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Patsy waited up, as per usual. Reading Wuthering Heights, or pretending to as she wondered how much longer Trixie's night routine would be. For a woman who loves her sleep she sure does faff around a lot, Patsy thought to herself. Her frustrations stemming from the ache in her abdomen she had felt all day, bone deep. These cramps she gets a few days before her monthly’s. The tension in her stomach only intensified as she explored her body with Delia and the pleasures held between the sheets.
Knowledge of these activities and the relief they bring following her, interrupting her thoughts. It didn’t matter if she was reading a book, sitting through a lull in the conversation at dinner or having a bath. Memories of forbidden pleasures plagued her mind, stirring an increasingly hard to ignore, heat deep inside her.
Patsy sat, book open in front of her as she considered her new living situation. Thinking of how much she adores her new found proximity to Delia, even though they are not alone. I never even thought this possible. She mused, after the accident. I thought that was it. I didn't want it to be. But I feared I had lost her for good. I feared she would never be able to return to London, to nursing or to me. I’m just so lucky.
Patsy stared over at her clock, It’s 8pm. thinking, Surely soon Trixie will go to bed. I just want to see Delia in private, even for only a few minutes. The times they had chosen to be intimate at Nonatus had been risky, so far a risk that paid off. It wasn’t a risk they took particularly often. Only on nights like tonight when most of the nurses were out on call or on holiday. Patsy firmly crossed her legs curling her toes. Her body is alive with a forbidden longing, one she wishes she could shut down.
‘I’m off to clean my teeth,’ Trixie announced, picking up her toiletries on the way out.
This is my window, Patsy thought to herself. Waiting for Trixie to leave before closing her book, sneaking out of her room and over to Delias, checking the coast was clear before knocking softly. Delia opened the door with a smile, stepping aside to let patsy in.
‘Helô cariad’ Delia said softly, the Welsh lilt of her voice more pronounced now she is in private speaking her mother tongue.
Patsy locked the door, turning around, pulling Delia in for a kiss. Delia’s hands settling at her waist, Patsy felt the familiar lustful electricity surge through her. Swiping her tongue against Delia’s bottom lip, her body yearning for more contact and less clothes. Delia answered Patsy's unspoken request, quite flattered by her lover's enthusiasm.
‘Someone is excited’ Delia remarked, pulling away removing her dressing gown. Patsy’s eyes almost fell out of her head at the sight. Delia in a green lacy brassiere and matching panties.
Acting like nothing was amiss Delia walked around to her bed, sweetly asking. ‘Want to play a game of cards Pats?’
‘Yes, well, there are many other things I'd like to do as well.’ Patsy quipped, drinking in the sight before her as Delia took a seat on the head of the bed.
‘The loser has to remove an item of clothing.’ Delia explained, shuffling the deck. ‘Tonight we’re playing speed.’
‘What's speed?’ Patsy asked, I see what you’re doing. Patsy thought to herself, we play a game I'm not familiar with so loose and I'm the first to strip… cheeky.
‘Similar to spit,’ Delia responded, dealing the cards out. While explaining the rules.
The first round Delia won, Patsy's unfamiliarity with the rules causing her to hesitate too often to catch up.
‘Come on Pats,’ Delia playfully taunted. ‘This is a game of speed; you got to be speedy!’ She began to shuffle and re-deal the cards as Patsy went to light a smoke. ‘You're forgetting something Cariad.’ Delia prompted.
‘What?’ Patsy said, hoping feigning ignorance would save her, it did not.
‘Strip!’ Delia demanded, lowering her voice, threatening. ‘Or I'll make you.’
‘Oh, I actually could use some help,’ Patsy challenged. Delia stood, setting down the cards on the bed as Patsy swung her legs around and off the side of the bed. Placing them firmly on the floor. ‘My hands are otherwise occupied so I simply can’t undress myself.’
Delia rolled her eyes, ‘You’re just like the men I look after at work.’ Delia mocked, ‘Help me nurse,’ she mimicked, tucking Patsy’s hair behind her ear. ‘You’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself,’ Delia playfully scolded. Straddling Patsy’s lap. Patsy was far too busy appreciating her view; Delia’s chest, to respond.
‘If I'm helping you, I get to choose which item of clothing to take off first.’ Delia declared, smiling at Patsy, her hands slowly working on the buttons at the top of Patsy's green stripey nightshirt.
‘Oh! That's how it works is it?’ The red head mused taking a drag of her cigarette in an attempt to calm her racing nerves and the flood of arousal coursing through her. Delia traced her hands over Patsy's nipples, through the fabric of her nightshirt as she worked her way down. Eliciting a series of soft gasps and moans from Patsy as she closed her eyes, taking in the sensation. Her cheeks were as red as her hair by the time Delia gently pushed the fabric off her shoulders.
‘There, that wasn't so hard was it?’ Delia tutted, standing up, turning on her heel and slowly walking back to her place at the head of the bed. Patsy firmly crossed her legs, sure her arousal has soaked through her underwear by now.
‘We really don’t need to play any more card games,’ Patsy offered, hoping to speed up the process of her getting undressed and tangled in the sheets with Delia.
‘Yes we do,’ Delia objected, enjoying the anticipation their game was building. Patsy clenched her jaw letting out a deep sigh.
Patsy lost the next round by the smallest of margins, she protested her loss as she stood, quickly ridding herself of her pants. Declaring, ‘this round I will win!’ gesturing dramatically at Delia.
‘You're so sure for someone with such a poor track record’ Delia provoked as she scuffled and distributed the cards again.
‘What happens if I lose this round?’ Patsy asked.
‘You have to remove your knickers,’ Delia replied. A shit-eating grin spread across her face.
‘And the next?’ Patsy asked.
‘I’m afraid I can't say, that’ll spoil the surprise.’ Delia cooed as she finished, ‘I promise it’s a surprise you’re likely to enjoy.’
Patsy won the next game. Punching the air with excitement, purring, ‘Your turn to strip Deels.’ Delia happily obliged, pretending to be upset at her loss. I’ll let her have one victory, she thought. That one win, succeeded in giving Patsy a false confidence. Delia annihilated her in the next two rounds.
‘It seems I have no more clothes to remove’ Patsy noted. Feeling Delia's gaze pour over her naked frame as she stood at the foot of the bed.
‘I see that,’ Delia agreed, packing the cards away. Getting up off the bed. ‘Come, lie down.’ Delia insisted, patting the pillow.’
Patsy eagerly lay down, settling her legs shoulder with a part. Delia climbed on top of her, one knee in between her legs, resting some of her body weight on Patsy's lower half. The red head’s body responded immediately, inhaling as her hips bucked up against the strong, smooth muscle of Delia's thigh. A soft moan escaping her parted lips.
‘Excited are we?’ Delia mused, leaning in for a kiss.
‘That's the second time you’ve said that tonight,’ Patsy remarked. Her hands exploring Delia’s arms and back, ‘I want to try something.’ Delia whispered, her hungry gaze locked with Patsy's as she asked. ‘Have you ever… put anything… inside?’
‘Inside?’ Patsy replied, sucking her teeth, eyes widening as she understood what Delia meant. ‘No, no I haven’t. I suppose… I've never had a reason to.’
‘I read that fingers can feel quite nice,’ Delia offered.
‘Read?’ Patsy smiled, raising an eyebrow, ‘what have you been reading?’
‘It’s supposed to be for men,’ Delia’s voice trailed. ‘Pulp fiction, have you heard of it?’
Patsy shook her head, ‘It’s an American thing mainly…’
‘Sounds like the kind of thing that would get you in a lot of trouble if someone found it amongst your positions Delia. Are you sure-’
“Pats, please don’t.’ Delia interrupted, sighing. ‘I just… Can we have that conversation later?’
‘I just worry for you… for us.’
‘That is lovely Pats, it really is... But I'm trying to be intimate with you. We’ll talk about it later, I have them really well hidden, trust me.’
‘I-’ Patsy went to say before being interrupted.
‘Do you trust me Pats?’ Delia asked, looking deeply into Patsy’s deep blue eyes.
‘Yes, with my life.’ Patsy confessed.
‘It’ll be okay, I promise.’ Delia reassured, ‘Now, where were we? Oh! I remember..’ Delia leaned in, kissing Patsy’s cheek and jaw. Moving down her neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive spots, careful not to leave any marks. Patsy pressed her hips rhythmically up against Delia’s thigh, pleasure coiling in her stomach.
Delia moved down Patsy’s chest, sucking on the skin surrounding her nipple. Patsy whimpered at the loss of friction against her centre. Her hands making their way into Delia's hair, urging her to move her ministrations to her nipples. When her subtle hint proved futile, Patsy moved her right hand by her side, grasping the bed sheets as Delia continued her tantalising assault. So very close to the area Patsy dearly wished she’d focus on.
Patsy slowly moved her right hand over her thigh, through the soft auburn curls, dipping into her soaked centre. ‘Christ,’ she swore under her breath, arching her back as her fingers traced over her swollen nub.
“Patience Elizabeth Mount!’ Delia scolded, ceasing her assault as she sat up, looking over a sheepish looking Patsy.
Oh no, Patsy thought, her body rigid, frozen in place. The feeling of being caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to only adding to her arousal. Delia grasped Patsy’s right wrist, smacking her lips, threatening. ‘Tsk, tsk, tsk. I am going to have to tie you up if you try that again.’
Don’t threaten me with a good time, Patsy thought. Allowing Delia to guide her hand back by her side.
‘Keep that hand away.’
‘Why?’ Patsy challenged feeling incredibly impatient.
‘I need you to be properly warmed up for what I have planned.’ Delia cooed, wrapping her lips around one of Patsy's nipples, sucking.
Fuck, Patsy thought. ‘I’m- I’m feeling warmed up, very warm.’ Patsy pleaded, her hips searching for friction as she looked down at Delia. The brunette looked up at her, swirling her tongue around her nipple, her left hand mimicking the strokes of her mouth on her other nipple, pausing every now and then to pinch and flick. ‘Please, Please Delia’ Patsy whimpered, her resolve wearing thin. Perhaps being tied up wouldn’t be so bad. Patsy found herself thinking as she felt Delia placing opened mouthed kisses down her stomach.
‘Since you asked so nicely, Cariad’ Delia murmured against Patsy's porcelain skin. ‘I am actually going to need you to scoot down the bed for me.’ Delia instructed, Patsy sat up, bringing the pillows down with her as she moved her hips to the end of the bed. Delia knelt before Patsy’s waist, running her hand through her curly bush as she placed opened mouthed kisses up and down Patsy’s thighs, smiling as the red head squirmed beneath her touch.
‘Deels, Please.’ Patsy begged, her voice desperate. Her hands moving, cupping Delia’s head, directing her face to the centre of her hips. Delia relented, inhaling deeply, using her hand to separate the lips of her folds before blowing on Patsy's sensitive nub. Delia smiled hearing her lover softly moan and Pant, her hips continuing to search for more friction.
‘Are you ready, Pats?’ Delia asked as she leaned in.
‘Yes! Yes god yes!’ Patsy pleaded as she felt Delia slowly circle her tongue around her clit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Patsy thought, her muscles rhythmically contracting and releasing.
Delia paused, just long enough to say, ‘tell me if you want me to stop.’ as she used her pointer finger to tease Patsy’s entrance, slowly inserting it.
Patsy arched her back, Delia’s finger a welcome intrusion. I need more, she thought, moving her hands up to circle, pinch and pull at her nipples.
Delia added a second digit, curling her fingers as she pushed deeper into Patsy, putting pressure on the rough patch deep inside her.
Patsy barely contained her moan, bringing her right hand up to cover her mouth. Her breath came in short laboured bursts as the pleasure built. A deep pressure building in her abdomen, she almost felt like she needed to go to the bathroom. As Delia pumped her fingers in and out, dragging them along that patch deep inside Patsy that felt so good. Increasing the pressure and speed of her tongue, swiping it across Patsy's swollen nub.
Delia felt Patsy’s walls contract and release rhythmically, as she began to bear down harder. Tears pricked in Patsy’s eyes as she felt herself near her climax. ‘Deels, Deels.’ Patsy panted as the floodgates opened internally. Baring down one final time before her body convulsed in pleasure. Tears fell down her cheeks as she felt a deep release and rush of fluid as Delia continued stroking and licking her.
Like a switch flipped, It was too much. Patsy pushed Delia’s head away from her centre panting. Delia slowed the pace of her fingers, leaving them deep inside Patsy curling them up a few last times. Watching Patsy close her eyes and softly moan with every tug. Patsy sat up, leaning on one elbow, guiding Delia’s fingers out of herself, taking them in her mouth. Holding eye contact with Delia as her tongue licked them clean, enjoying the salty, sweet taste of her own arousal. Delia removed her fingers from Patsy’s lips with a soft pop. She stood, her legs protesting a bit from her time on the cold hard floor.
‘So?’ Delia asked, stretching her arms above her head, yawning. ‘How was that?’
She watches Patsy, grab the pillows and scoot back up the bed, gesturing for her to lie down.
‘Incredible,’ Patsy exhaled. The pair Lay, tangled in each other's arms, Delia’s head on Patsy’s chest listening to the slowing beat of her heart. ‘I didn't know my body could feel that good…’
‘Yeah? Really?’ Delia asked, feeling curious about how it would feel to receive that kind of stimulation from Patsy’s hands. I shouldn’t ask, she thought to herself. She’s got an early start tomorrow, I should encourage her to go to bed. Get a good night's sleep.
‘I think you may have discovered why so many women risk getting pregnant out of wedlock.’ Patsy mused.
‘Good thing my fingers can’t get you pregnant!’ Delia chuckled.
‘You’d think some of these boys would think to use their fingers instead? To reduce the risk, you know?’ Patsy thought out loud. ‘But I guess that's far too much to expect of men.’
‘Too much now maybe,’ Delia agreed. ‘You never know, one day..’
‘I’m afraid hell would have to freeze over for that to happen.’
‘Or more men would have to be held equally accountable for the conception and rearing of their children.’ Delia added.
‘Hell would freeze over,’ Patsy maintained with a smile. ‘So, do you want me to try that on you?’ Patsy offered. Her body pleasantly glowing from the intense release she just experienced.
‘If you’re not too tired, I know-’
‘Never,’ Patsy stated. ‘Delia, if there is time for my pleasure we can make time for yours as well.’
‘It’s okay, next time-’
‘Delia I’m not a man, I will not act like a man.’
‘You're on call first thing-’
‘I’ll make a stronger cup of tea in the morning, I’ll be fine.’ Patsy assured, getting up. ‘I want to make you feel good, you’re not going to deny me that simple pleasure are you, Delia?’
Delia grinned, standing up, ridding herself of her thoroughly soaked underwear, positioning herself at the end of the bed. Patsy leaned down, kissing Delia. Her hands tracing over her nipples, down her stomach and through her curly bush. Avoiding her folds, running up and down the insides of her thighs. ‘Are you ready?’ Patsy asked, breaking off the kiss, kneeling before Delia.
‘Yes,’ Delia panted. Pausing to ask, ‘Patts?’
‘Yes Deels?’
‘Did it... Hurt?’ Delia asked nervously, ‘I’ve heard that it can hurt, the first time.’
‘It didn’t,’ Patsy assured. ‘If it does, just tell me and I’ll stop.’
Delia visibly relaxed as Patsy ran her fingers through the brunette's soft, wet centre. How do I know if she’s ready? Patsy asked herself, leaning in, swiping her tongue around Delia’s clit. She followed the motions her past experiences pleasuring Delia proved most efficient. A steady, consistent pace. Not too much pressure at first. Just enough to leave her frustrated and craving more.
The salty sweet lubricant Making Patsy’s stomach-ache all over again. How can something so delicious be widely considered immoral? Patsy thought, the sound of Delia's laboured breathing catching her attention. Okay, I think she is starting to get close to her peak. I should start now. I have no idea what I'm doing… Patsy felt a wave of anxiety rise in her chest. I’ll just do whatever Delia did? Christ, I wish I read that book Delia was talking about.
Placing her pointer finger at Delia’s entrance. She used one finger at first, Patsy thought to herself, slowly inserting her finger. Delia gasped as Patsy pumped it in and out slowly, thinking. How will I know when to add another finger? Do I ask her? Is that weird? Patsy's movements with her tongue slowed and became less coordinated as she was consumed in her thoughts.
‘Pats, Please,’ Delia’s whimpers, pulling Patsy back to the present. ‘I need more.’
Oh, right… that’s permission enough. Patsy concluded, adding a second finger, waiting till both digits were buried deep inside of Delia before she began curling them upward. Delia’s reaction was intense, her soft warm walls clamping down. She likes it, Patsy reassured herself. THANK GOD, I thought I’d be terrible at this for sure. Patsy contemplated as she attempted to re-focus her attention at the task at hand. Scolding herself, concentrate Patsy!
Patsy found a rhythm that worked for Delia, the brunette's hands ending up tangled in Patsy’s hair, locking her in place. Her hips rhythmically bucked to meet Patsy’s fingers, her toes curled. Delia’s whole body going rigid, the tension palpable in the air around them before she climaxed. Setting off an intense wave of convulsions, the brunette's muffled moans of pleasure bounced around the room as she rode the waves of intense bliss coursing throughout her body.
Patsy stopped as soon as Delia pushed her face away, standing up smiling at Delia, sprawled out on half of the bed, naked and panting. I wish I could draw or paint, so I could look at this every day. The tall red head thought to herself, admiring Delia’s soft curves.
Delia sat up looking around her room before standing. ‘That felt amazing Cariad… Thank you.’
‘Anytime,’ Patsy responded with a smile. ‘It didn't hurt?’
‘Not even a little, quite the opposite actually.’ Delia remarked, ‘strange though. Why does it hurt for some women?’ Delia thought out loud.
‘I can imagine not all men are as dedicated to their lover's pleasure as you and I are.’ Patsy observed, recalling a story from a friend in nursing school shared about her first time with a lover.
‘That’s an awful shame,’ Delia sighed. Walking to her dresser, pulling out fresh sleepwear. ‘I don't suppose you want to stay for a few more rounds of cards? Maybe a cuddle?’ Delia offered.
‘I should get to bed,’ Patsy sighed, her eyes beginning to feel heavy with fatigue. ‘Tomorrow night?’ She asked, taking off Delia’s robe, finding and putting on the clothes she came into Delia’s room in.
‘Sounds lovely,’ Delia agreed. ‘Maybe we can break out the Johnny Walker I have hidden in my cupboard.’
Patsy raised an eyebrow, walking over to Delia for one last kiss before she left. The tall red head peaked her head out the door, surveying the hallway before exiting Delia’s room, crossing the hall to her own. As she opened the door to the room she shared with Trixie. Patsy smelt her hand. I didn't wash my hands, Patsy thought, anxiety tightening in her chest. Will she know? Can she smell it from over there? Patsy wiped her offending hand on the end of her shirt as she walked through the door.
‘Where have you been?’ Trixie asked innocently, ‘I went to brush my teeth, came back and you were gone!’
“Delia’s room,’ Patsy replied, trying to sound nonchalant. ‘Delia taught me a new card game.’
‘That sounds fun, you’ll have to teach me sometime’ Trixie replied, leaning over to turn off her lamp.
NO! NOPE. Definitely not. Patsy thought to herself, offering Trixie a brief warm smile as she walked around and sat on her bed.
‘I’m off to sleep now, goodnight.’ Trixie mumbled, turning over so her back faced Patsy.
Phew, that was close, Patsy thought to herself as she settled into bed and turned off her lamp. Her mind replayed all that happened in Delia’s room as she relaxed, slowly slipping into a dreamless sleep.