Forever With You

Chapter Thirty-Nine

          Boomer hears the front door open and watches as Bridget follows Franky in before closing the door. Franky drops the bag in the hallway and wraps her arms around Bridget. She kisses her briefly as Bridget moves her arms around her neck. "Thank you." She kisses her again. "For a wonderful weekend." Bridget laughs against her lips. "You're very welcome baby." She smiles before their lips meet again. Boomer drops the magazine she was reading on the couch. "Oi! Get a room." She shouts with a smile. Bridget blushes as they break apart and Franky looks over while intentionally holding Bridget closer. "Thought this was one." She says before laughing as Boomer gives her the finger. She pats Bridget on the behind before they release each other, and she starts over toward Boomer.

Boomer sees the look on Franky's face and raises her arms up in defense. "I take it back Franks! I take it back!" They are both laughing as Franky flops on the couch and lays against Boomer tickling her sides. "Sorry for leaving you Booms. Just a lot going on lately." Franky says before leaving a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Boomer pushes her away and wipes her cheek with the back of her hand. "Nah. It's alright Franks. I know you've got a life and all now." Franky places and arm around her shoulders. "I'll take you out clothes shopping after work tomorrow. How does that sound?" Boomer blushes. "Really? You'd do that for me?" Franky squeezes her shoulder. "Yeah. We're mates right?"

Throughout dinner, the three discussed how the weekend went with Maxine and if there is anything Boomer wants to do in the upcoming weeks. "That was delicious Franky. Reminds me of how shitty the food got once you made parole." Franky smiles. "Fresh food does make a difference Booms." Franky says as she loads the dishwasher. Bridget slaps her shoulder as she walks around her to get another bottle of wine. "Be nice Franky." She says with a wink. Franky blushes as she stares at her ass. "Then stop being a tease." Bridget smiles and kisses her briefly before walking back to the table. Boomer can only smile as she watches the exchange between her bestie and Bridget. "So, when's the wedding?" She blurts out without thinking. Franky tenses immediately and Bridget almost spills the wine she is pouring. "Don't tell me you haven't popped the question yet Franky." Boomer looks back and forth between her two friends, wondering what she said to make them so quiet.

Franky starts the dish washer and grabs a beer from the fridge before sitting back down at the table. "Booms. I have a confession to make." Franky says while picking at the label on the bottle. Bridget reaches over and takes one of Franky's hands. Franky looks up and smiles slightly, then looks back at Boomer. "We uh..." Bridget clears her throat to draw their attention. "We had a small ceremony when Franky was in the hospital." Franky looks up at her with wide eyes. "We wanted to make it official just in case..." Bridget looks down at the ring on her finger. "Just in case..." Boomer's eyes begin to tear up. "Aww shucks Franky." She gets up and hugs them both. "Who knew not only would Ms., I mean Bridget, not only make you an honest woman, but a big softie as well." Franky starts to laugh. "Shh. You're going to ruin my street cred."

By nine o'clock, Bridget and Franky are about to turn in. "You sure you'll be alright Booms?" Franky asks as Bridget continues down the hall. Boomer looks back and smiles. "Yeah. I mean, I'll probably fall asleep watching TV anyway, but it's nice to decide my own bedtime." Franky smiles, remembering how freeing it was to not have to go to her room at a certain time every night... not that she complained when she was with Bridget. "Alright then. See you in the morning?" Boomer waves back at her. "Yeah, maybe." Franky chuckles to herself. "And remember, if you hear a rockin'..." Boomer looks back at Franky. "Yeah, yeah. Don't come a knockin. Now fuck off." She says with a smile. "Love ya Booms." Boomer turns back to the TV. "You too Franks."

Twenty minutes later, Franky walks into the bedroom from the adjoining bathroom, and pauses when there is no sign of Bridget. As she scratches her head with her right hand, she feels cool metal slip around her left wrist and tighten shut. She looks down to see a pink handcuff wrapped around her wrist. (They had decided on any color but silver. Franky didn't need any more reminders of Wentworth.) She is about to comment when she feels Bridget roughly push her towards the bed. Franky can hardly contain her smile as she feels Bridget push her against it, running her fingers lightly down her back, then up under the hem of her shirt. "Undress, then get on the bed." She says, causing Franky's knees to go weak. Franky does as she's told and smiles as Bridget leans over her to weave the handcuffs through the posts of the headboard, then around Franky's other wrist. She tugs on them to make sure they aren't too tight, then steps away from the bed. Franky looks up at her hands, then back across the room at Bridget, who is slowly removing her bed clothes.