Patsy began to unzip one of Delia's suitcases and empty its contents on to the bed in front of her, Delia had nipped out to fetch them a glass of lemonade which allowed for Patsy to have a quick nosey around. It was an odd feeling, seeing all of Delia's stuff laid out in the place that Patsy had called 'home' for numerous years now, almost surreal even. As Delia re-entered the room Patsy let out a long sigh, Delia noticed and called out. "What's wrong cariad?" Delia slid her hands up the top of Patsy's thighs and gripped her hips, Patsy shuddered at the movement and placed her own hands over Delia's. "Nothing sweetheart…I'm just adjusting to you, to you being here." There was a moment of silence before Delia whispered a reply "Patsy…if I make you uncomfortable I can find somewhere else to live?" Patsy turned to face Delia and cupped her face with her hands. "Deels! No, that's not what I meant. I just mean it's hard you being here and me, us, not being able to freely express our feelings for each other. It's going to harder than I thought to keep my emotions in check…" With that Delia turned and pushed the door shut, Patsy followed Delia's every move as she crossed the room to find the key. As Delia locked the door, Patsy couldn't help but feel the wave of heat rise up her neck. Delia turned and leant against the door, Patsy had seen this look on her face before…it was Delia's bedroom face and it made Patsy blush like mad.
Delia stretched a hand out to Patsy and Patsy willing took it, Delia pulled her up against her body and smirked. Patsy's heart began to race and her lower area began to throb, Delia obviously noticed this as slid her hand up Patsy's leg and placed it just above the seem of Patsy's pants on her stomach. Patsy groaned and felt her knees shake, Delia and Patsy hadn't been intimate in almost a year and sharing a room with Trixie meant that the possibility for a bit of alone time was next to none. Delia giggled which made Patsy jokingly glare down at the brunette. Patsy leant down and began to nibble on Delia's neck, something Patsy knew would drive a reaction out of Delia. Patsy was right. She felt Delia's hand tense on her abdomen and heard a small gasp escape Delia's lips. Patsy was quite positive that by now her knickers were soaked and began to move her hands down to take them off, Delia grabbed Patsy's hand and with a grin dropped to her knees.
Patsy felt Delia's hands run up from her ankles to the top of her thighs and grip the waistband of her underwear, slowly Delia pulled them down. Patsy stroked the top of Delia's head as she felt Delia's lip begin to make their way up her inner thigh. Just as Delia reached Patsy's pulsing clit, the door handle into Delia's room rattled. "What on earth?!" came a confused voice from the other side. "Delia…? Can I come in?" the voice echoed. A look of disappointment and panic washed across both Patsy's and Delia's face. Patsy bent over and pulled her knickers back on, straightening her hair and composing herself she looked to Delia to indicate that she was ready.
"Coming! I didn't even realised I'd locked it…" Delia trailed off and she turned the key and pulled open the door. "Delia!" Trixie proclaimed as she pulled her into a tight hug. Delia couldn't help but feel a little bit dirty as the throbbing of her lower area began to subside. Patsy had turned away and was sipping at the lemonade Delia had fetched her earlier, her clit still tingling from the encounter just moments before. Trixie strode over and stood next to Patsy, Patsy could feel Trixie's eyes upon her and turned to face her. "Nurse Mount, you look positively sheepish…what on earth have you two being up to?!" Trixie jibbed.