Forever With You

Chapter Fifty-Two

          The door hasn't even closed before they are wrapped in each other's arms and lip locked. Franky runs her hands down and around Bridget's behind, pulling her flush against her. Bridget lets out a soft moan as she runs her hands down her lovers' back, clenching the fabric of her singlet in her hands. They break for air before placing quick yet passionate kisses upon each other, allowing Franky to carefully walk Bridget backwards and into an empty stall. Bridget leans against the wall and smiles as Franky leans back to close and lock the stall door, never breaking the contact between their lower bodies. As she turns back to face Bridget, hands move up and behind her neck, pulling her closer. She smiles as Bridget leans in to kiss her, pressing her body against the blonde. "I want you." Bridget says when they break for air. Franky smiles. "I know." She replies before Bridget has her lips on her again. "Right here; right now." Bridget whispers against her lips. Franky responds with a heated kiss as her right hand makes its way down the front of the blonde's body.

Tony looks at Boomer and nods towards the bathroom door as he sees a small group of women head in its direction. Boomer lifts her chin in acknowledgement and moves to stand in front of the door. The group approaches her and the red-headed twenty-something, obviously the leader of the group, clears her throat loudly. "Oi. Got a problem?" Boomer asks without making eye contact. The young woman turns to her friends and laughs. "Yeah." She says when she turns back. "We need to use the loo." Boomer pauses before responding. "Nah. Can't." The red-head scoffs. "And just why not?" Boomer looks at Tony who nods. "Being cleaned." She replies before folding her hands together in front of her. The red-head steps up to her, forcing her to make eye contact. "Move." Boomer stands to her full height and looks straight into her eyes as she begins to rub her knuckles. She watches as the red-head gulps, then takes a step back. "Come on ladies." Boomer watches them leave before pulling a bar stool next to the door and taking a seat.

Bridget rests for forehead against Franky's as they pause to catch their breath. Franky leans in and kisses her as her fingers reach the button of her jeans. Bridget moans against her lips as nimble fingers begin to slowly slide the zipper down. She runs her hands down Franky's back and digs her fingernails into her flesh as she feels the warm breath and soft touch of her lips move to her neck and up to her ear. "You've been turning me on all night, watching me as I sunk each ball into a pocket." She whispers in her ear as her fingers slide under the fabric of her panties. Bridget bites her lip as she whimpers, the memory of Franky's arms flexing with each stroke flashing before her eyes. Franky nips at the bottom of her earlobe. "Did that turn you on; watching me?" Bridget can only nod, feeling the excitement build as Franky's fingers inch closer and closer.

Franky feels her own arousal increase at each response she elicits from her wife. She feels Bridget tighten her arms around her and her legs begin to quiver. She reaches around her waist with her free arm, and lifts her up more against the wall, kissing her neck as she presses their bodies closer together. A sigh of relief is released against her neck as her fingers move along the slick folds of the blonde. Bridget buries her face into the crook of Franky's neck as fingers run back and forth across her. "Please Franky." She moans, moving a leg around the brunettes' hips for support.

Franky smiles and kisses her neck softly before slipping her fingers deep into her warmth. Bridget's breath hitches causing a new flood of arousal to pool between Franky's legs. She holds her tighter, feeling her chest press tightly against hers as she moves her fingers faster. "Oh..." Bridget moans as Franky buries her head into her neck; their breathing increasing with each movement. Franky slips another finger into her wife before moving even faster and deeper into her; smiling as she feels her gripping the back of her singlet tighter and tighter. "Oh fuck Franky." Bridget moans, her hands slipping slightly as Franky hits all the right spots. "Fuck." She repeats as she feels the tingling beginning in her body as she quickly approaches her orgasm. "Don't...stop..." She manages to say before Franky kisses her deeply, knowing she is close. Bridget breaks the kiss, gasping for air. "Gidge." Franky says softly. Bridget looks into her eyes, struggling to focus. "Kiss me." Bridget connects their lips, only to let out a moan as Franky pushes her over the edge. Franky struggles to keep their lips together, quieting the moan, as Bridget shakes and quivers against her.