Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow (1960)
A request from Patsy_Mount on ao3 - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by the Shirelles for their first kiss.
Hope I've done it credit! Also... I haven't checked cos I'm lazy but I'm 90% certain that this was first recorded in 1960 (I have really weird music knowledge in that I remember the years songs were recorded) so please forgive the possible artistic license in the relationship timeline.
Nothing had ever felt so right in her entire life. To be honest, she'd spent most her life feeling anything but right - always the outcast - but tonight was different. She'd known from a young age that she was different. At first she'd put it down to her background and upbringing, then down to the horrors of the war until eventually she admitted to herself exactly what made her so different - her absolute indifference towards men. Whilst all the other girls cooed over the latest heart throb she gazed longingly at her magazines - much more interested in the women.
But right now with Delia's tongue dancing with hers? Everything felt perfect. She knew that most people would find this deviant but how could something that felt so wonderful, so passionate, so right ever be wrong? Delia's lips were soft yet firm all at the same time, her touch soothing, tender and urgent all at once. Delia was intoxicating. Patsy groaned as the shorter woman nibbled her lower lip, one hand reaching behind her head and dipping into her hair.
It had all started when Patsy had come over to the Nursing Home to spend the evening with her best friend - a few new records tucked under arm. Since moving to Nonnatus House she'd not really seen Delia all that much and her heart ached for the Welsh woman. She'd loved Delia for longer than she cared to admit and at first she'd hoped her move to Nonnatus would squash these feelings and allow her to get over this 'crush'. Instead, the opposite had occurred and Patsy found herself craving Delia's company more than ever. They'd always been close and Patsy had on occasion wondered if Delia felt as she did - but then she would dismiss the idea. She was unnatural and even if Delia did like women, what on Earth would she see in Patsy? She was stubborn, cold and aloof. What's more Delia was beautiful, kind and funny - she could have the pick of anyone she wanted. For some reason however Delia had seemingly picked to spend the majority of her time with her and when Patsy had announced her departure, the older woman swore she saw Delia's expression fall for a moment, tears gather before she just as quickly plastered on a smile, hugged her tight and wished her well.
Tonight had meant to involve a trip to the cafe but instead Delia had withdrawn a bottle of gin, poured them both a liberal serving and taken the first record from Patsy and began to play it. Then they talked and giggled as though they'd never been apart. The evening couldn't have been more perfect. However, the more they drank, the more flirty they appeared to become. They were sat closer together than would be classed as proper, their eyes never leaving the others. Patsy told a story from her day, causing both women to laugh for a few moments until it died down and they were instead left looking into one another's eyes. Patsy. embarrassed and feeling heat rise in her cheeks, looked down. Her eyes however raised immediately when Delia took her hand and whispered.
"I've missed you, Cariad."
There was something in Delia's eyes, something in her tone that spoke a thousand words that couldn't be spoken. Slowly, ever so slowly, Patsy glanced down to the Welsh woman's lips, surprised to see her wetting them subconsciously. Then, even slower, she began to lean forward, gasping when Delia met her half way. They're lips brushed almost accidentally, both shooting back, panting hard. Both looked terrified, eyes searching for a reprimand, but none came and so Delia smiled, then Patsy smiled and they met once again, this time with fire and passion. They hadn't stopped kissing since.
Patsy had lost track of time. All her focus on Delia but now, as she pulled away as slowly as she could manage, her lower lip sucking on Delia's until the very last second, she dared to look at the woman she'd just been kissing. The brunette sighed, eyes alight with love, and Patsy pressed a tentative kiss on her lips once more.
"Patsy." Delia breathed as they pulled apart.
Patsy didn't respond. She didn't know how and Delia suddenly wondered if she was having second thoughts. After all, this wasn't exactly normal behaviour. Delia had known she'd loved Patsy for a long time, but she hadn't expected Patsy to ever love her back never mind kiss her. She wondered if it was the drink - that gin had been strong - would this all be a different story in the morning?
It was then she remembered. The record player. She rolled away from Patsy and dashed to it, flicking through the records quickly. She'd seen it, she'd definitely seen it.
"Delia?" Patsy's voice broke her reverie and Delia cringed slightly at how her sudden movement would look. She quickly placed the record on before turning to see a terrified and, dare she even hope, heartbroken Patsy looking at her with tear filled eyes. "I understand if you want me to leave-"
Delia cut her off by holding out her hand and walking towards the redhead. She sighed in relief as Patsy took the hand, thankful that the older woman hadn't automatically fled when she'd left her.
"I want you to dance with me Pats."
The smile that broke out upon Patsy's face answered a thousand prayers and Delia almost cried with happiness when she felt Patsy's cradle her to her. She allowed Patsy to lead. She hadn't heard this song before but the title had been enough to make her play it. Neither spoke simply gazed at one another. Patsy felt a tear roll down her cheek as they swayed to the music. She was listening carefully to the lyrics, struck by how fitting they were.
"Is this a a lasting treasure,
Or just a moments pleasure?
Can I believe the magic in your sighs?"
Delia swallowed. This song was asking all the questions she so desperately wanted to and she wondered if Patsy was listening to the lyrics just as intently as she was.
"Tonight with words unspoken,
You say that I'm the only one
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning sun?"
Patsy closed her eyes and leant her forehead against Delia's. They hadn't said a word to one another. Simply allowed looks, touches and actions to convey their feelings. She didn't think she could bear it if this was just for one night.
"Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me tomorrow?"
Patsy looked directly into Delia's eyes as the song ended. Delia was gazing back just as intently. Suddenly, there was an absolute urgent need for words. She was almost afraid to ask but then she felt Delia dance her fingers over her shoulder and Patsy knew she had to ask the question.
"Will you?" She whispered, her voice vulnerable and small, "Still love me tomorrow?"
Delia smiled, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Tomorrow, yesterday, always." She breathed. "I love you Patsy."
"I love you too."
They didn't need words after that - just actions - for they had love.
