"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Vera asked Bridget as they sat eating their lunches in the governor's office.
"No, but I have to get through it." The blonde took a bite of her food. "I'm not letting her affect my job. She's not worth it."
Bridget had her first one-on-one meeting with Julia today. She had worked for most of the morning to get everything organized that she thought she'd need. She hoped this would mean they'd have to spend the minimum amount of time possible together. Vera had offered to make up an excuse to attend the meeting if she didn't want to be there alone, but her friend had refused. The blonde thought that this would only serve to let Julia know just how uncomfortable she was with the situation.
"I know," Vera sighed. She watched Bridget poke at her food with her fork. She knew that the presence of the blonde's ex had been bothering her, but she sensed that there was something else going on with her friend as well. "Bridget?"
"Hmm?" Bridget glanced up quickly then went back to examining her food.
"Is there something else bothering you?" The governor was never good at starting these types of conversations, but if she could do it with anyone, it was her friend.
The blonde sighed and laid her fork on her plate. She hadn't yet told Vera about Franky agreeing to be on another cooking show. It wasn't that she was keeping it from her, it was just that with the extra work Channing was having them do, she'd barely seen her since Emily's party except for when they ate lunch together. Even then, they didn't get to talk much. Mostly they just ate their meals in almost complete silence then went back to work.
"Franky was asked to be on another cooking show, and she accepted. It's a great opportunity, but it means that she won't be around much, if at all, and she's had to give up teaching at the Centre, at least for this semester." Bridget let out a long breath. "Liz has agreed to look after Em after school like Franky used to, which is great, but I can tell they're both not happy about losing that time together."
"Wow, that's great she got that chance again." Vera was genuinely happy for the brunette, but she knew how close she was with Emily. "I can imagine that Em would be a bit sad though."
Bridget nodded. "Franky did some negotiation, and she might get to come home once in a while if she wins challenges."
"If you need anything; someone to talk to, or even just someone to sit with and keep you company or look after Em, you can always call me. I know it's not the same as having Franky around though." The governor gave her friend a small smile.
"Thanks, Vera. That means a lot." The blonde returned the smile, and gave her friend's hand a small squeeze. She glanced at the clock. "I should get going. My meeting starts in ten minutes."
"I'll be here all afternoon," Vera said as Bridget gathered her things.
"I know." The blonde gave her friend another smile. "You'll come rescue me if I text you."
The governor gave a small nod, and watched as Bridget left her office.
Bridget sat at her desk and tried to loosen the muscles in her shoulders for the thousandth time while she waited for Julia to arrive. She reached into her bag, and found her engagement ring. She had worn it the first couple days when she was working, but it had brought questions from a couple of the prisoners she'd had sessions with those days. Of course, they didn't know that her fiancée was a former prisoner there, or even who she was at all, but the blonde wanted to avoid any more questions about it. Not only was it bad practise as a counsellor to bring your personal life into therapy sessions, it was also dangerous given her client base. There was always a chance that a prisoner may not like something she did or said, and decide to target people she cared about as a way to take revenge. Right now though, she wanted Julia to get the message loud and clear that she had someone in her life. She slipped the ring onto her finger.
At exactly one o'clock there was a knock at her office door.
Bridget took a deep breath. "Come in."
"Bridget, good afternoon." Julia gave her a tight lipped smile as she closed the door behind her.
"You can take a seat." The blonde motioned to the green armchair closest to the wall; the one her patients usually sat in, as she gathered her papers and took a seat in the opposite chair.
"What, not even a greeting?" Julia asked, sitting down in the chair Bridget had indicated.
"You're right, that was rude of me. Good afternoon." The blonde didn't want to be overly friendly, but she knew that if she came across too strongly, it would make things more difficult for her in the long run. The smoother she could make this go, the better. She saw another grin appear on her ex's face. It wasn't a friendly one, it was another one she remembered all too well. It was the one she saw when Julia had manipulated her and gotten her way. She could almost hear the 'that's better' leave her ex's lips even though the room was completely silent.
"Derek has asked that I review the programs you're running in order to determine if they are worth continuing." Julia flipped open her notebook and folder.
"I can tell you, they are." Bridget believed deeply in the work that she did with the women, and she wasn't prepared to let anything go without a fight.
"This list is fairly extensive." Her ex held up the list of programs that had been included in her information package. "I'm sure there are some things here that we can agree are unnecessary."
The blonde simply sighed and began flipping through her own notes, trying to find a starting point.
"Here's something." Julia scanned over the page in front of her. "It says here that in the last year, ten percent of the inmates who made use of the education program were serving life sentences."
"Mhm." Bridget shrugged. This statistic wasn't new to her.
"So there's something that can be trimmed." She looked at the blonde, waiting for her to admit the logic in her statement.
"I don't see how." Bridget shifted in her chair.
"Come on," Julia scoffed. "There's no need to educate an inmate who'll never see the outside of these walls again."
"Sure there is. Furthering their education gives them a sense of pride and accomplishment. It improves their self-esteem and stimulates their minds. Prison can be a boring place. Some of them even go on to become tutors for the other prisoners." The blonde received only a blank stare from her ex. "You don't think there's value in that?"
"The prison system isn't obligated to provide pep talks to inmates." Julia watched as Bridget stiffened. The psychologist clearly wanted to say something, but held back. "Maybe we can find something else we can agree on."
"Sure." The blonde looked back to her notes again, but still felt her ex's eyes on her.
"Bridget, you've got things listed here that don't even fall under your department." Julia ran her pen along the list. "There's stuff here like yoga and meditation classes. Those should be funded by the recreation budget."
"They didn't get approved as recreation programs." This was what the blonde was worried about. She knew she was pushing the boundaries of what she could get away with, but she hated to see something she thought would benefit the women be discontinued just because someone from another department didn't care to fight for it.
"How in the hell did you get them approved as psych programs then?" The consultant threw up her hands.
Bridget took a deep breath. "Meditation and yoga have been proven to have positive effects on mental health. They can help reduce stress and alleviate depression."
Her ex gave her a look and moved on. "The contraception and family planning program? Please try to sell that one to me. How are you qualified to teach that anyway?"
"Well, uh, I don't actually teach that program, that would be done by the nurse. The women wanted conjugal visits and the only way Vera could get it approved by the board was to require anyone who wanted to participate in it to also participate in some form of contraception education." Bridget cleared her throat. "Channing hated the idea, but I managed to make a good enough argument to convince enough of the other board members to approve it."
"Well, I'm recommending that the conjugal visits be stopped anyway, so if they go, this can go too." Julia placed the program info sheet on the bottom of her stack of papers.
"Wait, why are you recommending that the conjugals be ended?" The blonde had fought hard for that program. Wentworth was the first women's prison in the state to allow it, and she didn't want to see it thrown away that easily.
"They serve no purpose. Why are we making life easier on the inmates anyway? Prison is supposed to be a form of punishment. If you give them luxuries like this, there's not much incentive to reform, is there?" She sat back in her chair. She couldn't wait to hear how Bridget was going to defend this one.
"A key to an inmate's success after release is the support of family and friends. Those relationships suffer greatly while they're in here. The conjugal visits are another way for them to maintain a connection with their partners so hopefully when they're released they will have that support system waiting for them." The blonde knew that her ex was trying to trip her up and throw her off, but she'd had to answer all these questions before, and she was well prepared to do so again.
Julia shook her head. "From my understanding, that program is hanging by a thread anyway, so with my recommendation it should be gone in no time. The family planning and contraception will go along with it."
"If, and I stress, if the conjugal visits go, that's no reason to get rid of family planning. The women still need that." Bridget wasn't conceding a loss on anything yet. She knew she'd get her chance to argue in front of the board before any final decisions were made.
"How so?"
"If the inmate experiences an unplanned or unwanted pregnancy after release, it could be devastating to their chance for success. It creates huge emotional and financial obligations they may not be ready for, especially if they don't have a good support system behind them." The blonde held her ex's stare.
"I understand that these causes are near and dear to you. Some of them probably hit home more than others, but you can't save everyone." Julia studied Bridget's face closely to see if her statement had had the intended effect.
The blonde knew what her ex was hinting at. Of course Julia had known about her pregnancy and miscarriage in university. While Bridget certainly wasn't in the same situation as these inmates, she understood the emotional impact something like this could cause. She'd wrestled with her thoughts and feelings for days, and even now didn't know for certain what her decision would have been. She'd been sad when the doctor told her she was having a miscarriage, but in a way she'd also felt a huge relief. She had been saved from the burden of making a choice.
"I'm not trying to save everyone. I just want the women to have access to every available opportunity we can give them to ensure their mental health while they're here, and their success after their release." Bridget held her ex's stare.
Julia sighed and looked at the clock. "I have another meeting I have to get to. I'll come back in an hour and we'll continue?"
"I can't. I have to leave a bit early today to pick up Em." It was a lie, Franky always looked after her niece, but she didn't want to spend any more time with her ex today. This was also the last weekend before the brunette started filming, and Bridget wanted the three of them to have as much time as possible together. She had already cleared her early departure with Vera.
"Ah, so that was her at the house. It's been awhile since I've seen her. I saw Sarah's obituary, my condolences. Is Tim here on business again?" Julia asked as she gathered her files.
"Tim died in a car accident a few months ago." The blonde was at the point where she could talk about it now without getting too emotional as long as she didn't think too much. "She lives with me now."
"You mean temporarily? Until they find a permanent spot for her?" She didn't understand the expression on Bridget's face.
"She has a permanent spot. With me. Franky and I are raising her." The blonde couldn't believe that Julia would think she'd let Emily be put up for adoption or go into foster care.
"Did Franky agree to that, or did she get roped into putting up with the rugrat like I did?" She stood and began to make her way to the door.
"I never roped you into anything or even asked you to help look after her when I babysat. It was obvious you didn't like her. And Franky didn't have to agree because there was never a question of whether she was staying with us or not. In fact, the first thing Franky wanted to make sure of after we heard about Tim was that Em wouldn't have to leave us. They've adored each other since the moment they met." Bridget was proud of her family, and the way the brunette cared for both her and Emily, and she wanted to make sure her ex knew that.
"Right, well, that worked out for you then." Julia opened the office door. "I'll have Derek set up some more time for us to continue this next week." She didn't wait for the blonde's answer, just closed the door behind her and headed back to her temporary office.
Franky was placing some clothes into the suitcase she had set on the bed when she heard the front door open, then close again. She heard Bridget say hello to Emily, then she heard the click of her shoes on the hardwood floor heading towards the bedroom.
"Hey, Gidge. You're home early." The brunette saw the tears form in the older woman's eyes as soon as she saw the suitcase. "Hey, come here." Franky reached out and wrapped her arms around the blonde. "I thought I'd get this done so I wouldn't have to do it this weekend. More time to spend with you guys."
"It's not that. Well, part of it is that." She buried her face against the younger woman's neck.
Bridget knew that the brunette started filming on Monday, but she had told herself that she wasn't going to let that hang over the weekend like a dark cloud.
"Talk to me, babe." The brunette rubbed her back.
"I had a meeting with Julia, she was basically trying to say that most of the work I do there isn't important enough to continue." The blonde shook her head. "The whole time I just wanted this." She tightened her arms around Franky's waist.
"Julia doesn't get the final say on anything, right?" The brunette felt Bridget shake her head again.
"I love you, baby," the blonde said as she placed a soft kiss on Franky's neck. She felt the younger woman's sigh of content.
"I love you, too." Franky smiled. She'd stand there all day and let Bridget kiss her neck if that's what the blonde wanted to do. "Do you want to change into something more comfortable? It might help you relax and feel a bit better."
"Undress me?" Bridget placed another kiss on the brunette's neck, parting her lips slightly to allow her to caress the skin with the tip of her tongue.
"Gidge, you're a tease." Franky let out a quiet laugh so that Emily wouldn't hear. She didn't want the young girl to interrupt them. "But I love it." She had sensed that the blonde was about to pull away, and she wanted to make it clear that she didn't mean for her to stop.
The brunette started with Bridget's jacket. She placed her hands between the smooth, silky lining of the jacket and the blonde's blouse. As Franky ran her hands up and across her shoulders, Bridget shrugged, and let the jacket fall to the floor. The older woman moved her lips closer to the brunette's jaw. The room was quiet and she could hear Franky's breathing pick up.
The younger woman reached down and pulled at the material of Bridget's blouse to free it from her pants. Once it was loose, Franky worked her way up, unbuttoning each button slowly, and making sure to let her fingers brush against the blonde's stomach as she went. Once it was completely undone, the younger woman repeated the same actions as with the jacket, and it joined the pile of clothes on the floor. With one hand, the brunette reached behind Bridget and unfastened her bra, which was discarded on top of the blouse and jacket.
The blonde switched to the opposite side of Franky's neck, and felt a small vibration under her lips. The brunette slowly undid the button on Bridget's pants, and pulled down the tab on the zipper. Franky flattened a hand against each of the older woman's sides, and slid them inside her underwear. She worked slowly, pushing the fabric down first over the blonde's hips, then butt. She bent slightly, forcing Bridget's lips to leave her neck, and ran her hands down the backs of the other woman's thighs until her pants and underwear hit the floor, and she was standing before the brunette completely naked. Franky placed a kiss on the blonde's stomach, then chest, and finally her lips, as she stood up.
The brunette walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. She selected a pair of underwear, and a loose-fitting pair of cotton pyjama pants. She handed them to Bridget before she opened another drawer and selected one of her own tshirts.
"Here, babe." Franky handed the shirt to the blonde, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The younger woman sat down on the bed and watched her fiancée get dressed. "You're so beautiful."
Bridget smiled, and the brunette saw her cheeks turn a shade of pink.
"We should go see what Em is up to," Franky said once the blonde was dressed.
Bridget reached out for the younger woman's hand and pulled her up off the bed. She held onto it as she led Franky to the bedroom door.
"I would have let you keep going." The blonde glanced back over her shoulder to see the brunette's reaction.
"I know." Franky winked, making Bridget shake her head and laugh.
"What have you got there, bub?" Franky asked as Emily sat down between her and Bridget on the sofa with a box in her hands.
"The bracelet kit." The young girl handed it to the brunette. Her birthday present from Vera had been craft kits, and this was one of them. "Can I make one?"
"Sure." Franky gave her a smile. "Do you want me to open it for you?"
Emily nodded her head, and the brunette opened the box. She slid out the tray that contained all the items the young girl could use to make her creations. Franky helped her choose which colors of string she wanted to use, then helped her get started.
"It says you need to cut the string three times longer than the length you want the finished bracelet to be. Hold out your arm." The brunette wrapped the string that Emily had chosen around the young girl's wrist loosely three times then added a couple extra inches just in case. "There, so now we need the other colors cut to the same length as this piece."
Emily sat quietly and worked. Before long she had finished her bracelet.
"Can you tie it on?" The young girl held up the bracelet.
"If I tie it, it has to stay on all the time until we cut it. Or we can use one of the clasps if you want to be able to take it off." Franky wanted to make sure Emily understood that if she tied it on, the only way to remove it would ruin it.
"Even when I have a shower?" Emily looked at Franky, then at her aunt.
"Yeah. It'll be okay though. It will dry after a few minutes." Bridget reassured her.
"Okay, tie it." The young girl held out her arm, and the brunette tied it on for her.
Emily set the tray on the coffee table, and studied her bracelet. After a couple of minutes, she picked it up again.
Franky felt something touch her wrist, and glanced down to see the young girl wrapping a piece of her string around it. The brunette turned her attention back to the television. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Emily check every couple of seconds to see if Franky had noticed what she was doing. The brunette knew it was supposed to be a surprise so she pretended that she hadn't felt anything.
When the young girl had finished with that one, she began to measure Bridget's wrist, again trying to be covert about it. The blonde didn't react, but simply caught Franky's eye, and exchanged a small smile with her.
"This is for you." Emily held out a bracelet to her aunt once she had finished it.
"Thank you, love. It's very pretty." Bridget held out her wrist to the brunette. "Can you tie it on, baby?"
"You'll wear it everywhere?" the young girl asked, and her aunt nodded. "Even to work?"
"Even to work." Bridget smiled when she saw how pleased Emily was that she liked it so much.
"This one is for you." She held out the one she'd made for Franky.
The brunette held out her arm, and Bridget tied it on for her.
"Thanks, bub." Franky gave the young girl a kiss on the top of her head.
"Are you going to wear it on the show?" Emily asked her.
"Yeah, that's why I got Auntie to tie it." It was the first time the young girl had mentioned the show since they'd told her about it. As the time drew closer though, they had both noticed that Emily had become a bit more clingy, especially with the brunette.
"I want you to undress then get into bed," Bridget said quietly, as she broke their kiss. She saw a small smirk appear on the brunette's face. "Just go lay down." She let out a small laugh and gently pushed Franky towards the bed.
When the blonde made no move to follow, the younger woman gave her a questioning look.
"I need to get something. I'll be there in a second." Bridget answered the silent question as she took off her own clothes. She waited until Franky laid down in the bed, then opened the closet door.
"What are you getting, babe?" the brunette asked.
"You're asking far too many questions." The older woman still had her back to her fiancée, but she smiled to herself anyway as she opened a drawer in the closet organizer.
"It was only on-...ohh." Franky stopped mid-sentence when she saw what the blonde was holding. "So I did get you all worked up earlier."
Bridget gave a small laugh. "No, well, yes, but that's not what this is about."
"What's this about then?" The brunette propped herself up on her elbows, and watched the older woman as she walked towards her.
"It's about me wanting to give you something you said you liked." The blonde dropped the harness and dildo onto the other side of the bed as she climbed onto Franky's lap.
The brunette took in the sight in front of her. Bridget giggled as Franky sat up more, and ran her hands over the older woman's thighs.
"What's the giggle for?" Franky asked as she placed a kiss on the blonde's neck.
"You always look at me like you're seeing me naked for the first time." Bridget pulled back a bit so that she could capture the brunette's lips.
"Maybe I just really like what I see." Franky smiled at her, and let her thumbs brush across the blonde's hip bones.
Bridget shivered and connected their lips again. She pushed the brunette back down onto the mattress. As Franky relaxed against the pillows, a thought crossed the blonde's mind. If the younger woman liked to look at her so much, then maybe she'd make her just watch for a while. She knew Franky liked being in control in the bedroom; it came naturally to her and she was good at it. Bridget didn't have a problem with that; she was equally comfortable with giving and receiving, but tonight she was in the mood to take control and have the brunette just come along for the ride.
She moved her hips against Franky. The contact felt good, and she watched as the brunette ran her eyes over her body again. Bridget pressed her hips down again, but this time she also moved her hand to her own breast and gave it a small squeeze. The brunette reached up to up the blonde's other breast.
"You only get to watch." Bridget intercepted her hand, and guided it back to its previous spot on her hip. Franky gave her a small grin.
The blonde moved her hand from her breast, down her stomach, and let her fingers brush over her clit. She closed her eyes for a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of her fingertips lightly drawing patterns over the small bundle of nerves. She felt the brunette squirm beneath her,
Franky wanted to touch her. So far Bridget hadn't stopped her from touching her thighs or hips, but she wasn't letting her participate in anything else. Until she'd met the blonde, she'd never let the dynamic in the bedroom change much. With all the other women, she'd always been in control. Of course she let them touch her if they wanted, and bring her to orgasm, but there was never anything like this where she clearly was not in charge. She had learned though that it was something she liked a lot, at least with Bridget.
Franky watched as the blonde continued to touch herself. She gently pulled on Bridget's legs, encouraging her to move a bit further up. This allowed the brunette to bend her knees slightly, which gave the blonde some support behind her. Bridget moved against her again, and Franky felt the warm wetness on her lower stomach.
The brunette decided to see how far the 'no touching' rule actually went. She placed a hand on each side of the blonde's rib cage. She could feel Bridget's breathing pick up. Franky moved her hands slowly down, making sure her thumbs brushed over each freckle and sensitive spot along the way. When she got to the older woman's thighs, she ran her hands down and then back up again. On the way up however, she made sure her thumbs brushed against the skin on the inside as close to the blonde's folds as she thought she could get away with.
Bridget smiled down at the brunette. The muscles in her right leg twitched as Franky touched her inner thigh again. She was getting close to her orgasm. The blonde picked up her pace with her fingers. She wanted her release, she wanted Franky to watch it, and perhaps most of all, she wanted to hear her name on the brunette's lips when she gave her her own release later tonight.
Bridget felt Franky's hands massaging her thighs. She was getting closer to touching the blonde, but at this point, the older woman didn't care. It only took a few more movements of her fingers before her orgasm came over her. Her body shook, and she felt the brunette's grip on her tighten, giving her some support.
After the initial, intense waves were over, Bridget leaned forward and rested her body against Franky's while she caught her breath. The brunette pushed her body against the older woman's, and Bridget let out a small whimper. She was still sensitive from her orgasm.
The blonde placed a small kiss on Franky's jaw, then lifted her head and placed another on her lips.
"That was really hot, babe," the brunette said as she nipped at Bridget's bottom lip.
The blonde smiled at her, and pushed herself up into a sitting position again. She reached over and grabbed the harness that she had laid on the other side of the bed earlier, and stood up. After she had secured the straps on her hips, she reached into the bedside table drawer and took out the bottle of lube.
"I doubt we'll need that." Franky chuckled.
"No?" Bridget gave her a playful smile as she laid back down in the bed beside the brunette.
"I think you underestimate the effect you have on me sometimes." Franky pulled her in for a deep kiss. She could feel the dildo resting against her leg, and felt a pang of nervous excitement in her stomach. This was still something new to her; she'd only experienced it the one time with the blonde. She had liked it a lot though, and she trusted Bridget.
"You might be in trouble then," Bridget said as she reached down to find the wetness that had gathered between the brunette's legs.
The blonde let her fingers glide over Franky's clit, causing the younger woman's lips to part slightly. Her hand continued further and she slipped two fingers easily between the brunette's folds. Bridget lowered her head and took one of Franky's hardened nipples into her mouth. She held it between her teeth while she ran her tongue over it, eliciting a groan from the younger woman.
"Please, babe." Franky was beyond turned on. She'd watched, and felt Bridget pleasure herself while sitting on top of her, and she was ready for the teasing to be over.
"Please what?" the blonde mumbled, her blue eyes watching the younger woman intently.
Franky didn't respond, but reached down and hooked two fingers in the leather strap that ran over Bridget's hip. She gave a small tug.
The blonde giggled and positioned herself on top of Franky. The brunette let her legs fall open, allowing Bridget to settle comfortably between them.
The blonde lowered her head, and placed a kiss below Franky's ear. "You like me on top, don't you?" she whispered.
"Yeah." The brunette breathed out slowly.
Bridget kissed her on the lips again, before she reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. She sat back so she was kneeling between Franky's legs and let a few drops fall from the bottle onto the dildo.
"I just want to make sure it's comfortable," she said when she saw the questioning look on the brunette's face. She closed the bottle and put it back on the table as she laid down on top of the younger woman again.
Bridget kissed Franky slowly. She felt the brunette moving against her, trying to get some friction where she needed it. The older woman reached down and guided the dildo to Franky's entrance. She pushed forward slowly, but the toy entered the other woman easily, and before she knew it, it was all the way in.
"You alright?" Bridget whispered when she heard a sharp gasp come from the brunette.
"Yeah. It's just cold," Franky said, and they laughed together for a second.
"It'll warm up quickly." The blonde kissed her as she started to move her hips.
Bridget started slowly. The first time she'd done this with Franky, she was a bit more rushed. It was probably the excitement of the night mixed with the alcohol. She was in no hurry tonight, though.
"Mmm." The brunette moaned against Bridget's lips.
The blonde kissed across Franky's jaw and began down the side of her neck. She knew the younger woman's weaknesses and she intended to exploit every one of them. The brunette let out another moan.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" Bridget smiled against Franky's skin when she got only another moan in response. So much for the brunette being quiet during sex.
With the blonde's lips on her neck, Franky didn't know how long she'd last. She felt Bridget pick up her pace ever so slightly. Each time she pulled back, the brunette felt the other woman roll her hips a bit so that the tip of the toy put some extra pressure against the front wall of her vagina.
"Fuck, Gidge." With each thrust, Franky could feel a jolt travel through her body right down to her toes.
"Tell me what you want." Bridget bit the skin on the brunette's collarbone a bit harder than normal and heard a small gasp.
"A little harder, babe." Franky could already feel herself tightening around the dildo. "That feels so good."
The blonde could tell the younger woman was getting close. It would be easy for her to push her over the edge quickly, but she wanted to make her wait a bit longer. She complied with Franky's request of 'harder', but she slowed her pace a bit. She made sure that she hit that spot on the younger woman's front wall every time she pulled out.
She continued this way for a couple minutes, enjoying the sounds that were spilling from Franky's mouth. Every few seconds she'd place a kiss on her neck, cheek, or lips.
The brunette ran her hands up Bridget's back and across her shoulders, causing her to shiver. She kissed Franky hard and sped up to her original pace again. She felt the younger woman's fingers dig into the backs of her shoulders. It only took a couple more thrusts before the brunette came with a small groan.
Bridget stilled her movements and allowed Franky to ride out her orgasm. When the younger woman's breathing started to return to normal, the blonde slowly moved her hips again a couple of times.
Franky moaned. "Fuck, Gidge." She pushed herself against the toy.
"You want more, baby?" Bridget repositioned a bit to give herself more leverage. She felt the brunette's hands on her butt.
This time she started out faster. The first time had been sweet and slow, this one, she sensed, wasn't going to be as pretty.
"Faster, babe." Franky pulled her in for a kiss.
The blonde knew she was getting deeper than she did the first time. When they broke the kiss, the brunette was breathing hard, and a thin layer of sweat had begun to form on her skin.
Bridget reached down and put one of Franky's legs around her hip.
"Oh fuck." The brunette wrapped her arms around the older woman's neck and held on tightly. A steady string of moans falling from her lips.
The blonde sped up a bit more and it was only a couple of seconds before Franky came with a loud moan. She held on tightly to Bridget as she rode out her orgasm. When her body finally relaxed, she could already feel the sleepiness coming over her.
The blonde gave her a light kiss on the lips, and gently pulled out the toy. She moved to lay beside Franky where she unfastened the harness, and dropped it over the side of the bed. When Bridget turned back to face the younger woman, she could tell that she was already close to sleep.
"The first time, I fucked you speechless. This time I made you unconscious," the blonde said with a small laugh.
"Come here," Franky mumbled. She pulled Bridget close to her. "That was really fucking hot, babe. It felt good."
The blonde smiled and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "I'm glad. I love you, baby."
"I love you, too, Gidge."
The last word was so soft that Bridget wasn't sure if the brunette had actually said it, or if she'd just imagined it. Either way, she was happy that her fiancée was content, and happy.
