Franky had briefly thought of taking Bridget out for a night in town at a fancy restaurant, but then decided that she wanted nothing more than to cook for her again. It was what the brunette loved to do; what she was good at, and she remembered the look on the older woman’s face when she first tasted the lasagna she and Emily had made a few nights ago.
Tonight, she had gone for a classic, but simple, meal that she hoped the blonde would love just as much as the previous one. She had prepared an assortment of cheeses and fruits for them to have as an appetizer. The main course would be parmesan chicken with a Caesar salad, and then for dessert, creme brûlée. All of the courses were paired with complementary wines. She was just putting the finishing touches to the table when there was a knock on the door.
When she opened it, the sight of the woman standing there took her breath away. Bridget was dressed in a classic “little black dress” that hugged her curves in all the right places and dipped low in the front and back to show off just a hint of cleavage and the toned muscles of her back. Her hair was up with just a few strands falling to either side of her face.
“You look beautiful Gidge.” Franky would have normally made some kind of a flirty comment about how the dress looked good, but would look even better on the floor later, but all that would come out was the simple, honest compliment. The brunette realized at this point that maybe she was getting herself into more than she had bargained for. There had always been plenty of women in her life, some she had dated, and some she just fucked, but she had a feeling this one would be different. Maybe the flirty comment wouldn’t come out because her heart knew that wasn’t what she wanted. This woman in front of her deserved more than she was usually willing to give, but for some reason, this time, she thought she might be okay with that.
“So do you.” The blonde said, moving past Franky into the apartment. The brunette had opted for simple, tight black pants with a white blouse and black blazer. “Your place is lovely too.”
Franky’s apartment was small, but open; an industrial style loft. It had a clean and modern design with an open living area, and a bedroom and bathroom off toward one end. It looked especially neat and tidy today as she had spent most of the time, when she wasn’t cooking, making sure that everything was perfect for when Bridget arrived.
“Thanks,” Franky closed the door and walked to the kitchen to get the appetizers and poured them each a glass of wine. “I hope it’s okay, but I thought we could eat here instead of going out. I wanted to cook for you again.”
“That’s definitely more than okay,” The blonde took the glass Franky held out to her and followed her over to sit on the couch. “I’ve been thinking about your food ever since the last time.”
“Just my food?” The brunette gave a playful smile and raised one eyebrow.
Bridget took a sip of her wine and pretended to think for a moment. Franky leaned over and brushed her lips ever so gently against the blonde’s then pulled away. For a second the older woman started to move forward to continue the kiss, but quickly realized that Franky had never intended for it to be more than a tease, and she had played right into her hand. Two could play this game.
“Yeah, pretty sure I only thought about the food.”
Bridget had a playful grin on her face, and Franky knew that the blonde’s actions had spoken volumes louder than her words. “You’re a shit liar Gidge, but I’ll let you have that one, for now,” she chuckled.
Their dinner passed with easy conversation, and Bridget declaring that everything she tasted was “the best she’d ever had”.
As they were clearing off the table, Franky asked, “So, did you bring something to change into?”
“Yes,” Bridget eyed her carefully, sipping the last of her wine. “I have to say though, I’ve never had a date ask me to bring extra clothes before.”
“You’ve never been on a date with me before.” The brunette winked at her. “I’ll finish up here.” Franky tipped her head toward the bathroom. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and change?”
The blonde grabbed the bag she had brought with her and headed off to the other end of the apartment. Franky put the last of the dishes into the dishwasher and went to her bedroom to change. She opted for a v-neck tee shirt and loose-fitting trackies. When she was done, she went back out into the living room and looked through her selection of board games. Her original plan had been for them to watch a movie, but after that moment of realization when she greeted Bridget at the door, she decided that may not be the best idea. She wanted something easy and fun but that maybe would lead to a good conversation. She eventually decided on “The Game of LIFE”. It may be more of a kid’s game but she didn’t want anything that was going to turn too competitive and ruin the mood.
Bridget exited the bathroom, wearing a fitted tee and what looked to be yoga pants while Franky was in the middle of setting up the game on the coffee table. When she caught sight of the blonde, she wondered if it was possible for the woman to look bad in anything. While “little black dress Bridget” had been stunning, there was something about “casual Bridget” that was oh so sexy on a different level. The older woman noticed the brunette’s eyes lingering on her and a small blush crept into her cheeks. She took a seat on the floor beside Franky on the plush rug that covered most of what would be considered the living room, and leaned back against the couch.
“A board game?” Bridget’s mind had ran through a lot of possibilities since she had received Franky’s text message last night, but this wasn’t one of them.
“Is that okay?” While Franky was normally confident, she knew that she was going out on a bit of a limb here.
“Yeah, just unexpected.” Sensing Franky’s apprehension, the blonde smiled in an attempt to put her at ease and leaned in, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
Bridget chose the yellow car while Franky chose green and they began the game. The blonde opted to go to university, while the younger woman decided to start her career and drew the “Entertainer” card.
“I think that would suit you.”
“How do you reckon?” Franky was genuinely curious as to what had led the blonde to that conclusion.
“Because you like entertaining people. You chose to have me here tonight instead of taking me out and letting someone else do the work of preparing our meal. You make people notice you. Em talks non-stop about your classes. Franky said this today, Franky said that today; you’ve definitely captured her attention.”
The brunette wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of any type of praise or compliments. Her mother had constantly told her how bad she was, how she was worthless and wouldn’t amount to anything, that she was unlovable, and that’s why her father had left her.
“Being a chef isn’t like being an entertainer. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing anything like that.” Franky pointed to the man and woman drawn on the card. They were both dressed in fancy clothes and had the biggest, cheesiest smiles plastered on their faces.
Bridget let out a laugh that vibrated through the apartment. “You could always be one of those celebrity chefs like on TV?” Franky winced at the comment, and the blonde realized that she had unintentionally struck a nerve in the younger woman. “Franky? You okay?”
Franky looked up to see that the blonde had turned serious, and was waiting for her to answer. “Yeah, yeah Gidge, all good. It’s just that I’ve kind of had my experience in that area, and let’s just say, I didn’t like what I saw.”
“Oh?” The older woman left the question open so that it was up to the brunette whether she wanted to continue or not.
“After culinary school, I signed up for this TV show. It was like the Australian version of those shows with the angry British chef. The one here was run by Mike Pennisi. Don’t know if you’ve heard of him but he’s a big deal in the culinary world. Anyway, the guy was such a dickhead that it fell apart before it ever got to air, and I said I’d never be a part of something like that again.” She kept her eyes down, focusing on the ring she was playing with on her finger.
The part that Franky had left out was that she was the reason it had fallen apart. Pennisi had pushed and belittled and berated her in front of everyone day after day. Not because her cooking wasn’t up to par, but because he knew he could push her buttons, and he thought it would make for good ratings. Every time he started at her, all she could see was her mother saying the exact same things to her as a child. One day, he went too far. She knew her dish was good, but as soon as he had put the first bite into his mouth, he turned and spit it onto the floor. She could still hear his words as clearly as if he was standing there saying them all over again; “I wouldn’t feed this to my dog Francesca! Even if I did, he’d probably have enough sense not to eat it!” At that point she had stopped thinking and drew back her right fist. She hit him with as much force as she possibly could, and when she realized he was still standing, she hit him again, and again and then a fourth and final time, even though by that point he was lying on the floor.
She was lucky, even though it had gone on her record. She had gotten off with a fine and some community service since there were so many witnesses who gave statements saying that Mike had been emotionally abusive and manipulative toward many of the contestants and crew members. In the end, the network decided to just scrap the whole show and give each contestant (except Franky) a payout rather than risk getting dragged into something messy.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, but maybe it was for the best in the end.” Franky turned to the blonde with a questioning look. “I think you found your calling when you chose to teach. You’re inspiring a lot of young minds.”
“Thanks Gidge,” Franky gave a small smile. “Pick your card.”
“Police officer,” The blonde said, reading her card.
Franky laughed, “Well that definitely fits since you work at the prison.”
“I’m not a cop or an officer, baby.” The brunette couldn’t help but notice the ease with which the nickname came out of the older woman’s mouth. “Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t have a sexy uniform or handcuffs.”
Franky’s jaw dropped slightly for a second before she righted herself and mumbled, “Handcuffs can be bought.” She cleared her throat. “So what do you do there then?”
“I’m a psychologist.”
“Aw, shit. And here I am just spilling all my stories to you without even making you work for them. I bet you’re working on analyzing me right now.” The brunette tried to make her comments sound light, but she had to admit she was now feeling overexposed, and was wishing that she hadn’t been so open a few minutes ago.
“I’m not here as a therapist.” The blonde gave a warm smile.
“What, so you mean your counselling sessions don’t normally involve your clients cooking you dinner in their homes, and then asking you to play a game?”
“Not normally, no. I only do that with the tall, hot ones.”
Franky reached over and playfully shoved Bridget’s shoulder, and Bridget returned the gesture and giggled. “Your turn there, tall, hot one.”
They played through the game, both getting married and collecting kids, houses, pets and money along the way. When it came time to end the game or “retire” as it was referred to, Bridget chose ‘Countryside Acres’ effectively letting Franky win the game since she judged that the brunette had accumulated a much larger pile of cash than she had. When it came time for Franky to choose her retirement spot, she also chose ‘Countryside Acres’.
“Baby, what are you doing?” The blonde questioned.
“Moving into the old folks home with you, what does it look like?” Franky grinned.
“But you could go to ‘Millionaire Estates’ and win. You have way more money than me.”
“Yeah but I’d be there alone. What would we do, sit and look at each other from our opposite porches but never actually be together? I’d rather have you beside me in our rocking chairs than be a millionaire.” With that she cleared her money, LIFE tiles and stock papers off the table and into the box with a swipe of her arm, and quickly did the same with Bridget’s. “See? All good.” She said smiling and pointing to their two tokens together at the end point of the game.
Bridget had a look of shock on her face for a moment, but then let out a laugh. She turned serious however, when she turned and caught the look in the brunette’s eyes. Slowly, Franky reached over and placed her hand against Bridget’s cheek. It was the same touch she had used in the kitchen a few nights ago. It was so light and gentle, and yet it sent shockwaves through the older woman’s body. The brunette leaned in and kissed her, slowly at first, and then with more intensity. The older woman moved to straddle Franky’s lap, and wrapped her arms around her neck.
The brunette wanted to touch every inch of her; wanted to memorize it. She ran her hands from the older woman’s hips down her thighs and then back up again feeling how the muscles quivered and flexed under her touch thanks to the thin fabric of the blonde’s pants. She grabbed Bridget’s hips and pulled her down into her lap further causing the blonde to moan at the increased friction, and gently nip at Franky’s bottom lip. Her fingers danced at the hem of Bridget’s shirt, dipping underneath once in awhile to touch bare skin.
“Take it off.” Bridget murmured against Franky’s lips when she felt her once again move her hand ever so slightly under her fitted tee.
Franky slowed down the kiss. She knew where this would go if she didn’t, and she didn’t want to do this here right now, not like this. She knew Bridget couldn’t stay the night, and she didn’t want their first time to be a quick fuck on the floor before the blonde had to leave. What she wanted, what the older woman deserved, was to be worshipped, again and again, with no time limits in place. She pulled back and looked at the blonde, and saw her blue eyes had darkened and her chest was rising and falling quickly. Franky reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind the other woman’s ear that had fallen, and Bridget leaned her head into the touch of the younger woman’s fingers, their eyes never leaving each other.
“You okay, baby?” The blonde asked after a few seconds.
“Yeah, I am.” Franky ran her hand down the side of Bridget’s neck and continued down her arm until she finally laced their fingers together.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” The blonde urged when Franky remained quiet. The younger woman looked up at her again. She had seen her share of therapists in her lifetime that had pushed and prodded her, trying to make her open up and talk to them. She had almost always refused to say much, and her first instinct was to shake her head and move on to a different topic, but something made her stop. Bridget wasn’t one of those therapists, she reminded herself. She was just someone trying to connect with her.
“I’m thinking that I don’t want our first time to happen here, on the floor, in the few minutes before you have to go home.” She was never one to be overly open with her feelings, but something made her trust Bridget.
“Oh, baby.” The blonde leaned in and gave Franky a soft kiss. “We don’t have to do anything that we’re not both on board with.”
The brunette let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, “It’s not that I don’t want to, because I really fucking want to,” both her and Bridget laughed, “it’s just that I want more than what can happen right now.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
They sat together sharing small kisses and touches. Once, Franky let her lips venture across Bridget’s jaw and they found the soft spot below her ear. The blonde took in a sharp breath, and Franky felt a slight shiver go through the smaller woman.
“I found your spot.” The blonde felt her grin against her neck.
“One of many.” Bridget pulled back and winked at the younger woman with a playful smile on her face. She glanced over to the clock. “I really should be going now, even though I hate to.”
“I know.” Franky was a bit sad, but she knew this was what had to happen.
“Vera will want to get home, and Emily will be upset if she wakes up during the night and I’m not the one there with her.”
“Gidge, you don’t have to explain. It’s all good.” With that, they got up off the floor, and Bridget began gathering her things so that she could leave.
Standing at the door, she leaned in and gave Franky a long, slow goodbye kiss. “I’ll call you later.”
“You’d better.” Franky gave her a cheeky grin, and with that Bridget headed down the hallway and out of the building. She paid almost no attention to the woman she passed on her way out.
A few seconds later, Franky heard a knock on the door of her apartment.
“Ay Gidge, did you forget something?” She asked swinging the door open with a big smile on her face. The woman standing at the door wasn’t Bridget, but Kim. “What do you want?”
“Is that why you called everything off with me?” Kim yelled, pointing down the hall in the direction that Bridget had left.
Normally, Franky would have tried to spare the girl’s feelings. While she was never one to get attached, until now, she certainly understood that that wasn’t the case with everyone, and tried to cause as little pain as possible. With Kim however, she’d tried that already, and it clearly didn’t get through to her, so she decided to be blunt.
“Actually, yeah it is.”
“You fucking bitch! Were you screwing her when we fucked?” Kim’s voice was getting louder and Franky was worried that she’d start attracting the attention of her neighbours. Just then, she saw Mrs, Watson stick her head out into the hallway to see what was going on.
“Kim, stop. You need to leave now. We’re done and nothing will change that.” Franky tried to close the door, but Kim pushed it hard enough that she stumbled back a few steps, and the angry woman took that as her opportunity to enter the apartment.
She looked around, surveying the kitchen, seeing the empty wine glasses still sitting on the counter, and the board game box on the coffee table. “Oh how fucking romantic.” She grabbed one of the wine glasses and threw it at Franky who ducked just in time for it to fly past her head and shatter against the wall. It was quickly followed by the second glass. It hit the wall with enough force that one of the larger, broken pieces slid back across the floor stopping about a foot in front of Kim. She bent down to pick it up intending to launch it at Franky again, when the brunette rushed forward and grabbed her wrist.
“Drop it.” She was boiling mad inside, but she was trying to remain calm and just get Kim out of her apartment as quickly as possible.
“Fuck you.” Kim spat back at her and struggled against her grip.
“Fucking drop it now and get the fuck out or I’m calling the cops.” She knew Kim had been in a bit of trouble recently, and having the cops called would be the last thing she’d want. She let the piece of glass drop to the floor and Franky noticed that it had cut into her hand while she was holding it. “Fucking hell Kim.”
She walked over to the kitchen, bringing Kim with her. She wasn’t letting go of her until she was on her way out of the apartment.
“Here.” The brunette handed her a towel from the kitchen to wrap her hand in, and then walked her to the door. She guided her out into the hall. “I don’t want to see or hear from you anymore.”
“Fuck you.” Kim threw the bloody towel back at Franky, and the brunette caught it and slammed the door, not giving the other woman the chance to say anything more.
Bridget arrived home to find that Vera had had a lovely evening with Emily. They had watched one of the new Disney movies that had just come out, and then Emily had gone to bed and fallen asleep easily.
“So how was your date?” Vera asked her friend.
“It was good.” Bridget smiled, thinking back to not that long ago. “It was really good.”
“Well, you did come home in different clothes.” The small brunette raised her eyebrows and grinned at Bridget.
“Oh! No, no, nothing like that. We just had dinner and talked. It was the best date I’ve been on in a long time.”
“Well, I can look after Emily whenever you want.”
Bridget knew that her friend didn’t have any children of her own or young nieces or nephews, and she had met Emily enough times that the child loved spending time with her.
“I’ll definitely be taking you up on that. I got an email from Tim earlier today. It looks like he may be extending his business trip for another month.”
“Is she going to be okay with that?” Vera nodded her head toward the room down the hall where Emily was sleeping.
“Oh, yeah, she’ll be fine as long as she’s staying with me, which of course she will be. And she adores Franky.”
“I’m glad it’s all working out. I need to head out now though. I have to put in some overtime tomorrow before Channing’s visit next week.” Vera walked towards the door and put on her coat.
“Thanks again, I really do appreciate it.”
“Anytime.” Vera gave Bridget a quick hug and left the house.
The blonde locked the door behind her friend and went through the house, turning off the lights on her way to her bedroom.
Once inside, she changed into a singlet and a clean pair of underwear. She crawled under the covers, and remembered her promise to call Franky later. She picked up her phone off the bedside table and quickly found the number she was looking for. She tapped her finger on Franky’s name and put the phone to her ear, waiting for the other woman to answer.
Franky went about cleaning up the mess that Kim had made. She swept up the glass and placed it in the garbage can, and was in the process of putting away the board game that she and Bridget had played and starting the dishwasher. She picked up the towel Kim had thrown at her just as her phone rang. Her face lit up when she saw the name on the display.
“Hey, baby.” Bridget thought that she could hear something off in Franky’s voice but then decided that maybe the other woman was just tired.
“What are you up to?”
“Not a lot. Vera just left and now I’m in bed.”
Franky smiled to herself. “Is that so?”
“Mmhmm. I had a really good time tonight.”
Franky could hear the smile in the other woman’s voice. “It’s always a good time with me, babe.”
“Mmm” Bridget hummed, thinking of some other good times she wanted to have with the brunette. She had been more than willing to stop when she realized that was what Franky wanted, but her body was still on fire from earlier, and talking to Franky again was stoking the embers inside her. Thinking of everything she wanted to do and have done to her, she began drawing small circles on her stomach over the thin fabric of her shirt. After a few moments of being lost in her thoughts, Franky’s voice pulled her back to the present.
“Yeah, baby?” The blonde replied lazily.
“Not that I don’t love filling in the silence here with my imagination, but you gotta talk, babe.” Bridget could hear the amusement in the brunette’s voice.
“I just wish you were here with me.” Ah, so there it was, exactly what Franky had thought the blonde was getting at. The other woman was still turned on, and fuck if it wasn’t sexy as hell.
Franky considered her next line. She had told the blonde not that much earlier in the night that she wanted to wait. The reason wasn't because they both didn’t want it to happen, it was solely because she knew Bridget had to leave soon, and they both understood that. A solution was being offered to her, she just had to decide to take it.
“Well that could be arranged.” Franky no sooner had the words out of her mouth when she heard the text message tone in her ear. Bridget had sent her address. “I’ll be there. Give me 15.” The brunette hung up the phone and threw the towel she was holding under the sink. She’d deal with that later when she did the laundry. She grabbed her wallet and keys and practically jogged out to her car.