Break

by nowseehere

Patience Mount is the senior nurse at the Nonnatus Clinic. She's also the stressed out, grouchy, bitch of the office with unhealthy coping mechanisms that everyone knows to stay the hell away from at all times. Fresh out of nursing school, Delia Busby is thrown into this mess of a woman's life, and is instantly resented. Who is this sniveling kid with her sloppy uniform and cheery

9. Chapter 9

Patsy emerged from her shower feeling refreshed after a whole morning spent cleaning, only taking a break about mid-day for a spot of lunch with Delia while the smaller woman relaxed with a paperback on the sofa. As she wrapped herself in a towel and took the few paces needed to walk to the bedroom to dress, she wondered for a moment if she should bother dressing at all. They had planned to… well, play, as Delia put it. Something that was going to eventually lead to sex, wasn't it? Patsy only assumed… but then, what fun was it if she were just dressed in only a towel? They hadn't discussed attire, exactly, for this type of play, so Patsy decided to dress as she would any old lazy day. She threw on a pair of clean tracksuit bottoms and top, no bra, as she felt too much clothing would be restrictive. It's not as if she was going to leave the house anyway.

Patsy bit her lip shyly, the cleaning she had done and the shower had certainly made her calm, but she didn't know if Delia was ready to play. She crept from the bedroom and poked her head around the corner to look at Delia, and she found the woman still comfortably rested on the sofa, seemingly engrossed in her book.

Patsy raked her fingers through her hair and walked into the kitchen, not quite sure what to do with herself now.

She didn't feel like she could just itell/i Delia that she was ready to play.

Patsy paced back and forth in the kitchen, thinking. She had done what she had said. She did the cleaning. Finished her chores for the day while Delia did what she wanted, and it seemed it was reading whatever paperback that had captured her attention since the other day. Patsy was ready to iplay/i now. She was feeling calm, relaxed… but she didn't want to just go right up to Delia and ask for it. She wanted to make it more subtle. Make it… sexy, maybe?

Patsy scratched her head, wondering what she could do to get Delia's attention because… well, right now, in this moment, she craved it. She wanted Delia's attention. She was pacing in the kitchen with nothing to do with the promise of Delia doing fun things to her and she was growing more and more annoyed that Delia was finding that book more captivating that she was. Patsy knew she was better than some book, especially since they only had the rest of this day together before they had to get back to their normal lives. She merely needed to make Delia see spending time with her was better than some damn novel. But how… she didn't want to be obvious. She need to get her attention somehow, make her come in here and fulfil what she promised…

i'Only naughty girls get spankings and you haven't earned it yet.'/i

The words rang in Patsy's mind. Alright. She could be naughty. She could be naughty…. Patsy looked about the kitchen to see what she could do to possibly engage Delia. Pull her away from her book that was so captivating. But then… shouldn't the thought of playing with her be captivating enough? Shouldn't she be the one to be pawing at her? Desiring her?

Patsy huffed, annoyed.

Delia should be giving her attention right now. Attention that she so clearly deserved, after all the cleaning she had done that day.

Be naughty.

Alright. She could be naughty.

Patsy spotted a dirty glass just sitting there on the counter by the sink.

She decided then and there that she didn't particularly care for it.

Like a bored house cat, Patsy walked over to the unfortunate glass and swatted at it, the thing falling to the floor and shattering into several pieces, making a loud noise as it collided with the floor.

'What was that?' came Delia's voice from the lounge.

Patsy didn't answer, though her petulance was rewarded when Delia appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, looking at the shattered glass scattered across the floor. She was particularly happy to see Delia, though, Patsy thought annoyed, Delia was still carrying that damn book.

'Pats, what happened?' Delia asked worriedly, 'Are you alright?'

'I'm fine,' Patsy said, tapping her fingers on the counter and looking out the small window above the kitchen sink.

Delia looked to Patsy, observing her slightly before she looked at the glass on the floor.

'Did you do this?' Delia asked, 'Did you break the glass on purpose?'

Patsy shrugged, 'Might of.'

'Really…' Delia narrowed her eyes and stepped over the broken glass, taking the few paces needed to stand in front of Patsy by the sink. She looked Patsy in the eye but Patsy's gaze remained out the window.

'Are you being naughty?' Delia asked.

Patsy didn't respond, though her heart was beating frantically in her chest because Delia had caught on.

'Because you know what happens to naughty girls, Pats,' Delia continued softly.

Patsy's heart thumped excitedly in her chest and she bit her lip, fighting off the urge to smile. She finally looked at Delia, and there was a glint in her eye that told her she was ready to play.

'Yes, I do.'

Delia was silent for a moment, thinking. Patsy could see her eyes moving from the floor to her and back again, her expression looking as if ideas were flashing through her mind of what to do. The paperback book was sill in her hands. Patsy glared at it. She wished she would put it down. She hated that thing for stealing so much attention away from her.

'That was such a silly thing to do, Pats,' Delia started, slowly walking in front of Patsy, the redhead turning to match her movements and keep Delia in front of her, facing her.

Patsy leaned back on the counter and listened intently as Delia continued.

'Luring me in here just as I was getting to the good part, too.'

In one swift motion Delia took the book in her hand and firmly swatted it against Patsy's thigh with a loud 'wap!'

Patsy gasped and stood up straight suddenly, the sting in her thigh hurt but it was soon sending waves of pleasure throughout her body as the spot on her thigh throbbed. She found the sensation rather pleasant, and felt as if her nerve endings were waking up.

She decided she liked that book now.

Delia was looking at her expectantly, seemingly hesitant to continue.

'Green,' Patsy said, and she watched Delia tuck her bottom lip into her mouth, fighting off the urge to smile.

Patsy felt relieved. Delia was liking this, too.

'That was for interrupting me in the middle of a good book,' she said, and whacked Patsy again on her other thigh, 'and that was for interrupting me while I was reading last night, too.'

Patsy sighed, her hands reaching behind her slightly to grasp onto the sink so she could continue holding herself up.

'Good girls ask if they want to play, Pats,' Delia said as she whacked her again on her thigh. She continued using the book to smack Patsy's thighs, alternating between the two as she spoke,

'Good girls,'

Wap!

'don't act,'

Wap!

'like spoiled brats,'

Wap!

'and break things,'

Wap!

'that aren't theirs.'

Patsy had her eyes closed, gritting her teeth and taking each hit as they came. Her thighs stung where Delia hit her. It was a pleasant burning sensation that was getting her excited. It was getting her worked up. Turning her on.

'I'm so-' she started, but was immediately cut off by Delia.

'I don't want to hear you're sorry, Pats,' Delia cut her off and stopped her whacking, 'What are you going to do to make it up to me, hmm?'

'I'll clean it up.'

'Damn right you will.'

Delia tossed the book aside on the counter and looked down around her, tutting as if she was disappointed.

'There's glass everywhere. It's dangerous. Someone could really hurt themselves if they stepped on the… what, however many pieces of glass there are?'

Delia squared herself firmly in front of Patsy, her hands on her hips, looking up at Patsy like a stern headmistress who had just caught her skipping class.

'How many pieces of glass are there, Pats'

Patsy looked down. Was she asking for an exact number? Why was she asking anyway?

'I don't… I don't know,' Patsy said with a slight shrug.

Delia reached up and gripped at Patsys hair by the base, just as she had done at the kitchen table earlier that morning. The sensation had Patsy gasping, throwing her head back as she allowed Delia to guide her to the middle of the kitchen. A swell of desire surged through Patsy at the action. Fuck, she thought, the woman knew how to pull hair.

'Take a closer look, sweet girl,' Delia said as she forced Patsy to look at the floor, 'how many pieces of glass do you see, hmm?'

Patsy blinked open her eyes and looked at the glass on the floor. There were shards scattered about, but Patsy thought best to stick to the bigge pieces she could actually see.

'Eight. I see eight.'

'That's how many I see, too,' Delia said, and she guided Patsy to stand up straight again, her grip on her hair unrelenting as she walked Patsy back to the counter, 'and that's how many spankings you're going to get for being such a naughty girl.'

Delia let go of Patsy's hair, and the taller woman sighed with relief.

'Hands on the counter,' Delia demanded calmly.

Patsy bit her lip, her breath hitching in anticipation as she leaned forward slightly, placing her palms flat on the counter. She swallowed a heavy lump in her throat as she waited. She gasped slightly as she felt Delia's fingers make their way under the elastic waistband of her tracksuit bottoms and gently pull them down over her hips, exposing her bum. Patsy could feel the little bumps rise on her skin as the cold air hit her, but soon she felt herself relax slightly as Delia gently ran the palm of her hand over her naked bum.

'You're going to count them as I give them, understand?' Delia commanded.

'Yes darling.'

Patsy gasped as Delia's hand finally smacked her bare skin, the Welsh Woman had been hiding some kind of strength that she was making aware to Patsy now. Patsy took a deep breath and exhaled, reveling in the feeling of relief and pleasure that washed over her, her skin stinging pleasantly under Delia's palm.

'One,' Patsy said, her heart thumping hard in her chest as she anticipated the next smack.

'Louder,' Delia commanded.

'Two!' Patsy cried out, her eyes screwing shut as Delia's hand collided with her bum again with a force that had her sighing in relief.

She continued counting as Delia smacked her bum, each strike progressively harder than the last. Patsy's skin tingled, each strike of Delia's hand sending a wave of pleasure after the initial sting of the pain. Patsy kept counting out loud, hoping her voice wouldn't give away just how much she was enjoying this.

When she counted to eight, Patsy let out a deep breath, feeling relieved and cared for as she felt Delia soothingly rub her bum with her hand. She would be fine if they stopped now, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that it had ended.

'Pats, you know, I don't think you've quite learned your lesson,' Delia said.

Patsys heart lept in her throat. What was happening next? Was she not done? Was she going to give her more?

Out of the corner of her eye, Patsy saw Delia pick her book back up, and she had to contain an excited smile.

'I don't think it's gotten through to you yet that naughty girls get spanked when they break things that aren't theirs.'

Delia emphasized her point by smacking Patsy's bum with the paperback, causing the taller woman to cry out.

'When they make a mess in the kitchen on purpose,' Delia continued and smacked her other side.

'When they act like brats to get attention,' he said with another hard smack to Patsy's bum.

That was 11, now, and Patsy grit her teeth as Delia kept going. 12, 13, 14… how many more was she going to give her? Her skin was throbbing, feeling hot as the feeling of the book against her skin when it hit her stung. As much as Patsy wanted to continue, this flogging was really starting to hurt.

'Yellow,' she breathed, and Delia immediately halted her actions.

Patsy heard her place the book down before she carefully pulled Patsy's trousers back up over her bum. She gently grabbed Patsy by the arm and tenderly rubbed her back as she guided the taller woman to stand and face her.

'I'm not done with you yet, cariad,' she said gently, tucking by a loose strand of hair behind Patsy's ear, 'I want you to clean up this mess and then get me a cold glass of water. As cold as you can make it,' she demanded, and Patsy nodded in understanding.

Delia narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, looking as if she was going to kiss Patsy, but she pulled away.

'Don't keep me waiting too long,' she said softly, 'I'm thirsty.'

Patsy bit her lip to keep from smiling as she watched Delia pick up her book and exit the kitchen. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she rushed to clean up the glass on the floor. She was amazed, astounded in the most unbelievably possible way that they had just done that! They really did it! And they weren't even done! Patsy's breathing hitched at the thrill of it all, at the mystery as to what was to come next. What was Delia going to do? Was she going to make her do something? Was she going to keep spanking her? She so badly wanted to know.

Patsy blinked herself out of her thoughts and found she was still kneeling on the kitchen floor with a little brush in one hand and a dustpan full of glass in the other.

Alright, focus, Mount. Stay with her in the moment, she told herself. Patsy rose to her feet and threw the glass in the rubbish bin, washing her hands before filling another glass from the cupboard with ice cubes before filling it with water.

She examined the glass before she left the kitchen, thinking that this was the coldest this glass was going to get without her actually handing Delia a block of ice.

Taking a deep breath, Patsy walked into the lounge to find Delia sitting casually on the sofa, her book placed at her side. When the brunette spotted her, she uncrossed her legs and sat up straight.

'Bring that water here,' Delia commanded. Patsy noted there was a slight playfulness to her tone.

'Oh, yes, of course darling,' Patsy said as she took the few paces she needed and handed Delia the glass.

Delia took it from her and Patsy stepped back, looking at Delia expectantly as she waited for further instructions.

Delia merely took a sip of her water, sighing as she brought the glass back down to her lap, 'Ah, refreshing.'

Patsy bit her lip, wondering what Delia was leading up to. What did she want? Were they still playing?

No, no. Delia said she wasn't done with her, Patsy reminded herself. With a deep breath, Patsy willed herself to calm down and wait for Delia to continue.

'I do wish I had a special table to set this down on so I could admire it,' Delia said as she held up her glass again, 'That one over there is much too far away for me to reach.'

Delia playfully kicked her legs out, pointing her toes, and they barely reached the coffee table that was in the middle of the room.

Did Delia want her to bring the table closer?

Patsy moved to do just that, but halted when Delia addressed her.

'Uh-uh,' she said, and Patsy looked over to her, 'I don't like that table anyway,' she said turning up her nose, 'I want a new table.'

Patsy blinked, unsure where she was going with this but she was absolutely racked with curiosity.

'What sort of table would you like, darling?'

Delia smiled like the cat that caught the canary.

'I want a table that's tall, and strong,' she mused, swirling her water in her glass as if it were a fine wine, the ice cubes clinking together musically, 'I want a table that is beautiful, a table that has shown a stunning amount of endurance, especially when carrying around poor, defenseless women with sprained ankles.'

Delia sipped her water and batted her eyelashes, looking up at Patsy demurely.

Patsy had to hold back a smile, 'Me?'

'That's right!' Delia said as she patted her lap with her unoccupied hand, 'I want my table to lay across my lap and keep me warm,' she said with a cheeky smile.

Patsy had to fight to hold back a smile. For reasons she couldn't explain, it felt good to be needed by Delia, even if it was only to be used as a table.

She followed Delia's orders, kneeling on the sofa and crawling across her lap, laying down with her hips on Delia's thighs. As Patsy settled in, she crossed her arms and tucked her head into her elbow, breathing deeply to calm herself, incapable of squelching the feeling of excitement and anticipation as she wondered what Delia was going to do.

'This,' Delia said, and Patsy could almost tell that the smaller woman was gazing at her like a feast had been laid before her, 'this is ialmost/i perfect.'

Patsy gasped slightly as she felt Delia pull down her trousers with her unoccupied hand, ungracefully tugging at her tracksuit bottoms to her hips and bum were exposed once more.

'Ah, now it's perfect,' Delia sighed resoundingly.

Patsy sighed as she felt Delia run her cool hand against her sore bum. The sensation was soothing and made Patsy feel relaxed.

'Now be a good table and stay absolutely still.'

Patsy hissed a breath of air through her teeth when she felt the ice cold glass rest on her sore skin.

'Now I can continue reading my book before I was so rudely interrupted,' Delia said, and Patsy could hear her flip through the pages, finally stopping when she came to where she had left off.

Patsy steadied her breathing, finding the glass on her bum so cold it was soothing, but beginning to hurt. She stayed absolutely still and tried to bare it, the stinging sensation eventually tipping to the point of feeling pleasurable.

Patsy let out a sigh when she heard Delia turn a page and then felt her pick up the glass from her bum to take a sip, the area where the glass had been was throbbing with the mixture of pain and pleasure and hot and cold. Patsy sighed again when she felt Delia place the glass back down on her skin in a different spot than before.

She continued on like this for several moments, and Patsy came to find that she was absolutely loving this. She was loving the attention. She was loving the physical contact. She was loving that she didn't have to think, she only had to lay there and focus on being a table and pleasing Delia. Her mind was completely clear. She was feeling giddy, listening to the happy humming from Delia as she picked up the cold glass and set it back down again. Delia's little noises affirmed to Patsy that she was following her rules well, that she was pleasing Delia, that she was being good.

'I have to say,' Delia sighed, 'reading this book is so much more of a delight when I have a good table in my lap. So good, and respectful of this glass, not letting it fall to the floor and break. Respectful of my time, letting me read my book.'

Delia moaned delightfully as she lifted the glass to her lips again and took a long sip, relieving Patsy of the pleasant stinging from the cold against her sore skin. Patsy felt her place the glass back down and then heard her turn another page in her book.

'I dare say I know a naughty girl who could take a few lessons from such a respectful table.'

Patsy smiled, tucking her head further into her her elbow to try and hide it. She was so happy, so wonderfully turned on and she wished Delia would touch her, but she knew she had to wait. She knew she had to focus on being a good table. Patsy focused all her attention on being silent. Being still.

The glass was lifted one last time, Patsy listening intently as Delia finished off what was left in the glass before she felt her lean over and place it on the end table.

'I'm very proud of you, Patsy,' Delia said, 'you managed to make such a good table. I'm quite impressed.'

Patsy bit her lip, remaining still as Delia used her sleeve to dab off drops of water from her bum and hips.

'So very good,' Delia continued, her hands moving to gently caress her sensitive skin, wandering up Patsy's jumper and lightly scratching her back.

'I think I just might be able to upgrade you to good girl, Pats.'

Patsy took that as a sign to be herself again. She sighed, physically relaxing in Delia's lap as she could move again and make noise.

'Thank you,' she breathed.

'Oh, you're very welcome sweet girl,' Delia said softly as her hands continued to wander, and Patsy remained where she was in Delia's lap as she was given no instructions to move, 'and you know, having you here, looking so delicious here in my lap, well, it makes me want to touch you. It makes me want to give you a treat for being such a good girl.'

Patsy's heart fluttered in her chest and she could feel her sex pulse with want.

'What does my pretty girl want, hmm?' Delia asked and Patsy could feel her hands palm over her inner thighs.

Patsy gasped feeling Delia subtly spread her legs. Whatever Delia was going to do, she wanted it.

'Does my pretty girl want me to fuck her?'

'Yes,' Patsy choked out, 'yes please,' she said, finding herself wiggling her hips for contact. All this foreplay had gotten her so worked up she had gotten to the point of wanting to burst if she wasn't touched soon. If she wasn't fucked. She had never needed an orgasm so desperately in her life.

Patsy cried out as Delia grazed a teasingly slow finger down her slit, parting her. Her body was so sensitive from all the stimulation that she was sure she would come if Delia so much as breathed on her clit.

'Oh, you feel so good, cariad,' Delia sighed as she grazed her two fingers down and up Patsy's slit again, 'so very, very good. Our little game got you excited, didn't it?'

'Yes!' Patsy gasped out, so desperate for contact, 'Deels, please!' she pleaded.

'Please what?'

Patsy nearly growled.

'Please fuck me, darling, I need you!' she cried out, and her pleading was finally met with Delia's two fingers thrusting inside her.

Patsy moaned as her hands come to grip her hair, and she couldn't help but press her forehead against the sofa cushion for some kind of leverage. Delia was finally fucking her and she felt so good, she felt so relieved, she couldn't help the aching cries that escaped her mouth as Delia found a steady rhythm. Patsy's cries grew loud when Delia shifted her hand, her knuckles now pounding against her clit with just the right amount of pressure as she continued fucking her with her fingers.

Patsy could feel her body tense. She was close and she knew it wouldn't take long anyway. Her cries grew more urgent as Delia continued her rhythm, her back arched and her legs kicked, which amused Delia greatly as Patsy heard her giggle.

'Now what do good girls do when they want to come?'

Patsy grit her teeth, not having the cognitive ability to speak coherently at the moment. That is, until she felt Delia withdraw her fingers completely.

'What do they do?' Delia asked again.

'They ask permission!' Patsy cried.

'That's right. So what do you need to say?'

'Delia, may I please come!' Patsy shouted.

'Hmm,' Delia teasingly hesitated as Patsy writhed in her lap, 'You may come,' and Delia pushed her fingers back into Patsy, thrusting into her, finding that steady rhythm again.

Patsy closed her eyes and gave a wanton cry as she felt herself brought to that edge again, her body tensing once more as Delia pushed her over it. She didn't care that her arse was exposed and in the air, she felt no shame, no reservations for being fucked like this, for liking this. Her mind was on Delia. On Delia's fingers inside of her pleasing her, making her feel good, making her come because she had earned it, because she was a good girl. Patsy could feel herself clamp down around Delia's fingers, holding her in place as she came around them, and she writhed and cried out and saw stars behind her eyes.

'Oh, thank you,' she breathed as she sighed, her body shaking, 'thank you darling,' she said again as she felt her body relax enough to release Delia's fingers from her.

'Of course, cariad,' Delia said soothingly as her hands wandered over Patsy's body again, gently caressing Patsy's exposed hips and back.

The touches made Patsy feel cared for, so loved. She couldn't help but tuck her face into her elbow again shyly, her body still quivering slightly as she felt Delia remove her fingers completely. As Delia pulled Patsy's trousers back up over her hips, Patsy took in deep breaths and willed herself to calm down, her body still humming with a myriad of sensations and emotions.

There was something about what she had just experienced that was freeing, Patsy felt. Something about using her body as a medium to feel pleasure from pain, and in a way that was entirely within her control. It was cathartic. It was liberating. The thought brought tears to her eyes, and without even realizing it, she had started crying.

'Cariad?' Delia said, suddenly sounding worried, 'Patsy, sweetie,' she said, gently grasping Patsy's arms and shifting slightly to turn her over.

Delia crawled on top of Patsy and straddled her, leaning over the taller woman to try and read her expression. Patsy tried to hide her face behind her arm as she cried, but Delia pulled it away.

'Pats, sweetheart,' Delia started again, wiping fat tears away from Patsy's face, 'what is it? Have I done something to hurt you? Was it too much?' Delia trailed off, worriedly.

'No,' Patsy gasped out, her eyes screwed tight as she sniffed, 'No, you've done nothing wrong.'

'Then why…' Delia trailed off again as Patsy shook her head.

Patsy reached up and pulled Delia to her, holding her to her chest and wrapping her arms around the smaller woman.

'You were wonderful, Deels,' Patsy said as Delia shifted and wrapped her arms around Patsy, her head coming to rest on Patsy's chest.

'So, these are happy tears?' Delia asked softly.

Patsy smiled, sniffing once more as she wiped the last tear away, 'Yes, these are very happy tears,' she said.

'Good,' Delia said, and Patsy could feel the woman in her arms take a deep breath, 'so everything was alright? You liked it?'

'I did,' Patsy smiled against Delia's soft hair as she let out a breath of relief, 'I really, really liked it.'

'I really liked it, too,' Delia said, snuggling in closer to Patsy.

Patsy reached up and tenderly ran her fingers through Delia's hair, kissing her sweetly on top of her head before she spoke again.

'I feel like I'm learning that it's OK to feel pleasure again.'

'Yeah?' Delia asked, and Patsy nodded as she kissed the top of her head.

'Yes… I feel… worthy,' Patsy sighed, stroking Delia's hair again, 'I feel worthy of having my consent treated like the number one most important thing in the world.'

'That's because it is, cariad,' Delia said softly, sighing at Patsy's gentle touches.

Patsy paused for a moment to move her hand to Delia's back, her hands finding their way up Delias' jumper and gently rub her lower back.

'Delia you…' Patsy sighed, once again wondering how she got to be so lucky, 'you've treated my comfort level, my consent, and my body with such deep reverence and respect. I am absolutely grateful for it and I… I feel like this… what we're doing... I feel like it's opened some kind of gateway to giving myself permission to feel pleasure again.'

Delia scooted up Patsy's body slightly so she could kiss her sweetly.

'Good. Hearing you say that makes me so happy.'

'I am happy,' Patsy said, kissing Delia again, 'I haven't been this happy in so long…' she trailed off as she kissed Delia again.

When they pulled away, Patsy couldn't help but smile at the way Delia was looking at her, at the feeling of the smaller woman's fingers gently pushing her fringe out of her eyes and tucking her hair behind her ear, and she watched a Delia leaned down once more to kiss her eyebrow, the bridge of her nose, her eyelids, and her lips finally found hers again. Both women closed their eyes as they shared a sensual kiss that left them breathless. Patsy reached her hand up and entangled her fingers in Delia's hair, gently holding her as their kissing deepened. She opened her mouth and sighed as Delia pressed her tongue against hers, tasting her, breathing her in as she moved to kiss along Delia's cheek, her jawline, along her neck. She loved the sound of Delia breathing in her ear, the little noises she was making as she licked and kissed a sensitive spot under her ear. It was reminding Patsy that Delia had barely been touched at all during their play, and she sought to remedy that just then.

All motions stopped as Delia pulled away suddenly, leaving Patsy a little stunned.

'Hang on,' Delia said, and she moved to get up, 'I forgot, I need to take care of your bum.'

'My bum?' Patsy asked confused, sitting up.

'Yeah, I think I have some aloe in my bag,' Delia said as she turned and began to walk away.

'Deels,' Patsy said, grasping Delia by the hips and pulling her back to the sofa. Delia landed on top of her with a surprised shout, 'My bum can wait, but what about you?'

'What about me?' Delia asked with a giggle as she settled in Patsy's arms.

Patsy was quite happy with their position, her hugging Delia from behind as they lay on the sofa. She looked down and saw that her long arms had quite the reach, which was exemplified by her running her right hands down and up Delia's thigh while the left reached up to tease her, to cup her breasts over her jumper. The motions had Delia replace her giggling with gasping and she arched her body into Patsy's touches. Patsy smiled at how receptive Delia was being, and even though they weren't still iplaying/i, she wanted to make sure Deila did actually want what Patsy wanted.

'You've been so good to me,' Patsy said softly as she kissed Delia's ear, the smaller woman in her arms sighing as she was seemingly melting into Patsy's touch, 'May I please touch you?' she whispered as she palmed Delia's inner thigh, 'May I please make you come?'

'Yes,' Delia sighed, her hips wiggling into Patsy's hand, 'I, um… it's just…'

'What's the matter?' Patsy asked softly, kissing Delias' neck.

'Nothing,' Delia said reassuringly, tilting her head to allow Patsy better access, 'I'm just a tad sore from last night, is all.'

'Oh, I see,' Patsy said as her fingertips teasingly grazed just under the inside of Delia's trousers, 'I promise to be very gentle.'

'Very gentle,' Delia sighed.

'So gentle,' Patsy practically whispered, her fingers finding their way into her knickers as she slowly grazed a finger down and up the length of Delia, causing the smaller woman in her arms to let out a gasp.

'Oh,' Delia said as her legs practically fell apart.

'Just like that?' Patsy asked, repeating the motion and loving how wet Delia was, thinking their playing must have really turned her on.

'Mmmhmm,' Delia hummed, pushing her hips upwards to meet with Patsy's hand, 'yes, cariad, just like that.'

Patsy's grip around Delia's body tightened as her fingers found Delia's hard clit and began to slowly circle around the bundle of nerves. She couldn't help but smile listening to Delia's little gasps and her moaning at finally being touched. She loved the noises Delia made. She loved the way she felt, her weight on top of her, how she felt in her arms, how the smaller woman was rolling her hips to meet with Patsy's circling fingers. There was something extra intimate at being able to hold her in her arms like this, and Patsy tried to convey her feelings for the smaller woman by holding her even closer. Patsy closed her eyes and breathed in Delia's scent, finding the control within herself to not increase her pace or apply anymore pressure. She needed to keep it slow, steady, gentle.

Gentle.

Patsy found herself nuzzling Delia's ear with her nose before she kissed her there, her tongue coming out to lightly lick the shell of her ear before gently blowing on it. The sensation seemed to drive Delia crazy, by her reaction. She let out an aching cry and arched her back towards the ceiling. Patsy was a little resentful at the thick jumper impeding her view of Delia's wonderful breasts as she made this motion. Her idle left hand found some useful employment by pulling Delia's jumper up over her breasts so Patsy could happily enjoy them. Delia seemed undisturbed by this action and even brought Patsy's hand over her breasts to feel them.

Patsy repeated her action of licking Delia's ear and then gently blowing, Delia's back arching to the ceiling once more and Patsy was rewarded with a beautiful view of her stunning breasts. Her left hand lovingly caressed Delia's naked torso while her mouth kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe.

'Mmm,' Delia whined and Patsy could feel her body tense, 'Oh, Pats,' she gasped, 'Oh, Pats, please don't stop,' she said as her hands came to grip Patsy's thighs.

'I won't stop, Darling,' Patsy whispered as she tightened her grip, bracing herself as she listened to Delia's breathing grow heavy, her chest rising and falling as she practically gulped down huge breaths of air as her orgasm encroached.

Delia's aching moans filled the room, and Patsy was taken by surprise when she felt Delia grasp her left hand and take Patsy's two fingers into her mouth, gently biting down and sucking as she rolled her hips against Patsy's other hand. The action had Patsy moaning with her as desire built up within her once more. She had to find it within herself to keep her pace with her fingers, to stay focused on pleasing Delia right here and in the moment. She busied her mouth by sucking gently on a pulsepoint on Delia's neck, and that seemed to be what was needed to have Delia fall over that edge.

'Oh!' Delia cried out, her hips bucking against Patsy's hand as her hands clamped down on Patsy's thighs for leverage.

Patsy held on tight as Delia's body rocked and shook against her, and she smiled listening to Delia's cries turn to whimpers as she quivered, loving the way she sounded as she came.

Delia's writhing soon slowed along with her breathing. She sighed, relieved, as Patsy removed her fingers from beneath her knickers. Patsy brought them to her mouth and sighed as she tasted a bit of the sweetness that only Delia could make, and she found herself moaning, a swell of desire growing within her to taste more of Delia, to be touched again by her.

'Thank you, Darling,' Patsy sighed as she sweetly wrapped her arms around a very relaxed Delia.

'Anytime,' Delia replied sleepily, and Patsy couldn't help but giggle as she continued to hug her and kiss her ear.

Soon, Delia stretched and disentanged herself from Patsy's arms.

'Alright,' Delia said, standing to her feet and pulling her jumper back down to cover herself, 'let's take care of that bum now.'

Patsy pouted, wanting to stay on the sofa and cuddle, 'My bum is fine.'

Delia merely raised an eyebrow and Patsy saw her jaw clench as she gazed at her warningly. The redhead made the decision right then and there that it was probably in her best interest not to protest her on this.

With a sigh, Patsy rose from her spot on the sofa and followed Delia to the bedroom where the smaller woman had her lie down on her belly as she rifled through her duffle bag.

'See this is what I was afraid of,' Delia said as she once again pulled Patsy's trousers and knickers down around her thighs, 'flogging you with the book has gone and made your bum all red,' she tisked.

'Of course it did,' Patsy said as she crossed her arms in front of her, 'and I would have put a stop to it if I thought it was going too far. I hope you don't feel bad about- eep!'

Patsy exclaimed as Delia dropped a very shockingly cold dollop of aloe on Patsy's sensitive rear end.

'Sorry,' Delia said, 'should have warmed it up in my hand first or something, and no, I don't feel bad,' she said as she began to spread the aloe over Patsy's skin, 'I think it's because I'm just causing you pain-'

'Deels,' Patsy cut her off, 'you are absolutely not icausing/i me pain. I don't want you to think of it like that.'

Delia sighed, 'I know, I know… I just don't want to leave any marks on you. I'd be terribly upset if you needed to walk into the clinic or something with a mark you couldn't explain.'

Patsy rested her head in her arms as Delia continued rubbing her skin, 'You probably shouldn't look at your neck in the mirror right now, then.'

Patsy had to fight off a smile as she heard Delia gasp, 'Pats!' and slap her hand over her neck.

'Sorry,' Patsy giggled into her arms, 'I just got carried away.'

Delia gave Patsy a playful spank on her hip and the two shared a laugh, Delia mumbling something about how lucky Patsy was that she had a fine collection of foundation to cover everything up.

The two calmed down from their giggles as Delia continued to rub Patsy's rear end with the soothing aloe, the two women falling into a comfortable silence for several moments. Pats rested her head in her arms, her breathing slowing as she felt very well cared for and was loving the added attention she was receiving from Delia right now.

'Pats,' Delia asked.

'Hmm?' Patsy hummed tiredly.

'Do you ever do anything for self care?'

'Self care?' Patsy asked, her head still in her arms.

'Yeah, like, do you have days where you just do things you like to take care of yourself?'

'I have absolutely no idea what that would entail,' Patsy replied honestly.

'Well, most people would take a bath or have a day at the spa or something,' Delia shrugged, 'they read a good book, spend time on a hobby they enjoy…'

Patsy merely laughed, 'Deels, I can't remember the last time I went to any spa, had my nails done, or any of that girly stuff,' Patsy sat up on her elbows and shrugged, 'Hell, the bath you made for me the night before was the first bath I have had that I can remember, and I don't typically do anything outside of work other than listen to music and drink.'

'So what I'm hearing is that you're a workaholic who is stressed out all the time and you do very little to take care of your mind and body,' Delia surmised as she pulled Patsy's trousers back up over her hips.

'So it seems,' Patsy said as she rolled over, resting against the pillows as she looked to Delia

The smaller woman sat back on her heels and looked at Patsy a little distraught, as if she was unsure of what to say.

Patsy sighed, 'Deels, I know it sounds bad, and it probably is,' she started as she raked her hands through her red hair, 'it's just… Deels, I can't say I love myself. I can't say it yet because I don't feel it yet, you know? I've spent so many years loathing the body I'm in that I don't know ihow/i to take care of myself…' Patsy trailed off nervously as she picked at her fingernails, 'and I think… well, I feel like the time we've spent here cut off from the world has been a bit of an eye opener for me,' she looked back up to Delia, hoping the expression I her face conveyed how sincere she felt, 'I feel like… no, I iknow/i I need to make a change, I'm just not quite sure how.'

'That's alright, cariad,' Delia said as she took Patsy's hand and gently placed a kiss on her knuckles, 'I'm happy to hear you're ready to make a change. It's a good start,' she smiled as she placed Patsy's hand in her lap, tenderly running her thumb over her knuckles as she smiled warmly at Patsy.

Patsy sighed. It was a small gesture, but one she found very touching nonetheless. She found herself pulling Delia towards her to lay with her on the bed, and Delia allowed herself to be pulled, falling against Patsy with a giggle as the two shifted so Delia's head was in the crook of Patsy's shoulder and they had their arms wrapped around each other. Patsy kissed the top of Delia's head as she ran her fingers through her long hair, while Delia snuggled in closer, her hand idly lifting Patsy's top to gently caress the curve of her hips.

'I feel like being here has been a bit of a shock to my system,' Patsy mused quietly.

'How do you mean?'

'Not in a bad way,' she said, 'More like, I just ifeel/i better. All this fresh air and exercise and hearty meals and sleeping… I feel motivated to keep it going when we get back to London, but I'm just having trouble working out the how.'

'It's not going to be too hard Pats,' Delia said, 'you know I can't do the work for you, but I can certainly be a cheerleader.'

Patsy laughed slightly, 'How's that? Certainly wouldn't mind watching you do some cartwheels or something.'

'No, silly,' Delia said s she playfully swatted at Patsy, 'I mean like, I don't know, I really do enjoy cooking and I told you I would cook for you.'

'Deels, I can't ask you to do that.'

'No, really!' Delia exclaimed and sat up, looking at Patsy, excited to share her idea, 'It could be fun! Something we can do together, too. That way you can learn how to cook for yourself eventually, you know? We can make a big batch of something on Sundays to take in for lunch. At the very least that's one way we can make sure you're getting in one decent meal a day… and,' Delia lay back down against Patsy and her voice grew quiet, 'and I think it would also be a good way for us to just spend time together, too…'

Delia trailed off, seemingly sad all of a sudden.

Patsy hugged her close, 'Darling that sounds like a wonderful idea.'

Delia beamed up at her and Patsy's heart melted.

'Really? You like that idea?'

'Of course I do,' Patsy couldn't help but smile, 'it sounds rather romantic honestly.'

'Sharing food with people I care about is probably my ultimate love language,' Delia said resoundingly.

'Why's that?'

Delia took a deep breath and snuggled closer to Patsy, seemingly shy, 'Probably because there wasn't enough of it to go around when I was growing up.'

There was a painful throb in Patsy's chest at the thought of Delia and her siblings ever having to go to bed hungry and in pain.

'Deels,' Patsy said, 'how is your family now? Are they still struggling even with you out on your own?'

Delia hesitated to respond, her face contorting to search for the words, 'It's… getting better, I think. Mam injured herself at work and… well she needs a cane to get around now, but she's able to collect a little disability. It's just enough for her to be a stay at home mum now and cover the bills. My Da found a steady job as a truck driver. He's usually on the road for a few days at a time though, so it's still a little tough for my Mam. Says she feels like a single Mum most the time, but I know my oldest brother has stepped up to help with the younger ones.'

Patsy stroked Delia's hair as she sighed sadly, 'Do you still help them?' Patsy asked, 'Do you send them money at all?'

Delia slowly nodded, 'Just a little bit here and there. Enough for the boys to go on school trips and the like,' she looked up proudly, 'you know, give them the experiences I didn't have a chance to have.'

Patsy clenched her jaw and held her tongue, pushing down a sting of resentment she felt towards Delia's parents for putting all that responsibility on her as she as growing up.

'The oldest is taking a trip to Paris in the spring with his class,' Delia continued, 'I'm quite proud of him really. He's been studying French all his life and he's very excited to finally go…' Delia smiled again, albeit sadly.

'Do you want to go to Paris?' Patsy asked softly.

'Oh, absolutely. I want to travel all over someday. But most of all I want to visit Paris,' she sighed, 'I'm in no rush though. Paris will always be there. I'll be able to save my money and take a nice long trip someday.'

Part nodded silently, tucking away that little tidbit of information to use sometime later.

'Well,' Patsy began, deciding to steer the subject back to food, 'if we're going to start cooking together then I insist on buying the groceries.'

'I can afford my own groceries,' Delia interjected.

'I know you can, but at the very least I can pay for the food we will be making together. I think that's fair, don't you?'

Delia sighed, 'Oh, I suppose…' she trailed off again, her mind seemingly lost in thought, 'so what else do you plan on doing to stay well, hmm? I don't suppose you're going to incorporate some sort of daily exercise?'

Patsy groaned and Delia giggled.

'Deels, that just seems so daunting. I mean, being here, the exercise came naturally because it just had to get done, you know? It was something where I was forced to use my whole body and by the end of it all I had accomplished something.'

'You can still do that in the city, Pats,' Delia said, 'and it can be something simple like walking or riding a bicycle to and from work instead of taking the tube.'

'My preference would be to not to arrive at work all sweaty in the summers, Deels.'

'Oh, hush. It's merely a suggestion.'

Patsy smiled and kissed the top of Delia's head, 'I know, I know. Thank you. I'm not opposed to the idea but I need some time to think on it.'

'Alright, alright,' Delia sighed as she wrapped her arm around Patsy's waist again, taking a deep breath.

The two women were silent for a few moments, and Patsy closed her eyes. She gently pressed her lips against the top of Delia's head again, smelling her hair and feeling quite relaxed and absolutely calm laying like this in bed with her. She was thinking she could get quite used to holding her like this more often.

'Pats?' Delia started shyly.

'Hmm?'

'I want to ask you something…' she trailed off, her fingers idly picking at a loose strand at the hem of Patsy's top.

'What is it?'

Delia sighed, 'It's just, I'm wondering… since you're going to get more serious about your physical health, I was wondering if you would be willing to do the same for your mental health as well?' she finished delicately, looking up shyly at Patsy to gauge her reaction.

Patsy took a deep breath. In all honesty the suggestion had her feeling rather defensive. She had seen psychologists before when she was younger after her parents died, but her gran had discontinued the sessions as she deemed she and her sister perfectly capable of moving on with their lives, despite the trauma. No need to pay someone to listen to them talk when they had each other, she reasoned. Patsy and her sister were too young at the time to know this was a terrible idea, and Patsy had spent too much time as an adolescent and adult hating herself to give her health, mental or otherwise, much regard.

But now, things were different. Things had to change and she was ready to put the work into making those changes.

Patsy sighed and gave Delia another kiss on the to of her head, 'You're right,' she sighed again, 'it's about time I take care of that, too.'

Delia sat up and looked to Patsy with a smile, looking almost as if she had stars in her eyes, 'Really?'

Patsy smiled, 'Yes, really. I'll look into seeing someone once we get settled in again, alright?'

'Alright,' Delia said happily and snuggled back in next to Patsy.

'Will you be my cheerleader for that, too?

'Certainly.'

'Might help of you wore short skirts and did some splits.'

'Oof,' Delia huffed, 'the spirit is willing but the flesh is going to need more yoga classes to limber up.'

'I can wait,' Patsy laughed as Delia swatted at her.

'I just thought of something,' Delia smiled cheekily up at Patsy just then, 'You know what else is a natural way to get some exercise?'

Patsy raised an eyebrow, 'Are you going to say se-,'

'Sex,' Delia interrupted with a laugh, 'Lots and lots of sex.'

'Deels I'm looking for workouts I can accomplish ievery/i day.'

'You can have sex every day.'

'No you can't.'

'Well not with that attitude.'

'Deels, I'm trying to be realistic here.'

'Yes, and realistically you can have sex every day,' Delia smiled up at Patsy before adding, 'with me!'

Patsy raised her eyebrows, 'Ah, well thanks for clarifying that last bit. Suppose I'll have to go and turn away all those ladies lining up at my door waiting to have their way with me, yeah?'

Delia grinned and moved to straddle Patsy, her hands balling Patsy's top in her fists as she playfully glared at her, 'I think it would be in your very best interest to turn any other love interests away so long as I'm around.'

'Oh, so you're the jealous type, hmm?' Patsy smiled as she ran her hands along the length of Delia's strong thighs.

'You better believe it. Besides, why would you want to go around kissing other girls when you could kiss me?' She asked, leaning down to assert her opinion by kissing Patsy sensually on the lips.

When Delia pulled away, Patsy was left rather breathless, 'I could never imagine anything more divine,' she said, slowly blinking her eyes open to see Delia looking back down at her triumphantly.

'Good answer,' Delia said softly as she leaned down to kiss her once more, 'I hope you have the same sentiments about sleeping with me,' she breathed as she situated herself to lay down on top of Patsy, settling in between her hips as their legs intertwined.

'Oh, I absolutely do,' Patsy closed her eyes and smiled as she felt Delia's hands work their way under her top.

Delia smiled happily as she pushed Patsy's top up and over her breasts, exposing them to the air, and Patsy could feel her skin contract with the cold, the little bumps on her skin rising. She sighed as she felt Delia gently nuzzle her nose along the curve of her breasts and watched as Delia's tongue poked out between her pink lips to swirl around a hard nipple before she wrapped her lips around it, gently tugging. The sight had Patsy's hips arching against Delia's for contact and she watched as Delia gave a small, yet smug smile at her reaction. The look reminded Patsy of something she had been wanting to ask Delia since that morning.

'Ah, actually,' Patsy started, shaking her head as she worked to collect her thoughts. My, she thought, this woman was distracting.

'Oh, sorry,' Delia pulled away and pulled Patsy's top back down, 'I should have asked first.'

'No, it's not that,' Path said reassuringly, 'I don't mind that at all, I was just reminded of a question I wanted to ask you.'

'Oh?' Delia said rather distracted as she pushed Patsy's shirt back up over her breasts.

'It's… well I think it's rather personal, though.'

Delia shrugged with a smile, 'That's alright, you can ask me,' she said before sweetly kissing along the valley between Patsy's breasts.

'Well it's just,' Patsy sighed at her kisses, working hard to stay focused, 'I'm still just rather surprised at how sexually confident you are when you're… you know.'

'So young?' Delia finished for her, looking up at Patsy rather innocently as she teasingly wrapped her lips around Patsy's other nipple and gently tugged.

'Yeah,' Patsy sighed, 'sorry, it's just, when I think back to myself at that age, I feel like I only had some semblance of what I was doing. You seem to have everything all figured out, and I mean… even everything we did earlier today! Had you even done something like that before?'

'Nope,' Delia smiled as she gently palmed her hand over Patsy's breasts.

'See, this is what I'm talking about,' Patsy sighed, 'I'm just wondering how? Are you just a natural? How do you know what you're doing when you're so young?'

Delia merely giggled and rested her head in her hand, 'I think it's a combination of several things really.'

'Such as?'

Delia shrugged, her hand still idly playing with Patsy's breasts as she looked up in thought and began to verbally tick off the reasons, 'High sex drive, an insatiable thirst for knowledge on all kinds of sex and sexualities, relationships, a willingness to try new things, having an open mind…' she trailed off with a smile, 'I think it all really started when I enrolled uni. Before I began classes I cracked open my human sexuality text and read it from cover to cover. I was astounded, just absolutely amazed how how little I actually knew about how our bodies worked when it came to sex and reproduction. Even showcasing what constitutes a healthy relationship and all that. I mean, I know at the base it is all is trust and love, but it's also constant work and communication and commitment to make it successful.'

Patsy couldn't help but smile at the sincerity of Delia's interest.

'So anyway, I went on a personal crusade to go out and absorb as much information as I could about all things sex and sexuality. I read so many books, blogs, essays, subscribed to newsletters of advice columnists,' Delia waved her hand as if to say etcetera and gave a resounding sigh, 'It's my hobby. It's going to be a lifelong learning experience for me, I can tell you that much. It's why I wanted to go into midwifery. Maybe someday go back and get my doctorate in gynecology,' Delia shrugged, 'who knows, maybe someday I'd like to go back to uni as the professor who opens the world to whole new generations of young people eager to learn about their bodies and go off and have great sex and relationships.'

'Hmm,' Patsy hummed in thought, taking in all that Delia said.

'Hmm, what?'

'I'm just marveling at your insatiable curiosity.'

Delia merely grinned and wiggled her eyebrows playfully, 'That's not the only thing that's insatiable.'

'I'm marveling at that, too,' Patsy said, shaking her head slightly, 'I suppose it's also your hobby to put what you've learned into practice, hmm?' Patsy said teasingly.

'Only if I've found other willing participants, yes.'

Patsy sat up with a mischievous smile and rolled Delia over onto her back, the brunette now pinned down against the pillows with Patsy hovering over her.

'Participants, eh? You mean there's sometimes more than one?' Patsy asked, raising an eyebrow.

Delia giggled, 'Sometimes, yeah,' she said as a blush feathered across her cheeks.

'With women or men?' Patsy asked curiously, her eyes drifting to Delia's navel as she slowly lifted her jumper.

'Never with a man,' Delia said shaking her head, 'not really interested.'

'Me neither,' Patsy said, raising Delia's jumper just a bit higher.

'Though I would never say no to an incredibly hot woman such as yourself with a strap on,' Delia replied, closing her eyes.

'Oh no?' Patsy asked, her eyes moving to Delia's now exposed, perfectly round breasts. Patsy practically felt her mouth water at the sight of them.

'No, not at all. In fact I think I'd like it very much if you're willing,' Delia sat up, unprovoked by Patsy, and raised her arms instinctively, allowing Patsy to pull off her jumper and top underneath.

'You want me to wear it?' Patsy asked as she casually tossed Delia's clothing aside.

'Yeah, and I'll wear it for you too if you like?' Delia asked, laying back down against the soft pillows and duvet.

'I don't know,' Patsy sighed, 'I remember trying it once and didn't particularly care for it,' she said as her hands roamed freely over Delia's body.

'Do you not like being penetrated?' Delia sighed and closed her eyes again, squirming slightly under Patsy's touch.

'It wasn't so much that as I don't think the woman I was with knew what she was doing,' Patsy said as her fingers hooked under the elastic waistband of Delia's tracksuit bottoms and knickers.

'Oh, well, you don't have to worry about that with me,' Delia said, lifting her bum to allow Patsy to pull her trousers off.

'Is that so?' Patsy asked nonchalant as she slipped Delia's trousers and knickers to the floor, leaving a completely naked Delia on the bed for her to admire.

'That's right,' Delia said as she stretched like a cat in a sunbeam, resting her hands over her head, 'I think I'd be pretty good at fucking you.'

'I think you proved that last night, darling,' Patsy said as she happily took one of Delia's naked feet and brought it to her mouth. The action of kissing the side of her foot caused Delia to finally open her eyes and gasp.

'Ah!' Delia exclaimed aghast, 'How did I end up naked?!'

Patsy laughed, 'You practically took off your clothes for me,' she said as she placed Delia's foot back down.

'Oh,' Delia said as she lay back down and closed her eyes, 'well, carry on then.'

Patsy smiled as she tenderly grazed her hands along Delia's legs, 'You don't want me to stop?'

'I don't think so…' Delia trailed off as Patsy settled in between her legs.

'You don't think so?' Patsy repeated as she kissed Delia's inner thigh, causing the smaller woman to gasp.

'No, I know so,' she said as Patsy kissed her other thigh.

'Are you sure?' Patsy asked as she placed a teasingly sweet kiss at the top of Delia's labia.

'Patsy if you stop right now I'm sending you to bed without dessert!'

'Yes, darling,' Patsy said softly, and allowed herself to give Delia one teasingly long lick up the length of Delia, parting her lips and hearing her moan her approval as she breathed in her scent and tasted her.

Gentle, gentle. Patsy reminded herself. Listen to her, read her body language, go slow.

Patsy's hands caressed Delia's thighs and hips as her tongue lapped at her slowly, pointedly avoiding her clit while her mouth paid attention to the rest of her, taking her time to taste her and listen to her breathing and whimpering. After several moments, Patsy pulled away slightly and feathered her lips over Delia's sensitive clit, and she was rewarded by her gentle touches with one of the most erotic cries she had ever heard. Patsy felt her own sex pulse with desire, but she willed herself to ignore it and focus on Delia.

It was all about Delia for the rest of the night, she decided.

Patsy smiled and gave one firm roll of her tongue over Delia's clit, and that was all it took for the brunette to come undone.

Delia cried out, reaching down to push Patsy's head away as her body contracted and writhed.

Patsy giggled, rather bemused as she watched Delia squirm.

'No wonder you like sex so much, you come so easily…' Patsy said, kissing her thigh. She wished Delia hadn't come so soon as she hadn't quite had her fill of that sweetness only Delia could make.

'I do not!' Delia whined, 'You've just got me all worked up is all…' she trailed of as Patsy crawled up the bed, hovering over her, the redhead settling in between her legs as she peppered Delia's chest and breasts with kisses.

'Oh, do I?' Patsy asked teasingly, 'that was never my intent at all, I assure you,' she said as she wrapped her lips around a nipple and tugged gently.

'You are so full of shit,' Delia said, though couldn't help but smile. She opened her eyes and saw that Patsy was still fully dressed, 'Also, how is this fair,' she asked, tugging on the sleeve of Patsy's top. Delia pushed Patsy off of her, both women on their knees now as Delia stripped Patsy of her top, tossing it carelessly aside before pushing the taller woman onto her back and tugging off her tracksuit bottoms and knickers, throwing them aside without a thought.

'There,' Delia gave a triumphant smile as she straddled Patsy, 'I prefer my Pats naked when I'm naked.'

Patsy couldn't help but grin at Delia calling her 'my Pats' as the smaller woman's hands wandered over her breasts and hips, happily taking in her naked body. It had Patsy feeling quite confident.

Patsy smiled mischievously and grabbed Delia's hips, rocking her against her pelvis, the woman above her gasping and throwing her head back slightly as she ground her hips against Patsy.

'Oh, fuck, OK,' Delia said as she pressed her hands against Patsy's chest for leverage, her hips grinding hard and quick against Patsy's.

Patsy tisked, 'See, look at you,' she said, her hands grasped hard on Delia's hips as she continued to guide her, 'You're going to come again if we keep going, aren't you, horny girl.'

'Yup,' Delia sighed, her breathing became heavy again, 'and it's all your fault.'

'Oh, how it is my fault,' Patsy asked with a smirk. She couldn't help but feel smug at how turned on Delia was right now.

'You just… being you,' Delia squeezed her eyes shut as she breathed, 'being so tall and attractive with your pouty lips and long legs and long fingers and…,' Delia stopped and clenched her teeth, 'oh god, those fingers… ah, ifuck/i.'

Patsy watched with absolute wonder as Delia's face suddenly became relaxed as she came yet again on top of her, her mouth forming an 'o' shape as she cried out once more.

Patsy sat up and wrapped her arms around Delia so she didn't fall forward as she shook.

'Alright,' Delia said, breathing heavily into Patsy's neck, 'seriously now, I need a break.'

'Spoilsport,' Patsy said as she tenderly rubbed Delia's back and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

'If we're going to keep going I need a gatorade or a snack or something,' Delia replied, wrapping her arms around Patsy.

'I have something you can nibble on if you're hungry,' Patsy quipped with a wiggle of her eyebrow.

'Cheeky,' Delia said as she playfully bit Patsy's shoulder.

'So what's your record, anyway?' Patsy asked.

'My record?' Delia asked, raking her fingers through her hair to get it out of her face.

'Yeah, how many times have you been able to have an orgasm in one evening?'

'By myself or with another person?'

'Both.'

'With another person, three, maybe four?'

'And by yourself?'

'I think six, though I had an abundance of red wine and a rather powerful vibrator that evening.'

'So you like toys, hmm?'

'Love them. Shame we don't have any with us this evening.'

'Not true, you're using one right now.'

'That so?' Delia said, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes slightly, considering what Patsy had said.

Delia grinned, taking a fistful of Patsy's hair in her hand and pulling her head back, causing Patsy to close her eyes and gasp, 'You want to be my little plaything, Pats?'

'I want to be whatever you so desire,' Patsy said softly as she allowed Delia to guide her down to rest her head against the pillows.

'And what does my plaything want, hmm?' Delia asked softly as she licked along the length of Patsy's neck.

'I want to do whatever it is you want to do,' Patsy sighed.

'I like that answer,' Delia said as she let go of Patsy's hair.

Delia sat up and looked down at Patsy curiously, considering her. Patsy watched Delia's eyes trail down and up her body, a slow smirk spreading across her features.

'I think I want to watch my plaything touch herself,' Delia said, dismounting from Patsy and falling on her back beside Patsy on the pillows. She sighed resoundingly as she rolled on her side towards Patsy, resting her head in her hand as she looked to the redhead expectantly.

Patsy nodded in understanding, feeling herself blush and bite her lip shyly before she stroked her own thigh with her right hand.

'No, no,' Delia said, and Patsy paused, looking at her, 'sit up, cariad. I want to be able to see you.'

Patsy licked her lips, sitting up on her knees and facing Delia, she slowly reached her hand between her legs again. Despite being absolutely turned on, she still couldn't help but feel a bit shy and vulnerable under Delia's gaze, which was looking quite voracious at the moment as Patsy finally touched herself. She focused on ignoring those little bits of doubt and closed her eyes, concentrating on how much she would rather have her head between Delia's legs at the moment as she skillfully rolled her fingers over her own clit.

'Tell me what you're thinking about,' Patsy heard Delia say softly.

Keeping her eyes closed, Patsy took a deep breath and focused on her words, 'I'm… I'm thinking about your pussy.'

'Yeah?' Delia asked, 'What about it?'

'I'm thinking about how good it feels against my face, how good it feels in my mouth' Patsy sighed, feeling herself her closer to that edge as she rubbed herself faster, 'how warm and sweet you are, how wonderful you taste, how good it feels to make my girl come…'

'My girl?'

'Ah,' Patsy halted her motions and looked to Delia worriedly, 'sorry,' she said completely removing her hands from herself, 'I'm sorry.'

Delia looked rather confused, 'Why are you sorry?'

Patsy blinked, swallowing a heavy lump in her throat, 'because I shouldn't call you that. You… you're not mine. You don't belong to anyone but yourself,' Patsy finished. She knew it was true, but saying those words out loud caused a sharp, painful spear to pierce her heart.

'Pats,' Delia started, sitting up, 'you can absolutely call me that.'

'Really?'

'Yes, silly,' she said, crawling over to Patsy and rising on her knees to be face to face with the taller woman, and Patsy noticed a blush across her cheeks as she spoke, 'I would love it if you called me your girl,' she finished, sweetly kissing Patsy.

'You would?' Patsy asked, feeling any doubt she may have had completely squelched. She felt elated and relieved and very, very happy at being told she could call Delia her girl.

'Mmhmm,' Delia said, 'now,' she continued with a sly whisper, 'would a little taste of your girls pussy help you get back in the mood?'

Patsy nodded as she bgan touching herself again, her heart fluttering wonderfully in her chest as she watched Delia touch herself, bringing her two fingers to Patsy's mouth coated with her natural wetness for Patsy to taste.

'There you are sweet girl, just for you,' Delia said as she bit her lip.

'Thank you,' Patsy breathed as she closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around Delia's fingers, her tongue swirling over the digits, gently sucking on them. The taste of her sweet juices had Patsy moaning as she continued to greedily suck on Delia's fingers, wanting to get every last drop she was allowed.

Delia suddenly pulled her fingers from her mouth.

'Don't you dare come,' she commanded, and Patsy immediately whipped her hand away from herself, her knees buckling slightly at the pain. She writhed from being pulled back from that edge, but it was a rather delightful pain not quite unlike being spanked as she was earlier.

Delia smiled and tenderly brushed Patsy's fringe out of her eyes.

'Good girl,' she breathed as she kissed her, 'So good…,' she sighed as she trailed her fingers over Patsy's plump lips, 'if you stay good, I'll let you come,' she said as her fingers trailed lightly over Patsy's breasts.

Patsy breathed as Delia touched her, her heart beating in anticipation as her fingers dipped lower and lower. She had hope that Delia would touch her where she desperately wanted her to most, but at the last moment, the brunette pulled way, and Patsy let out a breath of air that she didn't know she had been holding in.

'But I'm not done with you yet,' Delia said with a mischievous smile, 'I'm not ready to let my plaything do anything but please me before she pleases herself.'

'Of course,' Patsy breathed, 'what would you like darling?'

Delia tenderly ran her fingers through Patsy's hair before responding, her smirk growing into a smile, 'I think I want my plaything to tie me up, just so she can see how much fun it can be.'

'Tie you up?' patsy asked with wide eyes. Had she heard her correctly?

'Mmhmm,' Delia said, sitting back on her heels, 'Look around to see what you can bind my wrists with,' she said, relaxing against the bed.

Patsy sat there blinking for a moment. She really wanted her to tie her up?

Delia shooed her away with a flick of her wrist, 'Go on! Don't keep me waiting sweetheart.'

Patsy hopped out of bed in an instant, looking around, just wondering what on earth she could find around here that would work. Ther clothes were on the floor, but there was nothing there that would really do the trick. Patsy walked over to the linen closet and opened it, wondering if there was anything in there she could use. All she saw were fluffy towels that were much too thick to be used as ties.

She sighed and closed the door, glancing back at Delia who was leaning against the pillows, looking rather amused with her hands interlocked behind her head, watching as Patsy racked her brain looking around the room for anything that could work.

Patsy decided she needed to expand her breadth and move about the house to see what she could find.

She walked to the bathroom and took a quick peek, noticing that behind the door hanging on hooks were two cotton dressing gowns… Two dressing gowns with similarly long cotton belts. Belts that Patsy happily tugged from their loops and held in her hands as if she were measuring something delicate. She pulled taught on the belts and decided they would do the trick.

Patsy paused before she walked back into the bedroom, her eyes catching their coats by the front door. She saw her long red scarf dangling around her coat and walked over to grab that, too, thinking it could come in handy.

All three ties in her hand, Patsy walked back into the bedroom and shut the door behind her, loving the way Delia eyes lit up as she approached.

'Ooh, what do you have there?' she asked, sitting up on her knees again.

'Two dressing gown belts and one scarf,' Patsy said as she rounded the bed to be closer to Delia.

'Ooh, is one of them a blindfold?'

Patsy paused, not having thought of that.

'It can be if you want,' she said as she stood behind Delia.

'Oh, I do want. I think that's pretty fun, too.'

'As you wish,' Patsy said as she took the scarf and folded it in half longways, carefully wrapping it around Delia's eyes and tying it snug along the back of her head.

'Is that alright, darling?' Patsy asked as she smoothed Delia's long hair over her shoulders.

'It's perfect,' Delia smiled.

Patsy took the two belts in her hand and paused for a moment, wondering just how to do this. Did Delia want her to tie her to the bed? Did she want her to bind her legs, too, or just her hands?

'How would you like for me to tie you up?' Patsy asked.

Delia reached behind herself and grasped her wrists with her hands.

'Just the wrists, please,' she said, and Patsy looped one of the dressing gown belts around her wrists and tied it off snug.

'How is that?'

Delia tugged at herself and the tie didn't budge, 'I think that will do.'

Patsy tenderly kissed her shoulder as she grazed her hands over Delia's arms, and Delia smiled.

'Will you lay me down on my back, cariad?' Delia asked.

'Of course, darling,' Patsy said, and she gently guided Delia to lay down, resting her head against the pillows.

Patsy walked around the other side of the bed and crawled in, sitting on her bum beside Delia, just looking at her beautifully naked form, taking her in. Patsy wasn't sure what to do with herself, or with Delia, but she couldn't help herself as she reached over and placed her hand on Delia's thigh, dangerously close to where she really wanted to be touching her.

'Ah, ah,' Delia said as she clamped her thighs together, trapping Patsy's hand, 'not yet.'

'Sorry, darling,' Patsy said before she moved her hand, 'How terribly rude of me to not have asked first.'

'Absolutely,' Delia grinned, 'but don't worry, you'll have a chance to make it up to me.'

'And just what would you like, sweetheart?' Patsy asked, growing excited at the prospect of pleasing Delia again.

Delia grinned, biting her lip, 'Pats, what do you think I would like, hmm?'

Patsy thought for a moment. If Delia's pussy was off limits for now, what about the rest of her? Would she want Patsy to touch her everywhere else? Maybe she would. She had wanted Patsy to be soft and gentle with her throughout the evening, so maybe she wants to continue the trend.

Patsy spotted the unused dressing gown belts and held it in her hands. It was soft and light to the touch, the fluffy cotton felt delicate in her hands.

She wrapped the loose end around her hand several times so there was only a little bit dangling from between her thumb and forefinger. Starting at Delia's knee, Patsy feathered the soft material slowly along Delia's thigh, the smaller woman twitching with a surprised gasp.

'Ooh,' Delia sighed as she rubbed her legs together and arched her back, 'oh, cariad, I like that.'

Delia gulped and took a deep breath as Patsy moved at a snail's pace along the underside of her tummy, twitching at the featherlight touches.

'Oh, I like that a lot,' Delia breathed again as she arched into the light touches.

Patsy continued, thoroughly turned on, and also quite amused at just how sensitive Delia's skin was. She loved watching the skin around Delia's breasts contract, the little bumps on her skin rising as her nipples hardened at the achingly soft touches. She loved watching Delia wiggle, struggling to move, pulling against her restraints as she allowed Patsy to continue this delicious torture. She loved listening to Delia give those little soft gasps and giggles as Patsy traced the soft belt along her chest and neck, along her cheeks and back down again.

'Pats,' Delia asked.

'Hmm?' Patsy asked, seemingly coming out of her trance.

'I really want you to do this same thing with your mouth,' she breathed.

Patsy perked up, excited, 'Of course, darling,' she said as she sat up and unwrapped the belt from her hand and tossed it aside. She sat up on her knees and moved to start where the began before, at Delia's knees. She placed a gentle hand on the underside of Delia's thigh, but before she could place her mouth on her, Delia tugged her leg away.

'No, no,' she smiled, 'no hands, naughty girl.'

Patsy smiled, 'So sorry darling,' she sighed as she brought her lips to lightly brush against Delia's thigh, 'I hope you can find it within you to forgive my infraction.'

'Oh,' Delia sighed, arching her back again as Patsy slowly trailed up her thigh before moving to her other leg, 'I think I'll have I see how good you are before I make up my mind.'

Patsy merely smiled as she featherd her lips over the little brown curls between Delia's legs before kissing her there, extracting a delightful giggle and sigh from Delia.

So hands weren't an option, Patsy thought, but Delia made no protest when Patsy used the tip of her nose to gently nuzzle the soft skin of her hips and belly, and she seemed to rather enjoy when the delicate strands of Patsy's hair gently grazed over her skin as she moved up her body.

Patsys nose lightly grazed along the underside of Delia's breasts before her soft lips brushed against the sensitive skin there. Her tongue reached out to lightly lick her nipple before gently blowing there, and Patsy watched as the sensitive bud grew hard, pulling away as Delia arched into her, smiling rather smug at her aching gasps.

'Ooh, Pats,' Delia whined, her body arching towards her before falling back on the bed again and falling still once more. Patsy took that as a sign to continue, and she leaned over and repeated her same motions to Delia's other breast, making absolutely sure she was as soft and gentle as possible to get the most reaction out of her.

With another aching cry, Patsy was delighted to see that it worked, and she sat back and watched as Delia arched towards her once more, except this time she rolled all the way over onto her belly with a soft 'Oof!'

Delia giggled, pushing her face into the mattress shyly as she flexed her wrists, opening and closing her hands as she playfully kicked her feet, slamming them back down on the bed. This caught Patsy's eye and she couldn't believe she had been kissing along Delia's body all this time and had somehow managed to neglect her feet.

Knowing she was still not allowed to use her hands, Patsy leaned down and playfully nibbled at a bit of skin on Delia's bum, sweetly kissing her there as she trailed her lips down softly, her mouth and nose grazing over the sensitive skin that was the crevice between her bum and thigh, softly and gently kissing her way down, smiling at all the giggles and gasps she was extracting from Delia, her hands flexing as the soft touches tickled her skin. Patsy continued making her way down Delia's leg with her mouth, kissing her behind her knee, down her calf, kissing the protruding curve in her ankle before her lips finally were able to appreciate those wonderfully curved arches she had grown to love, that turned her on so much for reasons she couldn't explain.

Delia was arching her back, pressing her body into the bed and giggling as Patsy sweetly kissed the bottoms of each and every one of her toes. When Patsy was ready to move to the next, Delia lifted her foot for better reach. Patsy gave the foot equal attention and Delia hummed appreciatively as she felt Patsy kiss and lick and nibble her way up her other leg, mirroring her prior motions. She feathered her lips behind Delia's knee, kissed and licked her way up the back of her thigh, taking time to pay special attention to the underside of her bum, smiling to herself as she made Delia twitch and gasp at her touches. Saliva pooled in Patsy's mouth as the scent of Delia's arousal hit her nose, but she knew she went allowed to touch her there yet, so she swallowed and forced herself to move on. She grazed her nose over the pale skin of her bum, playfully kissing her there, trailing her lips along her hips and lower back.

Patsy decided to take a risk and be a little more bold. She pulled away only for a moment to situate herself between Delia's legs, her arms on either side of her as she pressed her pelvis against her bum and leaned down to kiss the woman tenderly between her shoulders.

Patsy's move was well worth the risk, because she heard Delia sigh happily at the sensation, her skin against hers, her warmth, at the feeling of Patsy's weight pushing her into the bed. Delia gave several pleading sighs and Patsy could feel the woman under her flex her hands, her arms struggling to move but it was in vain as Patsy had bound her so well.

'Pats,' Delia sighed, moaning, 'oh, Pats, I need more of you,' she whined urgently.

Patsy continued kissing down her spine as she replied, 'Whatever could you mean, darling?'

'Hands,' Delia sighed, pushing her face into the bed, 'You can use your hands.'

'You mean like this?' Patsy said, pulling away to sit on her ankles and grasping Delia by the hips, hoisting her up so that her bum was in the air.

Delia gasped as Patsy was on top of her again, bent over Delia with a strong thigh between her legs, her mouth on her back as her hands reached around to palm her hips and breasts.

'Ooh,' Delia whined as Patsy continued caressing her body with her large hands, 'Oh, yes, I love that, I love that…' Delia trailed off pressed by her face into the mattress once more as she ground her pussy against Patsy's thigh, 'oh please don't stop cariad, please don't stop, please don't…'

She trailed off as Patsy grabbed hold of her tight, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman as she guided her to sit up, her back against Patsy's front. Patsy kept one arm wrapped around Delia while the other held onto her hip and guided Delia to grind against her thigh.

'Oh, Jesus, fuck…,' Delia choked out as her head fell back, resting on Patsy's shoulder.

She continued her her moaning, her sighs and whimpers turning to her native Welsh tongue as Patsy continued holding her tight, guiding her to rock on her thigh. Patsy breathed along with her, panting in her ear at the physical exertion, taking a few precious moments to kiss her exposed neck and shoulder.

'Mmm, Pats,' Delia leaned forward as far as she could with Patsy holding her tight, 'Oh, Pats,' she cried out desperately, gritting her teeth as Patsy felt her hips quicken their pace, her breathing hitch.

'Are you going to come for me darling?' Patsy breathed out, her arm moving from Delias hip to wrap around her waist to hold her steady.

'Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes…' Delia cried, 'oh, Pats, cariad, fuck, please don't stop…' her rambling eventually gave way to wanton, aching moans as her body tensed.

Patsy hugged her tight as Delia gave one last cry and rocked hard, her body wanting to propel forward as she came, but Patsy held on. Delia's aching cries filled the room as she shook, Patsy's own body pulsing with desire, the need to be touched herself was growing urgent and painful as she felt Delia convulse against her thigh. It was one of the most tender and erotic things she had ever experienced and she selfishly wished she could have come with Delia then, but she knew this was for her, and being the one to make her come, to make her feel this good, this intense pleasure, meant so much to Patsy.

Delia's cries eventually died down to sighs, and Patsy felt her grinding cease, her shaking body only slightly quivering in her arms as she came down from such an intense orgasm.

'Pats,' Delia panted, 'oh, Pats…,' she leaned forward and Patsy gently let her go, falling forward with her, guiding Delia to lay down on her side.

'Everything alright, darling?' Patsy asked.

'Oh, god, yes,' Delia sighed, still catching her breath, 'just… untie me now. Please.'

Delia flexed her hands for emphasis and Patsy pulled on the dressing gown belt, and in one fell swoop, the belt became undone and Delia was free. The brunette immediately reached up to take off her blindfold and to Patsy's surprise, jumped out of bed and ran out of the room.

Patsy sat up, a little perplexed at having been left alone all of a sudden on the bed surrounded by pillows and their fluffy duvet as Delia disappeared across the hall into the bathroom. She was able to hear rushing water, and could only assume Delia was… rinsing off?

'Sorry,' Delia said as she appeared in the bedroom, grinning like a madwoman as she ran back over to the bed and pounced on Patsy. The taller woman landed on her back with a shout, her legs in the air as Delia intertwined her limbs with Patsy's, pressing her body against hers, running her fingers through her hair, and kissing her deeply.

'I didn't mean to leave you,' she breathed between kisses, 'I just,' she kissed her again, 'That was so hot and,' she kissed Patsy's chin and jaw, 'oh, fuck, Pats,' she kissed her collarbone, 'oh, cariad, I just want to touch you,' she sighed.

Patsy closed her eyes and sighed, and couldn't help the smile that crossed her features as the back of her head hit the sheets, 'So you went and washed the aloe off your hands?'

'Mmhmm,' Delia responded, her mouth occupied as she tugged on one of Patsy's nipples.

'How considerate of you… ah!' Patsy said as Delia playfully bit down on the underside of her breast.

Patsy bit her lip, feeling Delia work her way down her body with her mouth, her hands moving to palm over her sensitive breasts while she kissed along her ribcage and her stomach. Patsy had never remembered feeling so sensitive before, but she mused that all the foreplay and making Delia come like that must have sent all her nerve endings into sensory overload.

'You watch that cheeky tone of yours,' Delia warned playfully, 'the sun hasn't even set yet,' she said, biting at Patsy's protruding hip bone, 'I can keep up this teasing all night.'

'Challenge accepted,' Patsy grinned, not at all minding if Delia wanted to carry on.

Delia tisked as she pulled at one of Patsy's nipples with her thumb and forefinger, causing Patsy to arch her back and let out a strangled cry.

'I think I've had enough of your smart mouth,' Delia said, crawling back up along the taller woman, 'I think I liked you better when your mouth was occupied.'

Patsy raised a challenging eyebrow up at her, 'And just what do you plan to do about it, smart girl?' '

'Hmm,' Delia hummed in thought as her eyes drifted to the dressing gown belts that had her bound not too long ago, 'Well, I suppose I could gag you, but I don't want to do anything we hadn't discussed prior.'

Patsy gave an appreciative nod.

'So, the only option is to do the next best thing.'

'What's that?'

Delia blushed and looked at Patsy demurely for a moment before she moved to untangle herself from Patsy's limbs and hopped off the bed for a moment, walking to the chest of drawers and finding a hair tie. She situated her hair in a messy bun as she joined Patsy on the bed again, walking on her knees towards her before she lifted her leg over Patsy, facing the taller woman's feet as she straddled her chest.

Patsy imagined if she had been a cartoon character just then, there would be hearts and stars in her eyes as she watched Delia lower herself onto her face. Patsy situated her arms so that they were under Delia's thighs, her hands on her hips as she guided Delia's pussy to her mouth.

'There,' Delia sighed, throwing her head back slightly as she grit her teeth, 'that ought to shut you up.'

Patsy didn't really care in that moment if she had annoyed Delia by being cheeky. She had a mouthful of her delicious pussy smothering her face and she was absolutely in heaven. She didn't care that she couldn't breathe. She didn't care that her chin and neck were covered in a delightful mixture of her own spit and Delia's natural juices. It was messy and it was sloppy and it was wonderful and she took huge gasps of air when Delia rocked on her face and then went back to making the woman above her own and cry out as she hungrily lapped at her.

Patsy felt Delia lean forward and touch her between her own legs, her fingers coating themselves with Patsy's wetness, which she was sure was pooling into the sheets by now. She moaned against Delia as she felt the woman roll her fingers over her sensitive clit, relieved and excited that Delia was finally touching her, her legs falling open to give Delia better access.

'Oh, cariad,' Delia sighed, 'you're so wet, so horny for me,' she said softly as she lay down flush against Patsy.

Patsy could only moan in response as her mouth was rather full. She sighed as she felt Delia kiss her inner thighs and run a teasing palm over the soft curls between her legs.

'How… ah,' Delia sighed as Patsy continued lapping at her, 'how badly do you need to come right now, sweetie?'

Patsy used her hands to grip Delia's hips and pull her off her face.

'I've never needed anything so bad in my entire life!' she cried out desperately, almost gritting her teeth as she thrusted her hips, aching for contact.

Delia gave a little chuckle, 'Alright cariad,' she said as she stroked Patsy once more with her fingers, 'You don't need permission to come this time. You've earned it.'

'Oh, thank you,' Patsy breathed out, relieved, before she guided Delia's pussy back to her face and continued eating her out. She whimpered only for a moment as she finally felt Delia's wonderful tongue firmly lap at her, tasting her, rolling over her clit over and over again before gently sucking on the sensitive nerve ending. Hearing Delia moan while she tasted her only made Patsy want more of her, and she unconsciously spread her legs more, her legs bending at the knees so she could push herself up to Delia's face, giving the smaller woman better access. Meanwhile, Patsy mirrored Delia's motions with her own mouth and felt Delia tense above her. Patsy thought it rather miraculous, really, as she felt Delia was about to have yet another orgasm, but she was more than happy to realize that the thought of making Delia come again was driving her towards her own powerful orgasm, and with one last stroke of Delia's wet tongue and gentle pull with her soft lips, she was suddenly there.

'Oh, fuck,' Patsy cried out as she pulled Delia away from her once more, pushing Delia forward so the smaller woman rested on her chest as she came. Her eyes slammed shut, seeing galaxies behind them, as she felt that powerful throb rock her body, her pulse pounding in her ears as those waves of pleasure crashed hard over her, causing her toes to curl and her hips to roll into Delia, over and over again until she couldn't take it anymore.

Patsy finally felt her shaking subside, replaced only by small quivers as she felt Delia dismount from on top of her. The brunette turned to face her, and Patsy opened her eyes to see a huge dimple inducing smile on her face.

'Hmm?' Patsy hummed tiredly, looking up at her through heavy eyes.

'You just look like a shiny, sloppy mess right now,' Delia laughed, motioning to Patsy's wet chin and neck with her hand.

'There isn't much in my life that isn't a big sloppy mess,' Patsy quipped as she wiped her face off with the bedsheet. She sighed, 'Suppose we'll need to wash these again.'

'That can wait,' Delia said as she fell back against Patsy, tucking her head in the crook of her left shoulder. Patsy automatically wrapped her arm around Delia shoulders and pulled her close.

'You didn't come,' Patsy said as she nuzzled her nose against Delia's ear, the woman in her arms giggling in response.

'I've come like four times, Pats!'

'Yeah, but you were close to coming again weren't you?' Patsy said as her right hand softly caressed Delia's stomach, cupping her breasts as she sweetly kissed her shoulder.

Delia closed her eyes and arched into her touches, 'I might have been…'

'Mmhmm,' Patsy hummed as she brought the tips of her two fingers to Delia's lips, the brunette smiling sleepily before she opened her mouth and lazily let Patsy enter, rolling her tongue over the tips of her fingers, coating them with a layer of spit.

'I suppose,' Delia said as Patsy removed her fingers, 'we could try…'

'We could…' Patsy trailed off as her hand wandered down Delia's body, the smaller woman's legs falling apart as she gently rolled the tips of her fingers over her clit, smiling slightly at Delia's little gasp.

'Gentle…' Delia said as she closed her eyes, her body turning slightly towards Patsy.

'Gentle,' Patsy repeated softly, her grip around Delia's shoulders tightening slightly as her lips sought Delia's and the two kissed while Patsy stroked her, soft and slow.

Delia's breathing turned to whimpering as she opened her mouth and allowed for Patsy's tongue to lick her lips, to enter her mouth and gently press her tongue against hers. She sighed as Patsy gently licked her bottom lip before tugging on it teasingly, and Delia reached up a hand to hold Patsy's head in place. Patsy felt her mimic her kissing, and smiled slightly, feeling happy that Delia wanted to keep kissing her like this as she held her in her arms.

Patsy had to focus hard to keep her fingers at this slow and steady pace, to not increase her pressure or rhythm as Delia began panting against her mouth, her chest heaving as she took in large breaths of air. Patsy knew she was close again and she felt her body tense in her arms once more, and before she knew it, with a soft little squeak that was the cutest sound in the world, as far as Patsy was concerned, Delia let out a huge breath of air that she had been holding as she quivered once more in Patsys arms.

Patsy pulled her hand away and caressed Delia's hips and thighs as the smaller woman breathed, raking her fingers through her hair as she came down from her fifth orgasm that afternoon.

'Mm,' Delia moaned as she brought Patsy to her for another kiss, 'I liked that one the best.'

'You did?' Patsy asked with a goofy smirk, 'but it was little.'

'So?' Delia pulled away slightly so she could look at Patsy, 'I liked it because you were holding and kissing me.'

Patsy blushed, suddenly overcome with affection at Delia's words as she shyly tucked her head into the crook of the smaller woman shoulder, wrapping her arms around her tight.

Delia merely giggled at how cute Patsy was being, and wrapped her arms around her head, 'Did you like it, too?'

Patsy merely nodded, her heart beating in her chest frantically, feeling as if it was swelling, wanting to burst with love and affection for the woman in her arms, and it was so overwhelming that she had absolutely no way to articulate how she was feeling, so she remained silent and hugged Delia tight.

'Do you think it's sweet, Pats?'

Patsy nodded.

'I think so too,' Delia said, twirling her fingers around a strand of Patsy's hair, 'and I bet you like being able to hold your girl while you make her come, hmm?'

Patsy pulled away and grinned, 'And I bet you like being held by your Pats while she makes you come.'

Delia smiled and sweetly nuzzled her nose against Patsy's, 'It's becoming one of my most favorite things in the whole world.'

There were a lot of moments that day that had made Patsy feel happy, but this one surpassed them all.

She pulled Delia tight and closed her eyes, kissing the smaller woman as she giggled in her arms, the two of them feeling quite giddy as they kissed and entangled their legs.

The two women pulled away from one another as a loud rumbling from someone's stomach interrupted their moment.

'I think we should move to the kitchen,' Delia said with a sigh.

'You're right,' Patsy sighed, 'We haven't fucked in there, yet.'

'I meant for supper you cheeky-!' Delia playfully swatted at a giggling Patsy, the two women giving one last tight embrace before they disentangled themselves and got up off the bed.

The two picked up their clothes off the floor and dressed solely for warmth as they made their way to the kitchen, Delia whipping up something quick for them to refuel as Patsy took a seat at the kitchen table. They chatted as Delia stirred some sauce for pasta and the two of them talked about the coming week, discussing the logistics of just how they were going to interact with each other once they returned to work, and making plans to spend time together over the upcoming weekend.

After dinner was eaten and dishes were washed, the two shared a nice long shower where they washed each other's hair and scrubbed down. They lay around for a bit in their fluffy towels and cuddled and talked some more before they grew cold and decided to dress and spend their last evening together in each other's arms watching a movie from the large collection on the lounge.

Before they could commence with their plans, Delia decided to allow Patsy one last special treat for the evening as she leaned over the kitchen table and teasingly pulled down her tracksuit bottoms, allowing Patsy to finally fuck her with her fingers that evening for being such a good girl. Her pride wouldn't have been able to take not properly fucking in every room in the house before they left on the morning.

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The next morning the two woke earlier than they had set their alarms for, both feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiousness to get started with their trip and get back home, though it was mixed with a bit of sadness that they were leaving this place.

Delia cooked the two of them a bit of breakfast and packed some snacks for the road as Patsy ran the sheets through the wash and did a once over to tidy up the small house one last time. The two dressed, Delia finding it funny that they both decided to wear the same clothes they arrived in, and packed their bags, taking a break to sit and have a bit of tea while they waited for the sheets to finish in the dryer.

Delia sweetly left a thank-you note to whomever owned the house while Patsy left a bit of cash on the kitchen table as a way to repay them for the food and petrol. She could only shake her head, thinking there was no way to repay whomever owned the house for all that she and Delia had experienced here together in the short amount of time they had been stuck here.

Patsy grabbed their bags and threw them in the boot, then started the car, letting it sit idle to warm up for their long journey.

As Patsy was about to make her way back into the house, she paused on the front step of the porch as Delia emerged from the house and closed the door behind her.

'Ready?'

'I was going to dress the bed,' Patsy started, and Delia smiled.

'I did it,' she said, 'took out the rubbish, too.'

'You didn't have…' Patsy stopped talking at the warningly look Delia was giving her, 'I mean thank you,' she added quickly.

'That's what I thought,' Delia said smug and walked the few paces along the porch to meet Patsy.

She paused and took a moment to fuss with Patsy's uneven scarf, tucking it into the taller woman's coat as she shivered from the cold slightly.

'So, are we ready?' she asked, her breath coming out in white puffs around her head.

Patsy smiled slightly and removed her scarf, throwing it over Delia's shoulders and wrapping it snug around her neck.

'I think so,' Patsy replied.

Delia winked, 'Thanks, angel.'

Patsy grinned as she and Delia walked to the car, pausing only for a moment as she opened the passengers side door for Delia.

Delia gave a shy smile at the gesture and sweetly kissed Patsy before she climbed in.

Patsy shut the door behind her, marveling to herself that the last time they were in this car together they had been fighting, and now… now everything had changed.

With one last resounding sigh, she got behind the wheel and settled in, the two women pausing, looking at the small house one last time before Patsy shifted the car into gear, and they took off.