Sorry this has taken so long, been swamped with work. Only a short little chapter to get the ball rolling again, more to come soon... I hope!
Patsy woke with a start. She blinked a few times and found her eyes to be sore and puffy. Her heart sank when she remembered why she'd been crying, as it did most mornings when she crossed over from those blissful memory-less few moments everyone has when they first wake.
As she looked down she realised she was still in her clothes from yesterday, as she continued down her torso she saw a hand resting gently on her stomach, attached to an arm that was wrapped tightly around her. The events of the night before came flooding back to her now as she became fully awake. Delia felt her stir and pulled her closer to her and could hear her subconsciously inhale the scent of her hair as she half woke. Patsy had never been the little spoon before and lying there now with Delia right behind her and her arm securely around her she felt calm, peaceful, happy.
She relaxed back in to Delia's embrace and started playing absentmindedly with the fingers and languished on her stomach. The sensation woke Delia but she didn't raise her head, she merely let Patsy carry on, clearly deep in thought, considering and pondering what last night meant for both of them.
"I'm going to need those back at some point you know," Delia spoke in to Patsy's hair.
Startled out of her musings, Patsy dropped Delia's hand and turned to face the brunette, their noses only an inch apart.
"Delia," Patsy spoke eventually.
"Patsy," Delia replied, mocking her serious tone.
"I'm not... this is all... what does..."
"Pats, stop it!" Delia raised her hand to its now familiar resting place on Patsy's cheek and began to stroke the soft skin slowly. "No questions, no over thinking things. I'm glad that you finally know how I feel about you and I hope the feeling is likewise. This is the happiest I've woken up in a long time and that's because of you. Let's not get bogged down with details and labels... just go with it!"
Delia leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the end of Patsy's nose that made her screw up her face and smile.
"I'd never kissed a girl before last night," Patsy said staring intently in to the Welsh woman's eyes. "I didn't know that it was meant to be like that."
"What? Life changing? Mind blowing? Bombs going off?" Delia laughed and lowered her hand to tickle Patsy gently, but Patsy wasn't laughing now.
"I've been reading about it most of my life, and always wondered what these authors have been on about; I've never felt it with a man."
"Felt what?" Delia asked, suddenly curious.
"Desire," Patsy replied, all joking cast aside.
Delia took a sharp intake of breath, the sound of that word sent a tingle down her back and through her legs. The kisses of the night before had gone no further, but Delia's want for this girl still sat in the pit of her stomach and was set alight again by the look now in Patsy's eyes.
Patsy could feel the effect her words were having on Delia but she had to say them, she had to say how she felt. She raised her hand to brush Delia's fringe aside slightly and traced the ridge of her brow with her index finger making the brunette close her eyes.
"I wanted you," Patsy continued, "I want you and it makes me..." Patsy could speak no more as Delia had moved forward and covered her lips with her own. The tender kisses of last night were, this morning, passionate and intense. Delia rolled to position herself on Patsy and took a moment to take in the beauty of the woman beneath her.
She lowered he head and with the softest of touches swept her tongue slowly and deliberately across Patsy's fleshy bottom lip, tugging at it slightly with her teeth, eliciting a whimper from the red head. Hovering just above her, Delia repeated the motion with Patsy's top lip and ended her teasing with another deep kiss.
She needed more, her hand journeyed down Patsy's body, feeling every contour on its way to the bottom of her t-shirt. It took mere seconds for Delia's right hand to be against the warm flesh of Patsy's stomach and around her back, feeling her toned muscles and pulling her up towards her. Bringing her hand around, the brunette ran a light finger along the waist band of Patsy's jeans that made her skin pimple.
Sensing Delia's change of gear, the red head placed her hand on hers and broke away from the kiss.
"Not yet," Patsy breathed heavily after the heated exchange. "I'm not... Not yet."
Delia sat up, still astride Patsy's legs and smiled at the taller woman; she had forgotten herself in the moment.
"Of course Cariad, I'm sorry. We do this at your pace. You're in charge Miss Mount!" Delia kissed Patsy reassuringly."Breakfast?"