Patsy sighed heavily as she nestled down on the couch, Fanw stretching out beside her with a very dog-like groan. Delia floated in and spared them a glance before placing her cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table and tapping Patsy's feet. The ginger wordlessly lifted them and the Welshwoman sat down before pulling Patsy's feet onto her lap. The brunette then plucked up the remote and scrolled through the channels, before releasing a soft exclamation.
"Oh, Pats, look!" Delia said merrily, "The new 'Star Wars' movie is on Demand!"
"Hmph," Patsy said, eyes fluttering as she was on the brink of dozing off.
Delia eagerly pressed 'play' before contentedly leaning back, absentmindedly working her thumb into the sole of Patsy's foot.
As the credits began scrolling down, the two heard the tell-tale thudding of their daughter descending the stairs. To their mild surprise, Ellie entered the living room, instead of visiting the kitchen like she normally did while studying for exams.
"Hey, Mam, Mum?" Ellie asked briskly. With a huff, Delia paused the movie.
"Yes?" Delia answered, Patsy mildly listening.
"Can I go to Comic Con next Saturday?" Ellie asked excitedly, "Nicole and I want to dress up as Sarah Jane and Rose from Doctor Who!"
"No, that's you Mam's birthday!" Patsy said, eyes snapping open and sparing Ellie a glare, "That wouldn't be-"
Patsy broke off abruptly as Delia's nail dug painfully into her foot.
"…Actually, what do you think, sweetie?" Patsy asked, an octave high.
"Oh, I wouldn't mind if she went, Comic Con is so much fun," Delia said a little too innocently, "I'm sure we can find something to do with ourselves." Ellie looked from one mother to the other, confused by the intensity of their tones.
"O…kay," Ellie said warily. She glanced at the TV and gave a snort.
"Really, Mam, 'Star Wars'?!" Ellie chuckled.
"Oi! It's better than that 'Doctor Who' you watch!" Delia snapped.
Ellie rolled her eyes and looked at a mildly bewildered Patsy.
"C'mon, mum, can't you agree that 'Doctor Who' is so much better than 'Star Wars'?"
"I…uh…What about 'Star Trek'?" Patsy stammered.
For a moment, both Delia and Ellie turned to look at Patsy as if she had just praised Hitler.
"Are you SERIOUS?!" Delia exclaimed, "'Star Trek'?!"
"Dear God, mum!" Ellie said.
"What?! It's a good show!" Patsy said defensively.
Ellie blinked before chuckling to herself and saying, "Okay, okay…I have to go study." Their daughter trotted back up the stairs and Delia was left staring at Patsy in disgust.
"Well, it is!" Patsy said helplessly.
"I…have no idea what to say to that," Delia managed, looking affronted. The brunette turned back to the TV and pressed 'play'. With a huff, Patsy laid back down and firmly closed her eyes, telling herself that yes, 'Star Trek' was a perfectly good show.
Patsy ambled through the house, switching off lights that Ellie and Delia had left on before going to bed. She had just gotten back from the night shift and it was eleven at night. She went to turn off the office lights but then froze. The computer screen was on, so Patsy stepped forward to examine what was up.
It appeared that Ellie was shopping for 'Doctor Who' merchandise online, and had left up the page to look again the next day. Curious, Patsy aimlessly scrolled down, viewing multiple costumes, all of which appeared very strange to her indeed.
But then a thought came to her.
Giddy, Patsy went up to the search bar and typed, 'Star Trek'.
Patsy leaned forward in surprise.
"Sold-out?!" she exclaimed hoarsely. The ginger then smiled grimly. Ha, 'Star Trek' WAS a good show!
She went to shut it off when she remembered Delia's upcoming birthday and thought, why not try and get her some Star Wars stuff?
Preparing for a long hour of looking through at mugs with references she did not understand, Patsy took on an expression of boredom as she scrolled down the choices, noticing how a lot of the costumes were also sold-out because of Comic Con.
Patsy stopped, her eyes zoning in on a photo.
What. Was. THAT?!
Patsy dry-swallowed before looking over her shoulder hurriedly, paranoid that someone was peering over her shoulder. Of course, no one was there.
The red head nervously clicked on it and stifled her gasp.
She glanced at the price.
Then at the number in stock. Only four units.
Patsy sighed heavily before closing her eyes. She wasn't ACTUALLY considering this, was she?!
Abruptly, the ginger clicked on 'add to my shopping cart' and decided she was going to hell anyway.
Patsy was a nervous wreck for the next few days, posting herself at the door, waiting for that dreaded mail truck to show up with its damning merchandise.
It came on Wednesday.
The ginger had rushed home that day, hoping to beat both her daughter and wife home. She found the box on her stoop, her name on the label, forever blackening her name with the purchase. Patsy looked around before hurriedly picking it up and rushing it into the house. Once inside, she hastily tore it open, terrified of what was in the box.
With trembling hands, she held up a piece of the clothing.
And then she dropped it, realizing Fanw had followed her into the kitchen, sitting and looking expectantly up at her.
Patsy looked desperately at the corgi.
"Don't tell anyone," she pleaded, gathering up the box and rushing it into her bedroom. Looking around wildly, she shoved it on the top shelf of her closet, and prayed no one would notice it.
Somehow, Saturday came about in a rather tame fashion, without any chance discoveries of Patsy's secret purchase. Before Ellie left for Comic Con, she gave her mam a card and a darling jewelry box before giving her a tight hug and a "Happy Birthday." Ellie had also managed to wrestle Fanw into a gray box, apparently making her look like a character called 'K-9', (whatever the hell that was).
When she shut the door, an odd silence fell around the house.
Delia hummed to herself, cleaning the cake dishes that they had just used. Trying desperately not to give herself away, Patsy gently wrapped her arms around Delia from behind before working the soapy plates from Delia's hands.
"The birthday girl is not supposed to work," Patsy said, pressing her lips on Delia's neck.
"Then what am I going to do with myself?" Delia chided playfully, making Patsy nervously swallow.
"Do you want to watch 'Star Wars'?" Patsy mumbled, suddenly lacking confidence. Delia blinked, clearly bewildered by this offer. She expected a flirtatious response, possibly even a pun of birthday suits, followed by a nice bottle of champagne and…well…
"Um…okay…" Delia said slowly, turning to look at her lover.
Patsy licked her lips and stared at her feet as she murmured, trying desperately to sound flirty, "Why don't you go start it, and I make some popcorn?"
She didn't sound flirty, she sounded like she was going to her grave.
'Jesus Christ' she thought, 'Get it together!'
"…alright, cariad," Delia said suspiciously, eyeing her before leaving for the living room. When she was gone, Patsy tip-toed up the stairs, and into their room.
Patsy huffed irritably as she twisted in the mirror for the sixth time, trying to manage a good angle.
"You look good," she muttered, readjusting the top slightly, "She'll love it, you look good."
Patsy's face fell.
Who was she kidding, she looked like a bloody idiot.
The metal-colored swirls that made up the top were very revealing, ending at her nipples. The shoulder straps came up and met at her neck forming a collar, and for the longest time she hadn't the slightest clue of how to put it on. The bottoms were the same color, with a front and back cloth that went down to her mid-thighs, and side barbs that projected out an inch or so.
She had no idea who she was supposed to be, but it better have been Delia's favorite character.
Patsy took a deep breath before marching over to the door and opening it. She had to leave now, before she had a chance to second-guess herself and change out of it. Trailing down the stairs and feeling extremely foolish, Patsy tip-toed into the living room.
Delia faced away from her, aimlessly scrolling through all of the 'Star Wars' movies on Netflix. Patsy stood there, suddenly too frightened to make her presence known.
She almost darted for the stairs.
Almost.
Instead, she gave a slight, choked cough that sounded as if it were coming out of a dying mouse.
Delia turned around, her expression that of mild impatience…
…and then her eyes widened to freakish proportions as her jaw dropped to its maximum extent in shock.
Delia sat there and stared at Patsy long enough for the ginger to back track.
"I'll go change then," Patsy mumbled hotly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Delia then seemed to find her voice.
"Pats!" she squeaked, her voice several octaves high.
The ginger stopped and gazed at the Welshwoman reproachfully.
"…you…you look…" Delia stammered hoarsely.
"Like a fucking idiot," Patsy bit back, staring at her feet and scowling at them.
"No!" Delia finally managed, realizing how vulnerable Patsy had just made herself, "Patsy, you look…Jesus… you are so damn HOT."
Patsy looked up and found Delia's gaze ravishing over her body.
"What?" Patsy whispered, not believing her ears.
"Pats…I…Oh my God…" Delia whimpered before staggering up and staring at Patsy in shock, "You are so fucking sexy."
"You…you like it?" Patsy asked, suddenly shy and bashful.
"'Do I like it?'?!" Delia echoed, approaching Patsy until her wide, shining eyes were staring at her in wonder, "Patsy, I LOVE it!"
Patsy warily smiled before saying timidly, "Happy birthday?"
Delia chuckled before dropping her voice huskily and breathing, "Patsy, do you know how beautiful you are? This is the best birthday present I have ever gotten."
At this Patsy snorted, "Well, hold on, what about that coffee machine I got you two years ago?!"
"I will take you any day," Delia smirked before glancing at Patsy from head to toe and licking her lips.
"You okay?" Patsy jibed light-heartedly.
What she was not expecting was her wife to briskly shake her head before reaching up and pulling Patsy's head down for a fiery, passionate kiss. Still in shock, Patsy was numbly tugged back to the couch, before she was thrown down on it and Delia pounced on her, her lips travelling down to her neck and chest as her fingers explored the costume. Out of all the ways she envisioned this unfolding, Delia going down on her was not a part of it.
"Oh my God, you are so fucking hot," Delia muttered heatedly as Patsy released a strangled gasp, the brunette dipping her mouth to suck on a pulse point on her neck.
"Do you even know who you're supposed to be?" Delia chuckled as the ginger helped her remove her shirt.
"A princess, right?" Patsy panted, drawing a shaky, husky laugh from the other.
"Yes, you're a princess alright," Delia said in a low tone, as she did that THING with her eyes. Patsy gulped.
Quirking a smile, the brunette began to trail kisses down Patsy's abdomen, her hands exploring the ginger's waistband as the other squirmed beneath her.
Suddenly Delia froze, her mouth only inches from where it was destined to be.
Patsy, whose cheeks were flushed as she panted with wont, gazed down at Delia in mild confusion.
"…Pats?" Delia asked slowly in a lilting tone.
"Yes?" Patsy asked dubiously.
"Did…did this come with a light saber?"