Franky quietly slips between the sheets, careful to not wake her sleeping wife. After a couple solo games of pool, and several beers, Franky finally calmed down enough and took Tony's advice to go home. She had waited until Tony caught his cab after driving her home before heading inside. As she lies in the dark, once again staring at the ceiling, she runs their conversation through her head. "That night, when you came in with Bridget and Boomer, I knew you were in love. You were glowing from head to toe; something you never did with anyone before. If that isn't love kiddo, I don't know what is." She turns on her side and stares at the wall. "You could have taken her in the back anytime that night; fed her drinks from the time you came in; you did none of the things I've seen you do in the past. This wasn't about a good time and a root. I'm not saying you never respected the women you were with; I'm saying you weren't looking for the same things the old Franky was looking for. You were completely content with her company. I've never seen you so happy before." Franky feels a tear slide down her cheek. "And you never would have put up the fight you did with a casual date like you did for Bridget. You would have cut your losses and left without batting an eye." Franky wipes at her cheek. "You don't fight for something or someone you don't love Franky, even if they are just a friend."
Bridget rolls over and feels the sheet tighten. She opens her eyes and sees Franky lying on her side; the sheet pulled tight between them. She moves closer to the brunette and slides an arm over her side. She feels Franky sigh and take her hand in hers. She waits a moment before leaning up and kissing her shoulder. "You okay baby? You came home late again." Franky gently squeezes her hand and mumbles a reply that Bridget can't make out. The blonde sits up and looks over her wife's shoulder. She nudges her and Franky turns to look at her. "Baby. Talk to me." She moves back, allowing Franky to turn onto her back. The brunette lets out a heavy sigh as she looks from Bridget to the ceiling. "I'm just struggling with some things with the psych." Bridget can see the tears welling up in her eyes. "I never should have told her why I wanted the appointment." Bridget frowns as she sees the tears begin to slide down Franky's cheeks. She reaches up and gently wipes them away. "No matter what happens, I'll still love you Franky." Franky can't help but to let out a sob causing Bridget to reach out for her. She sits up and wraps her arms around her wife, burying her face into the crook of the blonde's neck. "I'm not a good person Gidge." Bridget's heart aches at hearing her wife's words. "Shhh baby. It's ok." She holds Franky tighter as she wonders what this psych has said to bring this doubt back into her wife's mind.
Bridget continues to hold the brunette, slowly rubbing her back, until she has calmed down to just a few sniffles. "I'm sorry Gidge. You deserve someone so much better than me." She says against her shoulder. Bridget frowns. "I don't want anyone but you baby." She replies before turning and placing a soft kiss against her neck. Franky lets out a whimper as Bridget kisses her again. She backs away and looks into the loving eyes of her wife. Bridget smiles and reaches up to move a few strands of hair out of the brunette's face. "You have come so far Franky. Don't let anyone make you doubt that." Franky sniffles as the blonde caresses the side of her face. "And I love you." Bridget watches as Franky begins to frown again and leans in to kiss her. Franky tenses briefly before leaning into the kiss, pulling her wife against her. As their kiss deepens, Bridget can faintly taste the beer on Franky's lips and tongue, which surprisingly turns her on.
She recalls their night at the bar and how Franky had taken her in the bathroom. She moans into the kiss and leans against the brunette, successfully lying them against the bed. She breaks the kiss and moves to the side of her wife's neck, kissing and biting her way to her ear. "I want you baby." She whispers against skin, feeling hands tighten against her hips and slide up her back. The blonde pushes her hips down, hearing Franky moan at the feeling. Bridget moves a hand down the brunette's body and slips her fingertips under the waistband of her shorts. "Please baby." She says before kissing her neck again, sliding her fingers under the fabric. Franky pushes her head back into the pillow and opens her eyes. She can't do this. She whimpers as Bridget's hand slips completely into her pants and reaches down for her hand. Bridget is kissing her wife's collarbone when she feels a hand take her by the wrist. "Gidge." Franky says as she pulls at her wife's hand. Bridget places another kiss against her skin before looking up into her eyes. "I...I can't do this." Bridget nods, then leans down to kiss her. Once again, Franky fights the feelings running through her body. As they begin kissing more open-mouthed, Bridget moves her hand out of Franky's grasp and down over her shorts. She can feel the dampness seeping through the fabric and lets out a soft moan before applying pressure to just the right spot. Franky moans as her hips rise on their own and breaks the kiss. "Gidge..." She says before moving out from under her wife. She gets out of bed and rushes to the bathroom. Bridget sits up in confusion as she hears her wife throw up in the bathroom.
Franky pushes the food around on her plate as she thinks about her actions from last night and this morning. She never went back to bed after being sick, choosing to spend the night in their office instead. She awoke early, showered and changed before leaving for work before anyone else had woken. Now, she finds herself sitting opposite Erica in the bar they usually visit after work. "Earth to Franky. Where did you go?" She says as Franky looks up at her. Franky puts down her fork and reaches for her glass of water. "I'm sorry. What were you saying?" Erica looks at Franky, trying to read her before continuing. "Forget the case Franky. What is going on? I've never seen you this distracted...or depressed." Franky looks up with shock before giving a look of 'yeah, like you care.' Erica stares back at her. "Don't make me call Fessler."
Franky fights back the tears as she tells Erica, of all people, the doubts the psych has put into her head. About how she has attempted to shy away from any intimacy for fear it is just to please her and keep her calm. Erica fights the urge to stop Franky several times but manages to make it to the end. She offers her a tissue and takes a sip of her wine. "Did this Dr. Stoll even look into your history before these appointments?" Franky shrugs, then takes a drink. "Well, she's a fucking idiot." Franky can't help but to spit out her drink in shock at the ferocity of the words. "I'm sorry." She says while wiping up the mess with her napkin. Erica just chuckles, making Franky join her. "If she paid any attention at all to you, she would know that you are in love with Bridget. Your whole demeanor, posture, everything changes when you even speak of her, let alone see her. And you are a very sexual person Franky. And I don't mean that in a bad way." Franky blushes slightly as Erica continues. "Yes, you used it to your benefit in Wentworth, but people do things they normally wouldn't when in prison. You would hit on anything you thought you could bed, and probably did, but that wasn't the real you." Franky looks at her quizzically. "What makes you say that?" She asks. Erica blushes and looks down at her hands. When she looks back up, Franky has leaned back in her chair. "If it was, you wouldn't have changed much when you got out. If you were just using Bridget for sex and whatever, you would have fucked me the first chance I gave you. You would have accepted every offer I gave you; probably even fucking me in the bathroom of this very bar when I first approached you that night in here, with Bridget sitting right outside." Franky swallows hard, the tears in her eyes not ones of sadness.
Around seven o'clock, Franky enters the house and walks into the kitchen for a drink. As she sets the glass down on the counter, she hears footsteps behind her. When she turns around, she sees Bridget leaning against the opposite counter. "How are you feeling?" Franky looks at the floor in shame. "I'm sorry Bridget. I should have at least stayed until you got up." She looks up at her wife, expecting to see disappointment. To her surprise, she finds Bridget walking towards her and moving her arms around her. "You need to tell me what's going on baby. I know you're not on your period, and I know you weren't sick from drinking last night." Franky looks away in shame. "I need to know why you won't be intimate with me; let me touch you. I need my wife Franky." This gets Franky's full attention, and she moves her arms around the blonde's waist.
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Sorry to cut this off where I did, but I'm already over the limit I aim for (1500 words) and don't want this to go too long.
Who would have thunk Erica would do something good for Franky....again? LOL Let's see if Franky tells Bridget everything and they fix things once again.
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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.
