Guess who will be getting her own flat, with my beloved Pats? Yes, me! I told her over a cup of coffee at the silver buckle coffee bar. She hardly needed any persuasion. Not that I thought she would really. As I explained to her, lots of girls share flats, even a nun wouldn't bat an eye lid. So the next day, Pats was happy circling the rented digs that were available, in the local paper, while I did the calling around. We were both full of excitement, our very own flat. A place, where we could shut the rest of the world out and just be ourselves. From the outside, it looked a bit um basic. The inside didn't fair much better, but that didn't matter to me. I guess I'm just biased. I can just imagine what Mam will say when she sees it for herself, she'll utter, It's just about adequate cariad. Me and Pats will soon be able to spruce it up before she comes down to see me for Christmas. Least this way, I'll have an excuse for introducing Pats to my Mam. I told Pats that I could cook for us all. A real nice, fancy dinner with all the works. For when she vists. There could even be posh wine, but I'm not sure Mam will drink wine. Pats said, with a loving smile, that I was getting ahead of myself. As we only have one chair to sit on. I could see by her eyes that she liked the idea and she did tell me, she liked lamb.
When we first saw the flat, we were both in awe as Pats had a caring arm wrapped around my shoulder. There was even a little jug left for us on the window sill. Very dusty, mind but we will clean it up in no time at all. How Patsy could of called it ghastly, I'll never know. It was cute and now ours. Just to make a point, she attempted to blow the cobwebs off the little jug and she just ended up covering us in dust in the process. Mostly her actually, in her eye, bless her heart. Carefully with my index finger, I wiped away the specks of dirt. Smiling, she took my hand and spun me around.
'This place is ours, Deels.' She blissfully smiled as she bought me in for a big squeezy hug.
'It's going to take some cleaning mind. Luckily for me, I've paired up with someone who knows how to use a duster.' I smiled still held tight in her arms, 'Yes, lucky for you my darling Deels, that cleaning is my forte. As I seem to remember that a used tea cup sat for two whole weeks upon your desk at the nurses home.' She reminded me, with a raised eyebrow.
'Ah! Yes, but I did wash it up in the end.' I laughed, 'After much cajolery from me.' She smiled giving me another squeeze.
'You always were a sweet talker, Pats.' I reached up to give her cheek a kiss, 'Don't worry I won't be a stranger to the mop and bucket. I intend to make this place gleam for you sweetheart.' I really did. I want to cook her breakfast every single morning. Greet her, when she comes home. I want to really show her, how much I care.
'We'll make this place, gleam together. For us.' She reached down as if her words were a promise, she was sealing with a tender kiss.
So together, we sat upon the ground and made a list of all the cleaning products we would need to turn this place, into a spotless flat. Patsy noted that sister Winnfred had quite the stock pile of Stardrops. That she would happily give us. Tonight though, I figured me and my Pats could just relax (of sorts). The cleaning could wait until tomorrow morning. I could go and fetch my large cream blanket from the nurses home and we could cuddle up. I guess I just couldn't wait a second longer before we moved in.
So after lunch with all at Nonnatus house, me and Pats made a quick trip over to the nurses home. To gather up my spare pillow and blanket. Patsy couldn't understand, why we shouldn't just bed down there for the night. Just for old time sake, is how she put it. I only teased back that she just didn't fancy a night on the floor. So tugging on her white top with blue stripes across it, I gave her a wanton kiss.
'You just want to get me all alone Miss Busby.' Patsy licked her bottom lip, as I nodded, 'Absolutely.' I told her watching her mouth now.
'I wonder how fast it will take us to get a mattress for that bed?' Patsy added, because at the moment all that stood was an old wooden frame in our bedroom.
'Oo now who's talking?' I giggled as Patsy took her turn to tug at the buttons down the front of my pink dress, 'I don't get paid until next Friday Pats...' I was now finding it difficult to focus on what I was saying as her lips were kissing my neck, 'We...will have to combine...our pay Pats. To get that mattress.' My voice changing in pitch somewhat.
'Hmm...mattress.' Patsy hardly replied as she kissed against my fastly beating pulse.
Guiding me down against the softness of the cream blanket, I completely surrendered into the warmth of her kiss. Her tongue finding a haven in my mouth too hide in , while her hands worked loose the top three buttons on my dress. That were blocking her path to my chest.
'Hmm, Delia. Your skin feels so soft.' She breathlessly moaned, as her fingertips slipped their way into my bra. I had about lost all control at her touch, let alone her words, 'Patsy.' I chirped. Now feeling her kisses along my cleavage. Wrapping my legs around her waist, I heard her softly grunt at the contact.
Buttoning up my dress for me, after only an hour ago she was undressing me, I grinned at her, 'I'm hungry.'
'For me, I hope?' She pulled me forward, kissing me, 'That too.' I chuckled, as she rolled her eyes at my lack of lust. I guess she had worn me out. I was satisfied. 'Shall I go and get us some fish and chips?' She rubbed my nose softly against her own.
'Let me find my other shoe and I will be right with you.' I began to search around. Guess our passions ran away with us, as Pats flung one of my shoes over her shoulder. As I started to hop about the place, with one heel on, the other off, Patsy laughed. Already putting on her coat.
'I won't be long.' She mused, as I stumbled over to her. Seeking a kiss.
'Don't forget my marrowfat peas, sweetheart.' I reminded, as she gave me a smirk, like she'd heard me say that a million times before.
'I won't.' She pecked my lips, 'You just find your shoe.' She laughed heading out of the door.
Finding the missing shoe, under the bottom of the side board. That was covered over with a dust sheet. I smiled to myself as I slipped it back on. While I was waiting for my beautiful lover to return with our food, I started to picture what colour would look good on these dull looking walls. I like bright colours, to match the petals on the flowers, I'm planning to buy. We would also need a good, comfy settee. As I'm sure we would be entertaining guests, such as Trixie and Barbara. I would also like nurse Crane and sister Monica Joan to stop by too. Sister Julienne, if she has the time. Who I am fooling, I want the whole of Nonnatus house here. Including Fred and his lady friend. The kind handy-man has even offered to lend us a hand, but Pats wasn't so sure. I think she is rather determined that she is the one with the hammer. She told me that she wants to be the one who puts up our book shelves. I am more than happy to let her, so long as the book won't fall off. I teased to her, but do you know what? I couldn't care less if they did. If my Pats has tried, then that is all I care about.
Smiling, as I heard the key turning in the front door. I certainly could get use to this. Hearing my Pats, returning home. Oh it does thrill me, so.
'Delia?' She softly called as she made her way into our front room, 'Dinner is served.' She proudly exclaimed as she sat herself down next to me upon the blanket. Quickly we tore into the newspaper, greeted with the lovely smell of fried potatoes.
'Oh?' I suddenly pouted, with a realization. As she frowned a questioning eye, 'What is it, Deels?' She asked biting into a chip.
'We need to celebrate this moment, but we have no drinks. Or even any glasses to make a toast with.' I laughed with a wide smile.
'How about tomorrow. After some cleaning, we have a picnic. We can toast ourselves then.' She returned my smile. She always did come up with the best ideas, 'Yes. We can.' I couldn't resist giving her a quick peck.
'When do you have to be in work tomorrow?' She asked me, 'Because we'll have to fetch your uniform darling.' Always so thoughtful, to remind me of the important things, 'In the afternoon, sweetheart. So we'll have plenty of time to go to the nurses home.' I said scooping up a good helping of marrowfat peas with my chip.
'Lucky for me, I have the whole day off again. So I can get a head start on the cleaning. Sister Julienne is kindly sorting out some kitchenware we can borrow, until we have purchased some of our own.' She told me.
'That is nice of her and I'll have to buy us some food because we can't very well live off chips.' We both laughed, 'Do you fancy Toad in the hole? I'm quite the whizz with Yorkshire pudding.' I told her as she raised her eye brow, 'Ahh, you plan to cook for me, Deels?' This seem to delight her no end.
'Of course, sweetheart. My Mam has taught me well.' I nodded firmly as she rubbed my arm gently.
With daylight leaving us all to soon, we thought an early night might be in order. As we did have a busy day of cleaning ahead of us. So still in our day clothes, we cuddled together on top of the blanket. It was getting rather nippy and it wasn't the most comfortable, that wooden floor. As I shifted in her arms for the countless time, Pats whispered in my ear, 'Darling. I know you're in a hurry for us to spend the night here, but there is plenty of time for that. You have a shift tomorrow and you simply can not do it on zero sleep and an aching back. Lets head back to the nurses home. I can still hold you all night.' She kissed the top of my head and there she was again with all the bright ideas.
'Okay.' I agreed, as I kissed her lips, 'I love you, Patsy.' I suddenly felt the need to tell her, as I stared into her eyes.
'I love you, Delia.' She kissed me again before we went to put our shoes and coats on.
After the sleepy walk back to the nurses home. I kicked off my heels and threw my coat into a crumpled heap on the floor, before happily flopping down upon my bed. As Pats let out a bemused, dry cough as she kindly placed my coat onto a hanger for me. I just chuckled.
'If you get undressed. Then we can get some sleep.' Patsy told me, as she went about hanging up her own coat too.
'What will you be wearing Pats?' I said salaciously, as I began to slip out of my dress.
'These.' She stated matter of factly, looking down at herself, as I smirked.
'Oh no! You're not getting away with sleeping on top of the bed tonight. You're coming under the covers with me.' I nodded, reaching for my nightie that was kept under my pillow.
'But Deels?' She protested, until I cut her off, 'It's not like I'm asking you to go nude...yet.' I winked, as she blushed. Throwing back the sheet, I patted the bed for her to come join me. Watching her stand there, twiddling her thumbs. While weighing up every caution, My Pats finally smiled as she slid down her slacks. Having a quick glance at her legs, while she folded up her clothing. Placing them neatly on the chair, she then hopped under the blankets with me. Adjusting ourselves down the bed, we soon snuggled together as she kissed my lips.
'Goodnight Deels.' She smiled, shutting her eyes. 'Goodnight Pats.' I replied, watching her for a moment, before I too closed my eyes.
The next morning was a bit of a hurried dash, as we grabbed some fruit for breakfast from the kitchen area. It was nice to wake up with Patsy still lay beside me. I guess I'd have to get use to that, what with us being at the flat. It was so sweet, when she made sure I had my uniform for later on. We headed over to the bakery first, for a much needed custard slice for our picnic. Then on too Nonnatus house for all the cleaning solutions we would need. I stood, watching on rather proudly as Pats was talking with sister Winifred. Who was helping her pack up all sorts of things. From bleach to scrubbing brushes. They both began to talk with much ensuthiasm about the best approach for tackling stubborn stains. It was only when Pats mentioned our picnic, that the nun ushered us into the kitchen so we could prepare our food. The sister told us, she would handle packing up the rest of the items. So while I made the sandwiches, Pats went upstairs to have a quick freshen up and to change her clothes.
Bundling down the steps of Nonnatus with mops, buckets, brooms and picnic baskets. We would need assistances and since sister Winifred had to leave for a call out. Me and Pats were left alone once more. Well we had already taken up too much of the sisters time, but she said she really didn't mind. As she waved to us before she set off. Opting for Patsy's bicycle to help carry the load. My lover started to grumble about, how it was her work bike and that there was a knack too it. It would be fine and I certainly did not want to lug all these cleaning bottles across to the flat. As I mounted the bike, she even began to speak of the Cubs and bike safety. She does worry, my Pats. Peddling off, a little wobbly at first. Well it had been a good few years since I had actually rode a bike and that was back home in Wales. I remember speeding off as a child with the boys around the town. As Mam yelled after me, to slow down cariad. Laughing at the memory, I shouted 'gangway' at someone in my path. It may of been Trixie but I wasn't sure as I took off. I soon got the hang of it, as I slowed my pace as my sweetheart was trailing behind me. Side by side, we arrived at the flat. Proping up the bike, against the wall. Together we carried everything inside. Patsy wasted no time at all, getting the hot water flowing so she could mop the kitchen floor before we had our picnic together. All I had to do was empty the bucket full of dirty water. I did make a bit of a splash though: Time had really gone against us, as I'd be started my shift soon. She assured me that she didn't mind one bit, starting the clean up without my help. I would have to rub her feet as a way of a thank you, when I get home. That is if I'm not too tired myself, after cooking.
Standing cuddling, while the floor dried. Patsy kissed me.
'I won't have time now Pats, but would you mind going to fetch the food for tonights dinner. I can write you out a list and I have the money in my purse sweetheart.' I told her, 'Deels I can buy the food.' She smiled holding me tighter.
'No. You paid for the chips last night. I want to pay.' I was quite firm on that one, 'I'll stop by Nonnatus on the way home to pick up those plates sister Julienne is loaning us.' I added as Patsy reclaimed my lips.
'I think the floor is dry.' She told me, pulling away from the kiss with a wide smile. Goodness we must of been locking lips for quite awhile.
So just as promised, now in the front room. We toasted our new flat over a glass of lemonade. I was quite happy telling her about, how I wanted yellow walls and china with a modern geometric pattern. What she most liked hearing was how I wanted to smell coffee in the mornings, or bleach because I knew she was home or had just gone out. I couldn't help but lovingly stare at her, as she looked around the place. Once my custard slice had been eaten, I stood to my feet with a stretch. Leaving the plates, drinking glasses and blanket behind.
'I better get ready for work.' I told her, heading to our bedroom. Soon finding a pair of blue eyes on me as I was changing. Patsy lingered in the door way, before wrapping me up in a hug, 'Why Patience Mount you do realise that I'm only in my underwear.' I giggled as she kissed my neck.
'Yes.' Her kisses began to roam over my collar bone, making me coo.
'Pats...' I begged as she let me go. She did know how to tease me right before work. We would have to resume this tonight, 'You know how much I like you in those jeans.' I confessed as I slipped on my uniform.
'Well, I'll still be wearing them later Delia.' She grinned, 'That better be a promise.' I giggled, as I went into my bag. Finding out a pencil and a slip of paper. I wrote down all the food ingredients that we would need for later. As well as the money, she would need to pay for them. Slipping the shopping list and money into Patsy's coat pocket. I was clear on the instructions: Placing my hat upon my head, I went to glance at myself one more time in the bathroom mirror. As my Patsy always said, There is nothing worse than an unkempt nurse.
'I'll head out with you, Deels.' She nodded, 'It shouldn't take too long to pick up the food we need.' As we both put on our coats ready to leave.
Just before we reached the front door, I pulled Patsy in for a kiss, using her coat. Just a quick peck, mind because I did need to hurry.
Stepping out, I realised it was later than I first thought. I must of got water in my watch. I said as much to my Pats, when she informed me of the correct time (bloody mop bucket!) As I handed her the keys to the flat. She also offered to get another set cut, while she was out. I really wanted, to go with her to get that second pair cut but now I was really late. Offering me the use of her bicycle, as well as her scarf.
I told her, She really is, a sort of angel and tragedy is, no one will ever know that either...
A/N - Thank you to everyone, who has taken the time and trouble to read this. I hope you enjoyed reading it, as much as I did writing it. I'm working on a couple more too. The next one, will be a little light and fluffy. Hope you enjoy. x