Alright, I've finally returned. This one was a bit harder to write but I've managed to write a mammoth two-part chapter. Mature Content Warning: If you don't want to read the more sexual parts, don't read past the line of x's. While there is no sex, per se, it gets pretty shamelessly smutty. ;)

Patsy sat on the bed holding the glasses while Delia dug through her drawer to pull out the whisky bottle she'd hidden. She felt silly, as a grown woman, hiding things from her mother but didn't want to upset her parents who rarely imbibed and would surely consider her too delicate to be drinking. "Got it!" she said, holding up the bottle triumphantly. Patsy grinned, "Ah, hello my old friend." Delia gave Patsy a sideways look and held the bottle behind her back. "Now, now Pats. Should I be worried about you being so familiar with whisky?" Patsy's face took on a solemn look as she crossed her heart with her finger, "No, of course not. I would never overindulge. Well...maybe occasionally. But only ever when you were drinking with me too. So I could really be asking you the same question."

Delia looked sad for a moment. "I wish I remembered." Patsy realized that maybe she shouldn't have said that with Delia not having the memories she referenced. "I'm sorry, Deels. I was only teasing. I shouldn't have brought it up." Delia shook her head, "No Patsy, it's okay. I do wish I remembered but I still want you to tell me things. It might make me a little sad for a moment but I'd rather know. Don't censor things for me." Of course, Patsy felt guiltier than ever; knowing just how much she was keeping from Delia.

Delia walked over to Patsy, having already expertly opened the bottle, and poured the whisky into the glasses. "Oh my, Delia! That's quite a lot of whisky, don't you think? We'll be absolutely smashed if we drink all this." Delia's cheeks burned red, "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize." She stammered, "I guess I don't know how much people should drink of this kind of stuff." Patsy smiled kindly at her. "Well of course you wouldn't know. I should have told you. It's my fault really. It's easily remedied though." Patsy grabbed the bottle from Delia and managed to pour one of the glasses back into the bottle. "Now, that's fixed. We'll just share this other glass and I'd say we'll each get the right amount of tipsy."

Delia looked excitedly at Patsy, "Can I have the first drink?" Patsy nodded. "Oh, go on. It was your present, you should have the first taste." Delia confidently took the glass and managed to somehow drink her half in one gulp. Patsy looked on horrified. It happened so quickly, she didn't have time to stop it. As expected, Delia began coughing and sputtering, trying to catch her breath. Patsy rushed to sit up, and began rubbing Delia's back "Oh you poor thing. I…should have told you…Whisky is more of a sipping drink." Delia would have laughed at herself if only she could breath, "Now….you….tell….me…." she coughed out between hoarse gasps of air. Patsy bit her bottom lip to stop herself from giggling.

Eventually, Delia catches her breath. "God, that burns. Why do people like that stuff?" Patsy grins, "I rather think it's for the feelings that come after the burn." Delia considers this, "Huh. Well I don't feel anything at all." Patsy covers her mouth with her hand but can't stop a laugh from escaping. "You need to give it a minute, Deels." Delia's face gets that adorable blush again and Patsy nearly sighs, wishing she could reach out to stroke her cheek reassuringly. Instead, she grabs the glass from Delia, and knocks back the rest of it; evening the score. "There. Now I've caught up to you." Delia looks amazed, "How did you do that? You didn't cough or anything!" Patsy smiles, "I've had practice, darling. Also, it helps if you don't breathe for a few seconds after swallowing." Delia shakes her head, "You're always telling me things after the fact." Patsy wags her finger at Delia, "Now, now, how was I to know you'd gulp it down like that?"

Delia giggles at Patsy and immediately Patsy notices it's Delia's drinking giggle. "Starting to feel something now?" Patsy asks. "Yes. It's nice. I feel warm and relaxed and…good." Patsy nods, "And now you know why people drink." Delia agrees, "Yes, I can see why. Although, the room moves when I turn my head." Patsy stands up, sets the glass down, and grabs Delia by the shoulders "Alright you, lie on the bed then. I don't want you stumbling about." Delia does as she's told and Patsy lies down on the opposite side of the bed so that they can see each other. From this position, she has quite the view of Delia's legs which are fully on display considering the lack of care with which Delia flopped herself onto the bed, allowing her nightdress to creep dangerously high on her thighs. Delia is truly oblivious to this fact though, succumbing to the warm tingly feelings of the alcohol. Patsy is glad that Delia isn't paying attention, she was sure she'd be caught staring at her body otherwise. At this point, Patsy is now also starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and is cursing the fact that alcohol has always made her touchy-feely with Delia.

"What are you looking at?" Delia asks through half-closed eyes, finally fixing her eyes on Patsy. "Hmm?" Patsy stalls, trying to think fast but feels far too sluggish to come up with anything and decides to just say the truth. "Oh…sorry. I was looking at you. It's still hard to believe you're right in front of me." Delia smiles, "Well, it's true. I'm here. You're here. We're both here." she giggles. Patsy finds her utterly adorable and it's hard to resist reaching out to hold her hand…or stroke her thigh. "I think the effects of the alcohol might be a bit exaggerated for you Deels, considering you hardly ate a thing for dinner."

"Is that so? Well I don't feel hungry at all. Say, Pats, do you think we might have a bit more of that whisky?" Patsy glances at her sideways and chews the inside of her lip, considering the request. "So soon? Why?" Delia doesn't answer her question, she just looks at Patsy with a goofy grin. "I don't think so Delia. You look like you've had plenty for now. I'd rather not be peeling you off the bathroom floor tonight." Patsy laughs at herself but barely gets any response at all from the woman across from her, who is now staring off at something Patsy can't discern from the angle she is sitting at.

Delia barely registered what Patsy had said, already distracted by a new thought. "Did you know you have lovely feet?" Patsy isn't sure how to answer that and it doesn't matter because Delia continues on, "I mean, you must walk and cycle all day long. Yet your feet look baby soft." Delia feels emboldened and uninhibited by the whisky. She sits up and takes Patsy's feet in her lap, where they rest on her bare thighs. Patsy can't breathe for a moment, it feels so nice to be touched, and also, she's caught a glimpse of Delia's knickers.

"What are you doing, Deels?" Delia looks at her with an unreadable expression but then smiles innocently, "I'm giving you a foot massage." She tenderly rubs her thumbs into the arch of Patsy's foot, nearly causing a sigh to escape the redhead's lips. "Oh. Alright." Patsy says, unsure of what to say in this situation and not wanting to discourage Delia either. "Is this okay?" Patsy nods. "You poor dear," Delia says, "You work so hard. You need someone to take care of you too sometimes." Patsy is truly unable to form words. After a few minutes, Delia has managed to push up Patsy's pyjama bottoms, exposing her legs from the knees down. "Gosh, Pats. Your muscles are so tight." She says, kneading her calves. "Has anyone ever told you that you have the most gorgeous, milky white skin? It's so flawless, cariad." Delia is looking into her eyes and Patsy can only shake her head. "No? Well that's a shame."

Delia is unable to stop her flirting. She also can't think of why she should care to at the moment. She feels free and Patsy feels good under her hands. "She hasn't told me to stop. If she's uncomfortable she could say so." Delia reasons with herself. She scoots forward, to gain more leverage in her assault on Patsy's tight muscles, and Patsy's foot ends up pressed against her. Neither girl moves an inch but Delia's eyes flutter closed for a moment at the sensation. Patsy can't believe what is happening but knows that Delia is fully aware of the situation since her hands stopped massaging her legs at the very instant her foot made it's accidental intimate contact. Patsy has a brief flash of weakness. She wants to spill everything to Delia right then and there and give Delia's body the attention she so clearly desires.

She doesn't though. Instead, she moves her foot away and sits with her legs underneath her. "Your turn, Delia. Turn around, and I'll rub your shoulders." Delia looks up at Patsy, a little disoriented but agrees with a nod. As Patsy rubs out the tension in her shoulders, Delia sobers up a bit. "Don't be an idiot, Busby. You're going to scare her off." She leans into Patsy's touch, it feels safe and comforting. This woman excites her but also soothes her and she can't believe how bold and careless she had been. Delia realizes that if Patsy hadn't spoken up, she doesn't know what she would have done. She feels ashamed to think she might have pushed herself against Patsy for more contact. It did feel so good. No. Surely, she would have backed off. But…she's not so sure.

"Deels?" Patsy says, interrupting her mental chastisement, "I think I'm getting sleepy. How about you?" Delia thinks about it and realizes she actually feels incredibly tired. She can't believe that she could feel so exhausted after feeling as alive and excited as she just felt, but it's true. "Yes, I'm so sleepy I could nod off right now. Your massage and the whisky seem to be a sedative." Patsy grins, "Yes, massage and whisky. A bit of a one-two punch for falling asleep." Patsy is relieved that nothing seems to be awkward between them after what just happened. She congratulates herself on her smooth navigation of the situation just before she loses her mind and leans in to kiss Delia on the cheek. Delia smiles almost shyly back at her. "Well, goodnight then, Deels." She says, trying to pretend that a goodnight kiss is just a normal thing she does.

Delia lies down and smiles into her pillow. She feels Patsy settle in behind her. "Night, Pats."

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Two hours have passed. Delia has been out like a light since mere moments after her head hit the pillow. Just like every time they've ever shared a bed, she's managed to press her body tightly against Patsy. Patsy however, has been awake the whole time. She only just realizes why Delia chose such a thin, short nightdress for pyjamas. It gets hot in this upstairs room at night. Really hot. Patsy is sweating uncomfortably but she wouldn't dare move an inch away from the beautiful furnace pressed against her body. Delia's bottom has always nestled perfectly into Patsy's lap and tonight is no different. She feels that familiar ache between her legs and knows how hard it will be to sleep if she doesn't attend to it.

Ever since the accident, Patsy's body had shut down sexually. She didn't have feelings like that, couldn't have feelings like that. Not with all the grief she felt. It would have felt wrong to pleasure herself when Delia was hurt and so far away. Besides that, she didn't want to feel good then. She wanted Delia. Before, she rarely ever took care of herself that way anyway. She liked to let her desires build up for her lover. Delia liked to hear about how worked up Patsy would get thinking of her and would reward her for her restraint. Though, she also liked to hear about the times when Patsy couldn't help herself. She'd ask for the details and try to recreate Patsy's movements. "Is that what you did? Did it feel like this?" Patsy took a deep breath. She shouldn't allow herself to think of that. It was different now. Delia still wasn't hers. "Yet…" she thought, allowing herself to imagine how she might seduce her lover back.

Frustrated, she felt herself unbutton the buttons on her nightshirt. She needed air, it was too hot. Reluctantly, she eased her body away from Delia and laid on her back. With her shirt open, she prayed for a breeze. Nothing. She wasn't too worried about getting caught with her shirt undone. She could simply roll the other way and button it back up if needed. Also, Delia was sleeping heavily. She felt sweat trickle from her belly, down her sides, onto the bed. Absentmindedly, she traced the trail of sweat and shivered. She turned her head to the side and watched Delia, sleeping. Delia's pert bottom was on full display now; her nightdress up to her waist, blankets thrown to the foot of the bed an hour ago.

It felt wrong, but looking at Delia's body, she couldn't help touching herself. Patsy's fingers trailed their way from her toned, sweaty belly, down to between her legs. At first, she just barely touched herself over her pyjama bottoms; letting her fingers graze over her sensitive spots before stopping herself and moving back to her belly. She sighed in frustration. She wanted more. She wanted Delia.

She rolled back over to face Delia. She wanted to press her topless chest against her but she didn't. Instead, she leaned in and smelled her hair. The perfume she'd bought Delia still lingered on her skin and brought back so many memories. Patsy closed her eyes and imagined Delia was facing her, stroking her sides, teasing her body with gentle fingertips, whispering softly in her ear. She was so lost in her fantasy, it took minutes for her to realize that Delia was in fact whispering to her. She recognized instantly then that Delia was having another dream. Before the accident, it only ever happened when they were sharing a bed. Delia always said her subconscious knew better than to risk someone else overhearing her have a dream like that. She reckoned that being in bed with Patsy relaxed her body and mind enough to let loose. Patsy was overjoyed that she still had this effect on her love. Twice now.

Patsy felt a naughty grin overtake her face. "I guess I'm not the only frustrated girl in this bed…" She watched as Delia's hips moved, searching the air for some sort of contact. She almost groaned, wishing she could help her out. Patsy reached down between her own legs, pushing her hand under the fabric blocking her way. She was already so excited. She intensely watched Delia's body move and felt like an animal stalking its prey. She imagined every movement of Delia's body was pressing into her and she moved her fingers to match her lover's hips moving. "Oh, Pats." Patsy felt wild, hearing her name on Delia's lips. "It's me. She's really thinking of me."

Again, Patsy is tempted to quit the act right then. She wants to wake Delia up, kiss her, tell her everything. She won't though. She won't risk hurting Delia by telling her things she might not be ready to hear. Instead, Patsy will take this moment and keep it for herself. She watches as Delia flops quickly onto her back, one arm flung over her head, the other hand gripping the sheets underneath them. She watches her breathing quicken, her breath catch on her lips with a gasp. "Cariad, cariad…yes." Patsy's hand moves furiously between her legs. Searching for release and feeling as if Delia has given her a sacred gift in this moment.

Her eyes ravish Delia's body. She takes in every thrust of the hip, every arch of the back, every whispered plea, and imagines herself as both the recipient and giver of this pleasure. It is with an almost choked "Oh" that Delia begins to give into her body's demand for release. Patsy is right there with her, touching herself as if it were Delia's fingers and not her own. Teasing, like Delia would, denying herself a climax until Delia does. Delia's body shakes, and Patsy finally gives in, allowing herself to climax alongside Delia. Their breathing is nearly identical, as they both settle into the feelings spreading throughout their bodies.

Patsy removes her hand from inside her clothing and breathes deeply, almost laughing at what just happened. "Well that was…unexpected" she thinks. Delia rolls over and pulls her close again; a contented sigh escaping her lips. Patsy smiles and looks at Delia who is once again slumbering deeply and making her cute sleepy noises. Her hand is resting on Patsy's hip and Patsy struggles to quietly button her shirt back up. She leaves the bottom button undone so Delia's hand isn't disturbed. Finally, she feels tired. Finally, she falls asleep.