A/N a short chapter to start, this is total smut. This chapter is T rated but the next will certainly be M! X
"Call me naive but what exactly is it for?" Pasty asked innocently peering into the yellow cardboard box.
A smirk appeared on Delia face as she blushed.
"It's for us." Delia decided to give the cryptic clues for this one realising she'd get quite a bit of enjoyment out of it. "You can touch it, pick it up if you need."
Patsy brow furrowed as she ran her fingers over the pale green handle and down to the ominous looking fake digit still really rather confused. The picture on the top of the box was that of a dentist, 'gum massager' it was called.
"Are you saying I've got a problem with my teeth?" Patsy questioned.
Delia rolled her eyes, for someone so intelligent Patsy could be really rather dense when she wanted to be. Without saying a word Delia got up, walked over to the door and locked it. The downside to living at Nonnatus was that privacy was limited. This was definitely something they wanted to be disturbed doing. She lifted the device out of the box and plugged it into the socket between the beds. She turned it on and it began to buzz. She blushed again, and hoped that Patsy would realise what it was soon or the moment would be gone.
Lifting the redheads hand she touched the prosthetic finger on the massager to Patsy's palm, causing her to jump a little.
"Well that feels, different" she whispered.
"That was my thought" Delia replied. "You see, it turns out that these aren't just sold for oral hygiene purposes. They're used by women for.." She paused, trying to contain the blush that she knew was going to spread over her face. "Shall we say pleasurable purposes." Her nostrils flared as her eyes burned into top of Patsy head.
The taller women's head jolted up, her eyes wide, Delia was sure her eyebrows might have flown off her head had she raised them any further.
"Nurse Bubsy" Pasty's voice was hushed "are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting"
"Yes" Delia smiled cheekily and without another word stood up and began to unbutton her cardigan. Then her blouse, and her skirt.
