Forever With You

Chapter Thirty-One

          An hour later, they are wrapped in each other's arms, kissing passionately. Bridget gently runs her hand down Franky's sweat glistened chest as they break apart for much needed air. Franky smiles as she reaches up and caresses Bridget's face. "Now that you have me calm as a kitten, why didn't you tell me Red was alive?" Bridget backs away to see all of Franky's face. "I didn't know until just before the accident." Franky looks deep into her eyes, looking for any sign of deceit. "How is that possible?" Bridget takes a deep breath. "We had our sessions over the phone. Her voice was distorted. I didn't know why, and I didn't ask any questions. That wasn't part of my job." Franky raises an eyebrow. "She said she was incarcerated and wasn't allowed visitors." Bridget adds with a sigh. Franky seems satisfied as she runs her hand down Bridget's jawline and against her neck. "Would you have broken the rules and told me if you knew?" She asks as her fingers trace over her collarbone. Bridget feels goosebumps rise across her skin. "I broke the rules for you once before didn't I?" Franky nods and leans in for another kiss.

Later that day, Franky is gathering the paperwork she is working on and puts in it her briefcase. Fessler stops in her doorway and watches for a minute before speaking. "You know, I asked Erica here for more than just Boomer's case. But it soon became apparent that it wasn't my best decision." Franky looks up from the papers and folders on her desk. "I'm sorry Franky. I didn't know..." Franky stops her with a shake of her head. "No one did Fess. Don't worry about it." Fessler frowns. "Erica had one stipulation for allowing you to become a lawyer. I didn't agree but told her yes. It was the only way to satisfy her without involving you more than I already had." Franky looks up with curiosity. "She wanted you to take the other case I asked her here for. That you take her place. She's that confident that you will pass the bar, as am I. But that wouldn't be fair..." Franky walks over to the doorway. "What case?" She sees a twinkle in Fessler's eye. "Ferguson's. If you don't wa...." Franky cuts her off immediately. "Done."

By five-thirty, Franky is sitting on the couch with her laptop, looking at dates for the bar exam. Bridget walks in, and after setting down her belongings, walks over to Franky and gives her a kiss hello. "How was your day baby?" Franky shrugs as she scrolls through the calendar, until she feels warm hands on her shoulders. "Not as exciting as it could be, but Fessler admitted a stipulation to Erica's letter." Bridget's hands stop as she holds her breath. "Didn't matter. It's a done deal." She looks up at Bridget and gives her a reassuring smile. "May I ask what it was?" Franky nods as she takes one of Bridget's hands and leads her around the couch to sit next to her. "To take Ferguson's case, assuming I pass the bar in time." Bridget smiles. "I have no doubts on that baby. But are you sure you want that case? After all we've been through with her?" Franky takes her hands in hers, rubbing her thumbs against them. "All the more reason to Gidge. That and for all my friends and family." Bridget nods and reaches up to caress her face. "It's the only way I know I can keep you all safe." Franky adds while leaning in for a kiss. She blindly sets the laptop aside and reaches to pull Bridget closer. Bridget sighs against Franky's mouth before breaking the kiss. "I can't baby. I have an appointment at seven." She leans her forehead against Franky's. "Besides, it looks like I interrupted your work." Franky shakes her head and leans in to kiss her again, only to meet her cheek. "Nah, just trying to set up a date for the exam." She tries to kiss her again but settles on nuzzling her neck. "Franky I can't." She says with a heavy sigh. "It's Ferguson's niece. I don't want her distracted by anything..." Franky makes her way up her neck and gently takes her earlobe into her mouth. They can both feel the passion and want running through them, and each other, and Bridget fights her own body and needs to stop once again. "Franky. Please." She places her palms against Franky's chest. "Stop baby." Franky backs away and sits up straight. Flashbacks of her second stint in Wentworth briefly run through her mind. Bridget sees her mistake immediately. "Franky. I didn't mean it like that." Franky nods, then picks up her laptop and stands. "Nah, it's alright." She walks over to the kitchen island and sits on a stool, placing the laptop down in front of her. Bridget stands and walks over to her, placing her hands on her shoulders once again. As she begins to caress them, she leans over and whispers in her ear. "I want to fuck you right here right now baby, but if I do, I'll be late." She licks the bottom of her earlobe as she breathes warm breath against her. She feels Franky shudder and the tension melt under her hands. "And worse yet, Joanne will know and use it against me." Franky turns quickly to face Bridget. "I...I didn't know..." Bridget nods and kisses her gently. "Joan taught her very well." Franky swallows the lump in her throat. "Can I come with?" Bridget smiles as she backs away. "I was hoping you would ask. I could use your insight." She grabs her keys and jacket as Franky follows. She stops for a moment and looks back at Franky. "And um, we need to come up with a safe word....so this" she motions between them "doesn't happen again." Franky looks into her eyes and nods.