PART TWO
We sat there in silence as we both sipped at our Advocaat. With Pats occasionally glancing at me. I did wonder what was going through her mind. She seemed to go off in deep thought as she cast her gaze around my room. As I moved to scratch an itch on my knee, She suddenly broke the still of the quietness.
'Did you know that when I first saw you, I don't think my heart had ever beaten so fast in my life.' She confessed with a breathy sigh as she brought the glass up to her lips for another drink. Rising slightly from my lolled position against the headboard, I looked at her. It felt like a million butterflies were running amuck inside my stomach at her sweet admission. Though, Just as quickly as she had spoken with such openness, her next words were typical of my beloved Patsy. 'What did you have for breakfast this morning?' I couldn't help but grin. Who else would switch a flow of conversation like that? 'I had porridge oats, with two scoops of strawberry jam. And you?' I replied.
'Strawberry jam on toast.' She smiled at me so warmly that I just had to grab her hand.
Taking that as an encouraging sign, she moved across the bed. So now she was spooned up tight against me as we lounged. 'Pats?' I spoke gingerly as if my words were to be given any weight at all that they would somehow dissolve. I longed for her to tell me more of how she truly felt about me. I knew she loved me. That I was the most important person in the world to her but it was nice to hear it from her lips sometimes. Especially on the rare chance that we got to be alone. Usually the look in her eyes was more than enought to suffice in a crowded space. It was a very secret language that me and Pats only knew.
Her love is more valuable to me than any gold or hoard. It's just how can love grow and flourish when it has to bloom in the darkness? These questions were all rattling around my brain. I tried to push the doubts and uncertainties aside. I wanted to hope. I needed to believe. After all it was never my feelings for my Pats in question. It was everyone else and their unpleasant views on our kind of love.
'You know I am deeply sorry about the film Deels.' She seemed genuinely sorrowful about it but that wasn't on my mind at that second.
'Was it good?' I huffed, backing out on talking about what was troubling me. 'It had Barbara on the edge of her seat. She did keep on turning to me, whispering what she thought would happen next. Until Trix, told her to Shh!' She recalled with a half smile.
'Glad somebody enjoyed it.' She quickly glanced at me, her smile fading instantly thinking she had upset me again.
'Deels. I do hate it so when you're upset with me.' She squeezed my hand tighter in her own. I also hated when we were cross with one another.
'There is something that could cheer me up?' I said as she suddenly became more energized, 'Yes?' She briskly leaned in closer.
'Would you put another record on?' I smiled as she rolled her eyes. When she was just about to get up, I pulled her back with a loud giggle.
'That does it Deels!' She whimsically sounded as she went right for my most ticklish spot on my ribs. 'Pats?...Pats.' I tried to reason as her fingertips did her work. Finding myself, on my back, wriggling down the bed trying to escape her as I found myself doing a belly laugh. My Pats had soon found her way on top of me in all her mischievousness. Straddling me now, I could feel her hips moving against mine as her tickling moved to under my arm. 'Pats...please.' I cried out with such laughter as tears filled my eyes.
'Okay. I'll stop.' She raised her both hands in the air until a devious smirk came across her lips and she dove for my ribs again. In a flurry of laughter, I needed to breathe. Panting slightly, she stopped her fun but who was I kidding I was rather liking it. Seeing fun Pats.
Catching my breath, it was my turn for a random thought, 'Pats do you remember the hospital laundry room?' Looking down at me with a quizzical eye, she nodded, 'Yes. All those clean sheets?'
Running my hand up and down her sides, I went on, 'Do you remember feeling my bum in there?' I went a little coy as I was suddenly more aware of her still sitting on top of me now. 'Yes. Which time in particular are you referring too sweetheart?' Her voice was more husky, laced with desire and I noted she had slipped in a 'sweetheart' too. Always nice to hear.
'The very first time. Could you recall it for me?' I double blinked staring lovingly into her big blue eyes, 'With words.' I quickly added not to confuse her wandering hands. 'Well my wonderful Delia... It was not long after our first kiss, and you just simply couldn't help yourself and you followed me into the laundry cupboard...' I had to stop her because it was the other way around. She in fact followed me in there!
'Nurse Mount, do tell it right. You know you sneaked in after me.' I giggled as she leaned closer to my face.
'Hmm..I believe I did. You were bending over to the lower shelf and I simply could not help myself. You looked so inviting that my hands wound
up about your backside.' She too chuckled.
'I think I went as red as your hair but you were a blonde back then.' I pecked her cheek with a kiss.
With another chuckle, I saw a glint in her eyes. I knew where her hands were headed, back on my ribs! Trying to squirm free as the tickles reined down, I writhed a bit too much and I heard a cracking noise coming from my shoulder. 'Ow!' I called out through a giggled haze. Instantly stopping her movements, she climbed off of me, with concern, 'Oh Deels. Are you alright?'
The distress in her tone was very sweet as I rubbed at my arm. Explaining to her that I jerked my arm at work, pushing a bed back to the ward. I must say, I felt a warm feeling inside when the caring nurse in her came out as she was examining my shoulder.
'I've always told you that you need to be more careful. You're strong, but those darn beds are cumbersome.' She told me in a stern but caring fashion.
'Thank you, nurse Mount.' I smiled as she let my arm go.
'You're quite welcome, Deels.' She bibbed my nose with her finger.
As I moved forward, I felt a jolt of pain and a little cry escaped again. Looking as she, shuffled backwards, sitting with crossed legs, Patsy patted the space on the bed in front of her. Doing as instructed, I sat. Soon feeling her hands massaging my shoulders, I closed my eyes. It did feel rather relaxing have her kneading away at my tense muscles. She told me as much, 'You're poor shoulders are all taut.'
'Most likely yours are too sweetheart, with how hard you work.' I praised and I didn't need to turn my head to know that she was smiling. My Pats really did work hard. 'No more than you.' She replied her tone filled with pride.
'You should probably take your shoes off if we're not going out. Then you can really relax.' She added as I was losing myself in her movements. Turning my head slightly at her words, she uttered quickly, 'Unless you've changed your mind?' Leaning more into me as she spoke.
'Do you want to go out?' I think we both knew that I really didn't but I had to ask. As it was her night off too and I would of happily gone out with her if she had wanted too. Not to the picture house though!
'I'm rather enjoying just being here with you if I'm honest.' She kissed my cheek. Cupping my hand over hers as it rested on my shoulder, I had to agree. 'Only thing is though, we have no food in here.' I pondered.
'We could sneak into the kitchen area?' She pecked another kiss to my neck this time. 'Why Patience Mount, you risk-taker, you.' I teased.
'It's not like we haven't done it before, Deels. It's not like more importantly, you haven't done it before.' She teased me back with flirtation.
'Well that is dinner taken care of.' I laughed as her hands began to work their magic on my shoulders again. As a light moan left my lips, I heard my Pats trying to stifle a little one of her own. I think I was working my poor Pats up. Purposefully doing it again, then again; The fourth time she caught on that the last sigh might have been a bit put on. Not that it wasn't a nice sensation but I do love teasing my Pats. Shoving me slightly, I yelped, as we both had to giggle.
'Be gentle Pats. I'm sore.' I playfully pouted.
'How about going gentle with me.' She replied. 'Maybe later.' I pressed my lips to hers.
Without a word spoken, be both lay down. As Pats fluffed up the pillow under her head, I made myself comfortable against her chest. It was just so nice to lye with her: I must have dozed off because the next thing I know I'm waking still in her arms. She must of sensed that I had stired as she softly spoke, 'Enjoy your sleep?' Running her hands through my hair, I told her, 'Yes, but I couldn't have been much company for you? Unless you fell to sleep too?' I smiled up at her.
'No. I was quite content just watching you slumber. You do make the most adorable sleeping noises.' She beamed a wide smile but a grumble from my stomach was my only reply.
'Oh on that note, I'd better go and get us some food from the kitchen area.' She began to move from the bed as I pouted. I wanted to hold her just a little bit longer but she knew I was clearly hungry. Watching her put back on her shoes, I offered to go fetch the food for us.
'It's fine, Deels. I remember where it is. You relax. I'll be back in a moment.' She kissed my lips before heading for the door.
Reclining back against the bed, I let out a happy stretch. The film seemed not as important as it had done earlier in the evening. I guess all that really matters, is that I'm with Pats.
It wasn't long before my Pats returned, hurrying into the room with her arms full of delights. Placing the food items on the bed, that she'd placed in a tea towel. I eyed what treats she had poached for us. While she pushed the text books by the door. She had managed to find two boiled eggs, two slices of bread, half a scotch egg, one scone and a cream bun. Quite the feast!
'We might be able to get away with everything but the cream bun.' Patsy told me as she sat herself down on the bed, 'You'll most likely have to replace that. I couldn't resist it though. You needed a treat.' She gave me a sweet smile.
'You're my treat.' I leaned over our food bounty to press my lips to hers. With a faint blush creeping over her cheeks, we began to eat our meal. I happily began to talk about day to day things. She asked me what books I had been reading lately. What my Mam had to say in the many letters she had sent me. What vinyl record was I wearing out on the dansette. When was my next Welsh lesson with Sophia, I only stuck out my tongue at that one. Sharing the cream bun, she giggled at me with a shake of her head. Unknown to me I had jam upon my chin. Reaching out her hand, she gently wiped it away. Looking at me more deeply now, she gave me a coy glance. I didn't need to read her mind, her expression betrayed her. She too lived for moments such as these.
Glancing over to the clock, we both knew that soon she'd have to head back. I simply could not hide the disappointment. It was written all over my face. Nothing needed to be said, she just began to caress the side of my cheek. I could feel her thumb across my ear and her fingers laced through my hair. Seizing my lips with her own. I found much needed comfort in her kiss. I wanted to tell her that, I didn't want her to leave. It only seemed like she had just arrived! Upon reflection, what would of been the point. So I chose not to say a word. I let myself enjoy the kiss. As her lips still rested against mine, I began to realise that we'd been like this for some time. I guess rushing home was not such a priority for her after all.
Going against my own desires and wants, I had to put her first. So with much reluctance I broke the kiss. Without missing a beat, she leaned closer again and we resumed kissing. Fighting the feeling of her fingertips skating lightly up and down my back, I moved my kiss to her neck. Muffled, I asked, 'Pats?' She may have thought it was a moan because I got no reply. So I tried again, this time trying to form words, 'Pats, it's getting late.'
Stopping briefly, her attention went towards the clock, ticking away our precious minutes together. With a shrug that could only be described as half hearted, she uttered, 'Guess I'll have to be a little late then.' The smile she gave would be forever etched into my memory. With the absolute care, she held my face between her delicate touch as she brought my lips to hers once more.
She was late home that night but neither of us really cared. We just kissed the night away as it were. I of coursed offered to walk her back but it was her turn to tell me a very firm 'no!' I insisted that I least walk her to the front entrance. That she didn't mind. We lingered there for a few moments. Standing a few inches apart. If someone was to see us, they would believe that two girls were simply stood there gossiping. As she glanced down to the ground, I knew any second she would begin her walk home. I was right. Touching her arm, before she left. I stood and watched. Turning back around, she called, 'Remember to call by the clinic tomorrow for those posters.' As if I'd forget.
'I'll see you there. Goodnight.' I waved. Waiting there until she was out of sight, I pulled my coat tighter around me against the night air. As three fellow nurses were just returning from the local pub. They assumed I had just also returned and I didn't put them right. Linking my arm, we all went in. I joked that they owed me a pint.
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