Delia stood nervously looking at herself in the full-length mirror in her room. The dress she had picked looked as lovely as she remembered, but with the hidden addition of the lingerie Delia held herself in a different manner. The lingerie itself was not seen at all, presently, but just knowing that it was there, Delia felt her confidence soar.
A soft knock on the door brought Delia out of her thoughts, "don't come in just now!" Delia shouted, admittedly a little harsher than intended.
"I'll meet you downstairs then Deels," Patsy replied and made her way to the front door of Nonnatus to wait for her partner.
Delia attempted to smooth down some rogue hairs in her fringe, she was wearing it loose, meaning it fell well past the level of her shoulders. The simple change in appearance made the whole structure of her face seem softer, less like Nurse Busby, and more like Deels. Grabbing her cardigan and her purse, Delia made her way to the door to join Patsy, taking a deep, steadying breath as she went.
Patsy's thorough mental run through of the day's plans was interrupted by the soft click of heels on wooden stairs. Looking up, she watched in awe as Delia glided her way down looking like a complete goddess. The dress made Patsy's eyes immediately focus on the curves of Delia's body and she began to blush. Delia grinned at the expression on Patsy's face, feeling very chuffed with herself, and proud that the dress had had the desired effect.
Patsy's eyes followed her as she closed the gap between them at the bottom of the stairs, and Delia giggled as she placed her hand under Patsy's chin and closed her gaping mouth for her. The blush turned from a subtle pink to a glowing red at the motion, and Patsy snapped herself out of the trance she had fallen into so easily.
"Ready to go?" Patsy attempted to ask in a casual manner, but cringed at the break in her voice that betrayed her.
Smiling, Delia nodded and exited through the door Patsy held open for her. Waiting at the bottom of the stone steps, Delia hooked her arm through the redheads when she joined her and together the began the leisurely walk to the cinema. The day was a sunny, but chilly, one although both women felt comfortable with just the coverings of their cardigans and the closeness of their bodies when walking.
After handing over their tickets and having a playful argument at the concession stand, with Delia wanting popcorn and Patsy wanting sweets, the couple made their way into the cinema to find it almost full. They managed to find two seats to themselves in the middle of the back row. Taking their seats carefully so as not to spill any of their shared popcorn or juice, Delia's excitement was contagious and Patsy couldn't help but smile at the glee on her face.
The lights dimmed and the movie began, but Patsy was unable to focus on the pictures in front of her. The most beautiful thing to her was sat on her right hand side. Feeling brave, she reached underneath the armrest and grasped Delia's hand, holding it out of sight of the other patrons in the room. Delia smiled a small smile as Patsy began to rub tiny circles on the back of her hand. Staying sat like that for the movie would have been exquisite for Patsy, but when Delia leant to her left and laid her head on Patsy's shoulder, she was sure that she had entered heaven. Turning to place a small discrete kiss on the top of her head, Patsy couldn't wipe the smile off of her face.
Sitting like this throughout the rest of the movie was the comfiest that both ladies had been in public together for a long time. During the fountain scene, Patsy's stocking covered foot once again found Delia's calf and slowly traced its way up to her knee and back down. Delia's breath shuddered in response and Patsy was fascinated by the way she could effect her so easily.
The pair remained in the cinema until the end of the credits, not wishing to part any earlier than required. The lights came up and they reluctantly stood and began smoothing dresses and fixing hair.
"Well that was lovely, the movie was great," Delia commented as they exited back out onto the street.
"I wouldn't know; I couldn't focus on the movie at all. Something else had stolen my attention," Patsy's eyes glistened innocently as she looked down at her partner.
"And what was it that dared to distract you from Anita Ekberg in the fountain?" Delia pried.
"You." Patsy responded simply, watching the compliment wash itself over Delia's face, lightening her features and somehow making her look even more beautiful than she already was.
"Come on," Patsy steered the two of them towards the tantalising smell of fish and chips wafting through the air on the breeze, before Delia had a chance to retort.
"Two fish suppers," ordered Patsy handing over the money to the assistant behind the counter. Gathering the food, she and Delia headed towards the river and managed to snag a bench so they could watch the world pass by as they ate.
"First the cinema and then fish and chips?! I am a lucky girl," Delia commented with a hint of fake sarcasm, "you sure know how to woo a lady, Miss Mount."
"I wasn't under the impression that you needed wooed Deels, I already thought I had you caught hook, line and sinker?" Patsy leaned playfully into Delia's shoulder nudging her to emphasise the point.
Delia laughed, "yes Pats, I suppose you already do."
The couple finished their meal sat huddled on the bench with the ebb and flow of Poplar all around them. Standing, Patsy pulled Delia to her feet and they began to wander back in the direction of Nonnatus House as the sun began to set. Arm in arm, the girls climbed the steps and headed into the House, finding silence. Entering the kitchen, they saw Barbara washing her plates.
"Look at you two lucky devils that have the day off," she commented, "free to enjoy the day as they please, with me stuck to the telephone overnight."
"Your sacrifice is duly noted Babs, but trust me, after all the tidying I did for this one today, I feel as though a shift on my bike around Poplar wouldn't have been half as draining." Patsy giggled as she dodged the soft slap to the arm that Delia tried to deliver. Barbara laughed and bade them goodnight as she set up station at the telephone with a novel and a cup of tea in her hands.
The tension between Patsy and Delia built as soon as Barbara left them alone. Hidden from view in the kitchen, Patsy cupped underneath Delia's chin and softly placed a kiss on her lips, relishing the sigh she got in return.
"I think it would be a good idea to move this upstairs," whispered Delia, "I'll meet you up there, grab some glasses. I've got some Johnny Walker that's just calling out to be consumed."
Patsy nodded and turned to grab the glasses as Delia left and made her way upstairs, heart pounding in her chest. As she entered her room, Delia made a beeline for the record player in the corner, picking a slow song with a calm melody, really the only one she had close to being a waltz, she kept the volume low and had just hung up her cardigan as Patsy entered the room.
Taking the glasses off of her, Delia poured a drink for each of them and they sipped away whilst listening to the tinkering of the song in the background. Growing bold once again, following the end of her first drink, Patsy removed her cardigan and walked back over to the door. Delia was confused for a second before seeing her intentions. Bending down, Patsy wedged the cardigan under the edge of the door tightly, so as to prevent anyone from entering. It allowed them the greatest amount of privacy that they could manage in such an open living environment. Patsy turned to find Delia standing by the bed, grinning at the action.
"My dearest Delia, may I have this dance?" Patsy asked walking back to Delia, her arm extended out in front of her.
Without saying a word, Delia grabbed Patsy's hand and was instantly pulled in close to the redhead's body. Holding her close, Pasty began to sway in time to the music and led them in a waltz, adapting for the space the bedroom provided. Resting her chin on Delia's head she breathed in her scent and relaxed, allowing the music to flow through her, enjoying the vibrations that were reverberating through her chest as Delia hummed along with the music.
Halfway through the second song Patsy stopped moving, Delia pulled back from her hold with a puzzled expression. Feeling the confidence of the alcohol in her system, Patsy leant down and kissed Delia. They had kissed many times before, but this time was different. The sparks of electricity were unmistakable. The kiss built up momentum, both women intoxicated by the wonderful sensation. Patsy nibbled on Delia's bottom lip and the sharp intake of breath from the Welshwoman allowed Patsy to slip her tongue into her lover's mouth, feeling the motion reciprocated a moment later when Delia recovered.
Hands roamed over bodies, grabbing at hips, backsides and hair, desperate attempts by passionate people to be closer than they were already. Patsy pulled back for breath, relishing in the view she had. Her makeup had left its mark on Delia's face, and it was beautiful. Her lips swollen from Patsy's onslaught complimented the burning light of passion in her eyes.
Delia looked at Patsy with lust in her eyes, and moved her hands up to the zipper at the top of Patsy's back, giving it a tug to relay her intentions without words. Patsy nodded and recaptured Delia's lips once more as her clothing was taken from her. Standing in just her underwear, Patsy felt compelled to level the playing field and began to unbutton the front of Delia's dress after a consenting nod.
Pushing Delia's dress from her shoulders, Patsy was halted in her mission by the lingerie she encountered. Her eyes grazed hungrily over the material that currently harnessed Delia's breasts in place and continued down her body, pausing at the curve of her hips and shape of her backside before snapping back up to Delia's face which had turned red under Patsy's gaze.
"Do you like it?" Delia asked.
"Yes…" Patsy let the words fall from her mouth in an almost guttural growl, pure desire commanding her vocal chords at that moment.
Stepping forward once again, Patsy ran her hands through Delia's hair and enjoyed the way it felt in her hands. She felt her brassiere being undone by those expert hands her love possessed. Keeping their lips interlocked, Patsy shrugged her way from her brassiere and let it fall to the ground. Turning to sit on the bed, Patsy brought Delia down to sit on her lap. Staring into her eyes, she began to undo the laces that held the corset in place. Once removed, Delia and Patsy embraced and revelled in the feel of skin against skin for the first time. The brushing of their breasts drove the ladies wild and stoked the fire that was growing inside both of them.
Standing once again, Patsy began an assault on Delia's neck as her hands traced their way down to Delia's pert backside and gripped it tight, causing her nails to dig in. Delia moaned, "Pats, please." Taking the hint to continue, Patsy slipped her finger underneath the waistband of Delia's knickers and pulled them down her legs in one swift motion. Delia stepped out of them and pushed up against Patsy. The small patch of hair at the top of Delia's legs brushed against Patsy's thigh and in doing so took with it the last of her resolve.
Picking Delia up, bridal style, she placed her on the bed, before stripping herself of her knickers and climbing onto the bed and pulling the cover over the two of them.
"Are you sure you are ready for this Delia, it is not too late to stop…" Patsy's concern was muffled by Delia's lips which kissed her quiet before making their way down her neck and across her collarbone. Patsy sighed with the sensation. Her body covered Delia's, with her elbows on either side of her torso and Patsy laid between her legs. The feeling of being so close to the one she loved was one that she never wanted to forget or take for granted. Patsy placed a peck on Delia's lips and made her way down her throat to her chest. Kissing small dots down the trough between Delia's breasts, Delia moaned. Patsy brought her hand up and captured one nipple in between her thumb and forefinger and massaged it, causing Delia to buck against Patsy above her.
Switching her attention to the other nipple, Patsy enclosed the first with her lips, which brought about the most arousing of sounds from Delia. Balancing the sensation out, she lapped at the other nipple all the while feeling Delia's hands in her hair, grasping at every bolt of pleasure that she experienced. Patsy's hands wound their way down Delia's body before stroking up and down Delia's thighs, scraping her nails on her skin. Lifting her head to catch her lovers eye, Patsy silently asked for the permission she desperately wanted. A breathy "yes" and a nod was all she required from Delia.
Patsy's hand found the patch of brown curls at the apex of Delia's legs and slid down until she felt Delia's wetness against her enquiring fingers with a groan being teased from Delia's throat. Her fingers continued their quest until they found the little nub of nerve endings they were seeking for. The squeal that erupted from Delia was unbelievably arousing, but had to be quickly stemmed, and Delia retracted one hand from Patsy's hair before biting down on it so as not to cause so much of a disturbance that it warranted investigating by the Nonnatuns.
Patsy's fingers moved against the mound slowly, circling round, bringing Delia to the height of pleasure. Slowly she dipped one finger inside Delia, the feeling was wonderful and Delia thought so too, her hips lifting against Patsy's pressure. Patsy could feel the tension in Delia's body building higher and higher and was completely awestruck by the vision in front of her. Delia was normally so well composed, so to see her so undone was invigorating. Patsy reached her free hand up to kneed Delia's breast as she lowered herself between Delia's legs. Feeling the warmth from Patsy mouth against her most intimate spot, Delia leant up slightly and caught the most naughty expression on Patsy's face, before she felt her tongue replacing her finger around that little bundle of pleasure.
Delia grabbed Patsy's hand from her breast and held it tightly. Gasps and moans escaping her mouth despite her hardest attempts to keep quiet. Patsy moved her fingers in time with her tongue and Delia peaked.
"Oh, P-p-patsy…" she exclaimed as she fell from her high, stomach contracting with the overwhelming sensations that racked her body. Patsy slowed her attack on Delia as she felt her body relax and sink back into the bed. Smiling, Patsy licked her lips and kissed her way up Delia's body before revelling in the sight that met her when she drew level with Delia's head. Patsy had not seen such contentment on a persons face before, and was proud that she was the cause of it. She leant down and pressed a loving kiss on Delia's lips, tongues mixing between mouths, sweet tasting with the faintest hint of Johnny Walker.
"Well that…that was something," Delia smiled up at Patsy looming above her.
"Yes, it certainly was," Patsy agreed, "I lo-…" Patsy was interrupted as Delia used her strength to flip their positions, landing with her full body on top of Patsy's tall frame.
"I cannot wait to return the favour," Delia stated, once again capturing Patsy's lips with gusto, enjoying the shiver that ran through Patsy's body at her words.
She kissed her way down to Patsy's breasts and mirrored the torture that Patsy had inflicted on her not so long ago. Delia took care to take the time to kiss each of Patsy's scars as she made her way down her long body, in the hope that the memories of tonight might help numb the memories of how the injuries were originally sustained. Patsy grasped at Delia's hair as she moved her onslaught down to her thighs.
Delia was horrified to see that the cigarette burns were also present here and she lavished each and every one of them with loving kisses. From here she could smell Patsy's arousal, and without warning she attached her mouth onto Patsy's nether regions eliciting a deep growl from her partner. Delia took her time in building Patsy up to the edge of oblivion before she inserted a finger and pushed her over the edge.
Joining Patsy at the top of the bed, Delia kissed away her blissful tears before pressing a light kiss on her nose and then again on her mouth. She settled next to her and pulled her in closely. Patsy lay on her back and Delia settled her head on Patsy's chest, cushioned by her breasts which remained sensitive following their recent escapades. Delia drew patterns over Patsy's stomach while Patsy stroked Delia's back, the two ladies far to overcome by emotion to speak.
As they lay, the world outside felt like a far away place. As they lay, a peaceful bliss fell across them. As they lay, their love grew and brought with it a feeling of eternal comfort.