Surprise.
Franky could barely actually believe what she was hearing. Erica fucking Davidson was sitting directly across from her, basically confessing some sort of feelings toward the brunette, and Franky had absolutely no idea how to even begin to respond, nor how to act. Even after the large amount of alcohol that Franky had consumed throughout the day, there was no more of the buzzed feeling. The words had completely sobered up the former prisoner, as Franky was unable to even hold her usual poker face, her eyes widening slightly as she allowed every single word that the blonde had spoken to set in. Franky had found herself at a loss for words, her gaze not budging from Erica’s face, taking in the rather nervous look upon the blondes face, knowing that Erica was definitely putting herself out there and vulnerable with the request, she had no idea how big of a leap of faith it would have actually taken the blonde to end the discussion like that.
Erica blankly stared across at the wide green eyes across from her, she could feel her palms getting sweaty due to the stress the moment was currently putting on her. Erica’s nerves were in overdrive, her heart was beating even more rapidly now than it had been when her gaze had first crossed the brunettes for the first time in over two years. Franky wasn’t speaking.. it had been almost a full ten seconds of nothing but tense silent staring and Erica was just about ready to break the silence and excuse herself out of the clear cut ‘no’ which she assumed was the answer by the silence when Franky had begun to speak up. “I.. uhh..” Franky had stumbled her way to the beginning of what she had actually wanted to say, her usual playful, cocky disposition nowhere to be found. The brunette had actually found herself beyond shocked, for the first time in as long as she could remember; Franky Doyle was left rather speechless.
Eventually Franky had just decided on starting in on what she had actually intended on saying when she walked to the coffee shop, wanting nothing more than to simply spew every single angry and negative thought that she had toward the former governor. “Erica, when I agreed to meet you here.. I didn’t reckon this is how things would turn out. I agreed to meet you here so I could give you a piece of my mind, so I could make you feel as terribly as I did when you left without so much as a goodbye. Christ, this is a surprise.” A soft humourless sort of chuckle passed through Franky’s lips following her words trying to curb some of the nervousness that had suddenly hit her like a freight train. Erica sat motionless, completely captivated by the green eyes that belonged to the woman seated across from her. Although her nerves were finally starting to dissipate, Erica spent most of her time trying to keep her focus locked on the fact that Franky didn’t actually say the things she had wanted to say, surely that meant things were looking up even the slightest bit. God she sure hoped so, if not she would feel like an absolute fool for even trying to take any sort of measures to keep contact with the brunette. Franky had just opened her mouth to speak once more when her phone had started to ring. “Fuck, sorry..” Franky had somewhat politely excused herself from the conversation for a moment, one quick look down to her phones screen had her instantly in a small form of panic. Bridget. The phone call was coming from Bridget, clearly she had overestimated the amount of time it would take the older woman to arrive back at her house, silently cursing herself for doing so. “I’ll be right back.”
Franky now completely excused herself from the table, slipping away from the corner booth and heading toward the door, wanting to have the conversation away from Erica’s ears, for the time being. Franky wasn’t exactly sure why, but she didn’t exactly want Erica to know of Bridget unless Franky had told her herself. “Hey, Gidge.” Franky had answered the phone about as casually as she could manage despite the current circumstances, not wanting to give Bridget any sort of a reason to question her. “Where did you head off to? I was looking forward to making you pay for our little encounter earlier..” Bridget’s tone was quite obviously hinting toward the sexual comment and the deep form of a kiss that Franky had sent her off with much earlier in the day. ‘Fuck.. I’m missing out on sex for a fucking conversation’ Was Franky’s first thought, quickly shaking the thought away from her mind though as she tried to keep her focus on maintaining a casual disposition throughout the conversation. “I just had to make a quick run home, I’ll be back for my punishment in a few minutes” Franky had commented back in the same sort of manner, with the sexual undertone to it. After hearing a soft set of laughter coming from Bridget’s end she had let out a sigh of relief, knowing that she had successfully passed through the conversation as Bridget had said her goodbyes and rang off.
Franky really hated lying to Bridget, but she did however plan on coming clean when she made it back to Bridget’s house. It only took Franky a few quick steps back inside the building to rejoin a much more relaxed version of Erica, than what she had previously left behind when she had to step out. Franky however didn’t take her seat once more, needing to really get going soon before raising way too many suspicious flags in Bridget’s mind. Franky had decided to put things as simplistically as possible, hoping not to step on any toes as she really wasn’t quite too sure where she stood on the whole situation with Erica just yet. “Look, Erica.. I’m still really fucking shocked if I’m honest. That call..” Franky took a momentary pause, trying to find the right wording and to hopefully somewhat let Erica down gently. “The call was from my girlfriend.” Franky barely even noticed the involuntary sigh that had followed the words, as if Bridget were the biggest burden in the world at the present moment. One look in Erica’s eyes told Franky all that she needed to know, she had just practically crushed Erica, and likely pissed her off as Franky was rather certain that the blonde wasn’t used to hearing ‘no.’ all that often. “But this it kind of changes..” Franky had once again trailed off, not exactly sure where she was going, deciding to change up her tactics slightly. “I need some time to think, Erica.. this shit sideswiped me and.. wow.” The words were this time followed by a soft chuckle and a small sort of grin as Franky’s small way to try and tell Erica that things were going to be alright.
Franky had turned to leave but quickly had decided to add onto the small sort of gestures that she had already tried to show the blonde, bending to place a quick peck to Erica’s cheek and offering her a slightly larger grin, lingering in her personal space for a moment before turning to actually leave, dismissing the conversation with a “You’ve got my number, don’t be a stranger. I can still talk to you while I’m thinking about shit.” And with that Franky had vanished out of sight and Erica was left simply dumbfounded. Erica sat alone in that small corner booth for what felt like forever, trying to piece together what exactly had just happened. In reality she had only been seated for a few more minutes before turning to also exit the coffee shop, pressing the unlock button to scout out her car as it had grown rather dark during the time inside, the flashing lights guiding her way toward the car. Erica heaved a hefty sigh of relief, and she had chuckled softly to herself as she had realized that one short peck on the cheek from Franky Doyle still had her as giddy as a kid in high school with a crush. Erica had given her head a quick shake at her own thought before flicking her key in the ignition and heading for home.
Franky had managed to make her way to Bridget’s home rather quickly, running a great deal of the distance, although she did have to stop to throw up once. Apparently the liquor mixed with both actions and intense nerves was not a good combination for the brunette, although she was now rather happy to have some of the alcohol out of her system, wanting to get to Bridget and expel the truth about where she had previously been, and of course, the crazy hot sex she would likely be gaining afterward would be a definite bonus. As Franky entered the home she had noticed the sweet smell of something coming from the kitchen. The brunette had a wide grin upon her features as she turned the corner to the kitchen, quickly noticing that the sweet smell was not in fact food, it was candles that Bridget had so perfectly placed around the room to make it just dimly lit enough to see that wide grin crack across Franky’s face as she had entered the room.
Franky had wanted nothing more than to come clean to Bridget but now she had zero time to do so. Bridget had closed the gap of space between the two bodies in the kitchen, her lips eagerly seeking out Franky’s as the younger woman had been shuffled back against the wall. Franky took no time at all to react, her hands both beginning to roam along Bridget’s back until her right hand had rested upon Bridget’s ass, giving it a quick smack before roaming across to the other ass cheek and groping it. Bridget had allowed her own hands to do the same, one hand moving upward to rest on the back of her neck, making sure there was virtually zero chance of the kiss being broken up, her other hand had moved to the hem of Franky’s shirt as she had begun to tug the fabric upward, her fingertips gently brushing along Franky’s midsection as her hand followed the fabric upward. Bridget had giggled softly against Franky’s lips at the smack to her ass, only taking a step away to allow the fabric of Franky’s shirt to be completely removed from over her head, tossing it down to the kitchen floor.
Franky had taken the one spare second away from the heated passion of the moment to her advantage, she had quickly reversed the roles between the two women, now gaining control over the situation. Franky’s lips had quickly found their way back to Bridget’s as she had begun to back her over toward the kitchen table. Their lips had continued to feverishly work together as Franky had wrapped an arm around Bridget’s midsection, aiding her body upward as she pushed her back slightly, allowing Bridget to end up in a seated position upon the kitchen table. Franky had made sure that her lips had firmly remained pressed to Bridget’s throughout the movements, not wanting to miss out on a single moment of passion. Franky had eventually reluctantly broken away from Bridget’s lips only to turn her attentions toward the skin of Bridget’s neck; nipping playfully at the flesh as her hands had shot down to the hem of Bridget’s shirt, tugging it up and off of her body, allowing the fabric to join the quick building pile of clothing upon the kitchen floor. The brunette began to trail quick sets of kisses along the blonde woman’s collar bone area as her hands momentarily fumbled to free Bridget’s breasts from her bra, making rather swift work of the clasp and allowing the bra to fall to the floor. The brunette had continued to swiftly trail her kisses downward until she was met by the two mounds of flesh upon Bridget’s chest. Her lips had worked along the skin of one of her breasts until her mouth was all but fully surrounding the flesh, her tongue flickering quickly across the blonde’s nipple as her hands moved down to easily undo the button and zipper of Bridget’s pants.
Franky had once again made quick work of the fabric on Bridget’s body, her pants being slid down her slender legs until they ended up bunched around her ankles, Franky only taking the time to break the contact from her breast to remove the pants completely. The second that the former prisoner was sure the pants would no longer be an issue she instantly moved back into place, one hand had raised to flick her thumb across one of the blonde woman’s nipples as her tongue wildly swirled around the other. Franky had easily slid her free hand between the older woman’s thighs, caressing the skin as she trailed her hand agonizingly slowly upward. Franky’s fingers had eventually hit their mark, caressing along the thin layer of fabric that was separating Franky from her lover’s core. Bridget had been suppressing soft moans throughout the entire ordeal, her body was now practically aching for the brunette’s skilled touch. As Franky’s fingers had begun rubbing along over her core even over the fabric of her panties, Bridget could no longer supress the moans. She had let out a shaky breath that the blonde didn’t even realize that she had been holding in, a low and muffled moan passing through her lips as she felt Franky systematically disable every part of her composure.
Bridget had allowed her head to fall back in pleasure as Franky was continuing her light form of teasing along with the pleasurable sensations being sent along her spine due to the actions of both the brunette’s tongue and thumb on her nipples. The blonde’s eyes had just fluttered shut before they had both rapidly popped back open and widely at that, Franky had in one swift motion pushed Bridget’s panties off to the side and slid two fingers between her walls, instantly setting a rapid pace as she had given the blonde zero time to adjust her body to the actions. Bridget’s hips had instantly slipped forward toward the edge of the table, angling her body to allow Franky even more access to the space between her thighs. The brunette had left one hand lingering on the older woman’s breast as she once again took swift action, moving downward to land in a kneeling position between the blonde woman’s thighs. Franky once again left Bridget with very little time to adjust to her actions as her tongue instantly sought out for her clit, flickering wildly against every motion that Bridget’s hips made, driving her body slightly closer toward Franky’s touch. It didn’t take long before Bridget’s body was left feeling completely satisfied under the brunette’s extremely skilled and well-practiced touches.
The blonde strands of hair that had been neatly pulled back into a ponytail were now tousled around her face as she full on laid out upon the kitchen table trying to catch her breath. Franky had moved to sit beside the blonde upon the surface of the table, leaning in to place a soft and tender kiss on the older woman’s lips, pulling back almost immediately as she was allowing Bridget time to actually reign her breathing back in. Bridget was quite confused once Franky had slipped off of the table and moved away from her body, propping her body upward on to her elbows in order to watch her actions; doing so with a brow raised out of curiosity. Franky had moved about the kitchen blowing out each of the candles that Bridget had lit much earlier in the evening before moving back toward the older woman, offering her a hand as Franky had helped Bridget off of the table and lead the way upstairs and into the bedroom.
Bridget had found it rather strange that it appeared to be one of those rare nights where Franky allowed their bodies to remain intertwined beneath the sheets even after the moments of passion had long since been gone, not that she was complaining. The older woman had debated on questioning where the sudden breakthrough had come from, until she had heard light snoring coming from the body that had been holding her tightly. With a soft chuckle Bridget had also decided to get some sleep, her eyes fluttering shut and in a short while, she had also fallen into a deep slumber.
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“Honey why you calling me so late?”
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Franky had awoken to the faint sound of her phone vibrating upon the bedside table, her attention had immediately set upon the clock as she took note of the time. ‘3AM, who the fuck?’ Was Franky’s first thought, the second being ‘Must be fucking important.’ The brunette had reluctantly slipped her arms from around Bridget’s body, making her way toward the edge of the bed in order to reach for her phone. Franky was quite thankful for the fact that Bridget was a rather heavy sleeper, allowing her to most nights, exit the bed and make her way down to the couch to avoid feeling trapped during the nights cuddling sessions. Franky had quickly rubbed her eyes as she had attempted to make out the caller ID throughout her squinted eyes. Her eyes had quickly widened as every emotion from earlier in the day had come crashing back over her. Franky had completely forgotten about her encounter with the other blonde woman once she had set her eyes upon Bridget in the kitchen, but now.. now she couldn’t forget any longer. The call was from Erica.