A roll in the hay, taking to bed, coitus; sexual intercourse.

Lying on my back, becoming cold from the sweat which covered my body I pressed her closer to me. Delia nuzzled her head up to the top of my shoulder, burrowing her face in the crevasse between neck and shoulder. She took a small piece of skin between her teeth and bit down lightly, causing another twinge to go rushing through my body and down between my legs.

My body convulsed slightly and Delia giggled,

"It's so easy to do that to you," she commented.

"Oh? I replied, rolling myself and her over so we were both on our sides. Delia smirked, sliding her hand around my hip and gently gripping my backside. I shuddered a little and Delia laughed outright.

"Hey, I'm just cold," I chided.

"Well, come here then," she smiled, running a hand up my back to sit between my shoulder blades. Moving one of her hands she lifted the sheets of the bed over us both, allowing me the freedom to let my own hands wander. I slipped my hands from her ribs to her hips and back up to her breasts, squeezing her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Shutting her eyes Delia sighed softly.

I smiled and lend in to her, letting our mouths meet in a soft French kiss.

"Delia," I whispered pulling away from her,

"Yes?"

"I love you so much."

My mind cast back to the first time I had said those words. I was twenty two, a qualified and experienced nurse for my age, and a girl who thought she knew all. However I knew very little. He was Simon Wilcock, a gentleman in his early twenties also. He was my experiment, I was cruel but unknowing, not aware that I was following through with something horrible.

I had first heard the term lesbian aged fifteen, and I had known from day one, known the word was one I would come to use as a description for myself. I wasn't ready to admit who I was. As you may know it was very stigmatised to be a gay woman, very unheard of and only not an illegal act because good old queen Victoria believed a woman could never be so indecent.

I tried my best to deny everything at first and that was how I had come across Mr Wilcock.

(A/n) just a little opener for this story, it isn't easy to write because I want it to be as realistic as possible, which means I have to do some traveling to a part of my life I wasn't fond of. Anyway I hope you enjoy