Bridget was the first to wake that morning. She looked over at the brunette, who was now sleeping peacefully. The younger woman had had a restless night, and had woken her a couple of times tossing and turning in the bed. The blonde remembered these nights from when they had very first started dating, but they had stopped soon after that. She watched her now, and was torn between wanting to hold her, and wanting to let her sleep for the last few minutes before they had to get up. She chose the latter.
When Franky came into consciousness, the first thing she noticed was she couldn't feel Bridget next to her. She opened her eyes, and saw her own hand laying in front of her on the pillow. She studied the ring on her finger for a few seconds before she closed her eyes, and let out a slow breath.
"Are you alright, baby?" The blonde moved closer to her now, and put her arm around the younger woman.
"Yeah." Franky swallowed, and gave a small nod. "I just, I had those dreams again, about my mother."
"Everything's okay," Bridget said as she gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You had a restless night."
"Did I keep you awake?" The brunette asked as she snuggled in against the other woman.
"No. I woke up a couple times, but I went right back to sleep." She rubbed the younger woman's back.
"When I woke up, and I didn't feel you next to me, I just had this moment of thinking you were a dream, too." Franky didn't know if she would ever be able to fully shake the feeling that she didn't deserve everything she had in her life now.
"I'm here, and very much real, and I promise you that I'm not going anywhere." Bridget held onto her a bit tighter.
"Is it almost time to get up?" the brunette asked softly.
"Yeah, it is." The older woman wished they could stay here so she could hold Franky longer. "Why don't we have a nice shower, then we can order some breakfast? Do you want that bagel thing you saw last night?"
"I don't think I can eat this morning." Franky rolled onto her back, out of the blonde's embrace, and ran her hand over her face.
"Are you not feeling well?" Bridget thought that maybe the younger woman's restless night was partly due to a physical illness as well as the bad dreams.
"It's just those dreams." The brunette let out a long breath. "They always fucked with my head, and I haven't had one in a long time. I just need some time for it to clear out of my mind."
"I know." The blonde placed a kiss on her shoulder. "Are you still feeling up to this today?"
"Yeah." Franky turned to face the other woman with a huge smile on her face. "And the shower sounds nice."
"Sure, I'll go turn the water on." She gave the brunette one final kiss before she climbed out of the bed. She could feel the younger woman's eyes on her body. A look back over her shoulder, and a cheeky grin from Franky, confirmed that she was right.
They sat in the small exam room, waiting for Dr. Ryan, the blonde sipping on the coffee she'd picked up from the cafe next door on their way in. Franky may not have been able to eat that morning, but Bridget needed her caffeine fix to start the day. She rubbed the brunette's back as they sat in the easy quiet.
"Good morning." The doctor greeted them as she entered the room, and closed the door again behind her. "How are you doing today?"
"Good, thanks." The brunette had been improving ever since she'd woken up. The shower with Bridget had helped to relax her before they left.
"Great." Dr. Ryan gave her a warm smile. "Any changes to your health since the last time you were in?"
"No, I'd say it's the same." Franky didn't know why, but she glanced over at the blonde for confirmation, who nodded her head.
"Okay, that's good." The doctor made a note in her file before she closed it, and sat it aside. "If you're ready, the procedure is the same as last time. We'll do a quick ultrasound to make sure there's an egg there, and if there is, we'll go ahead with the insemination."
"I'm ready." The brunette walked over to the exam table, and laid down. She immediately felt Bridget by her side, and reached out for her hand.
Dr. Ryan prepared the ultrasound equipment, and it was only a few moments before all three women were looking at the image on the monitor. She was quiet as she studied the screen, and Bridget and Franky watched her, trying to read any hint that would give away whether what she was seeing was good, or bad.
"There's one right there." The doctor pointed to a spot on the screen. Neither of the other women were able to make out what she was seeing, but they were glad it was looking promising. "I'll be back in a few minutes with the sample."
The brunette could feel herself getting emotional.
"Baby," the blonde said softly, as she bent down and gave Franky a gentle kiss.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying." The younger woman wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Don't apologize." Bridget tucked a loose strand of hair behind her wife's ear. "I love you." She gave her another kiss, just as the doctor returned.
"I love you, too." Franky reached up, and put her hand behind the blonde's head, holding her there for an extra second, so she could brush the tip of her nose against the other woman's. "Sorry." The brunette gave Dr. Ryan an apologetic look when she realized that the woman had been waiting for them to finish the exchange.
The doctor simply smiled and shook her head.
"Affection is a good thing. Children are made with love." She sat down, and began to prepare for the procedure. "This will be the same procedure as we did the last time. You may feel some pressure or slight discomfort when I insert the tubing, but that should be all. Let me know if you feel anything more."
Franky nodded, then closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. It wasn't that it was painful, or that she was in any way nervous about what was happening, but she was feeling overwhelmed at the moment. She felt Bridget squeeze her hand again.
"There, all done." Dr. Ryan pulled the blanket down over the brunette's legs. "Did you have any issues or discomfort afterwards the last time?"
"A bit of discomfort that night when we, uh…" Franky glanced at the blonde who was doing her best to hide a small smile.
"When you were intimate?" The doctor finished her sentence for her.
"Yeah." The brunette cleared her throat for no reason other than her own awkwardness.
"That's not uncommon. If it didn't persist beyond that then it's nothing to be concerned about. You seemed a bit more relaxed this time, so you may not have that issue." Dr. Ryan finished clearing away her instruments, and discarded her gloves into the garbage can.
"You can tell that from looking at my…" Franky motioned towards her lower half.
"Uh, well, no, not exactly." The doctor gave a small laugh. "But I'm generally good at reading my patients, and I sensed you were more at ease, probably because this is something that's familiar to you now. Do you have any questions for me this time around?"
Both Bridget and Franky shook their heads.
"Okay, good." Dr. Ryan sat at her desk to finish up the paperwork. "If it turns out this is unsuccessful, and you want to try again next month, let us know as soon as possible. We'll need to have more sample shipped to us."
"Is there enough to do a couple more rounds?" The brunette had never considered that they may run out of sample before she got pregnant, and it wasn't like they would be able to get more from the same donor.
"There's plenty," the doctor reassured them. "According to the information we received from the sperm bank, there should be more than enough for this pregnancy, and possibly even a second, if that's something you'd want in the future."
"Let's get through this one first." Franky let out a small chuckle.
"Of course." She gave the brunette a smile. "I'll leave you two now. After fifteen minutes, you're free to go, but you can stay longer if you like. And remember, nothing too strenuous for the rest of the day."
"What?" Franky turned her head to see the blonde smiling at her. They'd been waiting for a few minutes in silence, and she could feel her wife's attention on her now.
"Just picturing a bunch of little yous running around." Bridget had never really thought that they may have more children after this, but she was glad that the brunette didn't immediately dismiss the idea.
"Oo, that's a lot of teenage attitude going on if they're at all like me." Franky hoped that their children would inherit the blonde's calm side. It seemed that Emily certainly had.
"We can handle it." She leaned in, and gave the younger woman a soft kiss. "It's almost time to go," she said as she glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Do you want to stop somewhere for breakfast on the way back?"
"No, I want to go back to the hotel and eat it naked in bed with you." Franky gave her a cheeky smile and started to sit up, but was stopped by the older woman's hand on her shoulder.
"Not yet, baby. Just a couple more minutes." Bridget gave a small laugh. "Someone's eager." The blonde was giving her a hard time, but she was glad to see that the other woman had managed to shake that feeling that had been caused by her dream.
As soon as they got back to their hotel room, Franky removed her t-shirt, and tossed it over the back of the nearest chair.
"You really weren't joking about this being a clothes-free room, were you?" The blonde asked as she watched the other woman's bra join the shirt on the chair.
"Nope." The brunette shed her pants and underwear next. "You going to join me?" She asked with a grin, as she let herself sink into the cool fabric of the sheets.
"Maybe." Bridget gave her a playful glare as she began to unzip her coat. "You want a striptease?" She asked as she flung her jacket onto the couch.
Franky let out a small giggle, and shook her head. "Nah, I just like watching you undress."
"As you wish." The blonde took her time removing the rest of her clothes, and she could feel the younger woman's eyes on her the whole time.
The brunette reached out and took Bridget's hand when she got close enough to the bed, and pulled her down beside her.
"You're beautiful," Franky said as she gave her a soft kiss.
"So are you." The older woman draped her arm across the brunette's stomach, and traced small patterns with her fingertips. She could hear the change in the other woman's breathing, and loved that after a year together, such a simple touch could still elicit that response. "We should order some food before we get distracted."
"I think we missed breakfast," the brunette said as she handed the menu to Bridget. "They only serve it until ten."
"That's alright, we'll have an early lunch then." The blonde opened the small binder, and balanced it on Franky's stomach so they were both able to see it. "It all sounds good."
"It does." The younger woman scanned over the page. "But I think I want the shaved ham and manchego panini."
"I'll go with the peri-peri chicken sandwich." Bridget closed her eyes, and turned her head so that she was tucked in against the brunette's shoulder.
"I'll order then," Franky said with a small laugh. She reached over to the table again for the phone. "I'm calling from room 1203." She felt the blonde's lips on her shoulder. "I'd like the shaved ham and manchego panini." Bridget's lips had made their way to the base of her neck, and she felt her eyes flutter closed. "Oh, uh, no, I'd also like the peri-peri chicken sandwich." The man on the phone repeated back her order. "Yeah, that's everything. Thanks." She hung up the phone. "Trying to distract me?" the brunette asked as she gently pinched the skin on the other woman's hip.
"Maybe." The blonde moved to position herself between Franky's legs, careful to support most of her own weight. She knew she was probably being extra cautious, but she didn't want to take any chances. "Actually I was thinking of something that might pass the time."
Bridget placed a kiss in the middle of the brunette's stomach, then a second one a bit lower. She heard the younger woman take in a sharp breath then let it out slowly.
"He said the food wouldn't be very long." Franky fought to keep her eyes open so she could watch the blonde.
"Are you doubting my skills?" Bridget asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not at all." The brunette gave a small chuckle, as she let her head fall back onto the pillows.
Franky felt the blonde kiss her inner thigh, and leave soft bites on the sensitive skin. She squirmed, impatient for Bridget to get to the point, and felt that she was already wet. The brunette reached up, and squeezed her own breast. It was a bit tender, but she'd read that that was a sign of ovulation, which was a good thing. She focused on the pleasurable feelings, which far outweighed the slight discomfort.
The blonde ran her tongue up the length of Franky's folds, then wrapped her lips around the younger woman's clit. She was making a point to go slowly and be gentle, but when she felt the brunette push herself against her mouth, she knew that she was feeling fine. Bridget wrapped one arm around Franky's thigh, and brushed her fingers up and down along the inside as she continued her movements with her tongue.
"Fuck," the younger woman moaned, as she pushed her hips forward. She felt like it was impossible to get close enough to the blonde in that moment. No matter how connected they were, her body craved more.
The brunette felt her leg twitch as Bridget's fingers moved along it, causing her to curl her toes. She briefly lifted her head and opened her eyes, catching a glimpse of the blonde, and the city skyline through the large windows behind her. They had left the curtains open the whole time they'd been there. The view was amazing, and they were far enough up that no one would be able to see anything. Franky had a moment where she pictured taking her wife against the cool glass, as they looked out over the city. She was by no means an exhibitionist, but this was a very low risk situation. As she ran through the details in her mind, she felt Bridget pick up her pace.
"That feels so good, babe." She let out another moan just as there was a knock at the door with a call of 'room service'. Franky knew she was a very few seconds away from her orgasm. "Fuck, don't stop."
The brunette came with a loud moan after only a few more swipes of Bridget's tongue. She gripped the sheets on the bed as all her muscles contracted, and after a few seconds, she felt the older woman slowly bringing her back down.
There was a second knock on the door, and another call of 'room service'.
"Coming. Just a minute." Franky laughed at her unintended pun as an after-tremor ran through her body.
Bridget kissed her once on the stomach, then on her lips.
"I'll get the door," the blonde said as she stood up, and grabbed one of the robes from the couch on her way past.
The brunette pulled the sheets around her.
"Yeah, sorry about the wait, come in," Bridget said as she held the door open for the young man who had a noticeable blush on his cheeks, and was doing his best to avoid eye contact with her.
He spotted Franky lying in the bed, covered by the sheet, but obviously still naked, and lowered his eyes to the floor.
"Enjoy your meal." He placed the tray on the table, and looked up long enough to give the blonde a quick smile.
"Oh, wait a second." Bridget quickly grabbed a bill from her wallet, and hurried to catch up to him. "Your tip." She held out the money.
"Thanks." He gave her another quick smile before he headed out the door.
"They're going to think all we do is have sex and eat." Franky giggled as she put on the other robe.
"So?" The blonde gave her a soft kiss.
"Sooo, we'll get a reputation." Franky took her seat at the table. "No one will want to deliver to us anymore."
"I'm sure they've walked in on much worse." Bridget took a seat in the chair opposite the brunette, and gave her a wink.
"I want to take you out for dinner tomorrow night," the brunette said as they settled onto the large couch.
"You do?" Bridget smiled as she looked through the assortment of snacks they'd gathered for their movie night. They had the treats that had been in the gift basket along with the popcorn they'd ordered from the room service menu.
"Yes." Franky put her arm around the older woman, and pulled her closer against her side. "I also haven't forgotten that it's your birthday very soon."
"It is." The blonde looked up at her. "But I don't want to do anything special."
"You didn't let me get away with nothing for my birthday," the brunette teased her playfully.
"My idea was just dinner. Liz and Vera planned the other stuff." She held up one of the bags of candy, and the younger woman nodded her agreement with the choice. "I have everything I want. We got married, we're having a beautiful honeymoon, we're adding to our family. I don't want anything else."
"A lunch with Liz and Vera, and me and Em will make you a cake?" There was no way Franky was letting her off the hook without doing something.
Bridget simply glanced up at her again, and smiled. She knew there was no point in arguing; there was no way her wife would let her birthday pass without acknowledging it in some way.
"Is this one okay?" The blonde motioned towards the TV screen with the remote.
"Sure." The brunette didn't care what they watched. She was just glad to have Bridget snuggled in beside her.
They passed the next day walking along the harbourfront, visiting some of the small shops, and stopping every so often just to sit on a bench, and take in the views.
"I made us a reservation at seven," Franky said as she slipped into the shower behind the blonde and placed a kiss on her shoulder. "At the restaurant downstairs."
"Mm, sounds lovely, baby." She felt the brunette's lips on her once more, then a gentle bite. "Do you think we'll make it on time?" she asked with a small giggle.
"Yes." Franky smiled against her skin. "I'll behave in here, I promise. I know I've been a bit like a horny teenager lately."
"Well." Bridget turned, and wrapped her arms around the younger woman's neck. She knew that the hormones that Franky was taking were affecting her emotions. "Everyone has their times when they crave intimacy a bit more. Besides, I'm not complaining, am I?"
"No." The brunette smiled down at her, then lowered her head to give the older woman a slow kiss.
"You know…" Bridget pulled Franky's head down towards her, so that her lips were right beside the other woman's ear. "Sometimes, when I'm at work, especially if we've had a particularly fun night the night before, I find it almost hard to focus. It's like my body already craves you again, and I can still feel your hands, and your lips on me."
"Mm." The brunette nuzzled the other woman's cheek. "Those nights stay with me the next day as well." She kissed the older woman again, softly.
Bridget took in a deep breath when they parted, and let it out slowly.
"We should get washed, and get out of here or we definitely won't make it to supper on time." The blonde couldn't help but let her eyes flick down to Franky's lips as she spoke.
"Don't worry." The brunette smiled. "I always keep my promises, but I can't promise I'll behave when we get back here later."
"Ditto," Bridget said with a small laugh. "I believe it's my turn to try out our honeymoon gift."
Franky raised one eyebrow, making her wife laugh again. The younger woman had her own ideas for how their night would end, but she was totally up for whatever Bridget had planned as well.
The brunette had chosen a pair of tight black dress pants, a purple silk button-up shirt, and her favorite black jacket for their dinner that night. She had just put the finishing touches on her makeup in the bathroom, and gave herself one last look in the mirror before she left.
"You look amazing, babe." Franky was met with the sight of Bridget in a silky, shimmery royal blue dress with a plunging neckline that fell just above her knees. She watched as the blonde turned to pick up her clutch from the bed; purposely showing off the low cut back.
"Thank you. You look beautiful as well." The older woman smiled as she felt the brunette's stare intensify.
"Ready?" Franky held out her elbow.
The blonde couldn't help but smile. For as non-traditional as they both were, every once in a while the younger woman seemed to pull something out of her bag of tricks. Bridget wrapped her arm around the brunette's, and they headed down to the main floor.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Franky gave their name, and the host led them to a corner table in the back. The whole place was decorated with warm wood tones, and the lighting had been turned down for the evening, allowing the candles on each table to cast flickering shadows on the walls.
They slid into the booth, both moving around to the back so they could sit beside each other.
"Can we get a bottle of non-alcoholic red?" Franky asked as he sat a menu in front of each of them. "Whatever you recommend. Thanks."
The host gave a small nod, and left them to decide what they wanted to eat.
"I feel like I'm going to gain twenty pounds while we're here," Bridget said as she looked over the food selections.
"You're not, and I wouldn't care." Franky scanned the list of appetizers. "Do you want to get the charcuterie board to start with?"
"That looks good, yeah." The blonde would try anything the younger woman recommended. "I think I'll get the barramundi with the double-cooked Chat potatoes."
"Nice choice. I'm going with the roasted pumpkin and ricotta cannelloni." Franky placed her menu back down on the table. "What do you think about the sweet sensation for desert?" The brunette pointed to the selection on Bridget's menu.
"A tasting plate of Italian inspired desserts," she read out loud. "Oo, sounds lovely."
The waiter returned with the wine, and poured them each a glass, then took their food order.
The brunette took a sip of her wine, and felt Bridget watching her. A quick glance to her right confirmed her suspicion.
"You're so beautiful." Franky placed her glass on the table then leaned over to give the blonde a kiss on the cheek. She saw the older woman smile, as she cast her eyes downward.
"That's the second time you've told me that tonight." Bridget was used to the brunette's compliment and affection, but tonight for some reason, it was striking a particularly emotional chord with her.
"And I'll say it a third; you're beautiful." Franky leaned in and gave her another kiss on her cheek. "And a fourth time; you're beautiful." This one was whispered softly next to the blonde's ear as the younger woman placed a kiss on the sensitive spot there.
Bridget took in a shaky breath, and let it out slowly. She looked around, and saw diners at two other tables in their section, however they weren't close enough to hear any of the couple's conversation.
"I love you so much." The blonde leaned in for a kiss. She could taste the wine on Franky's lips.
"I love you, too," the brunette said softly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the waiter approaching with their appetizer.
As they sampled the selection of meats, cheeses, and breads, Bridget felt the brunette's hand on her back, and she immediately began to question her choice of clothing for the night. They both loved having their backs touched, and right now, she could feel the younger woman's fingers travelling slowly up, then down, the length of her spine. Most of the time, this gesture from the brunette was soothing, and comforting, but tonight it was more than that, it was making her want to drag Franky off somewhere they could be alone, and just have her way with her.
"What do you think about getting dessert delivered to the room later?" Bridget asked as they finished their main courses.
"I'm fine with that." The brunette had a small grin on her face as she took the final sip of her wine. She'd been slipping in small touches and caresses all night, and it appeared they'd had the desired effect.
The blonde leaned against Franky as the elevator carried them to their floor. She smiled up at the younger woman, thinking for the thousandth time that evening just how loved and lucky she was.
She could feel the brunette's arm wrapped snugly around her. Franky was possessive, but in the best way possible. Bridget didn't know how she could explain it to anyone else, but with her wife, it felt like Franky was proud to have her, and the 'you belong to me' sentiment was mutual. With her ex, it felt like Julia's possessiveness was purely a show of her power, and was born out of a fear that Bridget would one day come to her senses and leave.
As soon as they entered the room, Franky pulled the blonde in for a deep kiss. She knew that Bridget wanted her turn with their new toy tonight, but she also knew that after that, they'd probably both want to just lie in bed and recover, and the brunette's fantasy from the previous day had been running through her mind all evening.
The blonde felt herself being pushed back towards the large windows. Darkness had fallen while they'd eaten their meal, and once again the view was of the rows of lights that criss crossed through the city. The younger woman's kiss was overwhelming her in the best way, and she allowed herself to be guided until her back hit the cool glass panes.
Franky ran her hands down the older woman's sides until they came to rest on her hips. She could feel through the thin fabric that Bridget had opted to skip the underwear tonight, as she often did when she wore one of her dresses.
The blonde felt Franky's lips on her neck, as the younger woman bent her knees slightly, and grasped the hem of her dress. Bridget let her head fall to the side, as the brunette slowly worked the fabric up her thighs. She knew what Franky wanted to do, and so when the younger woman reconnected their lips, and placed a hand behind her knee, Bridget complied and lifted her leg, hooking it over the brunette's hip.
"Oh god." The blonde couldn't help but let her head fall back against the glass as two of Franky's fingers made quick swipes over the length of her folds, then sunk deep inside her easily.
The brunette opened her eyes for a second and looked over Bridget's shoulder at the city below. It was unlikely that this far up anyone would see them. If someone did happen to be watching, they would probably be able to tell what was going on, but they wouldn't see either of them naked. She wouldn't expose the blonde like that.
Franky wrapped her arm around behind the older woman's back as she continued to push her fingers deep inside her. She was being a bit rougher than usual, but the sounds falling from Bridget's lips let her know that everything was fine.
The blonde had been turned on all night, so when she felt the first familiar sensations in her stomach, she didn't even try to fight it. She knew by how things were going, that this would probably just be the first of a few orgasms to be had tonight.
"I'm going to come," Bridget said as she tangled her fingers in Franky's hair.
The brunette smiled to herself as she bit the skin just above the blonde's collarbone. She felt one final flutter as Bridget's orgasm ripped through her, and the older woman moaned loudly. Franky held her as her body shook, but gave her no time to recover.
As soon as the last wave of the blonde's orgasm had gone through her, the brunette took the arm that had been wrapped around her, reached to the left, and with one swipe cleared the end of the desk beside them. Business cards, pens, a notebook, and a small calendar all went flying to the floor. She placed the blonde on the desk, and felt both of the older woman's legs wrap around her waist.
Franky pushed her fingers deep inside Bridget once more, searching for that sweet spot. This time she was aided by the blonde guiding her with the movement of her hips, showing the younger woman exactly where she wanted her to be.
The brunette curled her fingers, making Bridget gasp.
"You like that, don't you?" Franky whispered as she gently bit the other woman's earlobe. She got a whimper in reply. "Come for me again." The brunette had felt the small tremors in the blonde's legs, and knew her wife was close again already.
The younger woman felt Bridget start to tighten around her fingers, and ran her tongue up the length of the blonde's neck. Franky nipped at the skin just below her jaw, then soothed it with her lips.
"Oh shit." The older woman's second orgasm hit her just as hard as her first, and before it was even finished, she felt the brunette's thumb swipe back and forth over her clit, causing a second wave of pleasure to wash over her.
Franky slowed her pace now, and when the blonde finally caught her breath, she placed a hand on each of the younger woman's cheeks and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss.
"You good, babe?" the brunette asked softly.
"Oh yeah." Bridget smiled at her, and they both giggled as a small flutter, almost like an aftershock of her orgasm squeezed against Franky's fingers. "I think it's my turn to return the favor though."
The blonde sat up, and kissed the younger woman slowly. She ran her hands down each side of Franky's neck, then across her shoulders, causing her jacket to fall to the floor. The older woman held eye contact as she slowly unbuttoned the brunette's shirt, then added it to the pile with the jacket. When Bridget finally stood from the desk, she realized that her legs felt like jelly, and she was thankful that Franky was there to hold her.
"Must have been pretty good, huh?" The brunette never specifically pointed out the older woman's unsteadiness, but she had a look of self satisfaction on her face.
"I wouldn't be so smug just yet. Get on the bed." Bridget gave the younger woman's shoulder a gentle shove.
Franky raised one eyebrow as she unhooked and discarded her bra with the rest of her clothes on the floor, then rid herself of her boots, pants, and underwear.
"Lay down." The blonde gave her another gentle shove.
Franky let herself fall back onto the bed, and watched as Bridget stepped out of her dress, and took off her shoes. She could feel her body throbbing as the blonde made her way towards her.
The older woman retrieved the toy out of their bag that was next to the bed. She was pretty sure at this point that she wouldn't need any lube, and when she placed the bulb at her entrance it slipped easily inside. As she covered the few remaining steps to the bed, she could feel it pushing against her walls.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Franky asked as she opened her legs, allowing Bridget to settle in between them.
"It does." The blonde gave her a small kiss as she reached for the bottle of lube. She let a few drops fall onto the dildo, then snapped the cap closed again, and tossed it to the other side of the bed. "You ready?"
"I think the better question is: are you rea-" Franky's words were lost as the older woman pushed her hips forward.
"Don't be a smartass," Bridget said as she pushed the rest of the way in, earning a small chuckle then a moan from the brunette.
The younger woman knew that after watching the blonde's three orgasms, it probably wouldn't take much for her own. Bridget had started off slowly, but Franky quickly encouraged her to pick up the pace.
"Oh god, babe." The brunette had forgotten how skilled Bridget was with their strap on.
"You're close already, aren't you?" the blonde asked as she raised herself up on her arms to get more leverage. She had to admit that this was working for her again as well.
Bridget saw the younger woman nod, and she lowered her head to take one of Franky's hardened nipples into her mouth. She sucked on it gently as she ran her tongue over the tip.
"Fuck." The brunette came hard, and clenched down hard enough on the toy, that the blonde had to stop moving for a few seconds.
When Franky started to catch her breath, Bridget picked up her pace once more. The blonde was starting to feel another orgasm building in herself, much to her surprise. She knew that the younger woman had experienced one using the toy, but considering she'd already had three tonight, she wasn't holding her breath for another.
It was only a couple of moments before the brunette could feel the tension building in the muscles under her hands in the blonde's back, as well as in her own body again. She heard Bridget let out a whimper.
"Fuck, baby." Bridget was close again, and she could tell that the brunette was as well. "Come with me."
"I'm close. Just a bit harder." Franky pulled the blonde into her so she hit that deep spot, and felt a tremble run through the other woman.
It didn't take long for both of them to come again, and this time when their bodies had calmed, they lay there catching their breath.
"I think we owe our friends a thank you," Bridget said as she reached down and removed the toy from both of them.
"I told you it was good on the other side of it too." The brunette let out a small laugh, and held the other woman close.
"I love you," Bridget said softly, as she raised her head to give Franky a kiss.
"I love you, too." The younger woman turned onto her side so that the blonde could cuddle into her more. "Did you still want to order dessert?" Franky asked as she ran her fingers through Bridget's hair.
"I'd say we earned it, but I don't think I'd be awake by the time it got here." The rush of post orgasm hormones had hit the blonde hard, and she was barely still conscious.
"Same." Franky kissed her forehead, and closed her eyes. It wasn't long before she could tell that the older woman was asleep, and she followed soon after.
They'd spent the last day of their honeymoon exploring more of the waterfront, and even managed to catch some live music. They followed it up with another movie night, and were now heading home, and back to reality.
"I loved being away, just the two of us, but it's nice to go home, too." Bridget watched the people walking on the sidewalks as they sat at a red light.
"It's always good to go home." Franky reached over and took her hand.
"Auntie Bridge!" Emily came running around the corner towards the front door.
"Hey, love!" Bridget crouched down, and caught her niece in her arms. "I missed you. Did you have fun with Liz and Vera?"
"Yeah! Shayne let me pick out extra treats for our pizza movie night!" The young girl smiled, knowing she'd gotten away with something that wasn't normally allowed.
"Ah, well that was nice of him." The blonde gave her a kiss on the cheek as she stood up.
"Franky!" Emily wrapped her arms around the brunette, who had just entered carrying their bag.
"Hey, bub!" She let the bag slide off her shoulder and to the floor, and picked up the young girl. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you, too." Emily rested her head against Franky's shoulder.
The brunette knew she wouldn't get far from the young girl for a while, so she made no attempt to put her down as she walked down the hall towards the kitchen.
"Vera." Bridget greeted her friend with a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. "Everything went well? She wasn't any trouble?"
"No, no, it was all great." Vera gave her friend a large smile, drawing a questioning look from the blonde. "Uh, we should have lunch tomorrow...in my office."
"Okay." Bridget gave her a knowing grin. That request usually meant that Vera had something to tell her in private, and she suspected that it had to do with Shayne.
"Okay." Vera couldn't help but smile again
"Was Shayne a good boy while we were gone?" Franky asked Emily as they appeared in the kitchen, and she spotted the young man sitting on the couch.
"Yeah, he bought me extra treats!' Emily giggled.
"Hey, that was our secret, Em. Remember?" Shayne couldn't believe how quickly she'd sold him out.
"I'm not supposed to keep secrets from Franky and Auntie Bridge," the young girl said matter of factly.
"That's right," Franky replied. She rubbed Emily's back as she mouthed 'busted', to Shayne, who simply smiled and shook his head.
"Can I sleep with you and Auntie Bridge tonight?" Emily asked as she snuggled in closer to the brunette's shoulder.
Franky glanced over at Bridget who gave a small nod. They had both missed the young girl while they'd been away.
"Sure, bub. Just for tonight though, as a special treat." The brunette made sure to be clear that it was a one-night only thing.
"I missed you guys," Emily said quietly.
"We missed you, too." Franky rubbed her back. It was definitely good to be home.