Forever With You

Chapter Thirty-Six

          Franky blows out a raspberry as she looks towards the bathroom door. She broke the bad news to Bridget, around noon Saturday, that they would have to wait until Monday at the earliest to marry. But she didn't tell her why. All she said was that Maxine couldn't get her hands on the paperwork that quickly. Total bullshit. She had copies of the latest forms sitting in the study of the safe house. All kept up to date since her release from prison. (The idea had started from the inmates she knew that wanted to get married, but, even if the prison allowed the celebrants inside for the marriage, they tended to opt out due to the couples gender. There was no current law forcing them to do so.) Maxine called Franky out on her reasons for wanting to rush into the marriage and refused to help until she told Bridget.

Bridget turns off the light in the bathroom and walks toward the bed. She can tell Franky is tense and smiles, trying to find a way to lighten the mood. (She noticed Franky had been this way since speaking with Maxine.) "Pre-wedding day jitters baby?" Bridget says while moving the covers as she gets into bed. Franky can't help but smile. "Something like that." Bridget leans over and kisses her gently. "Want to talk about it?" She asks while brushing their noses together. Franky lets out a sigh. "I know I don't have much to offer you, when we marry..." Bridget places a finger over her lips, stopping her from continuing. "I only want you, Francesca Doyle. You for the rest of my life. Everything else is material." Franky blushes as she looks down at the bed. "In case this trial doesn't go as planned..." She trails off and slowly looks back up at Bridget. "I want to make sure you are taken care of." Bridget frowns. "You make it sound like a life or death situation Franky. You'll be fine regardless of the verdict. Maybe not happy..." Bridget smiles as she looks deep into her eyes. "I just want to make sure you get everything if something should happen. I don't want to risk that by waiting til after the trial to marry you." Bridget's smile begins to fade. "Franky..." She drags out the last syllable. "Tell me you aren't thinking of doing something..." Franky stops her by taking her hands in hers. "No. But if she comes after me..." Franky fights the tears in her eyes. "I just want you to legally have everything we have built together, just in case." Bridget puts the pieces together in her mind. Her heart begins to ache at the act of love Franky is showing. "Is this why Maxine said to wait?" Franky nods her head causing a few tears to drop. "She wanted me to clear the air with you first. I just don't trust the Freak Gidge. And I don't want you to lose anything because of me. It's the way my life is...was, until I met you." Bridget wraps her arms around the brunette, feeling Franky do the same. They hold each other tightly, tears sliding down Franky's face and onto Bridget's bare shoulder. "Baby, nothing is going to mess this up for us." Franky sits back and looks into her eyes. "Promise?" Bridget smiles as she wipes away the last of Franky's tears. "With Bea and Maxine in our corner? You're damn right I promise."

The next morning, Franky wakens to the sound of the shower running. She checks the time, thinking she overslept, and smiles as a thought enters her mind. She enters the bathroom and watches as Bridget rinses her hair in the shower. Bridget smiles, having caught a glimpse of Franky watching her and turns to rinse her face. She soon feels strong arms wrap around her. "When is your first appointment?" Franky asks, voice laced with arousal. Shivers of anticipation run through her body as she answers. "Ten..." That's all Franky needs to hear before she turns Bridget around to face her. Franky raises an eyebrow as they make eye contact, silently asking for permission to go on. Bridget begins to blush, causing Franky to crash their lips together with frenzied passion. It's not long before she has Bridget pinned against the wall and calling out her name as her fingers thrust deep inside her. "Oh, fuck Franky!" Bridget yells, nails digging into her shoulders. Franky feels her knees weaken and leans more against the blonde for support. Bridget can tell Franky is just as aroused and slips a hand between them. It doesn't take long before they fall over the edge together, holding each other tightly as the waves run through their bodies. They kiss passionately, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. "That was..." Bridget pauses, somewhat speechless. "Quite intense." Franky finishes for her. Bridget nods as they smile at one another before kissing again.