Patsy woke lazily to the distant rumblings of thunder. She yawned and stretched before rolling over and spooning Delia, who must've come to bed after Patsy fell asleep.

"Are you awake?" Patsy murmured, pressing her lips on the junction of Delia's neck and shoulder.

"I am now, silly," Delia whispered back, turning over to face her wife.

The two smiled softly at each other, Patsy's fingers plucking at Delia's sleeve idly as the brunette curled a lock of ginger hair out of Patsy's face.

And without any prompting, the two leant in for a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

Patsy smiled against Delia's lips as she worked her hands into her dark tresses.

She loved how easy this had become.

To think that their first time they had tried so desperately to blunder across pleasure, their movements blind and shy. But those days were long gone.

She no longer worried about doing the 'right thing'; she had since memorized that. She had worshipped Delia's body, year after year, and it just got better and better. The very image of Delia coming undone was the most beautiful thing God could have graced the ginger with. The ecstasy and bliss that Patsy brought to her echoed in her ears and Patsy would fall in love all over again.

Patsy hummed contentedly into Delia's mouth as she crawled on top of the brunette. Delia's hands slid underneath the waistband of Patsy's shorts and she grasped her buttocks, making Patsy moan. Patsy pressed her tongue eagerly against Delia's lips, and was soon granted entry into her mouth. The brunette's hands moved up and irritably tugged at Patsy's shirt before roaming underneath it and grasping eagerly at a breast. Chuckling at Delia's impatience, Patsy leaned back, straddling the brunette as she locked a lustful gaze with hers.

The brunette placed her hands on Patsy's waist as the ginger removed her tank top, her torso now bare. Delia's eyes openly ravished Patsy's exposed body, making the taller woman blush slightly. Patsy leaned back down and gave Delia a brazen kiss before the brunette broke it off and moved down to press her lips reverently on Patsy's breasts. Patsy freely moaned, her breath hitching as she felt the heat pooling in her groin. They didn't need to worry about Ellie; she was of the age where she had enough sense to both not come running into their room in the middle of the night and to also ignore any sounds she might hear.

Patsy reached down and hooked Delia's knickers with her fingers before tugging them down lazily, letting her hands roam along the curve of her buttocks, down the slope of the back of her muscled thighs, and the elegant dip of her calves. After tossing the garment casually to the floor, Patsy returned her attention to Delia's rather needy mouth. Delia's hands wound into Patsy's hair as the ginger bit her bottom lip gently, drawing a strangled gasp from the other.

Patsy grinded her hips against Delia's waist wantonly before reaching underneath Delia's nightshirt and feeling along the brunette's navel. Patsy relished the feel of the soft, feathery skin beneath her hands that quavered as Delia gasped for breath. She probed strong abdominal muscles that grew taunt with every needy squirm. Patsy glanced up and felt her heart swell at the sight of open lust on her wife's face.

Eager to satisfy, Patsy tugged Delia's shirt up and over her breasts, making it bunch up around her shoulders. Delia wriggled out of it swiftly and soon Patsy had lowered her lips to Delia's navel, her hands now exploring the brunette's gloriously nude body without interruption. Delia's back arched with pleasure as Patsy kissed a few inches below her belly button, where her waistband would have been. The ginger then migrated up, kissing the valley running vertically down the center of her abdomen as her hands grazed up her sides and groped her soft breasts.

Reaching the desired spot, Patsy took a breast in her mouth, swirling her tongue around a harden nipple as Delia moaned and her hips bucked, her groin rubbing up against Patsy's stomach. Slightly in awe about how aroused they both seemed to be, Patsy moved to the other one, wanting her wife to be good and ready when she moved down below.

But then Patsy froze, her whole body going rigid.

No. It couldn't be.

But there it was.

Delia's expression went from impatience to concern in a matter of seconds as she gazed at Patsy, who hadn't moved from her breast. Patsy wasn't a tease, she was.

"What?" the brunette demanded.

Wordlessly, in an almost cautious motion, Patsy grasped Delia's left hand and pulled it up to feel the underside of her left breast. Hand still over the top of Delia's, Patsy pressed gently, her suddenly alarmed and serious gaze not leaving her wife's. Delia frowned initially, but then her jaw dropped as she felt it.

A small, hardened mass, right THERE.

"Does that hurt?" Patsy asked softly.

"No…" Delia answered truthfully, though her wind was short-circuiting. Was it supposed to hurt?!

Swiftly, Patsy rolled off of her wife and flicked the light on, the amorous mood long gone. Delia lay there, frozen, her palm pressing gently on the lump in shock.

The brunette then looked at her wife, her stunned expression mirrored in Patsy's face.

"Delia…" Patsy began slowly, "We should…get that…"

"It's midnight," Delia choked, a panicked expression on her face.

Patsy, ever the logical and stubborn one, frowned for a moment.

"The Pregnancy Center has a…a…"

"There won't be a technician," Delia pointed out, her tone suddenly emotionless.

"They will page one," Patsy said, raising up and fishing around for her discarded clothes. Delia resembled a lost puppy as she just watched Patsy get dressed. Biting her lip, Patsy took sympathy and began setting out clothes for her to wear. When the brunette didn't move, Patsy gently began to dress her, pressing kisses on her exposed skin before she covered it up.

"Come on, Deels," Patsy urged, though her voice quavered. Shaking herself as if roused from a great slumber, Delia allowed Patsy to pull her on her feet before the ginger knelt down to grasp her shorts and slowly tug them up, after she had made sure to press a kiss on her navel. After she was dressed, Patsy took her hand and led her out of their room, into the kitchen. Picking up her keys from the countertop, Patsy pressed them into Delia's hand.

"Go start the car, I'll go tell Ellie we are leaving," Patsy whispered. Delia's hand clenched Patsy's and didn't release it as her whole body began to tremble.

"Pats," Delia said in a strangled voice.

Patsy lifted Delia's chin up and forced the brunette to look into her tearful eyes.

"I love you, Delia," Patsy murmured, before pressing her forehead against her wife's and closing her eyes.

She took a shuddering breath and added, "I'm not going to lose you again."

The ginger suddenly felt Delia's mouth crash onto hers, in a needy, passionate fashion. And then the Welsh woman broke it off and began to walk towards the door like a zombie.