here, it feels like everything is you. I can kiss you, and taste your skin. I can breath in and it smells like you. I can hear you breathing; every little sound you make. There's one place, right here." She reached up, and gently touched a spot on Bridget's neck. "Where when I kiss it, I can feel your pulse under my lips."
Franky waited a few seconds, and when she got no reply from the blonde, she lifted her head,
"Gidge." She reached up, and wiped a tear from the older woman's cheek.
"I'm okay. That was just….really beautiful." She pulled the brunette down for a soft kiss.
Franky slowly pulled the toy out of the blonde, then reached down, and removed it from herself as she moved to lay against the older woman's side.
"I meant it." She placed a kiss on Bridget's temple. "Are you sleepy?"
"Mm, a bit, but it'll pass." The blonde knew it was just the flood of post orgasm hormones coursing through her system at the moment.
"Okay." Franky kissed her shoulder. "We can just relax for a bit before we order our food." She wrapped her arms around the older woman, and pulled her close.
When the blonde opened her eyes, she realized they must have fallen asleep for a couple of hours, as she could see that twilight was just coming over the city. She looked to her right, and saw that Franky was still sleeping peacefully beside her. She rolled onto her side to reach for the room service menu in the drawer of the bedside table. She figured she could decide what she wanted before she woke the younger woman. She smiled to herself as she felt Franky move in behind her. The brunette must have sensed that Bridget had moved away from her, and subconsciously followed her. SInce she couldn't roll onto her back again, she stayed on her side, and sat the menu on the bed in front of her.
"It all looks good, just order one of everything," Franky said in a sleepy voice.
"I thought you were still asleep." Bridget reached for the brunette's hand and brought it up to hold against her chest.
"My stomach has a sixth sense for when the room service menu comes out." Franky heard the blonde giggle. "That loaded bacon and mozzarella bagel on the breakfast menu sounds amazing. They have grilled barramundi and nasi goreng, too. Mmm, I'm a sucker for the wagyu beef burgers though."
Bridget turned her head to look at the brunette behind her. "Would you like a few minutes alone with the menu?" she asked with a small laugh.
"What?" Franky couldn't keep a straight face. "I'm passionate about food, what can I say? Plus, I worked up an appetite earlier."
The blonde just smiled, and shook her head. "We've got four days, you can try it all, but let's just pick one for supper, yeah?"
"I gotta get the burger. It's tradition. It was my post hotel sex meal last time," the brunette explained when Bridget gave her a questioning look. "With bacon, cheddar cheese, caramelized onions, and a side of the fries with aioli."
"Hm, well, I think I'll have the chicken roulade, and since my order is easier, I think you should call it in," The blonde said as she turned to the last page of the menu, earning a tickle on her side from Franky. "Oh look, they have a kid's menu. I bet Em would have fun here."
"Em doesn't need a kid's menu, she'll eat anything, but yeah she would." The brunette smiled, she knew they'd both be missing the young girl while they were away.
"That only started when you came around." Bridget had moved on to looking at the dessert options. "Remember when she wouldn't eat her sandwich because I put the cheese on in the wrong spot?"
"Yeah, and you called me very very late one night to ask me about it. Your late night booty call that you chickened out on." Franky nipped at the older woman's shoulder as she gave a small laugh.
"Hey, it all worked out, didn't it?" The blonde thought it had absolutely more than just worked out.
"Definitely." The younger woman gave Bridget's hand a small squeeze.
"I think you should order for us, babe, since my order is less complicated." She closed the menu, and turned onto her back, giving Franky a big smile.
"Or I could just do it because you asked." The brunette gave her a quick kiss, and reached for the phone.
Franky cleared the small table in their room while they waited for the food to arrive. They'd changed into the robes, and Bridget was currently seeing what movies were available for them to watch later that evening. The brunette opened the bottle of wine, and poured them each a glass. It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door.
"I got it." Bridget sat the remote down on the couch, and went to the door.
A woman, probably about the same age as the blonde, rolled in a cart with two trays on it.
"Would you like these at the table?" she asked, spotting the two glasses of wine.
"That would be great, thanks." Bridget stepped aside out of her way.
"I hope you're enjoying your stay with us so far," she said as she placed the trays on the table.
"Oh, we definitely are," Franky replied with a cheeky smile, earning herself a stern look from the blonde.
The woman looked up to notice the already-unmade bed behind the brunette, and a blush crept into her cheeks.
"Excellent." She quickly finished up, and started back towards the door with the cart.
"Thanks, so much." Bridget held the door for her, and handed her a tip on her way out. "You're bad," she said to the younger woman as she walked over to sit at the table.
"Where's the fun in being the good girl?" Franky asked as she pulled out a chair for the blonde, and removed the dome from her tray for her.
"Says the person who is now being the perfect gentlewoman." The older woman smiled as she unfolded her napkin, and placed it on her lap.
The brunette didn't reply, but just gave the blonde a small grin.
"Were there any good movies on there for later?" Franky nodded towards the TV as she ate a bite of her burger.
"Yeah, I think we can find something. Then we should probably call it a night. You said your appointment was early tomorrow, right?" Bridget asked as she took a sip of her wine.
"Mhm." The brunette swallowed her food. "At eight-thirty. Sorry, it was such short notice when I called today that I just took the first one she offered. I wasn't thinking that we'd want to sleep in."
"It's fine, baby." The blonde shook her head. "You're supposed to take it a bit easy for the rest of the day anyway, so we can just come back here after and sleep more if we're tired."
"Gidge?" Franky gave the older woman a serious look. "I might be pregnant tomorrow."
"Yeah," a smile came across Bridget's face, "you might be."
She reached over and took the brunette's hand in hers. This was already going to be a great honeymoon just because of the time they would get to spend together, but if this second insemination worked, it would be the icing on the cake.