Patsy had returned home from a most successful day. All of her expectant mothers were doing well and all new-borns were thriving in their new lives. She had even had time to jump into the bakery on the way home to obtain some cake for Sister Monica Joan who had no doubt devoured the eclairs Patsy had brought in the day before. Placing the tin on the prep room counter, Patsy set about cleaning all her tools from the day. The simple, repetitive act had often provided her solace from even the most stressful of days. However today it just proved a necessary nuisance as she wished to spend all her time with Delia now that her nursing requirements had been fulfilled.
With a final glance around the room to ensure all was as it was supposed to be, Patsy exited and headed to the kitchen, her stomach growling with the prospect of dinner. Entering the dining room, Patsy found Delia and Trixie playing a spirited game of checkers with Delia protesting against Trixie's apparent rule-inventing and subsequent cheating.
"That is not a rule Trix! You can only move one piece at a time!" Delia groaned at the three movements that had been made against her.
"Yes it is Deels, Sister Monica Joan taught me herself." Trixie said smugly, sending a cheeky grin at the aforementioned nun who was sitting engrossed in her knitting.
Patsy's heart leapt at the use of her nickname for Delia by Trixie. It made her so happy to see that Delia was being made to feel so welcome by her friends and included in their daily lives so easily.
"Well, hello you two! Delia I should have warned you against playing board games against our dear Trixie, she's awful for making up the rules as she goes. You'll need to ask Barbara about the famous Monopoly incident of '59, we still haven't found all of the game pieces after the game ended in a flipped board!" Patsy laughed at the memory as she gathered some food from the kitchen and joined her friends at the table.
"Yes, Barbara was a pretty sore loser that night," Trixie admitted.
"No Trix, I believe the issue lay with you and your dodgy acquiring of Mayfair whilst she had been making herself a cup of Horlicks," Patsy chastised, Trixie at least having the decency to look a bit ashamed at the memory.
"I had no idea she was going to take it so seriously; we were finding the remnants of the game for months afterwards. Nobody has seen the top hat piece since!"
Patsy sat watching the game with interest, with Delia managing to pull back to win the game despite Trixie's tactics. Delia's victory squeal was music to her ears and Patsy felt happy from being so close to her. It was the happiness that led her to slip off her shoes and run her stockinged foot up the side of Delia's bare calf. Watching Delia falter in her gloating was beautiful to Patsy who made no attempt to stop her pursuit.
"Oh Patsy, it would seem that you have got an admirer," Trixie mentioned with a coy smile as Delia began to blush and tried to hide it as coughing fit.
"What?" Patsy stopped her movement against Delia as she processed this information. This gave Delia a moment to compose herself.
"Yes, there's a present in your room, and not that I was being nosey, but it looked like there was a card too!" Trixie was barely able to withhold her glee at this stage.
Patsy put her shoes back on and stood quickly, leaving the two ladies at the table. Her mind was racing. Climbing the stairs, she couldn't work out who the present could be from, she was not aware of anyone who was interested in her. She concluded that it must be a present from one of her patients as a thank you.
On entering her room, Patsy could smell the scent of flowers and instantly relaxed when she saw the tulips, daffodils and roses expertly arranged. She thought she knew who they were from instantly, but was one hundred percent sure when she read the small note written inconspicuously on the card accompanying them. Patsy could not believe that Delia had gone to the trouble of getting the flowers for her. She could not suppress the grin on her face as she turned round at the sound of the bedroom door opening.
Delia stood looking like an angel with the light behind her illuminating her silhouette. The sight momentarily took Patsy's breath away. Delia walked into the room shutting the door behind her and wedging a heavy nursing manual against it. She glided over to Patsy gracefully and pulled her love down into a passionate kiss.
Surprised by the authoritative manner Delia presented, Pasty welcome her with her open arms enveloping around the small Welshwoman's frame with ease. Delia fit against Patsy so well it was as if they merged into one person. The kiss progressed with the heat of the moment, with the smell of the flower intoxicating their movements. Tongues battled for superiority and as Patsy pulled back for air, Delia nipped on her bottom lip eliciting a moan of pleasure from the normally unflappable midwife.
"Delia…" Patsy breathed, "the flowers…how did you…they are beautiful…"
The words were not coming coherently to Patsy at that moment, not helped by Delia stealing kissed in between each statement. Delia's hands moved from Patsy's waist up to her shoulders and into her tightly held hair. With one swift movement Patsy's fiery, red locks fell to her shoulders and Delia began an assault on her scalp with her hands. The soothing feeling was wonderful to Patsy and in return her hands found the pert curve of Delia's backside and pulled Delia in closer to her.
Delia was on her tip-toes kissing with such ferocity that Patsy had no air left in her lungs, her mouth then began an assault down Patsy's throat, leaving a wet trail of kisses down the milky, white skin. Patsy's breathing was coming in short sharp gasps and it was only when she heard the sound of a bag being dropped in the hall that she was wrenched from heaven back into reality.
The two woman sprang apart at the sound and set about sorting their make-up and hair. Delia made her way to the record player and when Trixie entered the room there was no indication of the frisky encounter that had played out mere seconds before.
"So then Pats, who are the flowers from?" Questioned Trixie.
Patsy caught Delia's eye in the corner of the room, she was attempting to look for appropriate music for the evening, whilst trying to slow her hastily beating heart. With what Patsy hoped looked like a calm movement, she strode around and sat on her bed, whilst answering Trixie's enquiry.
"The card never said, but I will be sure to whole-heartedly thank whoever my admirer is when they reveal themselves," she said with a small smirk on her face, "I am sure they will be happy to receive what I have got in mind for them if they do."
As Delia let out a small squeak of quickly dampened excitement, Patsy leaned forward to unlace her shoes. It was this movement that alerted Patsy to the fact that her brassiere had been slyly undone by her Welsh counterpart. Her face turned beetroot red as she swiftly sat up and tried to hold herself in such a way that she hoped would not bring attention the her freely swinging bosom.
The look that Delia received made it crystal clear that Patsy had realised what she had done. Hiding her pride at this was difficult for Delia but necessary because of Trixie's presence. Delia was going to pay for that one, and she could not wait to receive her punishment.