Apparently tonight was the night. And though she was apprehensive, Delia wasn't half as nervous as she'd expected to be. Probably because this was Patsy.
The transition from friends to dating hadn't been the easiest for either of them, both terrified of fucking it all up and ruining the bond between them. But Patsy had been very sweet, constantly checking in to make sure Delia was okay with how things were going. Trying to find out if Patsy was also okay with everything proved far more challenging. "I'm fine Deels, truly," had become her stock response. It was a little bit infuriating.
They'd had a lovely night tonight though, starting with coffee at the Silver Buckle, followed by a showing of Turning Red at the cinema (Patsy was proving to be a big kid at heart), topped off with a saunter along the Thames Path, and fish and chips on a bench in the little park down the road from Delia's flat. The kiss they'd shared afterwards had been a bit vinegary, but Delia couldn't care less. Patsy's kisses sent a tantalising warmth all the way down to her toes, made her want to wriggle that little bit closer to the redhead.
They'd agreed to take things slow, ever since Delia had found Patsy pretending she wasn't crying in the smoking shelter because Delia was going on a date with a girl from admin, and had finally been persuaded to confess her feelings for Delia. They'd been extremely restrained given the unmistakable tension they'd both been denying practically since they met!
But that restraint was never going to last forever. She was ready if Patsy was, and if the way she was clutching at Delia's sides, how hard she was kissing, was any indication, she just might be.
So Delia broke the kiss. "Do you want to come back to mine?" she asked breathlessly, brushing her nose against Patsy's.
Patsy swallowed hard but otherwise kept quiet.
"I mean, I'd really like it if you came back to mine," Delia rushed, her stomach dropping in fear she'd finally gone and fucked it up. "But there's no pressure if you don't want to or you're not ready?"
Thankfully, Patsy met her eye, chewing her lip nervously. "Can I stay over?" she asked hesitantly. "I don't know about going any further than this yet, but I'd really like to spend the night with you."
A delighted smile threatened to split Delia's face. "You absolutely can," she declared, kissing Patsy sweetly.
And now they were on Delia's bed, fully clothed. They'd started out on their sides, face-to-face, Delia didn't want Patsy to feel pressured in any way, just kissing, hands softly wondering.
Delia had gasped when Patsy grabbed her bum, pulling her tight against her, followed by a delighted giggle when Patsy rolled them over and settled on top of her. She was more than happy to let the redhead take the lead.
"Is this okay?" Patsy murmured, her breath hot against Delia's face and her gaze intense.
"You need to ask that with the look on my face?" chuckled Delia, wrapping her arms around Patsy's neck. She laughed harder when Patsy rolled her eyes.
"I'd rather ask and be sure," Patsy insisted. "I don't want to —"
"—You don't want to fuck this up, I know cariad," Delia reassured, nodding. "This is very okay." It was more than okay. Having the taller woman this close, receiving her weight and being pressed into the bed was wonderful.
"Just tell me if I do anything you don't like," Patsy requested.
"Don't worry, I will, now please just kiss me Pats!" Delia insisted, pulling Patsy down, and she went willingly.
They continued to kiss for some time, the passion growing steadily between them. Patsy's hand crept down Delia's side, pausing to give the brunette's bum enough attention to make Delia draw a deep breath through her nose, before Patsy stroked firmly down her thigh, grasping her knee. Delia took the hint, wrapping her legs around Patsy's waist, her back arching and a whimper escaping her nose as Patsy's hips settled against her in exactly the right place. She clutched at Patsy's t-shirt, tugged at it. Her thought processes were growing clouded by her arousal. All she knew was she wanted to be even closer to Patsy… She wanted to feel the redhead's fair skin. So she tugged some more, pulling the shirt clear of the waistband of Patsy's perfectly fitted jeans. Patsy caught on, shifting and wriggling to help rid herself of the unwanted fabric. Before the garment had hit the floor, Delia's palms were on Patsy's back, fingers spread flat in an attempt to touch as much of her as possible.
Nuzzling Patsy's neck, Delia released a shaky sigh. Fuck, this just felt more right than it ever had with anyone she'd ever been with. Seeking out Patsy's lips once more, she now clutched at Patsy's back as the redhead rocked against her, goosebumps erupting across Patsy's skin when Delia's hands quickly descended, shoving past her waistband to grasp hold of Patsy's arse. Patsy groaned into Delia's mouth as the brunette cried out at that increased pressure. And suddenly Delia needed Patsy's jeans gone, she wanted to touch every inch of her, hoping she could make the redhead feel even half as good as she made Delia feel.
Shaking hands found and fumbled with the button on Patsy's waistband, Delia whining in frustration when her fingers wouldn't cooperate.
"Well, someone's eager," Patsy observed with a nervous giggle.
Delia looked up at Patsy. She didn't seem quite at ease. "Am I going too fast?"
If Delia had blinked she'd have missed the cringe that flitted across Patsy's face.
"Would it…would you mind if we slow things just a touch?" Patsy asked hesitantly.
"Of course we can sweetheart," Delia assured her girlfriend, stroking the taller woman's cheek. "I'm sorry, I got carried away."
"You've got nothing to be sorry about Deels." She kissed Delia sweetly. "I know it's frustrating –"
Delia shook her head. "It's fine Patsy, truly."
"Isn't that my line?" asked Patsy, squinting down at her, failing to hide a smirk.
An exasperated smile spread across Delia's face. Her new girlfriend could be so pedantic. "I just want you to be comfortable, so I'm happy to take this as fast or slow as you need."
Delia was gifted with the cutest little smile from the redhead. "Thank you," Patsy whispered as she settled over Delia again, leaning down to kiss her.
Even though the kiss was less intense, Delia could feel her ardour growing swiftly. Patsy was just that good a kisser. Still, she tried to tamp down her reactions, tried to arch less, tried not to hold on so tight. But the moment Patsy's fingers inched under her top and feathered across her skin she knew she was a goner, fire shooting through her entire body, provoking a high quiet moan from the brunette.
"Do you like that?" asked Patsy, and Delia could feel her smile against her lips.
"Yes," Delia groaned. "I always like it when you touch me."
"Good to know," Patsy chuckled, drawing her tongue teasingly across Delia's bottom lip."Do you want me to touch you more?"
"You can do whatever you want to me cariad!" Delia whimpered as Patsy spread her hand against Delia's stomach.
"That's quite an offer," purred Patsy, and she leant down to kiss Delia deeply, her hand moving higher and higher.
When Delia registered the slight coolness of the air against her skin as the fabric of her top was lifted, her breath caught, but not in anticipation. Her whole body tensed, knees locking against Patsy's hips.
Patsy's lips suddenly left hers. "Deels?"
Delia's mind went blank. She'd gotten so swept up in everything that she'd forgotten…
Her body reacted before her mind could work out what to do, hefting Patsy to the side and rolling with her to settle astride the taller woman's pelvis.
"Oh…Okay," Patsy exclaimed, no doubt bemused by the change of position, and probably more so by the fact Delia had pinned her wrists to the pillow. "Did I do something wrong?"
Delia tried to grin but she wasn't sure how convincing it was. "Just don't want to give you the impression I'm a pillow princess." She leant down to stroke her nose along the line of Patsy's jaw.
"Oh, well I…I wouldn't mind if you were –" A high whimper caught in Patsy's throat as Delia's lips painted wet kisses down the length of the redhead's neck. Delia felt Patsy clamp her legs together, her knees drawing up as she squirmed below the Welshwoman. So Patsy had a sensitive throat. Delia filed that away under useful information.
She continued her way down, teasing her tongue along Patsy's collarbone, making her arch. Delia was loving how responsive Patsy was. She wanted to know what else Patsy liked.
Gently she released one of Patsy's wrists, drawing her fingers down her arm. Patsy shivered, and Delia could feel the tension building in the body beneath her. Apparently the redhead was trying to keep as still as possible, her hands clenched into fists and her breaths shallow. Returning her lips to Patsy's throat, Delia's hand traced a line from Patsy's shoulder, across her collarbone, and down her sternum. The taller woman released a breath through pursed lips. Delia thought Patsy looked absolutely stunning as she hovered over her new girlfriend, her fingers stroking along the lacey trim of Patsy's bra. She allowed her gaze to drift down to Patsy's breasts, an area of her body she'd respectfully avoided looking at for as long as she could remember. They were just about perfect, plump and round, nestled in their padded cups, the left one slightly larger it seemed, and Delia found herself being drawn towards them.
She barely had to lean further to bring her lips into contact with the slope of Patsy's chest, and the moment they touched was like sparkles flaring down every nerve in her body, Patsy's too if the way she twitched under each kiss was anything to go by.
And finally, Delia's hands got to really participate, cupping Patsy's breasts and squeezing gently. The deep breath Patsy drew was unsteady, pressing her softness more firmly into Delia's palm.
"Is that good?" Delia murmured against Patsy's skin, delighted by the goosebumps it raised.
"Mhmm!" Patsy whimpered, her fingers flexing and her hips simply incapable of remaining still. "Um…maybe we don't need to go this slow?"
"As long as I get to explore you properly at some point that's fine," Delia chuckled, feathering her lips over the delicious swell of Patsy's breasts. "Is there something you want?" she purred, releasing Patsy's other wrist so she could squeeze and caress both of Patsy's amazing tits at the same time.
Patsy gasped at the increase in sensation, and her hands finally left the sheets in favour of clutching at Delia's shoulders, the brunette's top bunching between long elegant fingers. "I…oh God…" she groaned, arching under Delia. "I…I don't know Deels!"
"It's OK Patsy," Delia grinned, finally giving up her seat to lay over Patsy, her knee slipping between the redhead's thighs, providing her with some much-needed pressure. "Just give me a hint sweetheart."
Patsy's hand shot down to the hem of Delia's top, pulling it up swiftly. "I want to feel more of you Deels!" she panted, her pelvis rolling against Delia's leg.
A surprised giggle escaped the Welshwoman, but there was no delight in it as she grabbed and halted Patsy's hands. "Woah there cariad."
Trying to kiss any part of Delia she could reach, Patsy continued trying to coax up Delia's top. "I want to see you Delia, please," husked the redhead.
"Wait," muttered Delia, but the taller woman was too lust addled to hear her. "Patsy stop!"
Patsy stilled instantly, blinking up at Delia as though coming out of a daze. "What is it?" she asked stiltedly, and Delia could see the panic building quickly in her eyes but she could do nothing about it.
This was Patsy, so she knew she was safe, Patsy was the last person who'd judge her for this, she just didn't want her to see –
"Delia? Please talk to me darling."
Delia screwed her eyes shut and groaned. She just wanted the ground to swallow her up right now. "I'm sorry Patsy, I'm being totally ridiculous –"
"No no Delia, you're not being anything of the sort." Patsy moved to sit up but halted. "Do you want some distance or…?"
"It's okay, you can touch me," Delia reassured her quietly, resuming her position knelt over Patsy's hips, allowing Patsy to sit up and draw her carefully into her lap, her hands resting softly on the brunette's lower back.
"You don't have to tell me anything Deels, I just need to know what I did wrong so I don't do it again."
Delia could feel Patsy examining her face, and it was excruciating, frustration seething up inside her. "You did nothing wrong, like I said I'm being absolutely ridiculous." She felt a tear track down her cheek. As much as she wanted to comfort Patsy, and be comforted in return, she couldn't even look at her right now. "And now I've ruined everything!"
"Delia Busby you have ruined nothing," Patsy insisted, emphasising with the gentlest shake. "You haven't…I mean…Have you had a… a bad experience?"
Delia's eyes opened wide and she could see the heartbreak on Patsy's face. "God, no! No, Pat it's nothing like that I promise."
"Okay," Patsy sighed with relief. "Good, that's…that's good."
"Now I feel even more foolish, Patsy, I'm really sorry," Delia grumbled, her eyes down.
"Deels it's alright," Patsy cooed, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman, pressing kisses to her cheek. In response, Delia draped her arms over Patsy's shoulders and buried her face in her neck. "I just need to know…do you want to keep your clothes on? If you even want to continue?"
A quiet puff of laughter escaped Delia's nose. Damn it Patsy was almost unbearably sweet. "It doesn't have to be all of them" she quipped, coyly.
"Okay," chuckled Patsy, sitting up a little, her hand stroking soothingly up and down Delia's back. "Is it just your shirt you want to keep on?"
"Umm…yes?" Delia mumbled against Patsy's skin. "If that's okay with you?"
"It's absolutely fine with me." Patsy nudged Delia out of hiding, bringing a hand to the brunette's cheek and kissing her tenderly. Delia gladly kissed her back. "I just….umm…" The redhead glanced down, biting her lip.
"What is it cariad?"
"Can I…" Patsy hesitated, apparently searching for the right words. "Would you be okay…with me touching you over your shirt?"
The thought of Patsy's hands on her was apparently enough to stoke Delia's arousal back to life. She drew a deep breath. "Err…yes…I think I'll be okay with that."
The smile she received in response all but turned Delia into a puddle of mush.
"In that case, can I make you more comfortable darling?" Patsy asked softly, her eyes growing hooded as she hovered a teasing centimetre away from Delia's lips.
Delia swallowed hard, a multitude of scenarios blazing through her mind. "I dare say you're more than capable," she asked, chewing on her lower lip.
Patsy's smile turned into that cocky lopsided grin Delia loved so much, strong hands drifting up the brunette's back, and before Delia could blink her girlfriend had located and released the clasp of her bra.
"OK that was a little bit impressive," Delia conceded, Patsy helping her to slip the straps free of her arms and pulling the garment out of her sleeve.
"Not to gloat or anything," Patsy purred, "but I am rather dexterous."
Delia felt her face flame and her body throb at the idea of what Patsy's clever hands might be able to do to her. "Care to show me?" she croaked, her breathing unsteady.
"It would be my pleasure." Patsy drew her down into a passionate kiss and her hands moved to cup Delia's breasts through her shirt, squeezing and stroking them in some magical way that stole the brunette's breath and sent electricity straight to her centre.
That night Patsy made love to Delia for the first time. And Delia kept her top on.
A week later, Patsy sat in front of her mirror, preparing for work. A ridiculous little smile kept breaking out across her face. Delia had stayed over last night, and it had been wonderful. Sex with Delia was fun! More fun than it had been with 90% of the people she'd slept with before. And waking up in Delia's arms was just…the best. Patsy had been a little perturbed when Delia expressed her preference for being the big spoon, and it felt weird that first night, but actually waking up surrounded by her favourite person was truly lovely.
Delia had kept her T-shirt on again last night. And that was fine. It was totally up to Delia when, or even if, she wanted to reveal herself fully to Patsy. The redhead had a pretty good idea what was bothering Delia, but it wasn't her place to push. It didn't mean she wasn't dying to know what noises Delia would make if she could suck on the smaller woman's nipples. Delia seemed to like it when she tweaked her nipples through her shirt, but Patsy wanted to get her lips around them and flick them with her tongue.
Patsy blinked at her own reflection in the mirror. She wasn't wearing enough foundation to cover the red that had spread across her cheeks as a result of that line of thought. Taking a deep breath, she hoped her hands would be steady enough to do her eyeliner. She needed to get her head out of the gutter, otherwise this shift would be torture with Delia close enough to touch most of the day. Heck, if she didn't pull herself together they might not even make it into work!
When she was happy enough with her face and hair, Patsy left the bedroom and headed to the kitchen. Delia was a breakfast person, unlike herself, but she could manage a small bowl of porridge if it avoided another "Patsy, you're a nurse, you know breakfast is the most important meal of the day" lecture from her girlfriend.
Girlfriend. That absurd smile pulled at her lips again.
"Pats?"
The redhead halted two steps past the bathroom door. "Yes Deels?" she called back.
"Could…could you come in here for a moment?" Delia asked hesitantly.
"Yes of course." Patsy gently opened the door and received a faceful of steam. All the hot water was gone then. "Everything alright darling?" she asked, averting her eyes from the towel-wrapped figure in front of the mirror.
"Yeah I'm fine," Delia assured her, turning her back to the redhead. "Can you check this for me? I can't tell if it's a spot or not."
Coming up close to Delia's back, Patsy followed her finger to a small irritated patch of skin. "Looks like eczema or psoriasis to me Deels."
The smaller women's shoulders slumped with a groan. "Not another one!" Delia whined.
"I'm afraid so darling." Patsy ran her finger over the patch, no bigger than a regular acne spot, so she could see why Delia hadn't been sure, but it was dry to the touch. "Do you have ointment for it?"
Delia sullenly passed the white tube over her shoulder. Calcipotriol. Psoriasis then, as Patsy had expected. She dabbed a tiny amount of the ointment onto Delia's skin. Then she spotted another patch peeking out from the edge of the towel. "Want me to do this one as well?" she asked nonchalantly, just glancing up at Delia through the mirror. The brunette's lips were pursed, and all she managed was a small nod. So Patsy administered to the other patch as well. "Anymore while I'm here?"
With a petulant grumble, Delia dropped her head back, a noise that could've been an affirmative escaping her mouth.
"What is it Deels?" she asked her girlfriend, lightly placing her hands on the Welshwoman's shoulders, ignoring the tingle that ran through her at the contact with the new skin.
She was grateful, though a little surprised, when Delia let herself fall back against her. Patsy watched Delia through the mirror as she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman's middle, but Delia avoided eye contact, instead scowling at the ceiling. Rather than push, Patsy just held her.
Eventually, Delia sighed. "I wanted my skin to settle down before you saw me like this."
Patsy managed to suppress the chuckle that wanted to escape her. She didn't want Delia to think she was making fun of her. "Oh darling, do you really think a bit of psoriasis is going to bother me?"
"I know it doesn't bother you but it bothers me!" Delia exclaimed, hiding her face in her hands. "Besides, it's not just a bit, it's a lot! It's all flared up again."
"I see," said Patsy, placing a kiss on Delia's temple and rocking her gently from side to side. "Is all this between us stressing you out?"
"No! "Delia insisted, her hands leaving her face so she could look Patsy in the eye. "At least…not badly, I guess just a standard sort of new relationship stress but it's OK –"
"Darling it's alright," Patsy interrupted with a small smile, nuzzling up against the side of Delia's face. She couldn't help thinking they made quite a pretty picture, even if Delia was only clad in a towel. Then again, Delia would look stunning in a potato sack! "I'd be worried if this wasn't stressing you out at least a little bit. We've got a lot riding on this, it's a big change for both of us."
"I know," Delia muttered, toying with Patsy's hands at her waist. "I just wanted to look good for you."
Now Patsy allowed herself to scoff. "Delia Busby! You look more than good, you look fucking delicious!" She playfully tugged on Delia's earlobe with her teeth, and gave her a squeeze for good measure, the brunette squealing with delight as one hand reached up to tangle in red hair. "Seriously though, is that why you want to keep your shirt on?"
Delia nodded soberly. "There's a big patch between and under my boobs." The smaller woman pulled up her towel a little. Patsy wasn't sure if it was an unconscious move or not. "It's not as bad as the one on my shin, but it still looks pretty minging."
Patsy again held back the chuckle provoked by Delia's choice of words. She'd seen the brunette's shin plenty of times when they changed in the locker room. Apparently it started after Delia walked into a trolley at the beginning of her nursing degree and had never entirely gone down, the patches growing and merging during the most stressful periods of Delia's life. "Nothing about you could ever be minging darling. But I do understand. It's up to you if you ever want to show me." She smiled at Delia through the mirror, receiving a bashful grin in return.
"Thank you," Delia mouthed more than said, just watching Patsy, and Patsy was very content to do the same.
Except they needed to get to work.
"In the meantime," Patsy started, releasing Delia and standing up straight. "May I help you with these?" she asked, examining Delia's back. "I imagine some of these must be hard to keep track of, never mind reach."
"Actually, if you're sure you don't mind," winced Delia, "that would help a lot."
"I don't mind one bit," Patsy chirped, coaxing the towel a little further down Delia's back before dropping a lingering kiss on the nape of Delia's neck. She wasn't sure if it was the fresh exposure of skin or the kiss that made Delia shiver, but Patsy put that out of her mind as she picked up the tube and got to work on the big and small patches that littered Delia's back.
It had been a wonderful evening. Delia and Patsy had both avoided the alcohol, they were on the early the next day, but they were both high on romance and friendship. Barbara and Tom's engagement party had been quintessentially them; a garden party with barbecue, deck chairs, bunting and tablecloths. It was also the first party Delia had attended as Patsy's girlfriend.
Now Delia stood in front of the bathroom mirror, unpinning her hair. Her mind kept flashing back to a host of little moments since they finished work, got to the party, enjoyed the party, left the party…Let's just say that Patsy had been the doting partner the whole evening, 10 times more so than she usually was in public, even at this early stage of their relationship. It almost felt like Patsy was proud to have her on her arm, that she wanted to show her off. And on the way back to Patsy's flat, she's been surprisingly tactile. So much so she'd gotten Delia all hot and bothered.
That's why Delia had retreated to the bathroom as soon as they got in. She had every intention of sleeping with Patsy tonight, if the redhead wanted to, but she just wanted to cool things down a little. She wasn't ready for sex to just be all wham bam thank you ma'am, she needed things to be more intimate, sweeter, intentional. Just for a little while longer. She had no problem with the sex getting a bit wild mid session, she just felt a quick shag against the front door because they'd gotten each other horny as fuck en route wouldn't do their self-esteem any good at this point.
Didn't mean she didn't want to strip Patsy to the skin and make her come really really hard!
Taking a deep breath, she dug a small hairbrush out of her shower bag and ran it through her thick chocolate locks.
The bathroom door creaked behind her, and Delia watched Patsy creep through the gap, watching her, still half hidden behind the door.
"Hello beautiful," Patsy said softly, the sweetest smile on the redhead's face.
Delia smirked. "What do you want?" she asked playfully, putting away the hairbrush and pulling out her make up remover.
"Nothing much," Patsy shrugged casually, sauntering up behind the brunette and placing her hands on Delia's hips.
Delia couldn't help licking her lips as she watched her girlfriend through the glass. She looked absolutely stunning. Her hair was loose, tucked behind her ears, her lipstick delectably red, her blouse unbuttoned far enough to just reveal her cleavage and knotted at the waist, leaving a teasing hint of skin above her high waisted jeans. As always, Patsy's trousers looked like she'd been stitched into them. Patsy had a heap of gorgeous pairs of trousers that made her bum look absolutely incredible.
"Nothing much eh? That means you want something cariad," she pointed out.
"Just wanted to check you're okay, I suppose?" Patsy offered, flipping Delia's hair over her shoulder so she could rest her chin on it. "I might have been having some difficulty keeping my hands to myself," she grimaced.
"You don't say?" Delia chuckled incredulously, guiding Patsy's hands to link around her waist.
"I know, I'm sorry," Patsy grovelled, placing little kisses on Delia's neck. "Did I push too far?"
"No Pats, you were absolutely delightful," Delia grinned, caressing Patsy's cheek. "Though you made Barbara and Shelagh blush a couple of times."
"Well it's not my fault, what was I supposed to do with the sexiest woman in the world by my side?" asked Patsy, drawing her hands teasingly up Delia's front, as her lips met the brunette's neck.
The fire that flooded through Delia's body made her gasp. Watching Patsy like this was…surprisingly erotic! Her eyes were closed but she was obviously concentrating as she ardently explored Delia's body. The brunette held her breath as Patsy's hands neared her breasts…and then retreated again. Oh cripes Delia was so turned on right now! And she really wanted Patsy to play with her boobs! Her fingers slipped into red hair, curving around the back of Patsy's head as the taller woman continued to lavish open mouth kisses up-and-down Delia's throat. Her hands began to inch up again, her thumbs brushing the underside of her boobs…And then one hand continued up Delia's raised arm while the other wrapped around the Welshwoman's waist.
The disappointed whimper that escaped Delia was involuntary, but it made Patsy open her eyes, and another bolt of heat shot through Delia as they made eye contact through the mirror.
"Are you okay darling?" Patsy asked, breath hot and heavy against Delia's neck.
Delia gulped. "Mhmm!"
The corner of Patsy's mouth twitched up into a lopsided smile. "Are you enjoying this?" Her voice was low and husky, her hands starting to move ever so slowly. "Do you like watching me touch you?"
The only thing that Delia could do was bite down on her lip. The tension between them was electric.
Patsy's hands descended past Delia's waist, past her hips, eventually stopping at her thighs, where she dug in her fingers as they ascended again, rucking up Delia's pretty, sparkly dress with them. "Do you want me to touch you more?"
Delia sighed unsteadily and her knees turned to jelly. "Yes," she breathed.
"Here?" asked Patsy, cupping Delia's sex.
The gentle touch was so teasing that Delia had to clutch the sink to stay upright, cheeks flooding with colour. Patsy would soon find out how embarrassingly wet she'd gotten her. The fabric of her dress lightly scratched at her thighs as Patsy gathered it up. God she was throbbing! So ready to be touched! And then Patsy pressed her fingers to Delia's clit, over her knickers. Delia's breath caught, mostly due to that perfect pressure but also because of the hunger painted across Patsy's face, the redhead's gaze heavy, her eyes hooded, biting gently at her lower lip.
When her fingers moved Delia just about came on the spot she was that riled up. But her bravery was rising alongside her arousal. "Patsy unzip my dress please!"
"Huh?" Patsy asked, straightening up.
"My dress," Delia panted, reaching over her shoulder to try and reach the zip. "Please unzip it!"
"Err…OK." The taller woman's hands left Delia's body, releasing the hook at the top of her dress before tugging down the zip.
Delia saw the moment Patsy realised what was going on, her eyes locked onto the skin she'd only seen in order to tend to the brunette's skin condition. "Wait Deels, are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, her hands respectfully held clear.
"I am completely sure," Delia nodded, despite the butterflies in her belly. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves. "I want to be closer to you," she breathed, rolling her dress down, shoving it over her hips to leave her standing there in only matching black lace.
Patsy's wide eyes surveyed her back before flicking to their reflections in the mirror, her breathing deep and reverent as she took in the uncharted territory of Delia's body. It made Delia tingle, even though she tried not to let her eyes drift to the angry red skin between her breasts. Instead she locked eyes with her girlfriend through the glass.
"Do you want to be closer to me cariad?"
In just a breath, Patsy had discarded her shirt and bra. Delia didn't think she'd ever seen the redhead move so fast! And now, as Patsy wrapped her arms around her, her front flush to Delia's back, she didn't think anything had ever felt this right.
"Is this okay?" Patsy asked, pressing kisses to dark hair.
"It's perfect," Delia groaned, leaning back into Patsy's embrace, turning her head and seeking out those luscious red lips.
Patsy kissed her passionately, and Delia's need to be touched returned with a vengeance. So she placed Patsy's hands on her lace covered boobs. The taller woman whimpered into Delia's mouth, then gave the brunette's breasts a gentle squeeze, making Delia arch just a little, her bum pressing against Patsy's pelvis. So the redhead squeezed a bit harder, gladly swallowing the resulting moan from Delia.
Delia couldn't decide if the sensation was teasing or not. She could feel the wonderful warmth of Patsy's hands through the barely existent fabric, her insides squirming as Patsy's thumbs lightly swept over her nipples. There was only one thing for it. Reluctantly breaking the kiss she scrambled at her bra straps. Patsy caught on quicker this time, unclipping the back and untangling Delia from the unwanted undergarment, her hands returning as quickly as they could to Delia's now bare breasts.
Delia's breath caught in her throat as her hands covered Patsy's. There were a lot of sensations going on right now. Patsy was covering her shoulder and throat with hot wet kisses, redhead's nipples hardening against her back, her pelvisrolling against Delia's bum. That would probably have been enough, but she could feel every millimetre of Patsy's palm on her sensitive skin; every callous, every patch of dry skin, the cracks on some of her knuckles, even the spot were Patsy rubbed at her ring finger with her thumb when she was stress smoking.
Patsy was kneading Delia's boobs like they were the first pair she'd ever gotten her hands on, gently tweaking or twisting her nipples as she squeezed, and Delia felt herself growing wetter. Oh…fuck!
"Patsy!" Delia panted, her entire nervous system singing. "Cariad I need you!"
Thankfully Patsy was a mind reader this evening, and while one hand remained busy with her boob, the other dropped below her waist, pushing aside those pretty lacey knickers. Delia caught a brief glimpse of Patsy's fingers raking through the triangle of dark hair at the apex of her legs, before they parted her and Delia's eyes slammed shut. The pressure on her clit was light but damn it she was so ready. She whimpered as Patsy explored lower, taking a white knuckled grip on the sink when long fingers swirled at her entrance.
"Oh goodness Deels," Patsy groaned next to her ear, sending a shiver through the brunette. "Is that all for me darling?"
Delia drew in ragged breath. "I don't think anyone else could get me quite so worked up sweetheart!"
"Worked up, eh?"
Delia pried her eyes open again, only to find Patsy smirking at her.
"Well if it's my fault I should probably do something about it." After making sure her fingers were well wetted, Patsy returned to Delia's clit, rubbing gentle circles around it.
Leaning back against her girlfriend, Delia sighed, little fluffy ripples of pleasure drifting along her limbs.
"Alright?" breathed Patsy.
"Uh huh," Delia moaned, breathing deeply while she still could. "Just to warn you…I might not last very long."
She felt as much as heard Patsy chuckle. "That is more than fine by me," she informed the smaller woman, her thumb beginning to sweep tantalisingly over Delia's now erect nipple.
Every brush sent a fizzy sensation straight down to the brunette's sex, making her whimper. Fuck, Patsy was good at this. She was transfixed by the sight of Patsy's hand working between her legs. It was really really hot! Seeing every move Patsy made then translate to a pleasurable sensation within her body was absolutely fascinating. Her abdomen was starting to tighten as Patsy gradually increased her speed and pressure, the redhead's mouth hanging open, her breath hot and heavy against Delia's neck, also unable to take her eyes off the show playing out in the mirror in front of them.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you are Delia?" she asked, looking the brunette dead in the eye as her arm seemed to vibrate she was working it so hard.
Delia cried out at the intensity of it, clutching the sink with one hand while the other fell behind her, scrambling for a hold on Patsy's leg.
"Tell me if you need something different," Patsy said.
It slightly broke the spell, but Delia was somewhat grateful. She was well on the way with Patsy's technique, and would absolutely get there if they continued…But she slightly favoured something else. "Mmm…F…F sidew…," Delia panted.
She watched Patsy's head jerk back in confusion, her hand slowing to a stop. "Did…did you just ask me to fuck you sideways?!"
Giggles rose fast in Delia's chest, and Patsy apparently needed to join in, holding Delia tight and hiding her face in her thick dark hair. The taller woman could be so stinking cute sometimes, Delia thought, reaching up to run her fingers through Patsy's coppery locks.
"Maybe later sweetheart," Delia chuckled, very aware the sexual tension had been shattered. That wasn't a bad thing, sex didn't have to be taken too seriously. "Do you mind if I show you cariad?"
Patsy hummed against her ear, making Delia squirm. "By all means darling," she purred, tracing the shell of Delia's ear with the tip of her tongue.
Delia whimpered, pressing back against a girlfriend. Releasing the sink, she teased her fingers down Patsy's forearm, covering the redhead's hand with her own, capturing her middle two fingers. "Just like this," she murmured, guiding Patsy's fingers back to her clit, and encouraging them to stroke from side to side.
"Ahh, that kind of sideways," Patsy grinned, watching their reflections avidly. She increased the pressure just a little. "Like this?"
"Mhmm!" Delia whined through pursed lips. Patsy really did have a knack for this. "Just like that." She surrendered her weight to the redhead, trusting that Patsy would keep her safely upright as the pleasure coursed through her limbs, turning her legs to jelly.
She felt like a kettle coming to the boil, heat suffusing her body, pressure building inside her. When Patsy sped up Delia's eyes slammed shut and the cry that erupted from her was like a release of steam. Her toes curled against the floor tiles, one hand latching onto the arm Patsy held around her waist, the other tightening in red hair. Energy roiled in her abdomen. She was going to come…she was going to come really hard!
"Fuck you're so beautiful!" Patsy whimpered against her ear, her voice tight. "Open your eyes Deels…I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come!"
Delia's eyelids wanted to scrunch up, not open, so it took a lot of effort and concentration just to peep at their reflections. Her face was flushed, her mouth hanging open as she panted and writhed against the taller woman.
Not exactly sexy as far as Delia was concerned. The wanton fascination in Patsy's eyes however, the look of absolute hunger on her face…Delia bit down on her lip as a bolt of electricity shot to her pelvis, muscles tightening, her sex squeezing hard.
"Pats…I…" she gasped, just before her hips bucked, accompanied by an ascending cry, her pelvis rolling frantically against Patsy's busy fingers as her orgasm swept through her. Pulling at the back of Patsy's head, she turned to capture her lips, whining moans escaping the brunette's nose as she convulsed relentlessly. The redhead seemed determined to draw out this climax, her fingers still quick against Delia's clit as her other arm tightened around the Welshwoman's waist. That was what allowed Delia to surrender to the euphoria Patsy had let loose in her body.
Patsy made her feel safe, like her pleasure was the only thing that mattered in this moment, however long the moment lasted and so she indulged in Patsy's touch; the fingers between her legs, the arm holding her close, the press of her breasts to Delia's back, and the lips devouring hers. It was a heady mass of sensations that contributed to one of the most intense orgasms of Delia Busby's young life. It was only when she literally couldn't take anymore, when her legs were shaking so hard she couldn't support herself and was at risk of toppling them both over that she pathetically swatted at Patsy's hand, relinquishing the redhead lips and gasping down much needed oxygen.
"Can't…can't take any more!" she mumbled as Patsy wrapped her now free arm around her, taking all her weight. Delia sank into her girlfriend's strong arms, her chest heaving as she tried to get her breath back.
Patsy, for her part, seemed entirely content to just hold Delia, turning gently from side to side, placing light kisses along Delia's hairline.
Eventually, Delia sighed. "Cripes."
Patsy chuckled. "See what I mean? Beautiful."
Delia opened her eyes only to roll them. "If you say so sweetheart."
"I do say so," said Patsy, giving her a squeeze." Unless you're calling me a liar?"
Turning to Patsy's reflection with the intention of glowering at her, Delia caught sight of their joint reflection first. They were both practically glowing. It could just have been the way the light caught the layers of sweat over their faces, but Patsy looked absolutely stunning, just radiating happiness and, dare she think it, love. Tearing her eyes from the statuesque redhead behind her, she allowed herself a moment to appraise her own appearance. She actually look quite pretty, despite her dishevelled state and patchy skin.
"Liar is too strong a word for it," she smirked. "But I will admit we make a cute couple."
"Well I'm not going to argue with that," grinned Patsy, kissing Delia's cheek.
Delia felt all warm and bubbly inside. She still couldn't quite believe this incredible woman wanted to be with her. Yet here they were. Stroking Patsy's cheek, Delia turned her head so she could see Patsy with her own eyes. The sight of her, combined with her proximity made her heart skip. "Just so you know," she murmured, closing the distance between them incrementally, "You're the beautiful one around here."
But just as her lips should have met Patsy's, the taller woman pulled back just a touch, an impish grin on her face. "Let's just call it a tie, shall we?"
"Only if you kiss me," Delia purred, and almost instantly Patsy's soft lips were pressed to hers.
The kiss was so tender it sent shivers through the brunette. How did kissing Patsy feel so right? Turning in the woman's embrace, Delia draped her arms over Patsy's shoulders, fingertips stroking through the baby hairs on the redhead's neck.
Patsy drew in a deep breath, and for the first time Delia felt Patsy's breasts pressed to hers without a cloth barrier. She hummed her approval against Patsy's lips. Their bodies even fit together ridiculously well.
The kiss remained languid, but the heat in it gradually ramped up, hands roaming more ardently. Of course Delia had been in the new relationship stage with other people before, but the intensity she felt with Patsy took her breath away. Given the opportunity she'd take Patsy to bed and keep her there, the rest of the world be damned. She really couldn't get enough of the woman! And finally feeling all of Patsy's skin against hers was just…just…just the best!
She nearly fell forward when Patsy broke the kiss, and it took her eyes a moment to focus as they both gulped down air. Patsy's cheeks and ears were pink, her pupils blown and her lips swollen. Delia's nostrils flared as she took a deep breath. Her girlfriend looked absolutely delicious.
Patsy swallowed hard. "Can I take you to bed Deels?" she asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," breathed Delia, leaning in to resume the kiss. But something was nagging at her…Oh. Right. She dropped her head with a frustrated whine. "Just let me…you know, sort my skin first."
The amorous sheen left Patsy's eyes and she turned serious. "Would you like a hand?"
Delia shook her head. "You can put that hand to better use later," she grinned, flicking an eyebrow suggestively. Patsy just rolled her eyes, the corner of her mouth twitching. The smaller woman gently removed Patsy's hands from her body. "Go on, I'll be quick."
"Take as long as you need," Patsy murmured, holding Delia's chin between thumb and forefinger, drawing her forward till they were only breath apart. "I can be patient when the occasion calls for it."
With a gentle tug from Patsy their lips met, and Delia barely suppressed the whimper the move elicited. Thankfully the kiss was brief, or her knees would've given up again. But it still left her dazed. Or maybe that was the salacious look on Patsy's face as she stepped away. So the cheeky smack on the bum shocked a yelp out of Delia, her whole body tensing. She had to take a deep breath to calm her body's reaction.
"…Pats?"
The redhead stopped with her hand on the door and turned to her. "Yes?"
"Please don't…umm," Delia stammered, words failing her and adding to her frustration. "Can you please…not do that?" She hated the frown that marred Patsy's beautiful face, but she needed to be honest from the outset.
"Don't do what Deels?"
The last thing Delia wanted to do was upset her girlfriend so she needed to make this quick before Patsy panicked. "Please don't smack my bum," she said, rubbing her forehead. This could be an overreaction. "You can grab it, squeeze it, pat it, even pinch it but please don't smack it," she rattled off, avoiding Patsy's gaze.
"Received and understood darling," Patsy purred right by her ear, making Delia jump, and pressing a kiss to her cheek, giving her bum a gentle pat before leaving the bathroom.
Stunned, Delia watched her go. A delighted giggle followed. Of course she could trust Patsy.