Forever With You

Chapter Thirty-Four

          They made it home in record time, Bridget having sped through every yellow light and silently cursing the reds, but never left the car after shutting the garage door behind them. Franky kisses Bridget's sweat glistened neck before breaking the silence. "I hate to ruin the moment Gidge, but I gotta pee." Bridget chuckles as she pulls Franky's arms tighter around her. She turns to look back at Franky before kissing her lips. "Sorry baby." Franky smiles and caresses the arm holding hers. "No need to apologize. I am thoroughly enjoying this side of you. Especially since it means you feel totally safe and..." Bridget turns completely, almost falling off the backseat of the car had it not been for Franky's embrace. "I've always felt safe with you. It's just..." Franky places a finger over her lips as she nods. "I'll meet you inside." She says while reluctantly getting up and out of the car. She picks up her clothes and quickly rushes into the warmth of the house.

Fifteen minutes later, Bridget walks into the bathroom to find Franky brushing her teeth, already changed for bed. She smiles as she walks up and embraces her from behind. Their eyes meet in the mirror and Franky smiles before rinsing out her mouth. Bridget places a kiss on the side of her neck as Franky dries her mouth and hands on a towel. "I want you to take me, the way you would if you were Top Dog." She places another kiss on her neck. Franky feels a warmth run through her at the touch. She turns in her arms and meets Bridget's lips with her own. "Why?" Bridget feels her face flush at the thoughts that went through her head earlier that evening. "Seeing you tonight, and Red confirming that's how you were as Top Dog... It was quite the turn on." Franky smiles as she wraps her arms around Bridget's waist. "What if you don't like it?" Bridget kisses her gently. "We have zucchini." She says with a smile. "But what if you don't like the old me?" Franky asks with a frown. Bridget pulls her closer. "I fell in love with the old you." Her eyes darken with passion as they begin to kiss passionately. Franky lets out a quiet moan before breaking the kiss. "Okay." She says before pulling away from Bridget and heading toward the bedroom. Bridget looks after her in bewilderment. "Just okay?" She asks as she watches Franky slip under the covers in bed and nod. "I'm not in the mood." Bridget frowns before joining her. "Did I do something wrong?" Bridget asks with growing concern. Franky smiles and reaches for her 'little spoon'. "No." She replies as she wraps her arms around the blonde. "I just wanna hold you right now." Bridget smiles as she holds the arms around her before closing her eyes to sleep.

The next evening, as Bridget is loading the dishwasher after dinner, Franky walks up behind her, turning her and pinning her against the counter. She reaches for the hem of her shirt as she presses her lips against the blonde's. Bridget lets out a moan as Franky's hands find and begin caressing her breasts. Franky breaks the kiss, gasping for breath. "You sure?" Bridget holds her face between her hands as she nods. Franky lowers her hands and lifts the blonde onto the counter. As she begins kissing her again, her hands pull at the hem of her shirt, lifting it up her body. She breaks the kiss long enough to remove it, then leans in and kisses the side of Bridget's neck. She slowly kisses her way down her body, reminding herself of the role she is playing, and quickly pulls at the shorts the blonde is wearing.

Later that evening, Bridget lies with her head against Franky's chest. She smiles as she hears her heartbeat against her. She thinks back over the years and can't think of a single person that ever made her feel the way she does when she's with Franky. No one ever completed her this way before. No one ever made her feel so loved, so safe, so content.... so, wanted. Franky gently caresses her back with her hand, the other still holding Bridget's. "You never let anyone return the favor?" Bridget asks quietly against her chest. Franky takes in a deep breath. "Few and far between. It was all about the control." Bridget looks up at Franky's sleep heavy eyes. "And giving that up would leave you open to heartbreak." Franky nods and watches as Bridget sits up, her face even with hers. "I think we've both come a long way baby. If it wasn't for you..." Franky nods in agreement. "I never once thought I'd be happy about going to prison Gidge. But if I hadn't. I never would have met you...the love of my life." Bridget gently touches the side of her face, running her finger over her soft lips. "You need to sleep baby." She smiles as Franky fights to keep her eyes open. She had spent the day studying, until Bridget came home from work. Fessler insisting she take the rest of the week off to prepare. Franky reaches for the side of her face and leans up to kiss her. "Thank you... for believing in me." Bridget smiles before kissing her briefly. "You're welcome baby. You deserve it." She replies before laying her head on her pillow, running her hand up and down Franky's arm until she drifts off to sleep.

Thursday flew by and exhaustion alone allowed Franky to sleep. Bridget watched her until she drifted off herself, hoping with all her might that Franky would do well on the exam. Later that evening, Bridget watches as the doors open to the restaurant and a breathtaking brunette walks in. She smiles as Franky spots her and makes her way to the table. She leans down and kisses the blonde briefly before taking her seat. "How did it go baby?" Franky blows out a raspberry. "Fuck if I know." Her lips curve into a grin. "Wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I just hope that's a good sign." Bridget smiles and reaches for her face. "I'm sure you did great baby." She leans in and kisses her again. "Do you know what you want?" Franky sticks her tongue between her teeth as she smiles. "To eat Franky." Bridget adds then blushes immediately after seeing the shit-eating grin form on Franky's face. "Baby..." Bridget whispers.

They manage to get through the appetizers and main course by talking about the exam and Bridget's workday. Franky relays the information Fessler gave her after the exam. Joanne and Jonas had finally been forthcoming with any and all information about their Aunt, adding a lot more than they had expected, and then signing the agreements regarding their arrangements. They could expect to have several more civil court cases headed their way once the evidence was presented in court. Apparently, the Freak's list of victims extended back to her teen years; however, it had only been during the last twenty that Joanne and or Jonas had been an accomplice. The mental abuse and manipulation starting before they were ten.

Franky had just finished telling her that they filed the case with the court when she felt a hand slide across her thigh and into her lap. They had been sitting thigh to thigh since the waiter took their dinner plates from the table. Bridget leans on her elbow against the table, watching the facial expressions of her lover as her hand moves against her warmth. Franky feels a flutter run through her as Bridget's fingers run along the seam of her jeans. She shifts in her seat and leans on her elbows against the table, hoping to shield the activity under the table. She closes her eyes as she feels the blonde move up and unbutton her jeans. She bites her lip as her jeans loosen and Bridget's hand moves between her jeans and shorts. "It's time to relax baby. You've had a stressful week." Franky moans as she nods in agreement, pushing her hips against the hand against her. Bridget leans closer, her warm breath teasing the tiny hairs of Franky's neck. "You ready for dessert baby?" She asks before nipping at the bottom of her ear. Franky clenches her fists and fights back the moans as Bridget quickly pushes her over the edge. She shudders as the waves pulse through her, a wetness completely soaking her shorts and jeans. Bridget kisses the side of her neck as she slowly pulls her hand from her jeans. "That was so hot baby." Franky wipes a hand across her forehead, drying the perspiration as she tries to regulate her breathing. "Fuck Gidge." Is all she can manage as she looks at the smile spread across the blonde's face. Just then they waiter approaches. "Could I interest you ladies in dessert or are you ready for the check?" Without looking back at each other for confirmation, Bridget and Franky both answer simultaneously. "Check please."

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Sorry for a such a short chapter, compared to the last few.  Things have been hectic at work and I'm struggling a bit to focus.  That and the Instagram snafu over the weekend.  Speaking of which, please vote if you see my poll on reading this story.  I'm curious as to how many of you just like the pics I'm posting with the updates and not the update itself LOL

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