Once I returned from my lunch, some of the other nurses were in a bit of a tizzy. Before I even had chance to ask them about it. Sophia came bustling over with the news, that some sections of the nurses home were going to be shut down. We all knew that the building was in need of many repairs. It leaked when it rained, and everytime you went for a bath. The tap rattles and creaks so loudly that it sounds like it may shoot off at any second. Plus Martha swears she saw a mouse or a rat, she wasn't quite sure, running around near to the toilet. It was only when I heard the words 'rent allowance', that the converstation really perked my interest. Could it really be possible to rent a little flat all of my own? Could I even dare myself to dream? With not much time to ponder about it, with a full days work ahead. I just went about my usual day.
The day had me rushed off my feet, (no change there then.) My feet were aching, but none of that really mattered. All I could think about was seeing my Pats again this evening. I don't think I've ever rushed so quickly to get ready before. I was in and out of the bath in no time at all. I did take longer deciding what outfit Patsy would like me in best. The winning garbs were my knee length skirt, which is a lovely dark grey colour, matched with my light pink blouse. Adjusting my beads: I kept my hair down, because I know it pleases my Pats so. When a knock came from my door, leaping from in front of the mirror, I went to answer it.
My rather delighted expression must of greeted her causing her to smile wider, as my Pats stood there holding a bag of chips. The smell radiating upwards was a pleasant one. I was rather ravenous.
'Hello Deels,' She gleamed as she practically skipped into the room, 'I have brought us some food. I knew you maybe a little hungry.'
She placed the wrapped newspaper down upon the top of the chest of draws, with another smile she slipped out of her coat. For a change, I was the one pushing the text books up against the door, when I felt her loving arms wrap around me from behind. A little coo left my lips. I adored feeling her strong arms around me, as she kissed my cheek.
'How was your day?' She asked as she released her grip. Before I even had time to reply, she said, 'You look tired.' Not the compliment I was after, but I know she only cares.
'Flattery will get you everywhere, Nurse Mount.' I jibed giving time for my eye brows to return down from under my fringe.
'Oh, I don't mean it like that, sweetheart. You always look alluring.' She inched forward, taking my hair in between her fingers.
'I'm just teasing, and you're right. I'm bloody worn out.' I chuckled, as her face fell with sympathy.
'Is there anything I can do?' Her sweet face offered, I knew whatever I replied, she would do. Bless her.
'You just being here is enough.' It was true. Her smile was so warm and comforting before she kissed me.
'Some food, may help.' She nodded leading me by the hand, to take a seat upon the bed. So we could share the bag of chips.
'Oo...You remembered my marrowfat peas.' I told her delighted. They really did make the chips taste even better!
'As if I could forget.' Her tone was filled with pride, as we both dipped a chip in the peas at the very same time. Causing us both a loud giggle.
'Is that a new check shirt, Patience Mount?' I eyed her up, very approvingly.
Glancing down at herself, she acted a little coy, 'It might be.' Always demure, my Pats. 'Do you like it?' She asked, pulling lightly at one of the little white buttons.
'Very much.' I grinned, my turn to tug at one of the fastenings, as she blushed, 'I might have to take a closer look just to be sure, mind?' I giggled as my thumb worked loose the top button. I couldn't help but notice, the sight of her black bra peeking through. My breath suddenly became more shallow, as she cottoned on to what I had just seen.
'Something that interests you there, Delia?' She smiled rather smuggly, but she looked far to enticing for me to say anything clever.
After our chips and flirtatious giggles, we lay out together on top of my bed. My Pats had been looking through the collection of books, I had picked up this week from the library. She read a few lines aloud from the poetry book she was holding.
'You make everything sound better, the way you read it. I could happily listen to you for hours.' I praised, as I danced my fingers over her chest.
Suddenly reading poems didn't hold us anymore, and she looked at me. Staring into my eyes with passion. Finding her lips pressed on mine. The kiss rather rapidly heated up, and the book ended up thumping to the floor. As her hands found my breasts. Feeling already sensitive there, my response was of pure pleasure, as my knee bucked of it's own accord as I groaned deeply into her mouth. This must of sent a shock wave through my Pats, because I quickly found her hand going under my blouse.
'Oh Delia.' She moaned in a whispered reply. The next hour was a passionate blur.
Re-dressed once again, we were happily listening to the dansette. Though my mind did keep playing over the thought of having my own flat. Ideas of me and Patsy coming and going as we pleased, without raising any suspicions from colleagues and alike. I even began to wonder if we could get away with buying a double bed, when I heard Patsy's voice bringing me from my daydreams.
'I get the distinct notion Delia, that you are not listening to me?' She smiled with no annoyance to her tone.
Returning the smile, I began to play with a record sleeve.
'Something on your mind?' Her concern clear to see, as she linked my hand with her own.
It sounds stupid, or perhaps it doesn't but when you really want something. Long for it, wish with all your might for it. Surly wanting anything that much, leaves pleanty of room for disappointments. I'm scared to believe even for a second that me and Pats could find our own sanctuary. Besides I need to find out about the rent allowance before I get ahead of myself. For now I won't say too much.
'Not really.' I shrugged but she wasn't having none of it. Her voice said it all, as she called, 'Delia?'
Kissing the back of her hand, I smiled, 'I'm just thinking of how run down this place has gotten lately.' I shrugged again.
'Well I can not say I'm surprised. The rooms were pretty bad, even when I lived here.' Patsy replied, breaking loose the grip on my hand to change the song over.
Watching her flip over the vinyl, she carefully placed the needle to the grooves, 'Hmh...I don't believe I've heard this one.' She noted almost to herself as she sat back down. This time even closer to me, as she placed her arm around my shoulder, 'Would you like to see a film on our next night off? You can pick the film and this time, I promise I won't watch it with anyone else until I have seen it with you.' She smiled with a firm nod.
'Sure.' I replied.
'Delia if your tired of this place.' I quickly turned to look at her thinking she'd magically read my thoughts, I had to smile to myself as she continued, 'We could go take a walk together, or perhaps we could get a coffee and a slice of cake?' Her whole face lighting up as she stared deeply into my eyes. I couldn't resist a few more kisses before we headed out.
'Sounds nice, but first.' I smirked as I lay myself on top of her. I do believe her grin got even wider than mine, which I would think to be rather impossible, but it was. My lips found her kiss and her hands began to slide under the waist band of my skirt. My heart began to beat faster as our kisses began to get deeper. I think I had gotten use to the fact that we had to fit so much in, when we could. In the little hours that we had to ourselves. It seemed lust had really over taken us tonight. Especially my Pats. She is always the cautious one and doesn't enjoy taking too many unnecessary risks. It does seem though, that isn't the case at this very moment because by the way her hands are now tugging at my blouse. She is willing to take the chance of making love to me for a second time this evening.
We both knew we would have to be even quieter, but I began to realise that her hoarse moans of desire as she tugged at my bottom lip. Were getting louder. Usually I have been the one to lose all control and give into passion, and it's Pats giving me a gentle reminder through a kiss that we have to be quiet. So I giggled a little, when it was me telling her, 'Shh sweetheart.'
'Sorry.' She muttered through her kiss, hands in my hair. It was clear she wanted to take the lead as she switched positions and I ended up underneath her:
When we eventually ended up at the 'silver buckle' coffee bar, with goofy grins on both of our faces that we couldn't shake. Pats was back to the more controlled person, that I'm used you. Still rather romantic though, she paid for my choice of song on the juke box.
'You'll have to be getting back soon?' I sipped my tea.
'I don't have too.' She shook her head, having a quick glance to a couple of people leaning against the jukebox.
'You won't get much sleep otherwise sweetheart.' I said in a low tone, more so to put her at ease than myself.
'I don't mind.' She smiled, kicking her foot teasingly against mine under the table.
She was late home again, but I really don't think she minded. Before she did go back home, I took her silk scarf from my pocket and lovingly wrapped it around her. She smiled, as she breathed in my perfume, which I may have spritzed with an extra spray, just for her. I did enjoy fussing over her. Making sure she was warm. I feel more contented knowing she is happy. I did consider kissing her lips but I heard people in the distance. Waving to her instead, I went back home.
A/N - Next chapter soon. x