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“Someone needs to feed the cat !”

Bridget emptied her glass in a quick move and smiled at Vera with a radiant face while getting up.

“Are you always so happy at the thought of feeding a cat ?” Vera asked with an ironic look.

The blonde chuckled slightly, she was a little tipsy and Vera’s previous line actually sounded smart and funny. However, she didn’t expect what she was about to say next.

“Sit down please. I prefer you to stay a bit more because you drank a lot of wine. Your Cat can wait.”

She had pronounced the “cat” word both with sarcasm and fun. Bridget suddenly wondered if Wentworth's new headmistress was aware of what was really underlined. She then sat back without even trying to contradict her, because Vera was right, driving in this slightly alcoholic state was not the best idea of the year.

“I feel good enough to drive home but I feel you, if the situation was reversed I would have asked you the same thing.”

Bridget was hoping that the last line would create a diversion, a sort of new topic of discussion about their friendship or about the danger of drunk driving, but Vera seemed to have decided that this was the perfect opportunity to ask her friend about her private life.

“You look beautiful Bridget. Don't get me wrong, I'm not flirting with you, but I just want to point out that the way you are dressed tonight is very chic, as usual, but you have this new little zest of something… very new. If I was a lesbian, and if I wasn’t a shy woman, I'd probably say you're extremely hot tonight.”

The blond raised her eyebrows at these words. She was all at once absolutely breathless. She opened her mouth to reply something but quickly shut up then.

“I am not flirting, Bridget.”

The blonde rolled her eyes.

“I know.” She said. “What’s your point ?”

Vera’s answer was quick.

“The cat is not a real cat.”

Bridget took a deep breath then brought her glass of white wine to her mouth. Absentminded, she had forgotten it was empty.

“There is a real cat from the neighborhood. He comes very often at my house and I really often feed him.”

Bridget had said something true. But Vera remained silent with a smirk. Nope. She wasn't convinced at all, the blond thought. She then sighed.

“There is someone too.” She admitted.

This time, it was Vera's turn to raise her eyebrows.

“Finally !” She said.

Bridget gave her nothing else. She was trying to be honest but she really didn’t want to share more.

“Do I know her ?” Vera asked in a very kind and friendly way.

The psychologist knew that the ground was slippery, very slippery. But lying was not part of her habits, she just had to find a way to stay true to herself without getting caught. Lying by omission, not the best thing to do but much better than just lying.

“Yes.”

Vera didn’t look surprised, she continued.

“Where did you meet ?”

Bridget's face had just taken on a cold mask. Not that she could blame her friend for questioning her like that, but despite her desire to remain honest with her, she sported a defensive stature. And her best defense in this kind of situation was to remain proudly focused on the fact that she had absolutely no regrets. Due to this discussion, the effects of the alcohol were dissipating at exponential speed, Bridget was no longer tipsy at all at this moment.

“Work.”

Vera stared at her for a few minutes in silence. It was as if the discussion now took place through their eyes. The tension was palpable. The brunette ends up smiling slightly and lowering her head.

“I do not validate this situation. But I guess in a way, I'm happy for you, as long as you're happy. But be careful, please.”

***

On the way home, Bridget was full of thoughts. The radio was playing music she loved, she had turned up the sound but nothing could help, she was thinking about the conversation she had just had with Vera. Now she knew. And Vera knew she knew she knew. Full circle. Maybe not so full. Because Franky didn’t. With a light smile Bridget thought about her own concern. In a way, she was totally overthinking it because she actually knew that Franky wouldn’t care. She would probably say something like : “And so ? At the end, that’s great she said that, so why are you worrying ?”. Franky had that special ability of feeling attacked when it was not necessarily the case but also not feeling danger when there was actually a real issue. And that was presumably one of the things that made them so complete, in a way. But she pushed that idea away and went back to her initial worry. While feeling the fever rising as she approached the house. She knew she would be there even if nothing had been clearly said, everything had been underlined and this, since Franky had been released from prison.

Oddly, after having tried to make her speak through her role towards her, now that she was free and that they mingled even more than before, they spoke less. Honeymoon. Everything ended very quickly by leading them to make love. Make love or just pure fuck. Anyway, Bridget was enjoying all of this, physically letting go of many things she’s never let go before because it was very natural to act like this with Franky even if she didn’t even understand where all her “kinky” wants were from. She didn't really know what was going on deep down. Of course it wasn't superficial, there were pure and honest feelings on both sides. You don't have to be a shrink to see that Franky felt something real for her. But in a way, it was a mess. A pure lovely fucking mess.

She cut the engine and got out of the car. The living room was lit so she was definitely there but Bridget would pretend not to know when she entered the house.

***

“Here puss puss puss puss puss !”

Bridget left her purse on the armchair. She was both calling the real cat and the other cat while walking towards the fridge, then opening it and looking for the leftover cat food.

Her hand rested nonchalantly on the jamb of the fridge door so when she felt it fall back she didn't have time to react, a quick look at Franky, she was biting her own lip while smiling at her with delight, and then Bridget felt a hand push her against this same fridge door. The brunette looked really horny. She looked like she was really expecting her for a long time. The coldness of the wall, in total opposition to the warm body that had just crashed against her back, gave her goosebumps. At least, one or the other or a combination of the two gave her goosebumps. She then felt her breath next to her ear.

“Franky… What are you doing here… “

The brunette took out her shirt from inside her skirt and began to apply fiery caress from her hips to her abdomen then through her chest. Bridget felt her heart quicken and her breath shorten as she continued to verbally struggle.

“Franky we can’t… stop.”

At these last word her body was suddenly turned back, she was now facing her and feeling Franky’s lips very close to hers when she heard :

“Make me.”

The way she told that and the way her lips were now hovering hers made her crawl a little more on the metal wall. Franky roughly unbuttoned her blouse but taking care not to come into contact with her warm skin. Bridget had felt her inner center get wet just by hearing her sultry bossy voice and by watching her green eyes reading into her own blue ones how much the fire was spreading itself inside her body. The brunette was taking total control of her without even touching the least bit of her skin. She felt her legs starting to shake slightly at the lack of body contact and saw a smirk on Franky's face. When Franky was about to kiss her, inserting both hands into her half-open shirt to finally touch her, Bridget began to purr, a purr turning to laughter when she saw Franky take a step back with a satisfied and amused look on her face.

“You’re late Gidge.”

“I had a drink with Vera.” Bridget replied.

She was into the present moment, even if her latest conversation with the governor was still in some of her thoughts. For once, she was just thinking that if Franky wouldn’t ask more about it, she wouldn’t develop the point Vera made. After all, the debate could still be opened on the subject : What you share with your friends doesn't necessarily have to be shared with your lover and vice versa. In this case, she was sort of burying her face, just for a little while, because, even if she trusted Vera, the content of that last talk probably needed to be shared with Franky. That was about her, that was about some possible risks about her being caught, them being caught. Nonetheless, keeping it all to herself for one night wouldn't hurt anyone. Plus, as often from her release, Franky was in such a good mood she didn't feel the strength to break it with a heavy dialogue. She was just mentally tired of her work day and just selfishly needed to chill, in whatever way. The sexual mood Franky was into was actually the perfect one to choose. To chill. To have a good sleep. Then to talk.

“How are the girls, they're back? Did you see Booms?” Franky asked both with enthusiasm and concern.

“Yeah, they're all good.”

Bridget smiled with a kind of admiration. From the start of their relationship she fell in love with how much Franky cared about her inmate crew. But at first she was inside and now she was outside, still caring about them. She seemed very loyal when it came to the friendship field. A rough but trustworthy loyal friend.

“Yeah?” Franky cheerfully asked while maintaining her seriousness, she wanted more information.

“I heard you on the radio today.” Bridget purred, getting closer to the brunette.

She had just come back from an afterwork dinner with Vera who talked a lot about Wentworth. It was enough, she didn’t want to talk about work anymore tonight. Even if the discussion was actually about Franky’s friends, some limits had to be found between her job discussions and usual discussions about friends even if everything was not so easily dissociable. Besides, Bridget had just been turned on by her lover's vigorous attitude so she was now in a much more lustful than serious mood.

However, the brunette looked like she wanted to play at the Flee me I follow you, follow me I flee you game because she recoiled slightly and laughed in front of the playful blonde who was trying to kiss her.

“And all that talk of chick on chick turned you on, didn't it?”

That was sort of true, maybe she couldn’t deny it. Hearing Franky’s voice into the radio had filled her with a strange inappropriate proud mood which might have drifted slightly before being interrupted by the horn of the car behind her manifesting that she had obviously taken a little too long to react to the change in road signs.

“Mm-hummm” was all she could reply, a beaming smile plastered on her face.

Without thinking further, Franky succumbed to temptation, she finally caught her lips with hers and led her to the dining room table to tip her over it. Despite the urge she was suddenly feeling about leading her to the edge, there was nothing but tenderness and bright glances punctuated with some giggles mixed with anticipated moans. There was probably more love than she’s ever felt before into these green eyes watching her mischievously while taking off her panties and her high heels.

Before tugging lightly on her legs and diving inside them, Franky said in a catchy fun tone :

“It's time to feed puss.”