Tempus Fugit

Chapter 22

"Where to?" Bridget inquired as they both got into the car.

Franky rested her cheek against the seat of the car as she gazed at Bridget from the passenger side. Her expression was hopeful but slightly nervous.

"Would it be okay if we went to your house and maybe ordered some food in later?" the younger woman asked.

Her voice didn't hold its normal confidence which wasn't a surprise considering she was now probably treading on totally new ground. Bridget knew that Franky had never been in a serious romantic relationship before so underneath the smiles and the swagger the brunette would be at least a little terrified.

"Anything you want baby?" Bridget assured her.

It was true. Bridget was sure she would do anything Franky asked right now if it made her happy. The use of a term of endearment brought the return of the megawatt smile to the younger woman's face but at the same time her eyes seemed to darken and dilate.

"I want you" Franky stated, her voice tinted with lust.

Bridget felt a sharp spike in her own arousal and she started the engine of the Porsche up instantly. It was nearly thirty minutes to her house. It was likely to be the longest thirty minutes of her life.

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Franky POV

Bridget pulled into the drive of a good sized modern bungalow with a double garage and a small and neatly kept front garden. It was nothing like the home Franky had been brought up in but it was the sort of home she had pictured Bridget owning. The blonde picked up a remote from her dashboard and pressed a button. The garage door nearest the house began to slowly raise to reveal garage space with organised shelving across the back wall.

"Home sweet home" Bridget said with a smile as she crept forward in first gear into the space.

The journey to Bridget's house had felt slightly surreal, like a realistic dream, rather than reality. The half an hour drive had been spent conversing about how Vera Bennett and Bea Smith had conspired to give Bridget the afternoon off and about Franky's leaving bash the night before.

Bridget had kept her eyes on the road unless they were stopped at lights which had given Franky the opportunity to look and admire the blonde. In Wentworth she had to be subtle unless they were alone together or she would have left them both vulnerable to comments from other inmates and officers. There was only so much staring she could do during her sessions with Bridget though as they were conversing, often about uncomfortable topics. Gazing at Bridget Westfall in profile felt like a religious experience to Franky. She had seen many beautiful women over the years and had many beautiful women but there was something about Bridget that made her stand out as being utterly stunning. There was an emotion behind the attraction that was foreign to the younger woman.

"Come on I'll show you around" Bridget gently encouraged her.

The blonde turned her head and smiled warmly in Franky's direction. It was a look that made Franky feel like her insides had gone to hot lava. Bridget reached out to open the driver side door but Franky grasped the hand nearest to her to keep Bridget in place a moment longer. There was so much she wanted to say to her hot girl in a hot car.

"I..." she stumbled over the right words to say. I love you was on the tip of her tongue but it was still a scary prospect, giving herself over like that to someone else. Bridget still gazed at her fondly, apparently unperturbed by the younger woman's inability to spit out her thoughts.

"You mean everything to me" Franky settled on saying.

It wasn't quite the bold declaration she had intended but it was enough to draw a huge toothy grin from the psychologist. It was likely Bridget knew exactly what she wanted to say anyway.

"Good" Bridget smirked; "because you mean everything to me too."

Franky could feel her heartbeat quicken at Bridget's words and heat spread across her cheeks. She was blushing. She never blushed! Franky ducked her head to try and hide her rosy cheeks but it was too late, Bridget had already seen them. The blonde squeezed their entwined hands and winked.

"C'mon" Bridget instructed.

Franky released the other woman's hand and climbed out the passenger door, walking around the front of the Boxter to meet Bridget by the driver's door.

Bridget grasped her hand again and led them toward the entrance of the garage. Once they had stepped back onto the driveway Bridget closed the garage door and let Franky up the steps of the front veranda. It was a nice space which would obviously catch the afternoon sun, hence the comfortable bench seat that was located just to the side of the door. Franky waited patiently as the older woman unlocked the door and let them into the front hall of the house.

"The kitchen, dining and living area is all open plan" Bridget explained as they made there way down the small hall.

It opened out into a large open plan room just as Bridget had described. It was well organised, tidy and simply decorated. It was modern with sharp clean lines, the kind of style Franky had expected from the psychologist. There was a large comfortable leather with an equally large plasma screen tv, a surround sound music system, a large wooden dining table that Franky planned to put to good use at some point and a well stocked looking kitchen that Franky couldn't wait to impress the blonde with her cooking in. Bridget shed her bag and car keys whilst Franky was gazing around the room.

"I love it" the younger woman complimented.

Bridget grinned broadly and grasped the lapels of Franky's coat, pulling her in for a soft and slow kiss. The brunette responded instantly and grasped the older woman's hips to draw her in ever closer, running her tongue across Bridget's lower lip and deepening the kiss. Up until this point the former inmate had been in a sort of daze since her release but the fire that kiss was starting to ignite cleared her thoughts. She was free, and she was with Bridget Westfall and finally able to spend time ravishing her.

"You gonna show me your bedroom Gidge?" she asked as they broke the kiss.

The blonde's pupils were wider and darker than usual as she gazed at Franky. The younger woman could see how much Bridget wanted her too. In the dark of the store room during the riot she hadn't been able to see or cherish such moments so she allowed herself a few moments to bask under the blonde's attention before reaching out her hand and grasping the other woman's.

Bridget took the hint and began to lead Franky down a wider hall leading left. On one side there were two doors that Bridget ignored, taking Franky straight to the door on the left about half way along. As soon as she opened the door to reveal a large bedroom with a huge bed and french windows Franky tugged the older woman back towards her so she could kiss her again.

Bridget seemed to melt into the kiss, grasping at Franky's hair and scraping her nails across the brunette's scalp. The younger woman practically growled in response to the sensation. She hooked her arms under Bridget's bum and lifted her up so the blonde wrapped her legs and arms around her.

"Fucking hell Franky!" Bridget giggled as the brunette carried her into the bedroom and towards the bed.

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Bridget POV

Bridget had held no preconceptions of how Franky would react to finally being free, nor how she would want to spend her first afternoon and evening. The blonde had made no plans and even when Franky had asked had asked to go to Bridget's home in a way that suggested they would spend the afternoon in bed together she had known it could all change as the younger woman tried to adapt to the change.

So it was extremely pleasant when she found herself being lifted in the brunette's arms after a very passionate kiss and carried towards her bed.

Considering how vigerously the younger woman had lifted and carried her Bridget was amazed how gently she was placed down on top of the covers. She felt utterly mind blown as Franky hovered over her, gazing down at her like she was the most precious and important thing that the brunette had ever laid eyes on. Their hot and desperate fumble in the dark during the riot had been gratifying but hadn't sated Bridget's need to really be with Franky. She hadn't been able to see the brunette for a start and it had been rushed with no time to savour the moment. Now they were together in her home and her bed with hours before Franky had to be back at her own apartment.

Bridget reached up and traced her forefinger along the younger woman's jaw line before cupping her cheek and tugging her down for a firm and loving kiss. Franky kissed her back keenly and Bridget used the opportunity to roll them, catching the younger woman by surprise, so she was now straddling Franky. As they broke the kiss Bridget grabbed the bottom of her own t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. She flung it to the side of the bed. Franky's hands were instantly on her, spreading across her abdomen and the soft ticklish skin there.

"Fuck you are so perfect Gidge" the brunette complimented.

Bridget was enjoying Franky's eager hands and expression so she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her black lace bra. Slowly, under the younger woman's admiring gaze, she let the straps fall from her shoulders before removing the item of underwear completely and tossing it in the same direction as her top.

Franky's hands were instantly cupping the exposed flesh and the brunette ran her thumbs across Bridget's already hardening nipples. The psychologist moaned under her administrations which drew a low growl from the other woman. Bridget needed and wanted more. More contact. More skin. More of Franky Doyle. The blonde pushed Franky's hands away and grasped the edges of the younger woman's shirt. Franky propped herself up to allow Bridget room to pull the top off. She still had her black t-shirt on underneath but Franky seemed more interested in touching the blonde again. The older woman gently battled her hands away again.

"Off...I need it all off" Bridget insisted; "I want to be able to see and touch every inch of you."

She grasped the bottom of the t-shirt which had started riding up the brunette's stomach and pulled it up and off in one fluid movement. Straight away she unclasped the younger woman's vibrant lime green bra with one hand and flung it across the room. The act would have been worthy of bragging but she was too interested in what she had exposed. Bridget knew all about Franky's scars on her abdomen and about the elaborate blossom tattoo that utilized them. It was written about in great detail in Franky's Wentworth file but the psychologist had never actually seen them.

Now Bridget allowed herself a little time to take in the old wounds that had helped shape the younger woman into the beautiful fighter she had grown in to. The blonde reached down and traced up the bough of tattoo and across the branches. The lines were smooth so the scar tissue which made up the blossom of the tree were easily discernable. Franky didn't say anything, merely watching the older woman explore. Once the blonde had traced every part of the tattoo with her fingers she dipped down, now straddling the other woman's legs, and began to trace it again with her tongue.

Franky writhed under her mouth which increased Bridget's desire even further. She moved up, focussing her attention on the brunette's breasts. She licked, sucked and nipped at one before moving on to the next, loving every single moan and whimper that Franky released.

The brunette reached down between them and began fumbling with the button of Bridget's jeans. The older woman was happy to comply and began unclasping Franky's jeans too. Somehow, between them, they managed to remove each others jeans without changing position. All that was left between them now was Franky's colourful underwear and Bridget's skimpy lace. The blonde rolled her hips against Franky's, creating a delishious pressure.

"Off" the younger woman growled; tugging at the top of Bridget's black lace underwear.

The blonde didn't have to be asked twice and raised her hips so Franky could push the underwear down her legs. Bridget kicked them off the rest of the way before grasping the younger woman's underwear ad slowly tugging them down. She followed the path of the underwear with her mouth, kissing the softskin of Frank's thighs and the inside of her calves.

She kissed her way back up, nipping her hip bone as she continued up Franky's body and back to her mouth. Bridget wanted to taste Franky but there would be time for that later. For now she wanted to watch her whilst she made love to her. So, whilst straddling the brunette's left leg, she reached down with her right hand and stroked through the copious wetness between Franky's legs. The brunette raised her hips of the bed and moaned at the contact. Bridget watched in awe as Franky slammed her shut closed and gasped as she slip one finger inside her and then another.

The blonde was in no rush and set a slow but firm rhythm. She pressed as deep as her fingers would allow, moving her fingers in a come hither motion before slowly pulling back so only her tips were inside the younger woman. Then she would thrust deep inside again, eliciting a moan from Franky every time. The brunette looked stunning when she was in the throws of pleasure.

"Is this okay?" Bridget checked.

The brunette certainly looked and sounded like she was enjoying herself but Bridget wanted to be sure she wouldn't prefer it harder and faster. She wanted to give Franky exactly what she needed...in everything really, not just the bedroom.

"Slow is good...fuck...slow is good" Franky gasped.

Bridget kissed her as soon as she finished speaking. It wasn't the most elegant of kisses as Franky was focussed on other sensations but it was full of need and desire. As soon as the kiss broke Franky stopped clinging on to Bridget's shoulders with her both hands and reached down between their bodies. Bridget had only just realised what was about to happen when Franky thrust two fingers inside her, using her thigh to give her finger some force despite being on her back under the blonde.

"Oh...yes" Bridget called out.

At first Franky matched her rhythm but as they both got closer they both naturally began to move harder and faster. The blonde tried to keep her eyes open as much as possible to watch the younger woman but it was becoming harder and harder to concentrate on anything other than Franky's fingers inside her. Bridget could feel the brunette's walls beginning to grip harder at her own fingers and she was struggling to barely hold on herself.

"I'm so close Franky" she moaned into the brunette's ear.

Her words tipped Franky over the edge and the brunette dug her fingernails into Bridget's back as she came hard. The sharp sting and brunette's orgasm was enough to tip Bridget over the edge too. She collapsed down on top of the brunette, hot and sweaty, as they both waited for the waves of pleasure to pass. Once her body was still and extremely relaxed Bridget rolled off the younger woman so they were lying side by side panting for breath.

"Wow that was intense" Bridget gasped as they clasped hands.

Franky chuckled at first but then after a few seconds she rolled over so she was leaning over the blonde and placed a kiss on her nose. Bridget grinned and was rewarded with a dazzling toothy smile from the younger woman.

"Oh you ain't seen nothing yet Gidge" Franky promised. "I am going to rock your world."

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Franky POV

Franky was confused when she first began to wake up. Wentworth beds had a certain feel to them with their firm mattresses and cheap bedding. This was not a Wentworth bed. It was warm with satin sheets and a mattress that felt like you were lying on a cloud. The room smelt of vanilla, sex and Bridget Westfall.

The events of that day came flooding back to her and Franky opened her eyes immediately. The source of the warmth was the sleeping psychologist who lay right behind her spooning her. Franky couldn't remember ever having woke up with someone wrapped around her before. It had never appealed before as she liked her personal space but being curled up with Bridget felt wonderful and right.

She rolled in the bed to face the blonde. According to the alarm clock behind the psychologist it was nearly 8pm which meant Franky had to get up very soon. She had to be at her new flat by 9pm or her parole officer would be round in the morning giving her hell.

More than anything she wished she could stay the night in Bridget's arms but this was enough for now. After a few weeks she'd be allowed to stay out occasionally without her parole officer batting an eyelid. She could be patient if the reward was the most amazing and stunning woman she had ever met. Franky was completely and utterly head over heels with her. One day very soon she would hopefully find the courage to tell her that. For now she would stick to just trying to show Bridget at every available opportunity.

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Author's Note – That's all folks. It took me two years and two season's to complete because life kept getting in the way but I hoped you enjoyed it. Thank you so much to everyone who has read, reviewed, liked or followed Tempus Fugit. You all gave me the will power to keep going and you are fuckin' amazin' ;-) xxx