"Do you have everything packed, love?" Bridget asked, as she entered Emily's room. After they ate breakfast, she had sent her niece to finish packing whatever she wanted to take with her to Vera's for the weekend.

"Yeah, I got everything," Emily said, closing the zipper on her bag.

"Did you remember your cards so you and Vera can play some games?" Emily nodded, and Bridget glanced towards the bookcase where the cards were clearly visible, sitting on the shelf. "Are you sure?"

Emily followed her aunt's cue, and saw them still on the shelf. "Oops." She smiled, and reached up for them.

"Okay, go get washed up. Vera will be here soon." The blonde watched her niece leave the room, and once she heard the bathroom door close, she quietly unzipped her bag, and did a quick check to make sure she did actually have everything she needed.

"I'm going to miss you and Franky," Emily said, as they all sat on the couch, waiting for Vera to arrive. She had called a few minutes earlier to say that she was leaving her house.

"I know, love. It's only one night though, and we'll be here when you come back tomorrow." Bridget put her arm around the girl while they sat and waited.

"What will you guys do while I'm gone?" the young girl asked.

Out of the corner of her eye, Bridget saw Franky smirk. "Probably nothing much different than what we do when you're here. Maybe we'll watch a movie or something tonight," the blonde answered. She didn't want Emily to feel like she was going to miss out on something fun. In reality, as soon as the young girl left with Vera, she and Franky were going out to buy her Christmas presents. After that, they probably would end up just watching a movie, but they would also enjoy having the whole evening to themselves.

It wasn't long before the front door opened, and Vera called out to them as she entered the house.

"Hey, Em. Hey, guys," the governor greeted them as she came around the corner. "All ready?"

"Yeah!" Emily got up off the couch and gave Franky a hug and kiss goodbye before doing the same with her aunt.

"If you need anything, just give us a call, okay?" Bridget handed the young girl's bag to her friend.

"I'm sure we'll be fine." Vera smiled at her. "I'll call tomorrow before I drop her off though. Probably after lunch if that's okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine." Bridget lowered her voice a bit. "We're planning to head out this afternoon, but other than that we'll be here."

Vera nodded, and Bridget gave her a kiss on the cheek goodbye.

"What are you doing?" the blonde asked as she sat down beside Franky on the couch. Bridget tried to see what was on the screen of the brunette's phone, but she quickly turned it away.

"Something for later." Franky winked at her.

Bridget laughed. "Let's shower so we can go shopping." She took the brunette's hand and stood up, leading her towards the bathroom.

"So where are we headed first, baby?" Bridget asked. She glanced at the brunette in the passenger's seat and saw her scrolling through a list on her phone.

"I think I can get everything at the mall." Franky said as she continued to scroll.

"You're not getting all of those things, right?"

"No, they're just ideas. Stuff for Em, Liz, and Vera." The brunette put her phone back in her pocket. "I'll narrow it down to two, maybe three things for her."

"Good, because remember we decided that we weren't buying a crazy amount for anyone." Bridget checked behind her as she changed lanes.

"Yeah, I know." Franky agreed, but the blonde wasn't entirely convinced that her girlfriend would follow the rules.

When they arrived at the mall, the brunette took Bridget's hand. "I want to check out the store with all the kitchen stuff first, if that's okay?"

The blonde laughed. Franky was already leading them in that direction anyway. "Yeah, it's fine, baby."

In just a few minutes, the pair found themselves wandering around the kitchen store. Bridget had no idea what half of the stuff was for, but Franky seemed to be seriously considering buying most of it. Eventually they found themselves in the 'Junior Chefs' section. The blonde knew now why they were there. She watched Franky. It seemed like she knew exactly what she wanted, and Bridget knew she wouldn't settle until she found it.

"Ah, here they are." Franky pulled gently on the blonde's hand to get her to follow. "I want to get this for Em, but I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first." The brunette picked up the demo item from the display and unrolled it.

Bridget looked at the knife set on the table in front of her.

"It's a set for kids. See how the handles are smaller so they'll fit her hand better? And the blades are a bit smaller too so they're not as heavy. They're sharp though, but that's actually safer than using a dull knife." Franky had laid out her reasoning all in one breath. She knew it may be something that Bridget wasn't on board with. She watched the blonde as she studied the box she had picked up off the shelf. "I know it says for ages eight and up, but I think she can handle it."

"You think she'll be able to handle them safely?" Bridget glanced up at Franky, and the brunette nodded. "Okay, I trust your judgement." She saw a big smile come across her girlfriend's face. "But there has to be rules."

"Yeah, yeah sure." Franky would agree to anything. She really wanted to get these for Emily.

"I don't want her using these unless you or I are there with her. And if she does anything unsafe after you've told her not to, then there has to be consequences."

"Deal!" Franky grabbed the box that Bridget was still holding. "Aw, Gidge, she's gonna love these."

The blonde let out a small laugh. "Yeah, she will. Let's go pay."

"Have you decided what you want to get her?" the brunette asked when they had left the store, and were walking through the mall again.

"Yeah, actually. I was thinking of maybe getting her some kind of art set. She's always drawing, and she likes Bea's class, and besides, she needs some new markers and stuff anyway. There's also some type of doll she wants. I'd never heard of it before, but I wrote down in my phone what it was called when she pointed out the ad on tv one day. Maybe something else small like a book or a game." She looked over and Franky was once again looking through the list on her phone. "Just the knife set, yeah? It was kind of expensive."

"Nah, I'll get her one more thing. What do you think about a Lego set?" Franky had spotted the toy store up ahead. "They probably have the doll you're looking for too," she said, pointing to the window display.

"I think Lego hurts when you step on them in your bare feet." Bridget gave a small laugh as she followed the brunette into the store.

Once they were inside, they went their separate ways. Franky went off in search of the Lego sets, and Bridget went looking for the dolls. After a minute, the blonde had found what she was looking for, and after carefully comparing it to the notes on her phone, she decided she had the right one, and went to find her girlfriend.

"Franky, baby, no." She had come around the corner to see the brunette studying a huge box. Bridget reached out and turned it so she could see what was written on the front of it. "The Ghostbusters Firehouse, ages sixteen and up. Over four thousand pieces?! She'll never be able to put this together."

"Uh, actually, that one was a personal interest," Franky said shyly, as she put it back on the shelf. "I'm getting this for her." She held up a yellow bucket of assorted bricks that would let Emily decide what she wanted to make.

"Oh, well, okay that looks like fun." Bridget reached out for it. "Here, I'll carry it up front for you."

After the toy store, they had browsed through the rest of the mall, and Bridget had also picked up an art set, and a book that explained how to play a bunch of card games for younger kids. They had also each picked up gifts for Liz and Vera.

"Seems like we kind of missed lunch, what do you think about an early supper?" Franky asked as she checked the time on her phone.

"That sounds amazing. I'm ready to get out of here." Bridget was someone who enjoyed shopping, but not during the holidays when there were far too many people in the stores. She had found everything she was looking for, and was more than ready to head home and spend the rest of the day with the brunette.

"What are you in the mood for? Do you want me to cook something?" Franky was tired and ready to get out of there as well, but she'd never say no to cooking Bridget whatever she wanted.

Bridget stopped walking and turned to face the brunette. "You know what I'm in the mood for?"

"Uh, what?" Franky glanced around them and saw all the people. Normally she'd have made a comment, but there were too many people and young kids around.

"Pizza and beer, on the couch, in our pyjamas." Bridget smiled up at the brunette. "Does that fit with your plans?"

"Just when I thought I couldn't love you any more." Franky lowered her head and gave the blonde a quick kiss. "I can work with that."

Bridget was still changing out of her clothes and into her pyjamas while Franky was getting everything set up in the living room. The brunette placed the pizza box on the coffee table, and opened a beer for each of them. When the blonde walked into the kitchen, Franky did a double take.

"I thought we said pyjamas, Gidge." While Franky had opted for shorts and a singlet, Bridget was wearing just a pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt.

"This is what I wear to bed sometimes," the blonde said, giving her girlfriend a small smile.

"Fair point." Franky picked up the beers, and made her way to the couch. "You can pick whatever you want to watch." The brunette handed Bridget the remote as she sat down.

They sat quietly as they ate, and when they'd finished, the blonde put the leftover pizza in the fridge, and grabbed them each another beer. While she was in the kitchen, Franky moved so that she was half laying down, propped up against the pillows on one end of the couch. When Bridget returned, she patted the space on the couch between her legs, indicating for the blonde to sit there, and lean back against her, effectively using the brunette as a human pillow.

Franky let her arm rest around Bridget, and lazily moved her fingers over the blonde's stomach and side as they watched the movie. Every once in a while she felt Bridget sigh. The brunette lifted her hand and let her fingers trail across the older woman's shoulder. When Franky reached the base of Bridget's neck, she turned her hand and let the backs of her fingers brush lightly over the side of it.

Bridget closed her eyes, and let the brunette linger there for a while before she reached up, and took Franky's hand in her own. She brought it to her lips, and placed a kiss on the younger woman's fingertips, then placed it back on her stomach.

After a moment, the brunette felt Bridget shift, as she repositioned herself to lay on her side against Franky. The blonde reached up and placed a hand on her girlfriend's cheek as she gave her a long, slow kiss.

Bridget smiled as their lips parted. "Is this part of your secret plans for tonight, baby?"

"No," Franky said, running her hand down the blonde's back. "I just like touching you."

"I like it, too." Bridget kissed her again.

"What I had planned for tonight, was this." The brunette stretched her arm toward the coffee table to reach her phone. She found what she was looking for, and handed the phone to Bridget.

The blonde scrolled through the screen and gave a small laugh. "Is this like truth or dare or something?"

"Nah, no dares, just questions. Some are flirty, some are dirty." She winked at the older woman. "And some are just random. So, you in?"

"Sure." Bridget chuckled as she gave Franky another kiss. "One rule though." The brunette nodded. "Anything you ask, you have to be prepared to answer too, if the other person so chooses."

Franky laughed. "Alright, seems fair. You go first."

Bridget looked at the list for a moment before she chose. "We already know a lot about each other, so I have to find something good. Ah, okay here's one. Where is your favourite spot to be kissed? I mean, I know what you like, but what's your absolute favourite?"

"My neck. You remember the Halloween party?" Bridget gave a smirk in response, and Franky continued. "Yeah, what you did then felt amazing."

"I think it was something like this." She turned the brunette's head to the side, and placed her lips on the soft skin under her ear.

Bridget let her lips caress Franky's neck as she slowly worked her way down the side. She heard the brunette take in a sharp breath as she nipped at her skin then soothed it with her tongue. When she reached the base of the younger woman's neck, she reached up and tangled her hand in Franky's hair, pulling gently to force her to tip her head back.

Franky let out a groan as she felt Bridget pull on her hair, and let her head fall back. As the blonde moved her lips across the front of her girlfriend's neck, Franky felt her shift her weight on top of her, so that she could proceed up the opposite side. The brunette ran her hands down Bridget's sides and let them come to rest on her hips. She dug her fingertips into the older woman's skin when she felt the blonde swirl her tongue in the hollow between her collarbones. As Bridget worked her way up the other side of her neck, Franky let her hands move down and around the older woman's thighs.

Bridget took in a shaky breath as she felt the brunette's fingertips slide over the backs of her legs then brush against the sensitive skin on her inner thigh. "Fuck, baby."

Franky smiled as the blonde continued her way up the side of her neck. Bridget ended with a small kiss on her girlfriend's jaw, then pulled back to look at the brunette with a grin on her face.

Franky took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah, it was something like that." She reached over and took a mouthful of her beer as the blonde moved to lay at her side again. "Okay, my turn." She held out her hand, and Bridget handed her the phone. "Alright, have you ever had a threesome?"

"Yes." Bridget gave a small laugh as she studied the look on Franky's face. "Weren't expecting that answer?"

"Uh, not exactly," Franky said, now with a half grin on her face. She let her eyes scan over as much of Bridget's body as she could see in their current position. "I think I might need some details on that."

"There's not much to tell really." Bridget shrugged. "I was twenty, in uni, and I was kind of seeing this guy at the time. One night, after enough alcohol, he and I and one of my friends decided it would be fun to try. It was mostly just awkward, and looking back, I was probably more into my friend than I was him, even though I wouldn't admit that to myself until a couple years later." She reached out for Franky's phone.

"Not going to ask me?" the brunette asked, handing her mobile over.

"Nah, I assume you have since you joked with Vera at the Halloween party that it wouldn't be your first threesome," Bridget replied, looking for another question.

"Ah, fair enough. I forgot about that."

"Hmm, here's something we haven't really talked about. Do you like dirty talk?" Bridget knew this wasn't something Franky had ever really done with her, but that didn't mean she didn't like it.

"No." Franky studied the blonde's face. The brunette felt like she had more to say, but didn't know how.

"Why not?" Bridget asked quietly.

Franky sighed while she gathered her thoughts. "I just remember how sometimes when I was living on the streets, and the guys I sold to, or even just random guys sometimes would say shit to me like that. I remember how it made me feel, and I don't want to make anyone feel that way. I know some people like it, or get off on it or whatever, but to me it just feels gross and tainted. Even when I was just having one night stands with random women, I still wanted them to walk away feeling good, you know? I still respected them. And now with you, no, I definitely don't like the idea of it."

Bridget stretched up and gave the brunette a tender kiss. "I was just expecting you to say it wasn't your thing, but…" she didn't finish her sentence, just shook her head.

Franky gave a small smile. "I made it serious." She picked up her phone. "Okay, back to the flirty and the dirty. If I ever caught you masturbating, would you stop, or would you finish?"

"Baby, you've seen me do it." Bridget laughed.

"Yeah, but that was you choosing to show me. This is asking, if I caught you, what would you do?" The brunette had to admit that the thought of that situation actually turned her on quite a bit.

"That depends." The blonde smirked.

"On what?"

"What you wanted." Bridget held Franky's stare. "If you wanted to watch, I'd finish and let you watch. Or, you know, if you wanted to take over and finish it yourself, that would work too." She saw the brunette's eyes flick down to her lips.

"It would be hard to just watch." Franky felt the blonde's body move against her, and a small smile formed on her girlfriend's lips. "Your turn."

It only took Bridget a second to find her next question. "What's your favourite toy?"

"You know what it is." The blonde remained silent, and Franky knew she was going to make her say it. "The strap on you bought on your birthday."

"You like using it on me." Bridget gave her a slow kiss.

"I liked it just as much when you used it on me." The brunette mumbled against the older woman's lips.

"Noted." The blonde gave a small laugh.

"Ooo, this is a good one." Franky gave Bridget a cheeky smile. "If we were out to dinner, and I said I wanted to have sex right now, what would you do?"

"I'd tell you to lead the way, baby." The blonde connected their lips again.

"Really?" The brunette mumbled. "Even if it was a super fancy place?"

"Mhm." Bridget gave Franky's lip a small bite as she pulled away. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'd rarely say 'no' to you."

The brunette let out a small moan as she felt the older woman shift against her again, causing some friction between her legs.

"What was your best orgasm ever?" Bridget read with a smirk on her face. She laid the phone down beside them again. "I won't be offended if it wasn't with me, promise."

"Oh, it was with you for sure." Franky laughed. "The night in the conjugal room in Wentworth. The second time you made me come. Whatever you did was crazy."

The blonde laughed. "I think it was just an emotional night. I didn't really do anything special, but I'm glad it worked for you."

"It definitely did." The brunette smiled as Bridget leaned in to give her another kiss. Franky felt for the phone beside her, as the blonde let her lips move along the younger woman's jaw. "Fuck." Franky struggled to focus on the writing in front of her. "Have you ever read erotic fiction?"

Bridget let out a small laugh as she settled back in beside the brunette. She knew where the night would most likely end up, but she wasn't ready to get there quite yet. She was enjoying learning about her girlfriend. "Yeah, of course. I was single for periods of my life. A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do, right?"

"So you're not a one-night stand type?" Franky studied her for a moment.

"No. I'm not saying I've never done it, but it always felt kind of empty to me afterwards. Like the idea of it was better than the actual thing." Bridget's hand found the edge of the brunette's singlet, and worked its way underneath.

"But you said you would have let me fuck you in the classroom that day if Em hadn't been in my office."

"Mhm." The blonde thought for a moment. "I never once thought that you'd only be a one night stand." She felt Franky's arm tighten a bit around her. "Okay, I'll let you have that one as a bonus question. Pick another one from the list."

"Hmm. Hot showers, or bubble baths?" The brunette had a bit of an ulterior motive behind her question. She was hoping that maybe she'd discover a new activity they could do together depending on how Bridget answered.

"I assume you mean with someone."

Franky nodded.

"Well, I have to say that I love our showers together, and I'm very glad you let me help you when you were hurt so that you realized that you like them too." The blonde let her fingers trail up the younger woman's stomach, and up between her breasts. She felt Franky's breathing pick up. "There's something about a bath though. It's less rushed, it's more relaxed. You can really take your time. So both have their benefits." Bridget could feel the brunette's eyes on her; moving down her body. She lifted her head slightly to see the screen of the phone. "What would you like to do more of in bed?" She was curious just for curiosity sake, but also because if there was something Franky wanted, then she'd gladly try to give it to her.

"Nothing." The brunette shook her head. "I'm happy with everything. What about you?" Franky knew it was silly, but she had a moment of nervousness. What if there was something Bridget had been missing all this time, and she hadn't picked up on it.

"I'm happy, too, baby." The blonde connected their lips, and let her hand move to Franky's breast. She felt the younger woman's hardened nipple against her palm as she gave it a light squeeze. Bridget felt the brunette nudge the side of her hip, urging her to move on top of her again. "I think you like me on top," she whispered next to Franky's ear, as she rocked her hips against the younger woman.

"I like you anywhere," Franky groaned.

"What colour underwear are you wearing?" Bridget smirked. It was time to move things along.

"Why don't you check for yourself?" The brunette gave her a cocky grin and bit her bottom lip.

Bridget narrowed her eyes at Franky as she moved her hand down her girlfriend's stomach. When she reached the elastic band of the brunette's shorts, she searched the other piece of fabric but felt nothing.

Franky knew what Bridget was looking for, and she also knew that she wouldn't find it.

"You're not wearing any," the blonde concluded. Franky's grin grew even wider. "But, I mean, I have to be thorough, right?" She pushed her fingers further into the brunette's shorts until they brushed over the other woman's clit and found the wetness that had gathered between her folds. The younger woman's eyes fluttered closed for a second. It was Bridget's turn to sport a cocky grin on her face. "You're so wet," she said letting her fingers glide lightly back and forth over Franky's clit.

The brunette let out a soft moan. "Do you not remember what you did to me when we first started this?" Franky gave a small laugh. "And I bet…" she trailed off as she slipped her fingers under the fabric of the blonde's underwear. "…you are too." She smiled when her fingers found Bridget in the same state.

The blonde smiled as she reached down and removed Franky's hand from her underwear. She wanted to tease the brunette for a few minutes, and she knew she'd get too distracted if she let the younger woman continue to touch her.

"Hey." Bridget whispered, pulling Franky's attention back to her voice as she continued to slowly move her fingers. "Your turn."

The brunette took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She willed herself to focus on the list in front of her, but Bridget wasn't making it easy. "Do you prefer morning sex, or nighttime sex?"

"Nighttime," Bridget said, kissing her softly. "I like falling asleep with you afterwards. I like how you hold me." She heard a soft moan come from Franky's lips, and applied a bit more pressure with her fingers. The brunette's breathing picked up. "Ready for your next question?"

Franky let out another moan, and shook her head.

"It feels good, yeah?" Bridget didn't expect an answer as she lowered her head and placed kisses along the brunette's jaw until she got to her ear. "Since you don't want a question, how about I just tell you something instead?"

"Mmm, okay." Franky ran her hands up the blonde's sides underneath her shirt.

"But, you're not allowed to come while I'm telling it." It was Bridget's turn to wear a smirk on her face.

Franky's green eyes locked with her girlfriend's blue ones, and they had an understanding. "Challenge accepted."

Bridget's smirk turned to a smile as she leaned in and softly kissed the brunette's lips. She slowed the pace of her fingers slightly. She may have told the younger woman it was a challenge, but the blonde was on her side. She wanted Franky to be able to hold on for as long as possible. Bridget leaned in next to the brunette's ear again, and placed a small kiss on her cheek. She felt Franky's hands under her shirt, moving across her back as she started to speak.

"You brought up our first kiss earlier, so let's talk about that. You know, I thought about you a lot after that first time I met you. I mean a lot. I thought about how it would feel to have your body pressed against mine; what you'd feel like on top of me...or under. I thought about how soft your lips looked, and imagined what they'd feel like against mine, and against my skin." She nipped at the younger woman's earlobe. "I wondered how you'd touch me, and what your fingers would feel like inside me. So I fucked myself and pretended it was you. Thinking about you always made it hard to make it last. It just felt so good." She heard a soft moan leave the brunette's lips when her finger passed over a particularly sensitive spot, so she lingered there, slowly sliding it back and forth as she continued. "And then that night when you kissed me…" The blonde took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "That was quite a kiss. I remember feeling your lips, and then the way you held me was the perfect combination of strong and gentle. You had one arm around my back, and you played with my hair with the other hand. I was so turned on, but I also felt loved, and safe." Bridget lifted her head, and gave Franky a long, deep kiss. She heard the younger woman's breath hitch as their lips separated.

"I love you," Franky murmured.

"I love you, too, baby." Bridget placed a kiss on the side of the brunette's neck. "After a few seconds of that kiss though, I just wanted you to fuck me." The blonde let her fingers slide further down over the other woman's folds, and Franky let out another moan. "I like hearing that." Bridget smiled against the brunette's neck. "I thought about what would have happened if we hadn't stopped that night. I had this vision of you just picking me up, sitting me on the counter, and fucking me." As she finished her sentence, she let two of her fingers slide easily deep inside Franky. "Just like you did here after that day at the park." She nipped at the skin at the base of the brunette's neck, and felt the younger woman's right hand ball into a fist against her back, and then slowly stretch back out, fingers flexing against her skin. Bridget felt Franky's muscles flutter around her fingers as she sat a slow pace, letting her thumb brush over the younger woman's clit.

"You're pretty close to winning this challenge, Gidge," Franky said, grinding onto Bridget's fingers.

"I just have one more thing to tell you."

"Mmm." Franky half moaned, half answered.

"I still want you to do that to me." Bridget saw the brunette's eyes flick briefly towards the kitchen. "Not here. In your classroom." The blonde gently nipped at Franky's earlobe, and felt her start to clamp down on her fingers. "Not yet, baby." Bridget gave her a small kiss on the lips as she slowly removed her hand from the other woman's shorts.

"Gidge, wha-?" Franky barely had time to think before she felt the blonde move down her body.

Bridget pushed up the brunette's shirt so she could leave a trail of kisses down her stomach. She vaguely registered Franky reaching down, pulling off her own shirt over her head, and discarding it somewhere behind the couch in the direction of the dining room.

The brunette felt Bridget hook her fingers in each side of her shorts, and pull them off over her feet. Seconds later, she felt the blonde's warm mouth on her, slowly sucking and licking.

"Ah! Fuck." Franky had been close a moment ago, and it felt like it was picking up almost where it had left off.

She gripped the edge of the cushions with one hand, and placed the other on the back of Bridget's head. The brunette closed her eyes, and let her head fall back against the pillow. A second later, she felt a pinch on her hip, and lifted her head to look down to make eye contact with the blonde. She was able to hold her gaze for a few seconds until she let her eyes close again. She felt another pinch on her hip, and looked down to make eye contact with Bridget again. Now she understood. The blonde wanted her to watch.

She held eye contact as best she could, but the combination of watching her girlfriend between her legs, and feeling her warm tongue caress her clit, was making it hard. Franky moved her hand from the back of the blonde's head to the back of the couch. She could feel her grip tightening on the cushion underneath her and her girlfriend's hair, and she didn't want to hurt Bridget.

She let out another moan. "Gidge…" The brunette was breathing hard now. "I'm-" Franky didn't even get to finish her sentence before her eyes slammed shut and her orgasm hit her hard.

The brunette felt wave after wave wash through her, as Bridget kept up her pace. Gradually, the blonde slowed her movements, and after the final couple of small tremors ran through the younger woman's body, she moved back up to be face to face with her girlfriend.

Bridget placed a few small kisses on Franky's neck while the brunette worked to regulate her breathing again. When the blonde lifted her head, she was met with Franky's sleepy gaze.

"How was that, baby?" Bridget asked quietly as she gave the brunette a small kiss.

Franky just shook her head and smiled. "I like dominant Gidge. You should let her out more often."

Bridget laughed as the younger woman pulled her in for another kiss. They kissed lazily for another minute or so before the blonde spoke.

"I do have one final question that I saw on the list earlier." Bridget had a cheeky smile on her face.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" Franky asked, as she ran her fingers over the blonde's back.

"Do you think you can take off my underwear without using your hands?"

Franky's cocky grin returned as she deftly flipped them over, and pushed her hips down into Bridget's, causing the blonde's eyes to flutter shut for a second. The brunette moved against her a couple more times before she began to make her way down the older woman's body. Bridget rid herself of her shirt, as soon as Franky had moved far enough down, and she watched as the brunette moved to her left hip. Franky took the fabric between her teeth, as the blonde raised her hips slightly, and pulled it partway down over the blonde's thigh. She made her way to the right side, leaving small kisses and bites along the way, and repeated her actions. This time however, she continued down Bridget's leg until the blonde was able to free one foot, and let her underwear drop off the other leg over the edge of the couch and onto the floor.

Franky started at her knee, and worked her way slowly up. She sucked and bit at the skin on the blonde's inner thigh, knowing there would be marks there tomorrow. She lingered there for a couple minutes before continuing on her way to where she knew the older woman wanted her.

Bridget had no sooner felt the brunette's tongue on her small bundle of nerves, and she could already tell that feeling was building in her stomach. It never did take long with Franky, but this time she could tell it would take even less. Her teasing of the brunette had gotten to her as well, not to mention the friction she had felt periodically as the younger woman moved against her. She felt Franky's fingers slide into her, and let out a small groan.

The brunette ran her free hand over the outside of Bridget's thigh, up her side, and came to rest on the blonde's breast. She massaged it gently and ran her fingers over the hardened nipple. Bridget let out a shaky breath as she pushed herself against Franky's mouth.

"That feels so good, baby," The blonde could feel her muscles tightening, and knew that the younger woman could sense the same.

A few seconds later, Bridget's orgasm washed over her. Franky stayed with her as the blonde's body shook, and she moaned quietly. When the brunette sensed that the other woman's body was starting to calm, she quickly replaced her mouth with her thumb and moved up to give the blonde a deep kiss. The movements of Franky's fingers had never stopped and when another wave of pleasure ripped through Bridget, she wasn't sure if it was a second orgasm, or just a second wave from the first one.

This time the brunette slowed her pace, as the older woman's body began to calm. Franky kissed her again softly on the lips, then her cheek, then the spot under her ear that she liked.

They laid in the quiet for a couple moments, just listening to each other breathe and start to relax. Bridget wiggled her toes and gave a small laugh.

Franky glanced down, then looked back to the blonde. "What's wrong, babe?"

Bridget shook her head, still smiling. "Nothing. You made my toes tingle."

The brunette kissed her again slowly, as she ran her hand down Bridget's side and leg, encouraging her to hook it around the younger woman's hip. The blonde easily found herself lost in Franky's kiss again. When they broke the kiss, Bridget rested her palm against the brunette's cheek.

Franky was the one to break the silence. "We should get up, before we end up here all night."

"It's still early, baby." The blonde gave her a small kiss. "How about we pick up our clothes, take a nice warm shower together, then finish off those last two beers while we watch another movie before bed?"

"Sounds perfect." Franky gave her a kiss as she stood up.

Bridget took their empty bottles over to the sink, as the brunette gathered their clothes from around the room.

Franky was following behind the blonde on her way to put their clothes in the laundry hamper in the bedroom. "Hey, Gidge?" The brunette asked, as the other woman entered the bathroom.

Bridget stuck her head back out the door. "Yeah?"

"Did you mean what you said about still wanting the whole classroom fantasy?"

A small smile appeared on the blonde's face, and she gave Franky a wink as she continued into the bathroom.

The brunette gave a small chuckle as she threw the clothes in the hamper. "I can make that happen," she mumbled to herself. She heard the water turn on in the shower, and made her way to the bathroom.