Bridget had checked in before she and Vera had gone to the studio, so they were able to go straight to the room when they arrived at the hotel. Franky couldn't wait to just be alone with the blonde. It wasn't even about sex, it was just nice to know that they could finally spend time together without a deadline looming for her to have to return to the set, or for someone to knock on the door and tell them their time was up for the night.
"Shit, babe, this room is amazing!" The brunette looked around, taking it all in. She sat her bag down, and wrapped her arms around Bridget. "Thank you."
"You deserve it." The blonde draped her wrap over the back of a nearby armchair, then put her arms around Franky's neck and gave her a long, slow kiss.
"Gidge?" The brunette reluctantly broke their kiss.
"Yeah, baby?" Bridget pulled back a bit, running her fingers over the back of the younger woman's neck.
"Do you mind if we shower first? It's been a long day, and I probably smell like a kitchen." Franky didn't want her to think she was asking because she wanted to delay their going to bed.
"I don't mind." The blonde smiled at her. "A shower sounds lovely." She moved in for another kiss.
The brunette let her hands move over Bridget's back, then down to her butt. She squeezed gently with each hand, pulling the older woman into her, and felt her giggle against her lips. She brought one hand up, and blindly searched for the zipper pull at the back of the dress. She felt Bridget shiver.
"You alright?" Franky mumbled, as she moved her lips to the other woman's neck.
"Mm, yeah, it was just that spot," the blonde said, softly.
"This one?" the brunette asked as she brushed her fingers over the centre of Bridget's lower back again before unzipping the dress.
"Yeah, that one." The blonde smiled as she felt her body react to Franky's touch once again.
The dress slid down her torso, and with a little help from the brunette to get it over her hips, it fell in a pool around her feet. Franky held her steady while she stepped out of the ring of fabric.
"No underwear?" The younger woman gave her a cheeky grin as she bent to pick up the dress, and placed it over the back of the armchair with the wrap.
Bridget simply shrugged with a smile on her face as she reached up to unbutton Franky's shirt. She'd changed out of her kitchen uniform and threw on a plaid button-up and jeans while they were waiting for Emily in the shower. She placed the brunette's shirt and bra on the chair beside her dress, then hooked her fingers in one of Franky's belt loops and pulled her towards her.
Franky watched her with a smile on her face. "That's hot, Gidge."
"Is it?" It was Bridget's turn to sport a cocky grin as she pulled on the belt loop again.
"Yeah, I like when you undress me." Franky felt the blonde's fingers working at the button on her pants as she connected their lips again.
Bridget wanted to touch her. The last time she'd been able to do so was the morning they'd spent in bed the first weekend she'd been home. She pushed her hand into the brunette's underwear, and let her fingers slide over her clit a few times.
"You're really wet." The only response she got was in the form of a small moan.
Bridget removed her hand, and Franky stepped out of her boots, as the blonde pushed her pants and underwear down over her thighs. She took her by the hand, and led her into the bathroom. It had a large shower; the floor and walls covered in smooth stone. Bridget adjusted the water until it was warm enough that steam began to gather in the room. She figured the heat would help relax the brunette's tired muscles.
Franky followed the blonde into the shower, and took her in her arms again. She sighed as she felt the strong jets of water hit her back.
Bridget reached behind her and picked up the bottle of shampoo that was sitting on the shelf. She squeezed a small amount into her hand and began to work it into the brunette's hair. When she was done, she repositioned them so she could rinse it out.
They took turns washing each other, each spending a bit more time on the more sensitive areas. They knew each other's bodies very well by now.
Franky turned them, and backed the blonde against the wall. She heard Bridget gasp when her back hit the cool stone. The younger woman kissed a trail down her stomach, feeling the muscles in Bridget's stomach contract a bit when her lips or tongue made contact. The brunette ended up on her knees, and placed a hand behind the other woman's thigh, urging her to put her leg over Franky's shoulder.
Bridget placed her hand against the wall behind her to steady herself as she felt the brunette's warm, soft tongue moving expertly over her bundle of nerves. She looked down to see Franky looking up, watching her. She held eye contact as long as she could, before she let her head fall back to rest against the wall. When she fantasized about sex with Franky, this was something that always ran through her mind. The brunette was really good at it. She never seemed rushed or in a hurry, but it always seemed to Bridget that it was over too fast. A testament to the younger woman's skill, she supposed.
The blonde pushed herself against Franky's mouth, and felt the leg she was standing on, shake. She looked to each side for something to hold on to, and found nothing. She felt it shake again.
The brunette looked up, and saw Bridget searching for something to hold onto for support. She gave one more flick of her tongue, then began kissing a trail up the blonde's stomach.
"Let's go to bed," Franky said, placing a soft kiss on Bridget's lips as she reached over and turned off the water.
As they stepped out of the shower, the brunette reached over and grabbed a large towel off the rack. It was so big that she was able to wrap it around both of them as she guided the blonde towards the bed.
"Lay down, babe," Franky said gently as she pulled back the covers.
Bridget sank into the luxurious bed with a sigh as the brunette settled on top of her.
Franky gave her a deep kiss, then wasted no time returning to her previous actions from the shower.
"That feels really good." It wasn't taking the blonde long to return to her previous level of excitement. She felt the brunette's fingers against her opening, and pushed her hips forward, encouraging her.
She felt Franky's fingers slip easily inside her, and moaned as the brunette curled them, applying extra pressure to the front wall. Bridget knew with this combination it wouldn't take long, it never did.
Franky picked up her pace, and felt the blonde flutter around her fingers. She curled them harder, and it only took a few seconds for Bridget to come with a loud moan.
The brunette slowed her pace when the older woman's body had calmed, and began kissing her way up the middle of her stomach.
The blonde pushed herself onto Franky's fingers. She'd waited for weeks to feel them again, and she wasn't ready for it to end.
"You like that, babe?" The brunette heard her whimper as she hit a sensitive spot.
"Yes," Bridget breathed out, barely louder than a whisper.
Franky buried her face against the blonde's neck as she felt the older woman reach down and enter her with two fingers.
Bridget could hear the brunette's heavy breathing, and feel her warm breath against her neck. She was quickly on her way to her second orgasm after Franky had found a sweet spot deep inside her. She knew that the brunette had to be beyond turned on by this point, so she set a fast pace with her own fingers, hoping to bring the other woman along with her. She heard Franky moan, and felt a sharp bite at the base of her neck.
"Fuck, Gidge." The brunette didn't know exactly what Bridget was doing to her, but she knew if she hit that spot just a couple more times, that was all it was going to take.
The blonde felt Franky's body start to tense, and with a few more thrusts of the brunette's fingers, her own body gave in to a second wave of pleasure. She managed one final curl of her own fingers, and that was enough for Franky's orgasm to spread through her as well.
They lay there for a few moments, just listening to each other's breathing slow, and their bodies come down from the high. When Franky felt herself start to get sleepy, she moved off the blonde to lay on her back. Bridget moved in close to her side, and the brunette wrapped an arm around her.
"I love you, babe," she said softly, as she stroked the blonde's arm lightly with her fingers.
"I love you, too." Bridget reached up and straightened the kite pendant on Franky's necklace. She loved that the younger woman never took it off. "Are you hungry? You didn't eat tonight." The blonde had enjoyed a lovely supper, but she knew that Franky had been too busy, and probably too nervous, to eat.
"I believe I just ate," the brunette said, looking down Bridget's body with a half grin on her face.
"You know what I meant," the blonde replied with a playful glare.
"Yeah, I guess I am a bit." Franky looked over at the clock. "It's after midnight though, there's probably nowhere to get anything now."
Bridget reached over her, opened the drawer in the bedside table, and pulled out the room service menu.
"Ooo look, there's an overnight menu." She handed it to the brunette, and settled back in against her side.
"Okay, maybe I was hungrier than I thought. This all looks good." Franky flipped to the next page. "I think I'll have the wagyu beef burger, or maybe the club sandwich."
"While you're deciding, I'm going to use the washroom." The blonde gave her a kiss on the cheek, and got up out of the bed.
"Yeah, definitely the burger. Gidge, do you want anything? I can wait until you come back if you want to look," the younger woman called towards the bathroom.
"No, thanks, I'm good, baby."
"Not even some fries?" Franky knew the blonde always said she didn't want anything, then would eat from her plate when it arrived.
"Nah, I'm still full from dinner," Bridget replied before flushing the toilet.
"Yes, I'm calling from room 2908. I'd like to order the wagyu beef burger with a double side of the fries." The brunette waited while the woman repeated her order back to her. "Yeah, that's correct. Okay, thanks."
The blonde crawled back into bed beside Franky. They laid there in comfortable silence, looking out over the city. Bridget had booked a room on one of the higher floors, with large windows looking out over the whole downtown area of Melbourne. It was beautiful watching the lights of the cars on the roads, moving through the darkness, and the rows of lamp posts that lit the many streets and walking paths that crisscrossed the city.
"Room service." Came a voice from the other side of the door, breaking the quiet.
"I'll get it." The blonde gave Franky a kiss as she got up, and grabbed a robe on her way to the door. She reappeared a moment later carrying a tray.
The brunette started to get up.
"Stay in bed, baby." Bridget waited while Franky propped herself up in a sitting position, then sat the tray on her lap. She took off her robe before crawling back into the bed.
The brunette took a bite of the burger and let out a moan. "This is amazing."
"Good, I'm glad." The blonde took a fry from the plate.
Franky noticed, but didn't say anything. She smiled to herself.
"What are you thinking?" Bridget could tell that the younger woman was deep in thought as she chewed on her mouthful of food, looking out over the city.
Franky shook her head. "I'm so lucky."
"It wasn't luck that helped you win, it was your talent and hard work." Bridget had seen the toll the show had taken on the brunette every time they spoke on the phone.
"I don't mean that. I mean this." She motioned to the room, the bed. "I'm in a king size bed, in a five star hotel, with a gorgeous, naked woman, who I'm completely in love with, eating amazing food, after having amazing sex, with a bunch of money to use to open my own restaurant." Franky shook her head again. "If someone had said two years ago that this would be my life I would have told them they were fucking crazy. God, I feel like I'm high or something." She let out a small laugh.
"Yeah, you must be, cause you haven't whined once about me eating your fries." Bridget gave her a guilty smile as she took another one from the plate.
"I got a double order." Franky smiled, and took another bite of her burger as the blonde pretended to be offended that she knew her so well as to order food for her even when she'd said she didn't want any. The brunette swallowed. "You know, this is almost perfect."
"What would make it perfect?" Bridget asked as she stole another fry.
"If you were my wife." She leaned over and gave the blonde a soft kiss.
"Okay, let's set a date." Bridget was on board.
"I'm free the rest of the weekend." Franky caught the look of surprise on the older woman's face.
Her hand had stopped with the second half of her fry part way to her mouth. "Baby, we at least need time to book things, and let people know."
"All we need is to get rings, and have someone do the ceremony. I don't need anything fancy, I don't need people to buy us gifts or anything." The brunette sighed. "I don't know how to explain it because I know that a piece of paper doesn't change anything, but I just want to be able to call you my wife. I feel like we've been through so much, and it's kind of gotten put on hold for other things, and now I just really want it to happen. It's important to me."
Bridget didn't know what to say. She was overwhelmed in a good way.
"I understand, baby. I want that too." She took a deep breath. "Let's give us a few days to get settled back into normal life, and go shopping for some rings, and we'll see if we can find someone who's available to do the service at the house next weekend. How's that sound?"
"Perfect." Franky gave her a huge smile, and another kiss before she went back to eating her burger.
It was Bridget who woke first the next morning. She was still snug against the brunette's side with her right leg thrown over her hip, and the younger woman's arm around her. They hadn't bothered to close the curtains last night, not wanting to block out the beautiful view of the city, and now the blonde could see the sun starting to rise over the buildings.
The brunette had talked last night about how lucky she'd felt, but Bridget felt the same way. She reached down, and pulled the blankets up further around them as she turned her head to nuzzle against the younger woman's shoulder. Even though they'd used the hotel shampoo and bodywash the night before, the blonde could still pick up the familiar scent of her fiancée's skin.
She felt Franky's thumb brush back and forth against her side, and looked up to see a small smile form on the brunette's face. She wasn't sure if the other woman was actually awake yet, or if she was just reacting to her moving against her side.
"I can feel you watching me." Franky slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the blonde.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Bridget said with an apologetic smile.
"You didn't. I was kind of awake anyway, just enjoying laying here with you." She placed a kiss on the older woman's lips, then laid her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the blonde's fingers moving slowly on her lower stomach. She smiled thinking this was one of the things she usually did, not the other way around. "Please tell me we don't have to get up yet."
"It's still early, plus I got the late checkout," she said, placing a kiss on the younger woman's shoulder.
"See, I told you you were perfect." Franky tightened her arm round the blonde.
Bridget let out a small giggle. "I was thinking that we should go get our rings today before we pick up Em. That way we'll have them whenever we decide to have the ceremony."
"Yeah, that's a good idea," the brunette said softly. She could feel the older woman's hand still moving over her stomach. Her mind flickered briefly to an image of the other woman doing that, waiting to feel their baby move. "What are your thoughts on a honeymoon?"
"I haven't really thought about it." Bridget shrugged. "Do you want one?"
"Yes, and no." Franky sighed.
"Talk to me," the blonde said, soothingly.
"Yes, because I'd love to take you away somewhere nice, and I want to give you everything you want. So, if you want a honeymoon, then I want to give it to you." The brunette took a deep breath to calm herself. "No, because I feel like it's a lot of money to spend on us when we have family expenses coming up. But then here I am about to spend a shit ton of money on something that's for me, so that feels like I'm being hypocritical."
"Oo, baby, that's a lot going on in that mind of yours. Come here." Bridget moved herself up a bit in the bed so that she could give Franky a kiss to help calm her. "When you say family expenses, you're talking about a baby?" She watched as the younger woman nodded. "Okay, before we get to that, let's talk about the restaurant. Yes, it's your dream, and it will be something you're buying, but it's not really just for you. It's something for your work. Something that will be an income for you that you'll use to help support our family. That's not a selfish thing, baby. You're building something that maybe our kids will want to take over someday. I could see Em wanting to follow in your footsteps. I agree that having a baby will cost money, but we don't know how much yet, and insurance might cover some of the cost. We'll both have to look into that after the wedding."
"I looked into the fertility stuff a while back." Franky hadn't mentioned this to the blonde before.
"Yeah?" Bridget asked as she tucked a piece of hair behind the other woman's ear.
"It was back when I hadn't decided what I wanted to do yet. I just didn't really know much about it, and I was nervous, so I wanted to learn about it. I should have told you." The brunette looked down at her hands as she said the last part.
The older woman shook her head. "It's okay to want some time to work things out for yourself."
"It just seems like it can be really expensive. Especially if we have to do in vitro," Franky sighed.
"I know we haven't discussed money before, but it'll be okay. I promise. From what I understand, there are less expensive options before in vitro that work really well, and there's no reason to think you'd have a harder time getting pregnant than the average woman. You're young, and you're healthy." Bridget gave her a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, that's true. See, that's why I should have told you before. You would have known exactly what to say." The brunette gave her a soft kiss.
"What can I say? It's a gift." She gave Franky a long, slow kiss. She could feel that the other woman was starting to relax.
"There is one more thing though," Franky said, when their lips parted.
"You'd worry about Em while we were gone?" Bridget gave a small laugh when she saw the surprised look on the brunette's face.
"I'd worry, yeah."
"She'd probably be okay with Liz or Vera, but I understand." The blonde thought for a moment. "There's no reason that a honeymoon has to mean that we go somewhere far away. It's supposed to be a time for the couple to relax, and just be with each other, right? And if we're worried about how much money it's costing, or how Em is doing, then we're not going to be relaxed."
"That's true." Franky had an idea where Bridget might be going with this.
"We're relaxing and being with each other here," she said as she moved to straddle the brunette's lap. "So why don't we just spend a few nights at a fancy hotel here in the city? We can order room service, then eat it in bed, naked, and have lots of crazy sex."
Franky put her hand behind Bridget's head, and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss.
"Sounds perfect," she said, as she nipped at the blonde's lower lip.
"Good. So let's order breakfast, eat it naked in bed, then have a shower before we head out to buy our rings." Bridget reached for the room service menu.
"You forgot the crazy sex part," Franky said as she gently bit the older woman's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm just really hungry. Is it okay if we eat first?" Bridget gave her an apologetic look, which made the brunette laugh.
"Yeah, of course. What looks good on there?" Franky ran her fingers lightly over the blonde's back while she looked through the menu options.
"All of it." She gave a small laugh. "There's fresh juices and smoothies, yogurt, muesli, porridge, omelettes, eggs benedict, cinnamon french toast, pancakes, waffles, a fruit plate, plus pretty much whatever sides you want to go with any of it; ham, turkey, smoked salmon, different cheeses, hash browns, bacon."
"I think I want the cinnamon french toast." The brunette hadn't really thought she was that hungry until she'd heard the other woman read off all those options.
"Excellent choice. I think I'll get the omelette with ham, tomatoes, spring onions, ricotta cheese, and jalapenos." Bridget peeked around the edge of the menu. "Do you want me to order?"
"Sure." Franky ran her hands down over the blonde's hips and over her thighs to her knees, then back again.
"Behave while I'm on the phone." Bridget gave her a kiss as she reached for the receiver.
"Where's the fun in that?" the brunette whispered as the other woman waited for someone to answer her call.
"Hello, yes, room service for 2908." The blonde watched as Franky sat up, and felt her arms wrap around her. "I'd like the omelette with ham, tomatoes, spring onion, ricotta, and, um…" She felt the brunette's lips press softly against her neck. "Jalapenos." The person on the other end of the line read her order back, but she paid no attention. "Uh, no, I'd also like the uh, the um…"
Franky had worked her way up to the blonde's ear, and gently bit her earlobe.
"Cinnamon french toast," the brunette said, her lips brushing against Bridget's ear.
"The cinnamon french toast." She giggled as Franky ran her fingers down the middle of her back. "Yes, that's all. Thanks." She hung up the phone. "That was not behaving."
Franky simply shrugged, and smiled as she leaned in for another kiss.
They ate their breakfast then Bridget made good on her promise of sex after food during their shower. They had taken a cab back to the studio to pick up Franky's car.
"Is yours here, too?" The brunette looked around the mostly empty lot.
"No, Vera drove us here last night." Bridget placed her bag into the back then got into the passenger's seat.
"Do you have a particular store in mind?" Franky asked as she drove them towards the downtown shopping area.
"Not really. I'm not familiar with the jewelry stores." The blonde had only a very small collection of jewelry, most of which had been given to her over the years.
"Okay, I know a place." The younger woman glanced over at Bridget with a smile.
Franky navigated the downtown streets until they arrived at the store she had in mind. It was just a few months ago that she had been here with Emily, and she remembered well how nervous she'd felt that day.
"Ah, you've come back!" Mae greeted them from behind the counter.
The blonde gave Franky a questioning look, as they walked towards the display.
"This is where I bought your engagement ring," the brunette said, giving Bridget's hand a squeeze. "Hi, Mae." She gave the store owner a warm smile.
Mae glanced down and saw the ring on the blonde's finger. "Ah, so this is the one you bought that beautiful ring for! Where's the young girl?" She glanced behind them to see if Emily had followed them into the store.
"She's spending some time with a friend." Franky thought it was sweet that the woman remembered them.
"Oh, that's lovely! What can I help you with today?" Mae looked at the two women, not sure which one was looking to buy something.
"We need wedding rings." Bridget couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.
"Oh!" Mae's face lit up as well. "White gold to match the engagement ring? What style are you looking for?"
Franky suddenly realized that they hadn't actually discussed what kind of rings they wanted. She had assumed they would be white gold to match the one the blonde already had.
"I think just a simple band is nice. I know it's a bit traditional, but to me, it's the style that is kind of unmistakingly a wedding ring. I find if they're too fancy, people will think they're just another ring." Bridget looked at the brunette, waiting to hear her thoughts.
"You want to make sure people know I'm taken?" Franky joked with a small laugh.
"No." The blonde smiled at her. "I want people to know I'm taken."
The brunette's smile faded as a wave of emotion hit her. She cleared her throat. "Simple, plain band it is then."
"Very well." Mae reached under the counter, into the display case, and pulled out a tray of white gold bands. "These are what we call the traditional style wedding band."
Franky looked over the rings, then looked at Bridget, who gave a small nod, indicating these were what she had in mind.
"Yeah, these are what we're looking for." The brunette picked one up and tried it on for size. It fit perfectly, and she was looking at her hand, lost in thought, thinking this was something she'd never thought she'd see. After a moment, she took it off, and set it on the counter. "This one is good for me."
Mae quickly sized Bridget's engagement ring, and found her a matching band.
The blonde put it on her finger and admired it much the same was as Franky had done with hers. "I kind of don't even want to take it off." She gave a small laugh.
"If you don't take it off then I'll have nothing to give you at the ceremony," the brunette said, reaching out to rub the older woman's back.
"I know," Bridget gave her a smile as she took off the ring and placed it on the counter.
"We've made a decision, then?" Mae asked, looking at the two women, who both nodded in response. "Very good, excellent choices." She took two small boxes from below the counter, and placed a ring inside each.
They paid for the rings, and left the store. It was time to head to Vera's to pick up Emily.
Franky held onto the blonde's hand on the drive there, slowly moving her thumb back and forth over the other woman's smooth skin.
"Is there anything special you want to do on your first day home?" Bridget asked as they drove out of the commercial area of the city, and headed towards Vera's neighborhood.
"No. I just want to spend it with you and Em, then I want to fall asleep in our bed with you." They stopped at a red light, and Franky leaned over and placed a small kiss on the blonde's lips.
"Maybe we should have stayed at the hotel a bit longer." Bridget smiled as the brunette focused her attention back on the road.
"Still horny?" Franky asked as she checked her mirror and changed lanes.
"Franky!" The blonde laughed, and playfully hit the brunette's bicep.
"What? I think it's a legitimate question!" Franky glanced over at the other woman.
"Maybe. I just missed you." Bridget gave her hand a squeeze as they pulled into Vera's driveway.
Franky turned off the car. "I missed you, too. A lot." She gave the blonde a slow kiss. "I'm all yours after Em goes to bed tonight." The brunette gave her a wink, and got out of the car.
Bridget smiled, and shook her head as she followed the younger woman to the front door.
"Auntie Bridge!" Emily spotted her aunt first as she came around the corner.
"Hey, love." The blonde crouched down, and gave the young girl a hug.
"Franky!" She went to the brunette, after she had greeted Bridget.
"Hi, bub." Franky gave her a kiss on the cheek, and gave her a tight hug. It felt good to hear Emily's excited greeting in person, after having to hear it mostly just over the phone for the past month and a half. She held onto the young girl longer than usual, but got no complaints.
"Thanks again for looking after her last night. Things went okay?" Bridget asked as she followed Vera into the living room.
"Oh, no problem. She was a little hyped up after everything. I think we both were." Vera smiled. "We ended up watching an extra movie before bed just to wind down, so she was up a bit late, sorry, but yeah everything went fine."
"That's fine. I figured she would be. I think it'll probably just be a lazy family weekend once we get home anyway." The blonde thought they'd all need a nap after a few hours.
"You look like you have a secret." Vera could sense an excited energy coming from her friend.
"No, well, not really, no." She glanced behind her. Franky had gone with Emily to the guest room to get her bags, so she reached into her pocket and pulled out the small box containing the brunette's ring, and opened it. "We bought our wedding rings this morning."
"Oh, that's so great!" She was genuinely happy for her friend. "Does this mean you've picked a date?"
"We're thinking next weekend if we can find someone to do the ceremony on short notice. It might get pushed back a bit if we can't, but either way, very soon." Bridget closed the box, and placed it back into her pocket.
"Next...wow, next weekend?" Vera wasn't surprised that they didn't want to wait. It wasn't that she thought they were rushing into it, but just that it would be hard to get everything sorted out in only a few days. "Well, if you need anything, I'll do whatever I can. I can run errands, make phone calls, look after Em, whatever."
"Thank you, I really appreciate it." The blonde gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey, Vera, thanks for giving us the night off. We had a nice celebration." Franky gave her a wink, as she joined the two women in the living room.
"Franky." Bridget gave her a sidelong glance.
"What? You think she thinks we laid in bed and did crossword puzzles all night?" the brunette teased with a small smile, making the other two women laugh.
"Oh! I just remembered…" Vera headed off towards the kitchen, and retrieved Emily's knife set from on top of the fridge. She handed them to the brunette. "And like I told Bridget, it was no problem."
"I'm ready." The young girl peeked around the corner. Franky had sent her to get her shoes on after they'd made sure she had everything packed from the bedroom.
"Come say goodbye to Vera, love, then we'll head home. It's been a busy few days for all of us." Bridget gave her friend a hug. "Stop by tomorrow if you want, we don't have anything planned. When she saw Vera about to protest, she remembered what she'd said earlier. "You're family."
"Thanks." Vera gave her a small nod, then said goodbye to Emily and Franky.
"Can you read to me?" Emily asked the brunette as soon as they arrived home.
"Sure. What do you want to read?" Franky put their sets of knives away in the kitchen, and walked down the hall with the young girl as they each went to their rooms to unpack.
"One of the books you bought before you left." She stopped when they got to her door.
"Okay, go unpack then we'll pick one." Franky turned to look down the hallway at the blonde, after Emily had gone into her room. She raised her eyebrow as she gave a small nod towards their bedroom door before stepping into the room.
Bridget walked down the hallway and followed Franky into their bedroom, closing the door behind her.
"Why do I feel like you're up to something?" the blonde asked as she turned around to face the younger woman.
Franky shrugged. "Why would I be up to anything?" she said with a small smile on her face.
Bridget watched as the brunette walked towards her, and allowed the other woman to gently force her backwards until her back was against the wall. She took a slow deep breath. Franky was playing with her, and she loved it more than she'd admit.
The brunette reached down and brought Bridget's hands up above her head, pinning them against the wall as she wrapped her other arm behind her, and leaned into her a bit. She lowered her head and placed soft kisses on the side of the older woman's neck.
"Franky, we can't." It was a weak protest, and Bridget knew it. "She's only going to be a few minutes in her room, and then...ah...she'll come looking for you."
"I only need a few minutes to get you off." the brunette whispered next to Bridget's ear.
The blonde's only response was a quiet moan. She knew it was true, but she also knew it was risky. In a way though, that only made her want it more. She pressed her body against Franky's.
She loved when Bridget did that. "Is that a 'yes'?" the brunette asked with a nip at her earlobe. She saw the blonde give a small nod.
Franky planted her knee against the wall between Bridget's legs, and released her hands. She quickly reached down, and undid the button on the other woman's jeans, and placed her hand inside her underwear as she kissed her hard on the lips.
She felt that the blonde was already wet, and let her fingers slide easily inside of her. She set a fast, hard pace as she felt Bridget wrap her arms around her shoulders to support herself.
The blonde was the one to break the kiss, she needed air. Franky was quickly hitting all the right spots, and she was breathing hard.
"Oh, fuck." Bridget hadn't meant for it to slip out, but she couldn't help it.
"Be quiet," the brunette said in her ear.
This physically dominant side of Franky, to this degree, was something that didn't come out very often. The last time Bridget could remember was probably during their Halloween roleplay. It was something that again, she really only enjoyed with the brunette. They both knew that Franky's control was only there because the blonde allowed it, and it was more a part of a game they played, rather than actual dominance.
The brunette pushed her fingers deep inside, and Bridget stifled a quiet groan against the younger woman's shoulder.
"Yeah, I know that feels good," Franky whispered. She swiped her thumb over the blonde's clit, and felt Bridget grab a handful of her shirt in a clenched fist against her back. "Come on, I know you're close. I can feel you shaking."
The blonde was right on the edge, and hearing Franky's words in her ear, barely an audible whisper, was all she needed. She felt her muscles clamp down hard around the brunette's fingers, as she buried her face against the younger woman's neck, and did her best to stay silent.
After a few seconds she felt Franky's fingers slow their pace, still eliciting small flutters, as her body came down. She felt like her body had gone limp, and was thankful that the brunette was supporting a lot of her weight right now. She let go of the other woman's shirt, and moved her hand up to caress the nape of her neck, as she tried to catch her breath.
"I love you." Franky's voice was a bit louder now, but still very much a whisper. She removed her hand from the blonde's pants and placed it on her hip.
"I love you, too," Bridget mumbled against the brunette's neck.
"Franky, I picked out a book." Emily's voice came from the other side of the door.
The blonde let out a small laugh.
"Okay, bub, I'll be out in a minute, I'm almost done unpacking. Why don't you pick out a snack to have while we read?" Franky smiled at the older woman, then gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
The brunette took a small step back from Bridget, but held onto her, until she'd fully regained her footing.
"What?" Franky gave a small, self-conscious laugh when she noticed the blonde was still looking at her.
"Nothing." Bridget shook her head, and smiled.
"Okay." The brunette gave her a quick kiss. "I'm going to change out of these clothes."
"Me too." The blonde gave her a final kiss before they separated.
"Alright, bub, which one did you choose?" Franky asked, tying the drawstring in her pants as she walked into the living room.
"Charlie." Emily held up Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. "And this." She held up a bag of microwave popcorn in the other hand. "I can't reach the microwave though."
"That's okay, I'll make it for us." The brunette took the bag from her. "And good choice on the book."
"I got this. Go get settled in with her." Bridget gave Franky a kiss on the cheek, then leaned back against the counter beside the microwave.
"Thanks." Franky gave her a smile. "Are you going to join us?"
"Yeah, I think I will. I haven't heard that story in a long time." Even though that was true, she would have sat with them anyway.
She watched as the brunette rearranged the pillows on the couch for the three of them, and grabbed a blanket. Once the two of them had gotten comfortable, Franky began to briefly explain what the book was about, and Bridget couldn't help but smile. Her home life was finally back to normal, and she couldn't be happier.
