Delia stretched lazily on the couch with a yawn as she instinctively reached down and felt Patsy's face from where the ginger was laying on the floor beside her. Cracking an eyelid, Delia saw that the movie they had put on had ended and was looping on the menu in a low volume. Patsy had come back late from dropping Trevon and Ellie off at their great auntie Blod's and had laid down on the floor, appearing to not want to wake Delia on the couch.

Sitting up with a groan, Delia realized she was still in the nice clothes she had worn to Trixie's Christmas dinner. A slight snore rose from Patsy below her, and with a gentle nudge of her foot, the ginger gave a start.

"Huh?"

"Darling," Delia simply yawned.

"Babe," Patsy yawned back, stretched her arms above her head. For a moment, the pair looked at the living room in silence, the toys that had been opened that morning now lay around the room from where Trevon had been playing with them before they had to rush over to Trixie's.

Wordlessly, the two stood and began to gather up the toys and brought them to the young boy's room before placing them in his toybox. They stumbled into the kitchen and Delia put a kettle on for tea as Patsy flicked the TV off and returned to sit at the counter, head in her hands.

"We should have stolen some leftovers," Patsy muttered helplessly into her hands, "Or at least some of those damned rolls."

"Oh my God they were SO GOOD, Delia groaned, "I don't think there were any leftovers though!"

"We need to eat over there more often then," Patsy said with a mischievous wink.

"How did Trixie even meet him?!" Delia asked, looking a bit more awake.

"A cocktail party I guess," Patsy said, reaching for a box of biscuits and taking one, offering the box to Delia. The brunette shook her head.

"I'm still full, I ate way too much of that turkey," Delia chuckled, setting out some tea things, "I know Trixie is good with men, but a chef from the Ritz?! How?!"

"We will never know," Patsy said lowly with a chuckle, causing the other to laugh.

"He liked your Welsh cakes darling," Patsy added as Delia sat next to her, both waiting on the kettle.

The shorter woman's eyes widened.

"What?!"

"Mhmm, had two I believe… I know because I ate half of the plate and Barbara snuck the rest," Patsy said in a secretive whisper.

"Well then, now you know the Busby's cake recipe is the best!" Delia said with a sniff, though there was a soft side smile tugging at her lips.

Patsy smiled back sweetly before the kettle went off and Delia poured tea. As they drank their tea, Patsy thoughtfully placed her tea mug down and looked expectantly at Delia.

"Darling, let's go out."

Delia raised her eyebrows.

"Cariad, where are we going to go at nine o' clock at night on Christmas day?" the brunette demanded.

Patsy smiled before standing and extending her hand towards her wife.

"I know a place, babe."

"Here," Patsy said a half an hour later, kneeling before Delia as she tightened her skates, "Now we can go."

The two hobbled onto the deserted ice as quiet snow fell around them.

"Cariad, it's been awhile, I don't know about this," Delia said, her breath misting before her.

"I've got you darling, don't worry," Patsy murmured, grasping the brunette's hips from behind before edging them further onto the ice, Delia reaching for the side bar instinctively.

"It's okay love," Patsy chuckled, prying Delia's vice-like grip from the bar, the brunette grasping onto Patsy's hands on her hips as they wobbled further onto the ice, but remained remarkably upright.

"I can't believe you actually got me out here," Delia said in shock as her feet remained on the ice, her ankles trembling slightly as Patsy pushed off gently, nudging them along.

"It's relatively easy once you build up the strength for it," Patsy said simply, planting her other skate on the ice and pushing off with a smooth stroke, moving them a few feet forward.

"I swear to God if I fall on my ass again…" Delia grumbled reproachfully, making the other chuckle.

"I won't let that happen love, you know that," Patsy murmured, kissing the side of Delia's cheek as the surged forward with more strength, the air chilly on their cheeks and the fluffy snowflakes alighting on their hair in silence. The ginger wrapped her arms around the shorter Welshwoman and skated them in an arc around the empty rink, the brunette squealing with child-like delight all the while, making her giggle as well.

"Hold on tight," Patsy whispered before twirled them in a loose circle, making the brunette gasp and release an ecstatic laugh that echoed in the dimness of the night. They continued like that until their noses were frozen and they skated to the edge of the rink and sat down in the snow, watching it fall around them as they huddled close. After a while they rose up and went home, making hot chocolate, (with some schnapps in it, hey its Christmas), and warming up on the sofa before migrating to bed to share gentle yet passionate kisses in a loving embrace, and falling asleep still in their clothes, limbs entangled.