Beams of light shone their way into the small kitchen of Patsy and Delia's shared flat, illuminating the vase of flowers that took pride of place on the dining room table. Small flecks of dust drifted around the room, dancing on the breeze.
Patsy stood at the kitchen sink, paused in her efforts to tidy after the party the night before, instead finding her attention drifting outside at the newly dawning day. Humming along to a song that came from the radio, a small smile played on her features which was quickly replaced by a rather large yawn. It had been a late night, with Delia succumbing to sleep just past midnight; Barbara and Trixie had not left until near 3am. Despite her night owl antics Patsy still found herself awake sharp at her usual 7am.
Sighing deeply, Pasty inhaled the fresh air that wafted in through the open window, enjoying the feeling of the cold in her lungs. Draped only in her long plaid nightshirt, Patsy's ran her feet up and down the backs of her calves in an attempt to keep them warm. Cursing her clothing choice of the night before, Patsy was grateful for the warmth that the soapy water around her hands was giving her.
Lost in thought, Patsy never heard the light footsteps approaching her, and jumped slightly, letting out a small shriek of fright at the hands that slid around her waist and the chin that rested on her shoulder.
"Mornin' Pats," Delia yawned, pressing a small kiss to the nape of Patsy's neck as she hugged her tight.
"Good morning my love," Patsy replied, leaning backwards into the embrace, tilting her head to the side waiting for Delia's lips to capture hers.
"How. Can. You. Be. Up. So. Early?" Delia questioned in between the pecks she placed on Patsy's mouth, revelling in the faint hint of morning breath from the redhead.
"You know me," Patsy giggled, "I'm always up with the birdsong, never been one for enjoying laying in bed."
Delia laughed back, "oh yes, I did know that about you. How could I forget?"
"No idea how you could Deels."
Delia's hands joined Patsy's in the soapy water and she interlocked their fingers, lifting their hands out. Grasping for the hand towel, Delia took her time drying off Patsy's hands, placing a kiss to each finger as she finished it.
"How about you forgo the birdsong just this once Cariad?"
"Yes," Patsy breathed, "I think that can be arranged."
Lunging down, she captured Delia's lips in a burning, passionate kiss, following her love back to the bedroom, never once breaking her contact with the Welshwoman. As they tumbled back onto their bed, blankets enveloping them, hands roaming and mouths moaning, Patsy had never been so thankful to have such an enticing reason for a long lie in.