Shayne opens a beer and hands it to Franky before reaching for another one. "How are you feeling Bridget?" Shayne asks while opening his beer. Bridget smiles as she subconsciously touches the marks on her neck. "Much better, thank you." Franky smiles as she looks at her wife adoringly. "I'm sorry..." Bridget waves him off. "There is nothing anyone could have done Shayne. Not even Franky here." She nudges her playfully. "I'm gonna sit in the lounger over there while you chat." She leans up and kisses Franky briefly before grabbing the cooler and bringing it with her to the chair. Franky can only smile as she watches Bridget walk away, knowing exactly why she brought the cooler with her. Bridget glances back at her and smiles. 'Make it quick baby.'
"So," Franky begins before taking a swig of her beer. "What brings you over this way, besides checking up on us?" Shayne blushes, recalling the scene he walked in on. "I um. I want to testify against Aunt Joan. I want to make sure she can't harm you or anyone else for that matter." Franky frowns with concern. "Shayne. You can't do that without them finding out your involvement." Shayne looks down at the ground before making eye contact. "They already know about the gun because of your fingerprints." Franky stops him right there. "And they haven't pursued it. If you testify, they will have to." Shayne slouches his shoulders. "You've come a long way since I met you Shayne. Don't take a backwards leap." Shayne looks up, tears forming in his eyes. "You've done so much for me Franky. I only want to help in return."
Just as Franky is about to reply, she catches sight of Bridget with an ice cube, cooling herself off. She watches as the cube melts against her skin as she runs it from one ear, under her neck, to the other. She feels a dampness form between her legs as she watches the water slowly slide down her chest and between her breasts. Unbeknownst to her, Bridget caught sight of Franky's stare halfway through her motions. She fights herself from smiling as she slowly slides the remainder of the ice cube down her chest.
"Um, I appreciate that Shayne and I know Bridget does as well." She gulps after taking a deep breath, trying to calm down her state of arousal. She tears her eyes away from her wife to look Shayne in the eyes, showing her sincerity. "Here," she says as she takes a step towards the house. "Let me get you a number you can call to see how you can help." She loudly clears her throat, getting Bridget's attention, before motioning towards the house with a slight tilt of her head. Bridget smiles as she watches Franky and Shayne enter the house. She waits a minute before getting up and walking over.
As she enters the kitchen, she sees Franky locking the front door before heading her way. She smiles as she sees the focus on her face as she rushes past her to the patio door. After locking that as well, Franky turns and walks up to Bridget, quickly sliding her arms around her waist. Bridget responds by wrapping her arms around her neck. "You dirty minx you." Franky says before crashing their lips together. Bridget can only moan as she feels Franky tighten her grip as she pulls her body closer. Franky breaks the kiss first, then places a quick kiss on her lips again before slowly walking her backwards. Bridget smiles while moving a hand to caress the side of her face. "What's wrong baby?" Franky blushes slightly. "You know exactly what you did." She kisses her again, feeling Bridget giggle against her lips. The giggle turns into a laugh as Bridget feels the back of her legs hit the dining table. Franky lifts her slightly to sit upon the table before kissing her passionately. "The things you do to me Spunky." She says as she breaks the kiss while undoing the clasp to the bikini top, once again. Bridget can only moan as she feels her wife's hands caress her back before making their way to her breasts. As the top falls to the floor, Franky bends and begins to kiss her neck as Bridget leans back against the table. Bridget runs her hands through the hair against the back of her neck as Franky kisses the same path the ice cube took not much earlier.
After reaching the other side of her neck, Franky slowly makes her way across her chest and down between her breasts, turning to kiss the side of each one. Bridget can't help but to arch her back up towards the warm breath and kisses of her young lover. "Franky," she says breathlessly. Franky smiles as she continues the path down her stomach to her waistline. She looks up to see darkened blue eyes watching her as she slips her fingertips under the waist of the bikini bottoms. "Enough with the foreplay." She says as she quickly pulls them down her legs and onto the floor. Bridget lets out a moan with excitement as she feels Franky begin to kiss around her warmth. "You're already so wet." She says before licking from bottom to top, stopping before touching the now engorged nub. "Unnh Franky." Bridget moans, squirming at her lovers' touch. Franky can only smile before diving in, feeling the dampness around her lips increase at her touch. "Oh Franky!" Bridget moans as her legs wrap around her lover.
Bridget can't help the sounds leaving her lips as Franky works her magic between her legs. As she feels herself coming closer and closer to the edge, she tugs at Franky, causing her to cease her ministrations to look up. "Not yet." She pants. Franky smiles as she slowly kisses her way up the blonde's body. Bridget can only moan again as she tastes herself on her lover's tongue and lips. Franky slides a hand under her hips and pulls their bodies closer, longing to hear the sounds of her lover in the throes of passion.
Franky stands up, pulling Bridget with her as she feels the blonde fiddling with the clasp of her bikini top. They let gravity do the rest as their hands lovingly caress each other, the top soon ending up on the floor by their feet. Bridget breaks the kiss and looks into Franky's eyes. "I love you baby." Franky smiles before replying. "I love you to Gidge." Her words become a slight moan as she feels a hand slip under the fabric of her bikini bottoms. It too ends up on the floor as fingers gently caress the folds of each other. As they slowly enter each other, Franky can't help but to let out a moan. "Fuck." She says before dropping her head into the crook of Bridget's neck. Bridget slows her movements as she leans back, pulling Franky with her as her free hand tightens around her waist. Franky repositions herself above Bridget before leaning down and kissing her. They break apart and look into each other's eyes. "You feel so good." Franky moans as they quicken the pace, longing to bring release to each other. "Oh, right there baby." Bridget moans as she feels her juices increase. Franky reaches up to squeeze one of Bridget's breasts with her free hand as she feels herself coming closer to the edge. "Uh, fuck Gidge." She moans, momentarily loosing focus on her own hands' movements. "I'm so close baby." Bridget says before leaning against the brunette's neck. "Me too." Franky practically whispers. With a few more thrusts, they are soon shaking and quivering together, trying to extend each other's pleasure while succumbing to their own. "Fuck!" Franky moans as her body tightens around Bridget's fingers again. Bridget bites down on the soft flesh of Franky's shoulder, trying her best to hold in a moan. "Ah shit. Shit!" Franky says as she feels Bridget shaking beneath her. Soon, Bridget leans her head back against the table as Franky slumps against her. They gently remove their fingers from the other, gasping to catch their breath.
As their breathing returns to normal, Franky sits up enough to look in Bridget's eyes. They smile at one another before gently kissing each other as Bridget runs her hands down the now sweaty skin of her lover. Franky caresses the side of her face before moving a sweaty strand of hair behind her lover's ear, then kissing her again. They continue making out, basking in the afterglow before hearing the sound of keys in the front door. "Think that's our cue." Franky says with a smile. Bridget lets out a chuckle as she watches Franky stand, then takes her offered hand and sits up. They hear the person outside turn the doorknob to still find the door locked. Franky lets out a chuckle as Bridget realizes she locked the dead bolt as well, giving them a few extra minutes to redress. By the time Boomer has figured out the locks and entered the house, Franky and Bridget stand in the kitchen, each with a much-needed glass of water in hand.
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Forever With You
FanfictionJust my take on what may have happened with Franky and Bridget after Season 6. First time writing about two women so please bear with me.
