The Morning After
Franky’s eyes had partially fluttered open once the sunlight had begun creeping in through the shades that were covering the windows. The brunette had made an attempt to flip her body over onto her stomach in order to bury her face within the pillows to block out the light that was overpowering her senses, however she was unsuccessful in doing so, being rather confused as she felt a weight on her chest and a sharp pain delivered to her ribcage. Franky had completely shut her eyes once more, quite convinced she may still be dreaming, that was until the memories of the previous evening had started coming back to her. Franky had managed to wiggle one of her arms free, raising her hand to rub at her eyes before allowing them to completely open, being able to adjust to the light much better at this point.
As the former prisoner’s eyes had opened a small smile had appeared upon her features, her gaze fixating on the messy head of blonde hair that appeared to still be resting rather peacefully upon her chest. The realization that she had actually managed to spend the entire night in bed with another person, especially without having sex beforehand caught Franky by surprise. Along with the surprise had come a pang of guilt which caused the brunette to heave out a hefty sigh. Franky had decided to push the thoughts of Bridget out of her mind and simply enjoy the rest of this moment with Erica as she wasn’t sure if she would ever get another moment like this with the blonde again.
The second that Franky had begun to clear her mind and had shut her eyes she had heard the familiar sound of her phone ringing from somewhere in the room, although she had virtually no idea where her jeans had vanished to. Without even moving a muscle she knew it simply had to be Bridget, and at this moment in time the brunette had no idea what to even say to the older woman. Franky didn’t want Bridget to worry about her, but right now she had no intentions of waking the sleeping body upon her chest. Before Franky had a chance to work through any of the feelings and brush yet another deep pang of guilt away the blonde within her arms had begun to stir, causing Franky to lightly mumble a “fuck..” beneath her breath as the call had clearly woken Erica up.
Erica had awoken to the sound of an unfamiliar ringtone, being rather started as she realized that there was a body beneath her own. Her first thoughts went out to a casual hookup, that being extremely unlike the blonde as even in these couple of years post-mark, she hadn’t found herself to be one to enjoy one night stands. However as she slightly adjusted her head to get a better look at the person who she had spent the night with she was quite surprised and equally as relieved to see Franky Doyle gazing back down at her. A sleepy little smile had spread across the blondes features, causing the brunette to mirror the same expression a soft and equally as sleepy “Hey..” Passing through Franky’s lips.
The softness of the gesture had caused Erica’s smile to grow about ten times in size, shifting her body lightly in order to be pressed even closer to the toned body of Franky. “Hey yourself” Erica whispered out in an equally as sleepy tone of voice. Franky wasn’t quite sure what was so different about this time, but the close contact between their two bodies didn’t make her feel trapped, nor did it make her feel anxious, she actually felt rather at peace and relaxed. Just as Franky had opened her mouth to verbalize her internal thoughts, her phone had begun to ring once more. With a sigh that was a bit too audible for her own liking Franky had begun to wiggle her way out from beneath Erica’s body, figuring Bridget wouldn’t have called a second time unless she was worried already.
“I need to get that” Franky mumbled out under her breath as Erica had rather reluctantly slid off to rest flat upon her back on the bed. Franky had been in zero rush to get to the phone before it had stopped ringing, actually having zero intentions of answering the call, she was instead planning on replying with a text message until she could figure out what the hell she was actually going to say to the other woman. However before Franky could respond she decided to listen to the voicemail that had been left.
“Franky.. It’s not like you to just disappear like this, I’m worried about you. Give me a call back when you can, okay?” Was the entire content of the voicemail. Franky wasn’t sure if she should feel flattered by the fact that Bridget was quite clearly worried about her, or if she should be offended by the fact that Bridget was overly worried about her. Franky was more inclined to go with the latter as it appeared that not a single person on the face of the earth had enough faith in her to look after herself and stay out of trouble. Franky had quickly typed out a reply; “Just had to get out and clear my head. I’ll talk to you later” And hit send.
Franky had dropped her phone back down to rest upon her jeans on the floor, turning back to face the blonde who was still rather sprawled out across the bed, not quite sure where to take things from here as it was never exactly anything she had to deal with previously. Erica had however sensed Franky’s clear cut uneasiness as the brunette was awkwardly positioned between where she had set down her phone and the bed, propping her body up onto her elbows and making a suggestion that would hopefully allow Franky to relax once again.
“Do you want some breakfast” Erica asked as her gaze fixated on Franky’s features.
A small grin had instantly managed to work onto Franky’s features at the words, as per usual falling into the exact same playful routine that each and every conversation with Erica seemed to fall into. “Only if you’re cooking” was Franky’s reply, the grin turning into a rather cheeky one as she removed the remaining distance between herself and the bed, taking a grip onto the sheets and tugging them free from Erica’s body.
“I can’t promise you won’t die of food poisoning.. but I’ll cook” Erica replied after a soft fit of laughter had passed through her lips due to the brunettes actions. The blonde had always left Mark to do the cooking, never really acquiring all that many kitchen skills.
“I’ll have to give you lessons sometime” The brunette had answered back without even realizing what she was doing, knowing that she was undoubtedly playing with fire. She had already fallen back into the same old routines with Erica, and if they continued down that path, Bridget was never going to want to speak to her again. Franky had quickly shaken the thoughts of Bridget from her mind, instead waiting for Erica to roll out of the bed and begin to lead the way downstairs. Franky was completely unable to take a shameless glance toward the blondes backside as she made her way down the set of stairs, her eyes just managing to snap up to the blondes face in time as Erica had taken a glance over her shoulder to make sure that the brunette was still following behind her.
Erica had lead the way directly into the kitchen instructing Franky to sit down and relax while the blonde set to work. Erica had decided that a simple meal of bacon and eggs would have to do as it was simply one of the easiest things to make for breakfast. The two women had light conversation over the course of the meal, Franky was simply trying to do her best to enjoy Erica’s company, yet no matter what was taking place, the sexual tension was still prominently there. As the meal was just about wrapped up Franky had noticed the clock from the oven, quickly jumping up from her seat at the opposite side of the table from the blonde.
“Fuck, Erica.. I’ve gotta go. I’m supposed to be at work in twenty minutes. Fuck.”
Erica was quite certain that just based from the tone of the brunette’s voice that she had been genuinely surprised to notice that it was almost noon, and that she was indeed telling the truth about the work story, having little to no concern that she was being blown off for Franky’s girlfriend.. not that that was something that she particularly enjoyed thinking about. “Do you need a drive?” Erica had asked but apparently the words had fallen on deaf ears as Franky was already making her way out of the kitchen and down the hallway which had lead toward the porch area.
“Franky!” Erica had called out after her, also getting up from the position at the kitchen table. The brunettes clothing still being scattered around her bedroom area from the night before, knowing that she might be needing them sometime soon being one of the main driving forces behind the actions. The other being the fact that she simply didn’t know when, (or if for that matter) she would be seeing the brunette again, wanting to at least get in a proper goodbye as the major elephant in the room of the kiss and the cuddling hadn’t even been discussed.
Franky had already made it into the porch area, finding her boots on the floor and had begun tugging them onto her feet, not realizing that she still had the blondes sweatpants and sports bra on for an attire until she had saw her reflection in the clear glass of the outside door. Franky had uttered another low “Fuck” under her breath as she knew that there was no way in hell that she would have the time to make it back to her place to change and still make it to work without being at least an hour late. Deciding it was absolutely useless to keep rushing now, Franky had spun back around just in time to catch Erica all but full on sprinting toward her from down the hallway.
“Oi, wheres the fire?” Franky had casually asked as Erica had finally caught up to her, a slight look of disbelief crossing the blondes features before she ultimately broke down into a small, soft fit of laughter. “I thought you were leaving without saying goodbye..” The second that the words were out of Erica’s mouth, she was met with instant regret. Knowing that she had done far worse to the brunette by leaving without a single word back at Wentworth.
The words had caused Franky’s demeanour to completely take a 360 degree turn. The playful nature was replaced by a hardened sort of look, mixed with slight confusion. Franky had taken a moment to let the words sink in, her gaze setting upon the ground. Erica was more than well aware that she had fucked up, taking a step forward and gingerly placing a hand on Franky’s shoulder, her voice dropping down to nothing but a whisper. “Franky, I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to..”
While Erica was still in the midst of speaking Franky had shoved the blondes hand off of her shoulder, instantly lunging forward as her movements were full of purpose, her lips crashing into the blondes as each of her hands had moved to take a firm grip upon each of Erica’s hips. Erica although slightly taken back at first had eagerly begun to answer to the kiss, one of her hands firmly gripping Franky’s shoulder as the other moved to tangle within the brunette strands. Franky easily backed Erica’s body toward the nearest wall, giving her body a shove in the general direction as Erica’s back connected with the wall in a light thud. The collision of the blonde’s body and the wall had caused the kiss to be interrupted as Erica’s breathing had hitched. Franky had used the mild distraction to begin trailing a string of quick yet rough kisses from the base of Erica’s neck up toward her ear. Erica was unable to hold back a soft moan at the feeling of Franky’s skilled lips against her flesh, after craving that exact touch and then some for literal years, she was taking in absolutely every single sensation that was caused by the brunette’s touch.
Franky had moved each of her hands to take a firm hold onto the hem of Erica’s t-shirt, pulling back from the trail of kisses in order to tug the fabric up and over the blonde’s head in one single swift movement. Erica was more than happy to oblige, lifting each of her arms up as the fabric of her shirt was pulled above her head, giving the actions no second thoughts as this time she was the one to engage in a heated kiss, her hands frantically tugging on the back of the brunettes neck even though it was physically impossible for the brunette to get any closer. Franky was definitely still feeling the effects from the day before, her ribs were causing her quite a lot of pain, but at this point in time she didn’t care if she would have been set on fire. There was only one thing on her mind, and she was finally going to get what she wanted this time.
Franky had wasted little to no time before her hands had once again moved to grip at an article of Erica’s clothes, firmly grasping the waistband of the loose fitting pants the blonde had worn to bed and shoving them downward so that they would rest around Erica’s ankles. Erica had taken the hint and had stepped out of the material, a small flicker of her ankle pushing the fabric far enough so that it wouldn’t be in the way. The two women continued to share a kiss driven by nothing but mutual lust, one of Franky’s hands finding it’s was back to rest upon the blondes hip and the other started to softly trail along Erica’s side. Erica was now at the point where she was completely craving skin on skin contact, her back arching in order to get her midsection to become flush with the mostly bare midsection of Franky.
As Erica had arched her back, Franky had slid a hand around to grasp the blondes lower back, keeping their bodies firmly pressed together. The brunette had also noticed this as an opening, Franky had pulled away from the kiss, instantly hauling in a huge breath as the kiss had left both of the women rather breathless. Franky had used the grip upon Erica’s lower back to tug the blonde woman away from the wall.
Franky had waited not only months, but years for this moment, and as much as she wanted it to be perfect, Franky was tired of waiting. Franky had barely managed to get a solid two steps away from the wall before she gave into her desires, easily wrestling the blondes body down to the floor, her body instantly landing on top of the blonde’s, once again engaging in the heated sort of kiss. Erica had so far been allowing Franky to completely control the situation, having longed to be absolutely dominated by the brunette, a gasp escaping as her back connected with the cold hardwood floor, however she instantly responded to the kiss once Franky’s lips were pressed back against her own. Franky continued to make a further move, her hand sliding down to begin trailing nothing but the tips of her fingers in a slow and steady pattern along the length of Erica’s inner thigh.
Erica had felt as if there was a sudden rush of lightening through her veins, her legs shuffling impatiently beneath the brunette’s body, needing to will herself to keep her hips firmly planted to their position upon the floor. The eagerness of the blonde’s body had caused a small smirk to crack across Franky’s features, certain the blonde would feel it due to the closeness of their lips. Franky was more than willing to oblige to Erica’s desires however, wasting very little time on the teasing touches as in one swift movement Franky’s hand had moved up and under the waistband of the blonde’s panties, her fingers beginning to stroke expertly over the blonde woman’s clit. Erica was now fighting a losing battle as her hips instantly moved to arch toward the touch of Franky’s fingers, a low moan vibrating against the contact of their lips.
The moan of approval was all that Franky had needed to drive her actions forward, halting the movements momentarily in order to remove the blonde’s panties, not bothering to take the time to remove the fabric properly, simply gripping and tearing each side open, the fabric dropping hastily to the floor. This time it was Erica who had to break the kiss, the mounting anticipation throwing her breathing completely out of control. Franky had returned her fingers to their position at Erica’s clit, however this time the motions didn’t stop there. Franky slid her fingers down slightly further, earning another moan of approval from the blonde’s lips.
Erica was simply dying to be touched right /there/ by the brunette mumbling a low “Please, Franky..” Out as Franky’s slow teasing touches were absolute torture. Erica’s head had craned backwards until it had reached the surface of the hardwood floor the second that Franky had caved to the delicious sounding plea by slipping two fingers between Erica’s walls. Franky wasn’t sure which one was more of a turn on; the sound of the blonde moaning due to nothing but the brunette’s touch, or the fact that Erica was extremely wet and ready for her to continue on.
Franky had once again wasted little to no time, giving the blonde no time to adjust to the sensations before the pace in which her fingers moved was increased. Erica was unable to hold back another low rolling moan, her head remaining firmly pressed against the hardwood floor as her hands had moved to set upon Franky’s back, her nails digging into the brunette’s skin. Franky had stated to place a trail of slow moving kissed from the blonde’s jaw, down along her neck and eventually down along her midsection. Erica was once again writhing with both pleasure and anticipation, her breath hitching in her throat as Franky’s trail of kisses landed upon her inner thigh.
The blonde’s hips had eagerly bucked up into Franky’s touch as the brunette’s fingers continued to thrust within the blondes walls, her tongue beginning to flicker softly against the blonde’s clit. This had been what Erica was craving, what she had dreamed about and then some, her hips moving along to the rhythmic pattern of Franky’s movements. Erica had set one hand upon Franky’s shoulder, her nails once again beginning to dig into the brunette’s skin as the other hand had managed to grasp a fist full of dark hair. It didn’t take long before Erica could feel her body building up to the inevitable end, it having been quite a while since the blonde had achieved an orgasm with somebody that wasn’t herself.
“Franky..” Erica managed to just mutter out beneath her breath, managing to momentarily lift her head in order to take a glance down at the brunette in all of her glory. The sight alone was more than enough to push Erica’s body beyond its limits, her head once again craning backward as her eyes tightly shut, all of her muscles tensing as the extreme rush of pleasure had taken its course over her body. After Franky had finished coaxing Erica’s body through its orgasm her actions had come to a slow halt, moving to drop onto her back on the floor beside Erica, her gaze fixating upon the ceiling as she both tried to get her own breathing in check, and tried to figure out if that had actually just happened.
Erica remained silent, her eyes shut tightly as her breathing was still completely uncontrollable, the only movement being made being a hand extended over to find one of Franky’s, taking it into her own and giving it a soft squeeze. Franky had allowed the soft sort of contact, a small grin appearing to her features as she had given Erica’s hand a soft squeeze in return. Although no words were exchanged between the two, the soft gesture had said more than enough. Franky felt as if she could lay on the floor and stay in that very moment for an eternity, however her pleasant thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone once again ringing off in the distance, a heavy sigh passing through the brunette’s lips as she once again had to contemplate the choice of staying in a tender moment with Erica, and risk having Bridget worry, or simply ruining yet another tender moment in order to keep Bridget from finding out the truth. The thing being that Bridget would eventually find out the truth regardless.. one way or another.