Things to come.
Franky had been partially right about the fact that seeing Bridget’s face would make her forget about Erica Davidson. Bridget’s face combined with the almost dozen bottles of beer that she had consumed before noon, and the fact that Bridget had been sweet enough to not only make breakfast but also lunch while Franky had remained awkwardly cold and distant from her girlfriend, that had sealed the deal. Franky had decided that she had spent more than enough time brooding over the former governor, and she wasn’t about to let it fuck up what she had with Bridget, but one quick glance at the clock told her she was already fighting a losing battle in that regard.
Franky had spent almost four hours giving Bridget barely three word answers to anything she had asked the brunette, effectively wasting the time that was usually spent loving up on her girlfriend before she had to head into work. Franky always looked forward to her Fridays, getting to spend several hours of the day with Bridget always seemed to put her in a good mood throughout the entire weekend, even though she would spend most of her weekends studying.
Bridget had clearly sensed that there was something going on deep down within her girlfriend, but the two of them had an unspoken understanding: Franky would open up when she was ready to do so. Bridget wouldn’t push Franky beyond what she was comfortable discussing, and that had allowed Franky to be able to put a great deal of trust in Bridget. Bridget knew that whatever was bothering Franky would get past the surface eventually, she had learned a great deal about the brunette and her terrible past by simply being nothing but patient and trustworthy.
Bridget was just about ready to head out the door to work, deciding to at least let Franky know what time she would be arriving back that evening, and to let her know that she was more than welcome to stay in her home until she got back. She had been looking forward to seeing Franky all week long, more so than usual after her latest trip to the lingerie store. However, now she didn’t feel comfortable bringing that up with something so clearly bothering Franky.
“Franky” Bridget was leaning casually against the doorway to the living room, wanting to gain the former prisoners attention before continuing on. Bridget was satisfied once the younger woman’s gaze had shifted upward from the floor, her voice seemingly snapping Franky from her thoughts.
“I’ll be home around six, I only have a few loose ends to tie up today. You’re more than welcome to wait around here until I come back. Dinner and a movie tonight?” Bridget had decided that maybe Franky wasn’t ready to confront whatever was seeming to bother her, maybe what Franky needed was a distraction for the time being.
Frank had wordlessly gotten up from the chair which she had been rather sprawled out across, placing her latest empty bottle of beer down upon the small table near the doorway before moving to close the gap between her body and her girlfriend. Franky was now severely kicking herself for wasting the precious time that she rarely had to spend with Bridget so distraction free. There was always some sort of distraction with one of Bridget’s clients calling to interrupt needing advice, or Franky needing to study for some sort of upcoming exam, Fridays were their one day to spend relatively alone and Franky had already fucked up the first half of the day, she wasn’t planning on fucking up the rest.
Franky tightly wrapped her arms around Bridget’s frame, tugging her girlfriend’s body flush against her own, leaning forward to place a kiss that was loaded with passion and lust against the older woman’s lips. Bridget had quickly felt herself getting lost in the kiss, her lips meeting Franky’s with an equal amount of force. Before long Bridget had one hand tangled within the deep colored strands of the former inmate’s hair, the other hand resting on the back of Franky’s neck in an attempt to get the brunettes face as close as she possibly could. Franky had eagerly allowed her hands to begin roaming, one hand moving between their tightly pressed together bodies to grope Bridget’s breast over the fabric of both her shirt and her bra, the other hand finding the hem of her shirt and beginning to press it upward.
Bridget had to reluctantly pull her lips back from Franky, giving her an apologetic smile before taking a step back, needing to leave now as she was already likely going to be rather late. Bridget had decided that she would worry about fixing her appearance at every red light that she was sure she would hit on her commute to work, certain that she had to look rather flustered by the encounter with her girlfriend.
As Bridget had turned on her heel to walk toward the door Franky had followed closely behind her, pressing Bridget’s frame into the door before she had a chance to reach for the handle. Bridget could feel Franky’s warm breath against her ear, and judging by the smell of alcohol radiating from her breath, Bridget certainly hopped that she would take her up on the offer to stay in the house until she had returned from work. All of those thoughts however had quickly vanished from Bridget’s mind as Franky whispered out “There will be more where that came from when you get home..” Franky had dragged her teeth in a teasing fashion over Bridget’s earlobe before pulling away, taking a quick glance at her very flustered girlfriend before returning to the comfortable chair in the corner of the living room, taking pride in knowing that the words she had left Bridget with would be playing on the older woman’s mind all day long.
Bridget had silently cursed Franky as she exited the house, now being far too aroused to even think about going to work, but nonetheless she had to go. She would worry about ‘punishing’ her girlfriend once she got back home. She had to turn on the radio to attempt to find some sort of a distraction to Franky’s words, shaking her head as she put the car into drive and went about her commute.
Sometime after Franky had said goodbye to Bridget she had passed out cold in the chair, only being awoken by the faint sound of her phone ringing beneath her body that was sprawled across the chair. She lazily half opened one of her eyes, digging beneath her body for the ringing sound; getting to it a few seconds too late as the ringing had ceased. Franky couldn’t believe the sight in her rather drunken and half asleep state. The second Bridget was out of her sight once again, back came Erica. Franky let a snort of disapproval out, shaking her head to accompany the sound. Where did the woman get off on calling her the exact same day? Did she think that Franky couldn’t have possibly have made any sort of a life post Wentworth?
Franky was just about to set the phone down and go reach for another beer to take the once again fast building annoyance away, but she was stopped the second her feet hit the floor. Two rapid tones from her phone indicating two separate text messages was what had halted Franky’s motions. One text had been from Bridget, indicating that she would in fact have to work a bit later in the day. Bridget had apologized profusely for the inconvenience and told Frank that she would definitely make it up to her. This didn’t exactly do anything to curb Franky’s disappointment with the matter, her frustration seeming to be building up by the second.
The second text message had been from Erica, asking Franky if she would be able to meet back at the little coffee house they had banged into each other at much earlier in the day. Without responding to either of the text messages Franky had thrown her phone across the room toward the couch. A few seconds later Franky was back on her feet and had made her way back to the kitchen; she had quickly decided that another beer was necessary not caring too much that she had already consumed more alcohol in one single day than she had in the previous eight years.
After downing the beer Franky had made up her mind; taking a few slightly stumbled steps forward until she had gained her bearings, making her way back to the living room and to her phone, she had unlocked it and without a single further thought, she had typed a message out to Bridget that told her it was fine and that she would be waiting for her when she arrived home, hoping the words from earlier would still be fresh in the older woman’s mind. It wasn’t until she began responding to the text message from Erica that she had started to feel conflicted. ‘No more time for this bullshit’ Franky thought as she began hammering her thumbs on the touch screen of her IPhone, not wanting to think any longer. The second the response had been fully typed out Franky had sent the message to Erica before setting her phone back down and desperately hoping that she had made the right decision.