The kiss?
Erica had surprised herself by the fact that she was indeed the one to lean forward, closing that small gap between the two women’s lips. Franky was half way expecting the action to follow the intense stare that would have once again been deemed entirely inappropriate back in their Wentworth days, but now, now Franky Doyle was a free woman. The fact that Franky was partially expecting the kiss did absolutely nothing to prepare her for it. The second Erica’s lips touched the brunette’s she was eagerly kissing her back. This kiss however started out nothing like the one they had shared a couple of years back, this kiss was very different.
Much like the last kiss however Erica soon found herself quite lost in it, unable to hold anything back. The blonde woman had raised her hand upward to gently cup Franky’s cheek, being cautious to do her best to avoid the damaged areas of the former prisoners face. The one thing Erica hadn’t expected of the kiss was the one thing that held true throughout the contact of their lips. The kiss started out soft, but instead of heating up, the contact had remained gentle until Erica had pulled away slowly. The happy flutters of her stomach telling her she was quite an idiot for pulling back so soon but there was one thing she needed to get out of the way before continuing on.
Franky’s eyes had slowly fluttered back open after she was finished revelling in the extremely unfamiliar feelings she felt just from simply kissing the blonde woman. Franky figured out in that exact moment that there was nobody else on the planet who could give her those deep, stirring feelings well within the pit of her stomach. Her kisses with Bridget managed to always do something for her, but not in this way.
The mere thought of Bridget had Franky mutter out beneath her breath; “Fuck, Bridget..” Immediately after hoping that the other woman wouldn’t have heard anything she had said.
Fortunately enough this time for Franky luck was on her side and Erica hadn’t heard a single thing that the brunette had muttered out. However, Bridget was indeed exactly what Erica had wanted to discuss. Erica had pulled back just far enough so that she was still slightly lingering within Franky’s personal space, waiting until Franky had opened her eyes before the former governor had spoken up.
“Franky.. Are you sure that you’re okay with this? You said that you needed to do some thinking and I don’t want to be the one to force your hand.” Erica had allowed her gaze to awkwardly shift away from the soul penetrating stare that came from Franky, setting it down upon the sheets instead. Little did Erica know that the one thing about her that Franky found equally as adorable as it was infuriating was her awkwardness when it came to Franky’s advance, only this time it had been the blonde who had made the advance herself, and Franky was willing to bet that she wasn’t trying to look after the brunette’s well being, but Erica was trying to keep herself as guilt free as possible with the question.
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It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
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Franky quickly pushed the thoughts of Bridget aside for the time being, knowing that she would be kicking herself for the next week if not longer if she didn’t at least partially give into the sensations caused by the blonde. Speaking up rather quickly on the matter Franky used her somewhat stern tone “Shut up and kiss me.” The second the words were out Franky placed her lips back upon Erica’s this kiss being much more heated than the last as Franky was now channeling her frustrations and the small pang of guilt that she was feeling for betraying Bridget into the kiss. Erica simply did as Franky said, not muttering out a single word more, instead focusing all of her energies on the brunette beauty in front of her, allowing Franky to deepen the kiss by parting her lips, their tongues soon battling for dominance. Although Erica already knew she was fighting a losing battle. When it came to Franky Doyle, Erica Davidson would never have enough self-control, or power to be the dominate one.
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And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
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As the kiss was deepened Franky’s mind had begun to wander to what it would feel like to finally have her way with Erica, to get between the thighs she had longed to part since years now. Maybe to even have Erica return the favour. The mere thought of the fact that these actions now actually had the possibility to happen start to drive Franky mad. Franky decided to begin making a further move as Erica had already allowed a few soft moans to escape beyond her lips and into the brunette’s mouth. Franky had slipped her right hand between the tightly pressed together torsos, dragging her finger tips down toward the hem of Erica’s shirt. Erica was about ready to burst with excitement. She had ached for this moment so much longer than she would ever even be willing to admit to herself. Just as Franky was about to seal the deal and make a move she knew there would be no turning back from Erica had to pull her lips away from the former prisoners.
“Franky..” Erica muttered softly as she had pulled back, her only reason for doing so being that she had gotten the taste of blood from Franky’s lip. “You’re bleeding again.”
Franky grumbled beneath her breath in response, she had been waiting so damn long for that moment only for it to have been fucked up by something out of her control once again. Before Franky could even attempt to stop the bleeding and continue on like it hadn’t happened, Erica had rolled out of the bed and made her way back toward the adjoining bathroom. Franky wasn’t quite sure the reason behind the former governor’s motions so she however remained in her position upon the bed, reaching her right hand upward to touch the bloody lip in an attempt to stop the blood flow. A few seconds later and Erica was right beside her on the bed once again, with a washcloth and the liquid bandaid in hand once more. A few short minutes later and Franky was once again repaired.
After returning the washcloth back to the bathroom Erica had once again crawled beneath the covers, this time however scooting closer to Franky, hoping the brunette would allow the cuddling to continue as she was now feeling extremely sleepy. Franky indeed did allow the cuddling to continue, the second the blonde had made her way onto the bed, Franky had pushed her body flat onto her back, resting her head comfortably against the pillow and extending her left arm out toward Erica. Erica gladly accepted the position as she slid over and into Franky’s arms, resting her head down upon the brunettes chest, raising a hand to set upon Franky’s midsection, but being careful with the location as she didn’t want to make the pain near Franky’s midsection any worse than it undoubtedly already was.
A soft smile had appeared onto the brunettes facial features as Erica scooted over and settled into her arms. For once Franky had felt at peace, silently hoping that she would be able to remain in bed with the blonde for the duration of the night, not wanting to send off any mixed signals. Franky leaned forward to drop a soft kiss to the top of Erica’s head, once again softly speaking out a “Good night, Erica” Before shutting her eyes and finally allowing her body a much needed sleep.