p class="MsoNormal""I'll stop," Franky murmured between frantic kisses. "Just tell me to stop and I will." Franky in person was different to Franky in her dreams. This Franky was more forceful. She wasn't sure if it was because that's just how she was, or if it was just because of the circumstance, but either way she didn't mind at all. Franky's kiss went straight through her. It jolted straight through her skin and down to her bones, and everything else was nothingness. All she could feel was the out of bounds prisoner grinding against her with every slip of the tongue. Erica shook her head no. She didn't want her to stop. Before long, Erica was kissing back as if her life depended on it. She gripped against the sky blue track pants Franky had been issued. Her hands slid over the white tank top she wore and found their way into dark hair, pulling her impossibly closer. Franky groaned softly into Erica's mouth and Erica swore the sound should have been illegal. She felt wetness pool in her underwear and prayed the thin strip of fabric would contain it underneath her skirt. It was embarrassing how wet she was from just a kiss, but there was no point trying to hide it. Franky was smart enough to know the rules to the game they'd both been playing for far too long. And she was smart enough to know that she'd won. The brunette was smiling, Erica could feel it against her lips and it distracted her from Franky's hand, which had traveled south and was swirling up the outside of her thigh and bunching up the material of her skirt. And then Erica realized where she was, and what she was doing. Her eyes opened and just before Franky's hand reached her underwear, she gripped the prisoner's arms firmly and pushed her forward. Just far away enough to create a gap between them, but still closer than was probably respectable. Franky licked her lips, pissed that she'd been stopped yet still smiling. Erica definitely wanted her back. This was where another woman would have apologized, but Franky wasn't any other woman. Instead, Erica exhaled. br / "I'm sorry," she whispered, trying to regain herself, but all Franky could do was giggle as she looked at the woman before her. Her blonde hair was messed up, her breathing was ragged, and her blouse had twisted slightly to the right. She felt Erica's grip on her arms soften slightly and took the opportunity to lean against her again. Erica didn't flinch, but let her arms drop by her sides. br / "Why?" Franky asked, her breath hot against the governor's neck. She lifted her right arm to rest on Erica's shoulder, her thumb absent mindedly rubbing back and forth at the spot it found. Erica lay her head back against the wall, enjoying the feel of Franky's body being so / "I don't know," she laughed breathlessly, still not back to her regular breathing pattern. "That was inappropriate. Of both of us." Her body went rigid and Franky began to panic. She didn't want it to be over yet. In the brief few seconds of exchanged conversation, she felt like she had the old Erica back. The Erica that had got her through her HSC. The Erica that had laughed along with her flirting because she wasn't the governor. She'd missed it. So she did the first thing that she could think of doing. She took Erica's face in both her hands and kissed her again. Close mouthed. Short, but with enough passion to feel Erica's knees go weak beneath her. Her hands held Franky's waist to steady herself. Franky pulled back and looked her directly in the / "You've got no idea how long I've wanted to do that," she confessed, both her hands stroking through Erica's hair. "Every day since day one. I can't stop thinking of you." She kissed Erica's cheek. br / "You're dangerous, Franky," Erica couldn't help but smile, her forehead dropping forward against Franky's shoulder. br / "You like it, though," she smirked, wrapping her arms around the other woman's torso. She felt Erica laugh against her. br / "I tried not to," she said, seriously. Her head lifted to talk to Franky properly. "I tried so hard. Shit." br / Franky shook her head slowly. "I have a boyfriend," Erica stated, like it meant anything. "I'm the governor. You're a prisoner. You're…" She trailed / "Hot?" Franky finished for her, chuckling. br / "Well," Erica grinned, pushing her forehead against Franky's temple. "What if someone had come in?" She worried her bottom lip. br / "Nobody did." Franky said, matter-of-factly. "You're safe. You're safe with me." The last part came out strongly, and Franky meant every word. br / "I'm the opposite of safe with you," Erica gave Franky a sad smile. br / "Maybe so," Franky / "But you didn't mean that kind of safe, did you?" Franky shook her head. br / "Nah."br / "You put on this tough girl front, Franky, but it's not you." br / "Depends who you ask," Franky stroked the top of Erica's head. "People I care about get a whole different side."br / "You care about me." Erica knew it, but it was another thing for Franky to say it outright. br / "Obviously." Franky pressed herself into Erica again and held on tightly, the older woman tugging her back. The pressure reminded her of her arousal. "There's no chance of us…" Franky looked Erica up and down and raised one eyebrow at the blonde. Erica was / "You don't quit, do you?" br / "Nope." Erica locked her fingers around Franky's / "I think the moment's passed." Franky knew she was right. "Franky…" Not able to help herself, Erica's lips sought out Franky's once more, but this time it was slow. There was no rushing. No forcefulness. It was nice, and Erica was surprised to find that that was absolutely fine with / "We can keep it a secret." Franky said, pulling back. We'll be sneaky. I'll cause some sort of minor trouble. You call me back here. Or, or sometimes we could use my cell. There aren't cameras in the actual cells. Nobody would have to know." Franky was holding the front of Erica's blouse tightly, desperate to not let what they'd done come to an end. She couldn't go back now. Not after that. Erica tensed again. Her head was telling her no. It was a stupid idea. How could she possibly agree to something so ridiculous? She couldn't have an affair with a prisoner. It was unheard of. She could lose her job. Her career would be over. She closed her eyes and breathed in, but all she got was a nose full of Franky's shampoo. It was delicious. br / "I can't promise you that, Franky!" Her eyes threatened to start crying again. She wanted it. She wanted Franky's kiss. Her touch. She'd had a taster and she knew it was what she wanted. This one time wasn't / "Promise you'll try! I need you, Erica!" Franky stepped back out of her reach. "I've always needed you! And you need me. I know you do!" She threw her hands up in the air and turned herself around. She'd seen Erica's tears and didn't want to start herself off. br / "Of course I do! How many governors do you think would put up with your incessant come-ons?! You hold my damn hand over the desk without asking! Fuck, Franky, you make sexual comments at me in front of other officers! What, do you think that emanyone/em who didn't reciprocate your feelings would put up with that? Derek Channing once asked me if I wanted to press charges against you. Sexual harassment." Franky spun herself back to face Erica, horrified at the woman's words. br / "What?!"br / "Do you know hard it was for me to tell him that it was fine? Because it isn't fine, Franky. Nothing is fine." Tears spilled freely down both their cheeks at this point, and neither woman made any point to wipe them away. "I couldn't tell him that I emliked/em your comments. That every word you spoke to me, every look you gave me, every, every sexual remark you sent my way didn't… didn't make me want to leap across the room and strip you down?!" It was Franky's turn to squirm. She'd never heard the governor speak so candidly. It did things for her and this was the worst possible time for that. "Of course I fucking need you. Any sane governor would have avoided you like the fucking plague if you treated them the way you treat me. It's fucking dangerous. You think you're playing a game. You think you can just take whatever you want and get no repercussions whatsoever." Franky shook her / "You were never a game to me, Erica." Franky spoke calmly, the back of her hand sweeping across her cheek. She wiped it on her trousers. "And I never wanted to disrespect you." Erica scoffed. "I'm sorry." br / "Don't be," Erica said. "I told you, I liked it." She smiled to herself. "It just would have been better if there wasn't anyone else around to hear it." Franky's heart was beating hard in her chest. She felt sick. br / "So now what?" She almost didn't dare ask. "I can't pretend none of this ever happened." Franky sniffed. br / "No," Erica breathed. "Me either. I just don't know what else to do. I'm the governor."br / "So you keep saying," Franky mumbled, mostly to herself but loudly enough for Erica to / "We, uh, have a tutoring session at four thirty." Franky looked at her, not knowing where she was going with her sentence. Erica stared back, trying to talk to Franky with her mind. She stared until the brunette clicked. br / "Oh. Yeah, we do," she nodded, folding her arms. br / "Sit down for a minute. Neither of us can leave here like this." Erica smiled warmly at Franky and the prisoner choked on her laugh. br / "Right."/p
p class="MsoNormal"Ten minutes later and a cup of water each, the women felt a little more settled. Neither had said much. They'd exchanged smiles over their cups and sniffed back the last of the tears. They'd patted their hairs back into place and reassured the other that they looked fine. More than fine, Franky had added smugly. A knock at the door broke the atmosphere and Erica cleared her / "Come in," she put the cup on the desk in front of her and turned her attention to the person interrupting their session. "Vera," she started, straightening her posture. The deputy governor looked between the women occupying the desk. "How can I help you?" br / "Uh," Vera had an irritating way of being nervous when she spoke to anyone. You'd think the deputy governor of a prison would be surer of herself, but apparently not. Erica gripped her cup of water in annoyance. Vera looked at Franky. "One of the women need to talk to you about something. It's supposedly important." br / "Who?"br / "It's Boomer, Miss Davidson. She has a complaint."br / "What about?" Vera glanced at Franky again, aware of her presence. br / "I'm not sure. Should I send her in?" Erica dropped her shoulders, exasperated. She wasn't really ready to send Franky away without settling things between them. But business was / "Sure. Send her in. Escort Franky back to her block, please." Erica gave Franky a knowing smile and slight nod, and Franky did as she was told, standing up. br / "Thanks for our chat, Miss Davidson." Franky smirked. With her head turned away from Vera, she snuck in a wink. br / "I'll see you at four thirty." Franky excused herself from the room, greeting Boomer outside the door before she went inside./p
p class="MsoNormal"The next two and a half hours were torture. All Franky could think about was what had just happened. The arguments. The shouting. The harsh words that they'd both screamed at each other. br / The kiss. The hot, passionate kiss that Erica had fought not to happen. The kiss that Erica had thrown herself into. Franky could still feel Erica's hands on her, running over every inch of her body and pulling her in. She could still smell Erica's obviously expensive perfume on her shirt and hoped nobody else could tell. br / She'd avoided everyone else since she'd gotten back. She'd headed straight to her cell and shut the door. Kim came past but Franky honestly didn't want to face her right now. She only made her think of how they'd made Erica jealous, even if the thought did make her smile. She knew it was bad but she couldn't lie to herself. She liked the thought of Erica getting jealous over her. Like Franky belonged to her and nobody else. The mere thought of them being in the yard together had forced Erica to confront her desires. And then they'd melted into Erica's office wall. Time was not on her side, but as soon as that clock hit four thirty, Franky was waiting at the back end of the library where they usually studied together. It was private down there, which is why Erica had chosen it in the first place. She'd said Franky didn't need to be distracted by other inmates, but thinking about it now Franky realized that Erica had chosen that spot so they could be alone. And Erica knew that when they were alone, Franky didn't feel the need to really control what she said to her. br / "What's so funny?" Franky looked up to see Erica Davidson standing next to her table, looking a whole lot more composed than the last time she'd saw her. Franky looked behind Erica to see if anyone was around to overhear, but the library had been empty since she'd gotten there ten minutes ago. br / "Just understood what made you pick this spot for our studying." Erica / "I was just thinking of your education."br / "Of course you were." Franky leaned on the back two legs of her chair as Erica sat down next to her. "Not sitting opposite me today?" She teased, tipping herself back onto four legs and picking up a pen. She'd brought all her books down with her, not wanting to look too eager for something else. br / "I think that ship has sailed," Erica put down a black folder and opened it up. br / "Are we really going to study?" Franky tried not to make it sound whiny but for some reason, it did. Erica laughed. br / "For a while." Franky licked her lip and clicked the pen. br / "Tease."br / "Shut up and turn to page fifty six," Erica relaxed./p
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p class="MsoNormal""I've missed this," Franky admitted, twenty five minutes later. She'd answered multiple questions from various topics of law. She hadn't even complained when Erica had made her take notes from an old textbook like she usually did. Of course, given the day's previous events, Franky had allowed herself to be a lot more forward than usual, and Erica had taken it upon herself to reciprocate a little. "It's nice."br / "Yeah, me too." Franky's free hand moved to grasp Erica's knee under the table and the woman next to her faltered. "Franky," she half / "I love it when you say my name," Franky moved her hand a little higher, delighted when Erica's breath hitched. Erica twirled her hair and leaned closer. br / "What else do you love?" emYou/em, Franky bit back. Instead, she dipped her head to capture Erica's lips with her own. It started slow but quickly turned needy as both women forgot about their surroundings. Well, almost forgot. "Franky, no." Franky stole another kiss before pulling / "What's the matter?" Erica looked over her shoulder. br / "Not here," she shook her head. "Risky. Too risky." br / "Okay, okay," Franky reassured her, rubbing her forearm. "Where…?" Erica thought for a second. br / "It's gonna have to be my office. No cameras. When the door's closed… I don't get a lot of interruptions." Franky nodded her head frantically. br / "Now?"br / "Yeah, now." Franky stood abruptly, knocking her chair back and gathering her books at record speed. /p
p class="MsoNormal"Ten minutes later and a cup of water each, the women felt a little more settled. Neither had said much. They'd exchanged smiles over their cups and sniffed back the last of the tears. They'd patted their hairs back into place and reassured the other that they looked fine. More than fine, Franky had added smugly. A knock at the door broke the atmosphere and Erica cleared her / "Come in," she put the cup on the desk in front of her and turned her attention to the person interrupting their session. "Vera," she started, straightening her posture. The deputy governor looked between the women occupying the desk. "How can I help you?" br / "Uh," Vera had an irritating way of being nervous when she spoke to anyone. You'd think the deputy governor of a prison would be surer of herself, but apparently not. Erica gripped her cup of water in annoyance. Vera looked at Franky. "One of the women need to talk to you about something. It's supposedly important." br / "Who?"br / "It's Boomer, Miss Davidson. She has a complaint."br / "What about?" Vera glanced at Franky again, aware of her presence. br / "I'm not sure. Should I send her in?" Erica dropped her shoulders, exasperated. She wasn't really ready to send Franky away without settling things between them. But business was / "Sure. Send her in. Escort Franky back to her block, please." Erica gave Franky a knowing smile and slight nod, and Franky did as she was told, standing up. br / "Thanks for our chat, Miss Davidson." Franky smirked. With her head turned away from Vera, she snuck in a wink. br / "I'll see you at four thirty." Franky excused herself from the room, greeting Boomer outside the door before she went inside./p
p class="MsoNormal"The next two and a half hours were torture. All Franky could think about was what had just happened. The arguments. The shouting. The harsh words that they'd both screamed at each other. br / The kiss. The hot, passionate kiss that Erica had fought not to happen. The kiss that Erica had thrown herself into. Franky could still feel Erica's hands on her, running over every inch of her body and pulling her in. She could still smell Erica's obviously expensive perfume on her shirt and hoped nobody else could tell. br / She'd avoided everyone else since she'd gotten back. She'd headed straight to her cell and shut the door. Kim came past but Franky honestly didn't want to face her right now. She only made her think of how they'd made Erica jealous, even if the thought did make her smile. She knew it was bad but she couldn't lie to herself. She liked the thought of Erica getting jealous over her. Like Franky belonged to her and nobody else. The mere thought of them being in the yard together had forced Erica to confront her desires. And then they'd melted into Erica's office wall. Time was not on her side, but as soon as that clock hit four thirty, Franky was waiting at the back end of the library where they usually studied together. It was private down there, which is why Erica had chosen it in the first place. She'd said Franky didn't need to be distracted by other inmates, but thinking about it now Franky realized that Erica had chosen that spot so they could be alone. And Erica knew that when they were alone, Franky didn't feel the need to really control what she said to her. br / "What's so funny?" Franky looked up to see Erica Davidson standing next to her table, looking a whole lot more composed than the last time she'd saw her. Franky looked behind Erica to see if anyone was around to overhear, but the library had been empty since she'd gotten there ten minutes ago. br / "Just understood what made you pick this spot for our studying." Erica / "I was just thinking of your education."br / "Of course you were." Franky leaned on the back two legs of her chair as Erica sat down next to her. "Not sitting opposite me today?" She teased, tipping herself back onto four legs and picking up a pen. She'd brought all her books down with her, not wanting to look too eager for something else. br / "I think that ship has sailed," Erica put down a black folder and opened it up. br / "Are we really going to study?" Franky tried not to make it sound whiny but for some reason, it did. Erica laughed. br / "For a while." Franky licked her lip and clicked the pen. br / "Tease."br / "Shut up and turn to page fifty six," Erica relaxed./p
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p class="MsoNormal""I've missed this," Franky admitted, twenty five minutes later. She'd answered multiple questions from various topics of law. She hadn't even complained when Erica had made her take notes from an old textbook like she usually did. Of course, given the day's previous events, Franky had allowed herself to be a lot more forward than usual, and Erica had taken it upon herself to reciprocate a little. "It's nice."br / "Yeah, me too." Franky's free hand moved to grasp Erica's knee under the table and the woman next to her faltered. "Franky," she half / "I love it when you say my name," Franky moved her hand a little higher, delighted when Erica's breath hitched. Erica twirled her hair and leaned closer. br / "What else do you love?" emYou/em, Franky bit back. Instead, she dipped her head to capture Erica's lips with her own. It started slow but quickly turned needy as both women forgot about their surroundings. Well, almost forgot. "Franky, no." Franky stole another kiss before pulling / "What's the matter?" Erica looked over her shoulder. br / "Not here," she shook her head. "Risky. Too risky." br / "Okay, okay," Franky reassured her, rubbing her forearm. "Where…?" Erica thought for a second. br / "It's gonna have to be my office. No cameras. When the door's closed… I don't get a lot of interruptions." Franky nodded her head frantically. br / "Now?"br / "Yeah, now." Franky stood abruptly, knocking her chair back and gathering her books at record speed. /p
