Forever With You

Chapter Fifty-Five

        Around six o'clock, Bridget leans quietly against the door frame and watches as Franky jots notes on the notebook next to her laptop. She smiles as she sees Franky squint at the screen before making a few more notes. "Looks like I'm just in time baby." Franky looks up and lets out a sigh. She runs her hand against the back of her neck as she stretches the kinks out of it. Bridget frowns as she enters the room and walks behind her wife. Franky lets out a soft moan as she feels Bridget's hands gently rub her shoulders. "That feels great Gidge." Bridget chuckles as she slips her hands down the front of Franky's chest. Franky smiles as she takes her hands in hers. "You need to take a break every now and then baby." Bridget says softly against her wife's neck, sending a warm shiver through her body before placing a kiss against her soft skin. "Especially when it's something as deep as this case." She gently bites the bottom of Franky's earlobe. Franky turns the chair around facing Bridget before pulling her down into her lap. "You've got something in mind Gidge?" Franky asks while leaning in and touching their noses together. Bridget smiles. "Yeah," she pauses as she feels Franky move her hands around her behind. Franky smiles before leaning in for a kiss, but Bridget backs away at the last moment. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes." She says while reaching for Franky's hands before standing. "Really Gidge?" Franky asks while watching her walk towards the door. Bridget gets to the doorway before she turns around. "Maybe you'll consider taking breaks every now and then." She smiles as Franky blushes, then continues towards the kitchen.

By ten o'clock, Franky still hasn't come out of the office for anything but to use the bathroom. Knowing that at this rate, Franky will be coming up on Ferguson's history at Wentworth by late tomorrow morning, Bridget begins to grow concerned. She soon finds herself leaning in the doorway watching her wife pour over files on the laptop and jotting notes, occasionally biting the end of the pen. She feels a warmth run through her as she watches the concentration on Franky's face and recalls the days she saw Franky in the library studying. How she longed to reach down and caress her cheek or hold her face between her hands while showing her feelings with a deep kiss.

"You okay Spunky?" Franky asks as Bridget turns her chair to face her. Bridget was so wrapped up in her thoughts, she never noticed herself walking into the room. Bridget straddles her lap and reaches up to hold Franky's face between her hands. They look deeply into each other's eyes before Bridget crashes their lips together. They wrap their arms around each other as they kiss again, more deeply than before. When they break for air, Franky raises an eyebrow in question as they rest their foreheads against one another. "You missed dinner." Bridget says as they catch their breath. Franky smiles. "Is that all?" She rubs their noses together before pulling her wife closer. Franky watches as a blush creeps across her wife's cheeks. "Am I turning you on with all my focus and concentration Gidge?" Franky cracks her famous smile. "You have no idea..." Bridget says before leaning in for another kiss.

As their kisses grow more passionate, Bridget's hands run down Franky's chest and under her flannel; slowly helping it find its way off her shoulders. Franky breaks the kiss as she moves her arms, shaking the shirt onto the floor. Bridget slides her hands up under the bottom of her singlet, hearing Franky's breath catch as her hands move across her skin. "Let's go to bed." Bridget says, voice filled with lust and desire. Franky's eyes glance over her shoulder at the screen of her laptop, then back into Bridget's eyes. "Give me ten more minutes?" She asks as excitement begins to pool between her legs. Bridget nods, then leans in and kisses her deeply. She reaches for the side of Franky's face as she places two soft pecks on her lips. "Don't keep me waiting." With that, she is up and heading towards their bedroom. Franky lets out a deep sigh as she watches her wife leave the room, then bites her lip as she deliberates her next move.