Delia chewed her lip as she slowly poured the melted butter into the bowl resting on top of the saucepan of gently bubbling water, beating the contents as the hollandaise sauce came together. Thank god she'd practiced this 6 times over the last couple of weeks! It was Patsy's birthday, the first birthday they were celebrating as a couple, and her breakfast was going to be perfect.
"What are you up to?" asked an amused voice behind her.
The brunette nearly dropped the butter jug, her head snapping round to see Patsy leaning against the door frame. Wearing her uniform. "No!" she cried in dismay, setting down the jug and the whisk and turning to her girlfriend, wiping her hands on her pyjama bottoms. "No no no! You go and get back in to bed right now!" she insisted, pointing in the direction of Patsy's bedroom.
"I'm sorry darling," Patsy smiled at her apologetically, sauntering forward to drop a sweet kiss on Delia's lips. "I've got to get to work."
"Work? But you're not rota'd in until lunchtime!"
"I know, but we've got the new rotation of students starting today, I said I'd go in and sort things out," cringed Patsy. "I didn't realise you were planning anything…"
"That was the whole bloody point Patsy!" Delia whined, smacking her hands down against her thighs. "It's your birthday for Christ's sake, I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed—ah shit!" The Welshwoman dashed back to the stove, removing the saucepan from the heat and prodding the contents of the bowl with the whisk. The hollandaise sauce wasn't really sauce anymore. More like hollandaise lumps. It was probably still edible but wouldn't be the perfect presentation she'd been striving for. Sighing, she leant heavily on the counter.
Long arms wrapped around her waist and a warm body pressed against her back. "I really am sorry Deels," Patsy murmured, planting little kisses behind her ear. "I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise."
"No sweetheart," Delia sighed again, turning in the taller woman's arms. "You've got nothing to make up for. I just wanted to pamper you a bit this morning is all." She kissed her girlfriend soundly. "But I'll be having words with Phyllis about letting you do extra hours on your birthday."
Patsy smiled softly and kissed her back. "I don't deserve you Delia Busby."
"Oh shut up and kiss me woman."
The redhead obliged, wrapping her arms around Delia's neck before clutching at her shoulders when the smaller woman ran her tongue along her bottom lip.
Delia held her girlfriend tightly, perhaps a little too tightly as Patsy's tongue met hers. God she loved this woman, and damn it she'd been really looking forward to her plans this morning. She couldn't help the little groan of disappointment that rose in her throat.
"So," Patsy began breathlessly, "was breakfast the only thing you had planned?"
"Hell no," grumbled Delia, kissing her way across Patsy's exquisite cheekbone. "I'd intended to give you at least two orgasms to start your birthday off right."
She sucked Patsy's earlobe into her mouth, making the woman whimper.
"God I really wish you'd told me you were planning something."
"I'll bear that in mind next time," Delia growled, reclaiming Patsy's lips. The only thing she wanted to do was carry Patsy back to bed and treat her like a queen for fucks' sake! Her hands wandered down to the redhead's luscious bum and pulled her hard against her.
Patsy groaned. "Christ Deels!"
Delia knew she should stop winding up the redhead, she'd already said she had to get to work, but Patsy was responding so enthusiastically to everything she was doing…
"How long before you have to leave?"
Patsy groaned again. "We really don't have time to go back to bed darling."
"I gathered, but…" Grasping Patsy's waist she backed the woman up against the counter. "How about a birthday quickie to tide you over 'til tonight?"
"What? Here?" Patsy asked hesitantly, eyes wide.
Delia wasn't surprised by the cautious reaction. This was rather beyond their current level of sexual exploration. "There's no-one here. Nobody but us. I bribed Trixie to let us have the flat to ourselves this morning."
"Just so you could shag me in the kitchen?" Patsy queried with a raised eyebrow, her voice a mix of amused and scandalised.
The Welshwoman rolled her eyes. "So we wouldn't have to worry about being quiet. I've been dying to know what you sound like when you let loose."
Patsy chewed on her lip for a moment, her eyes darkening as she considered the proposition. She glanced towards the empty hallway, and then to the clock above the kitchen door. "All right. But it does have to be quick, I have to leave in 10 minutes."
"Understood," Delia quipped with a confidence that wasn't entirely justified. Quickies weren't really something they'd spent much time exploring yet, but she'd do her best!
Still kissing Patsy ardently as her girlfriend's hands wandered her back, she got to work on Patsy's uniform, rucking up her tunic to get at the fastenings on her trousers. Before long her trousers were pushed down to her knees, and wrapping her arms around Patsy's thighs Delia lifted her onto the counter.
"I can't believe we're doing this!" Patsy murmured into her mouth.
Though Delia could feel Patsy smiling against her lips she just wanted to check. "You sure this is ok?"
A grin spread across her face when Patsy simply nodded enthusiastically, shuffling to the edge of the counter and pulling Delia between her legs as she spread them further. Bloody hell Delia loved the way this woman could surprise her.
Almost of it's own accord Delia's hand wandered up a strong thigh and stroked Patsy's sex gently over her knickers, sighing at the heat that met her fingers through the fabric. She could only imagine how wet Patsy was as she continued to tease them both, carefully rubbing over the taller woman's clit.
Already Patsy's hips were rocking, seeking more pressure. "Time is of the essence darling!" she whimpered, pressing her face into Delia's neck.
Reminding herself that they could really get down to it tonight after work, Delia nudged aside the gusset of Patsy's knickers, biting down on her lip as her fingers met hot, slick flesh. "Did this idea get you excited sweetheart?" she cooed, gently circling the redhead's swelling clit.
"It's you that gets me excited!" Patsy mewled, still hiding her face even as she gripped Delia's shoulders tighter.
Well, Patsy certainly knew how to stroke a girl's ego, Delia mused, her fingers slipping lower to swirl in the well of moisture at Patsy's entrance. "Do you want me inside you?" she breathed against her girlfriend's ear.
"Please!"
Delia risked a glance at the clock. 9 minutes. Holding Patsy tight, she pressed two fingers into her, a muted cry escaping the taller woman as the walls of her sex squeezed around Delia's digits. "Don't hold back cariad, please!" Drawing her fingers almost all the way out of Patsy's body Delia thrust back in hard, her rhythm fast and relentless.
Patsy's fingertips dug into the muscles of Delia's back, whimpering and gasping right next to the Welshwoman's ear. Fuck she sounded amazing. But Delia wanted her louder. So she crooked her fingers, dragging the tips over Patsy's g-spot with every stroke.
"Oh god!…Deels!" Patsy exclaimed, one hand falling to the counter top for support as her hips rolled.
That was more like it thought Delia, her own body now throbbing. She picked up the pace, her knuckles slapping against Patsy's swollen sex, velveteen muscles twitching around her fingers…it almost felt like Patsy was close already! A bolt of heat surged straight to Delia's core as the hand that wasn't trying to keep Patsy upright tangled itself tightly in long dark locks.
When Patsy threw her head back with a particular exuberant cry Delia almost came on the spot. "Come on gorgeous, come for me darling," she whimpered.
The taller woman pressed her forehead to Delia's, and her sex began to squeeze rhythmically around thrusting fingers. The brunette couldn't tear her eyes away from the utter sexiness before her; Patsy's mouth hanging wide as little cries spilled from her, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration…it was nearly too much for Delia.
"Fuck oh fuck" Patsy groaned, the rocking of her hips growing stilted. "Delia…Delia Deliaaaahhhhhhhh!" The redhead's body went rigid, her spine straightening so violently she slipped right off the counter, Delia holding on tight in an attempt to keep her standing as Patsy gasped out her pleasure, convulsing and squeezing around Delia's unrelenting fingers.
Delia couldn't help groaning when Patsy crushed their lips together, the tautness evaporating from her girlfriend's body as they moved against each other. It was only when a hand gently grasped at her wrist that she stilled inside Patsy.
"Christ!" Patsy panted, glancing fleetingly at the clock, an eyebrow rising in surprise. "That was impressive darling," she giggled, and Delia couldn't help but join her, basking in the taller woman's euphoria.
But Delia really didn't want this to be over just yet. Quickly checking the clock herself, then raking her eyes over Patsy's gorgeous flushed face she came to a decision. "Still 6 minutes left…"
Patsy sighed, running a hand through her own hair. "As tempting as that sounds I really don't think—"
But Delia was already on her knees.
"Oh ok!" Patsy whimpered as Delia nudged her thighs further apart and pulled her knickers right over to the side, a skilled tongue immediately parting her folds and nimble fingers stroking inside her.
Of course Patsy was still incredibly sensitive, gasping and twitching above her but Delia was on a mission as she lapped gleefully at her girlfriend's sex, her flavour heavy and delightful on her tongue. Fuck she tasted so good. She sealed her lips around Patsy's clit, sucking gently, flicking carefully as her fingers tugged at her g-spot. A long low groan vibrated through the woman's body, and Delia could just make out Patsy's white-knuckled grip on the edge of the counter as her eyes drifted up the writhing body before her. She could feel tension thrumming through the woman's body, Patsy's teeth clenched and her face screwed up as though she was holding on for dear life, like it was all just a little too much. Muscles tightened around her fingers, Patsy bearing down until Delia could barely move, so she pressed as deep into her girlfriend as she could, while focusing on the swollen nub between her lips, rolling her tongue over it instead.
That seemed to do the trick, Patsy relaxing ever so slightly, just enough for her pelvis to rock tentatively against Delia's mouth.
"Oh god…just…please…there…keep…ahh ahhh…"
A strangled sob echoed around the kitchen as Patsy crunched forward, one hand falling to Delia's head for support, spasms rippling through her body.
Delia kissed tenderly across shaking thighs but found herself being hauled up by her shoulders, her mouth roughly wiped with her own pyjama shirt before being kissed desperately.
"You are going to be the death of me. I'm not going to be able to walk straight all day!" Patsy muttered between kisses, and Delia couldn't help grinning. "God you're smug," glowered Patsy, the kisses continuing as her hips pressed down against the palm of Delia's hand. "Though I suppose you've every right to be. You achieved your goal to start my birthday off right."
Far too aware that their time was almost up, Delia knew she was pushing it when she allowed her lips to drift down to Patsy's throat, the redhead sighing against her ear, before releasing a frustrated whine.
"I really have to go Deels."
"I know sweetheart," Delia cooed, refusing to acknowledge her own disappointment, but as she began to withdraw her fingers Patsy grasped hold of her wrist. "There'll be plenty more where that came from after work cariad, I promise."
Patsy's forehead dropped to Delia's shoulder, but she relaxed her grip enough for Delia to slip from her sex and rearrange her knickers, reluctantly reaching down to pull up her trousers.
She kissed Delia soundly again. "Rest assured, I'll be sorting you out tonight." Another kiss as she buttoned and zipped herself up. "I'll banish Trixie if I have to."
Careful to keep her fingers away from Patsy's uniform, the Welshwoman helped her girlfriend smooth down her tunic. Delia giggled as she found herself being lead towards the hallway by her lips, Patsy apparently unwilling to relinquish the contact as she fumbled blindly for her coat and then her bag.
"Delia I do have to go," the redhead grumbled into Delia's mouth.
"You better had then, I'm not stopping you," Delia chuckled.
"You just being you is stopping me." Patsy finally put enough distance between them to put the most adorable pout on her face. "Help yourself to the box under my bed. I don't want you frustrated all day," she murmured as she shrugged on her coat, gathering her keys and phone from the dresser by the door. With one last passionate kiss, she opened the front door. "I love you Delia Busby."
"I love you too annwyl," Delia grinned as she ushered her girlfriend out the door. "Have a good day sweetheart!" she called as Patsy strode off down the corridor towards the stairs.
Finally she shut the door, collapsing back against it with a huge sigh. It certainly hadn't been what she'd planned, but she couldn't be entirely disappointed about Patsy's birthday surprise. The only real downside was that she was left unbearably aroused, and with no-one to take care of it but herself. So she headed to the bedroom to explore Patsy's toy box.