The sound of sleigh bells and twinkly music rudely penetrated the depths of Patsy's unconsciousness, joined shortly by an electric guitar and a ringing bell. And the volume was increasing.

Oh god no.

I feel it in my fingers,

I feel it in my toeeess.

"Valerie!"

Christmas is all around me,

And so the feeling growwwws.

A cackling over by the Christmas tree forced Patsy's eyes open. Val was stood next to the old hi-fi system, one finger on the volume knob, slowly turning it up. As everybody else began to stir and protect their ears with cushions and blankets, Patsy threw a glare and her pillow in the direction of the sound system, raising her voice over the music. "I swear to god Dyer, one year, just one year I would like to not be woken up by this shit CD!"

It's written in the wind,

It's everywhere I goooo.

Giggling to herself, Val carefully climbed back over a grumbling Barbara and headed back towards the door. "It's Christmas!" she shouted, flicking the light switch on and off repeatedly. "Everybody up! Get your arses downstairs!" And she was gone.

So if you still love Christmas,

Come on and let it snoooow!

Patsy flopped back down on the sofa, now very aware that at some point during the night Delia had managed to climb on top of her and, while hidden under the duvet, seemed quite content with her face pressed between Patsy's breasts. In fact, she seemed to be slowly undoing the buttons of Patsy's shirt with one hand, the other having found it's way under the fabric and was slowly creeping up her ribs. The red head rubbed her hands over her face in an attempt to hide the heat rising on her skin, listening intently as Barbara, Lucille and Cynthia scampered out of the room after Val, accompanied by the dramatic string section of that rotten song. An exaggerated groan and a lot of shuffling told her that Trixie had begrudgingly extricated herself from the recliner, pulling a jumper over her head as she shuffled after their friends.

"I'm going to kill Valerie one of these days!"

You know I love Christmas,

I always will

After peeking through her fingers to make sure they were actually alone, Patsy lifted the duvet and watched as Delia, eyes still closed, lazily kissed across the skin she had now liberated. "Happy down there?" Patsy asked on a sigh.

My minds made up,

The way I feel.

"Very happy," Delia smirked, locking eyes with Patsy, her nose brushing against her hardening nipple when she placed an open-mouthed kiss to the underside of Patsy's breast, causing the red head to gasp.

There's no beginning,

There'll be no end.

"Eurghh I can't do this," Delia muttered, startling Patsy as cool air breached their cosy little nest when Delia clambered off the sofa.

'Cause on Christmas,

You can deeepeeend!

Patsy sat up, holding the duvet to her exposed chest, momentarily stunned by the sudden change in events, and a little nervous she'd somehow upset the brunette. "Where are you going?"

"Turning off this piece of shit song!" Delia raised her voice as she strode across the room and punched the power button on the CD player. "There," Delia turned back to the sofa, crossing her arms over her chest. "Bill Nighy rather kills the mood, don't you think?"

"I'm pretty sure Val uses it to drive us out of the room every year." Patsy collapsed against the back of the sofa, running her hands through her hair and watching Delia detour towards the door.

"Well it worked," Delia smirked, shutting the door and leaning one hand against it. "We seem to be all alone up here."

Patsy's nostrils flared as she watched her girlfriends eyes darken, dainty fingers teasing at the drawstring of her pyjama bottoms.

"You know Pats," Delia glanced away from her coyly, "I don't want a lot for Christmas." Her fingers grasped a drawstring and gently pulled it from the bow. "There is just one thing I need."

When Delia bit her own lip between her teeth Patsy was certain her heart had actually started skipping beats. But when Delia eased the waistband of those cute and baggy pyjama bottoms over the swell of her hips, letting them drop to the floor, and then proceeded to step towards her proudly displaying a pair of red knickers with a sparkly mistletoe design on the front, Patsy's heart was no longer just skipping it was jumping rope!

"I don't care about the presents…"

Delia dropped to her knees in front of Patsy, throwing aside the duvet so she could lay her hands on Patsy's suddenly hyper-sensitive thighs. Oh shit.

"Underneath the Christmas tree."

The brunette's eyes flicked to Patsy's crotch with the filthiest smirk Patsy had ever seen. Patsy felt everything below her waist clenched and her breath caught in her chest. How the hell Delia could make her twitch with just a look she would never know and right now she didn't much care!

"I just want you for my own…"

Those beautiful, dainty hands slid searingly up Patsy's thighs and grabbed her hips, Delia drawing her torso along Patsy's legs until she could place a kiss on her exposed belly, sending a ripple of goosebumps across her skin. Patsy released a shaky breath. God she'd almost forgotten how exquisite a tease Delia could be. Her blood was rushing south so fast she was feeling distinctly light-headed, or was it the fact she was barely breathing?

"More than you could ever know."

Nimbly Delia climbed up Patsy's body, straddling her lap. The red head was by now thoroughly aflame and incapable of responding, mouth gaping as she watched this incredible woman intently watching her. Delia seemed to hover just a few inches above her, so tantalisingly close, heavy eyes flicking from Patsy's mouth to her eyes and back again.

"Make my wish come true…"

Delia tenderly grasped both Patsy's practically paralysed hands and placed them on her hips. The contact with Delia's silky soft skin sent a sizzle of electricity through Patsy's whole body, reawakening her muscles. She slipped her fingers underneath those delightfully festive knickers, caressing and then squeezing Delia's mouth-wateringly firm arse, pulling the Welshwoman more firmly against her, provoking a gasp from Delia as she canted her pelvis, pressing her regrettably still clothed body against Patsy's bare skin. And then Delia leaned down ever so slowly, licking her lips as their faces came inevitably closer. Patsy nearly growled in frustration when Delia suddenly veered off to the left, but instead had to bite back a groan when she felt a tongue firmly exploring her ear.

"Baby, all I want…" Delia whispered breathily against her ear, reclaiming one of her hands from her knickers and raising it between them.

"…For Christmas…" When Delia's lips wrapped around two of Patsy's fingers, eyes never leaving hers, she thought she'd explode right there and then, the warm wetness, the feeling of Delia's tongue rippling over her skin, it was just so so…

Delia released her fingers and this time drew Patsy's hand down to the front of her knickers, encouraging it below the waistband. "…Is…"

Patsy didn't need anymore encouragement as her fingers met coarse curls. She whipped her other hand up to the back of Delia's neck, pulling the woman into a searing kiss as her fingers crept further and further…

"You've got until the count of 3 to get yourselves decent before I come in there with an ice bucket!"

"Arghhhhhh! Fuck off Valerie!"

Delia collapsed against Patsy's shoulder, a frustrated whine escaping from her as she pulled Patsy's hand to a safe distance. All Patsy could do was grind her teeth and tug at her own hair.

"I'm serious," came the cockney drawl from the other side of the door. "1…"

Delia made a rather undignified roll off the sofa, grabbing for her pyjama bottoms while Patsy tried to get her shaking fingers to co-operate in doing up her buttons.

"…2…"

As the last button popped through the hole, Delia re-straddled Patsy's lap, pressing hard against her and pulling her into a desperate kiss which Patsy was more than happy to reciprocate. She had half a mind to take Delia back to her flat right now just so they could have some privacy.

"…3!" The door opened but the pair on the sofa really didn't care. "Christ sake your like a pair of teenagers!"

Reluctantly Patsy relinquished Delia's mouth, smacking her hands down against the sofa, genuinely wanting to throw a full blown paddy. "Four days. Four fucking days Val!"

Delia sullenly rolled off to the side, tucking her legs in tight and burrowing up against Patsy, blowing a lungful of air between pursed lips.

"D'aww," Valerie sauntered over to the sofa and squeezed Patsy's face between her palms. "You poor sex-starved widdle diddums!"

Patsy slapped the hands away. "Fuck you Dyer! You'd be bloody frustrated too if you knew what this woman can do."

Delia snorted beside her. "Settle down cariad." The woman glanced up at her coyly, running a finger along the waistband of her pyjama trousers, making Patsy shudder. "I'll do whatever you want me to tomorrow." Patsy was beginning to think today was going to be incredibly difficult to get through.

"Yeah anyway!" Valerie began to reach for Delia, before thinking better of it. "Are your hands clean?"

Patsy sniggered while Delia released an exasperated sigh. "Yes Val, we didn't have time to do anything!"

"Really? I thought you two were the Queens of Quickies?" Val winked.

Patsy and Delia groaned in frustration. "Stop rubbing it in Dyer!"

Valerie cackled as she grabbed Delia's hand and hauled her off the sofa. "Come on Delia, as newest member of the group you get first dibs on the jukebox's christmas songs."