Patsy looked down at Delia. She tried to calm her heaving chest, her lungs aching for oxygen. Her body shook from a mixture of excitement and exertion. Sweat was dripping from her forehead, plastering her fringe to her face. Her body was shaking with adrenaline. Delia looked upwards with adoring eyes, a faint smile playing on the edges of her mouth.

"D-delia," Patsy gasped, "how do you always manage to talk me in to doing whatever you want?"

"Because I am such a sweet talker," Delia smiled smugly, "and, plus, you would agree to do anything as long as it came from these Welsh lips; as is proven by the predicament you are in right now."

Patsy laughed, but the movement just caused her already straining muscles to scream out once again.

"How on earth did you manage to make this look so easy, Deels?!"

"I made it look easy, because it is easy. Look there is a hold right by your left knee and if you reach up to your right, you will be able to push up and will have finally made it more that 6ft off of the ground." Delia smirked at the sight of her girlfriend on the rock-climbing wall, all arms and legs, clutching to the coloured holds for dear life.

"Patsy, you are almost 5ft10 standing on the ground; currently you are barely higher than that. How can the unflappable Nurse Mount be so inept at heights?!"

The suppressed laughter in Delia's voice did not evoke bravery in the redhead's movements, instead she made a fumble for the hold Delia had pointed out to her, and slipped right off of it due to the sheen of sweat that clung to every inch of her body. Falling off of the wall, Patsy felt the harness around her waist and legs dig in and she found herself hanging 4ft off of the ground with Delia holding her in place at the end of the rope.

"I am just not built for this type of activity Deels," pouted Patsy.

"I disagree," Delia retorted, not even trying to hide the way her eyes roamed over Patsy's body in the tight fitting gym leggings, pausing to unsubtly lust over the sports bra that was barely hidden by the loose tank top she wore.

"Delia!" Patsy chastised, "control yourself."

Delia laughed in response, "I am afraid that you are entirely at my will here Miss Mount! I could tie you up there and just walk away."

"You wouldn't dare," Patsy growled back, the huskiness in her voice not doing anything to calm Delia's desire.

"You're right; I'd much rather do this anyway."

Taking in the small amount of slack in the rope, Delia walked over to where Patsy was hanging and pulled her down into a kiss, loving the salty taste of sweat from Patsy's lips. She slowly dipped her hand into her chalk bag and coated the palm of her hand as they kissed. Bringing her hand out, she sharply smacked Patsy on the backside, leaving a bright white handprint on her leggings.

"Delia!"

Delia smirked and shot Patsy a wink.

"You are mine Pats; don't you dare forget it. Now come on and get down from that wall, I have an idea of something else we can do for exercise."