Forever With You

Chapter Twenty-Nine

          They stay entwined with one another, gently running their fingers over the other's body, savoring the feel of being together. "How long were you watching me?" Bridget asks with a smile. Franky looks up from resting her head on Bridget's chest. "Not long. I had just used the toilet and was coming in to see if you were awake." Bridget hums in reply and gently kisses her. "I have dinner warming in the oven...but I saw something more appetizing." She smiles up at Bridget as she sees her eyes sparkle. "You know," Bridget says while caressing the side of the brunette's face. "It drives me crazy when I catch you watching me; wondering what you are thinking. I feel like a teenager every time." Franky smiles and pulls herself up so she's face to face with the blonde. "You make me feel like a teenager every time you walk into the room. And when I see you looking at me..." She blushes as Bridget presses their lips together, quieting her words. Their arms move around their bodies, pulling them closer. Franky breaks the kiss and looks at her with tear filled eyes. "There is no way for me to show you how much I love you; how much you mean to me." Bridget wipes away the tear that trickles down the brunette's cheek. "You're doing an awesome job at trying baby." She says with a smile. Franky lets out a chuckle, before they laugh briefly together. Bridget always has a way of chasing her fears away with her words. "I love you Bridget. I have ever since you kept my secret about..." Bridget places a finger over her lips. "Shhh. Let's not." Franky nods and leans in to kiss her. They kiss more passionately as Franky runs her hand down the blonde's body and pulls a leg up over her side. Bridget lets out a moan as she feels her lover's center press against hers. "I love you too baby." She says before leaning in to kiss her neck.

The next morning, Bridget wakes up longing to feel Franky between her legs. She rolls over as she opens her eyes, reaching for her young lover. She finds the sheets empty and cool, but a slip of paper tucked under the pillow. 'Good morning my love. I didn't want to wake you. Went for a run. See you soon. – xx F' Bridget slumps back onto her pillow holding the note up above her. She reaches to place the note on the night table and sees that it's eight o'clock. She knows Franky is an early riser and smiles as she recalls their conversation at the hospital. She slides a hand down to her throbbing core, realizing she's more worked up than she originally thought. She moves the sheets down the bed with her free hand as her fingers glide through the dampness between her legs.

Franky closes and locks the door behind her, then takes off her sneakers and tosses them against the wall. She hears a moan come from the direction of the bedroom and smiles. "Miss me already Gidge." She says mainly to herself. She jogs quietly down the hallway and stops as she opens the door to the bedroom. Her heart begins to race, and she licks her lips as she sees Bridget, fingers deep in her warmth. She watches as her free hand caresses her breast and pinches a nipple. Franky swears she is wetting herself as she watches Bridget spread her legs to reach deeper into herself. She takes a step towards the bed, but stumbles over the edge of the rug. "Shit!" She says, looking up to see Bridget staring wide-eyed at her. "I, ah. Sorry Gidge." Bridget smiles as she begins moving her hand again. She watches the wheels turning in the mind of the brunette; trying to decide what she should do. "I'm sorry baby. I couldn't wait any longer." She smiles as she watches the shock spread across her lover's face. She reaches out with her free hand as she rubs her nub with her thumb. "Come here baby." She says with a moan. Franky doesn't hesitate at the invitation. She yanks off her singlet as she approaches the bed, then pushes her shorts off her waist. She stumbles upon the bed as they catch her around her ankles. She curses under her breath as she shakes them to the floor. Her eyes darken as she sees the juices of her lover glistening over her hand. Bridget reaches for her and pulls her down for a passionate kiss. She lets out a moan as she feels Bridget's hand run along her body. "I want you baby." Bridget says, as she breaks the kiss. Franky moves to position herself in front of the blonde. "I want you to touch yourself..." Franky looks up with surprise. "I want you to cum with me. Touch yourself with me." Franky blushes. She's never done this with someone before. Just when she was alone, in her cell, while thoughts of Bridget raced through her head. The video chat during the conference was different. They had toys. They were miles apart. Bridget is here, right in front of her, with her fingers buried deep within herself. "Please Franky. I won't last much longer." Franky watches as the blonde begins to squirm, her hips rising with each thrust of her fingers.