Netflix and Chill
Delia’s shifted uncomfortably as sunlight streamed through her window and landed on her face. She probed around with closed eyes, searching for the warmth of another body in her bed, but coming up short. With a jolt, the brunette’s eyes snapped open and she shot up, blearily examining her surroundings. Her room was as it always was; tidy enough to get by, but slightly on the messy side. But there was no Patsy.
Delia brought her knees up to her chest and leaned her chin on them as her heart began to pound. First of all, last time she checked, she was laying on top of the ginger-haired girl – how on earth did Patsy escape without her waking up?! Second of all, how badly did she take it? Was it bad enough that she would never talk to her again, let alone see her? Tears began welling in the Welshwoman’s eyes. The one time she thinks it’s going her way, the one time she opens her heart and THIS happens.
The tears fell freely from Delia’s cheeks and spattered on her hands. She had hoped against hope that Patsy just might like her the way she did, and she had just scared her away… She shouldn’t have let it get that far, she should have brushed off the kiss as a drunken mistake and put Patsy to bed right then, what was she thinking?!
Before Delia knew what was happening, she was sobbing.
She felt her heart breaking into a thousand pieces at once. She had thought the night before was just so magical, so peaceful, she should’ve known it was too good to be true.
“…Delia?!” a voice said, coming from the door.
The brunette’s head snapped up, her vision blurred with tears. Patsy stood in the doorway, clutching a bag from Starbucks and balancing two iced coffees in the other hand.
“Patsy?!” Delia whispered in disbelief.
“What on earth is wrong?!” Patsy asked in alarm, slipping into the dorm and kicking the door shut with her foot.
“I…I thought…that you left,” Delia stuttered.
“Well, yes,” Patsy said with a confused frown, “I went to get breakfast. You had nothing left in your fridge other than ginger ale and yogurt.”
“I woke up, and you had left…I thought you left for good…” Delia sniffled, trying to make sense of what just happened.
“I sent you a text,” Patsy intoned quietly, realizing why Delia was so distressed. The stunned Welshwoman glanced at her nightstand and saw that yes, she had a text notification.
Wow, she was stupid.
“Did you honestly think I would just leave like that?” Patsy asked softly, looking both hurt and indignant.
“I…I’m sorry, Pats, it’s been a while since I’ve felt like this and I just got so scared,” Delia blubbered, more tears falling, now out of happiness. The ginger hurriedly set the food down and joined Delia on the bed, wrapping her in a huge hug.
“I’m not going to leave you, Deels,” Patsy reassured gently. They broke apart, and Delia began drying her eyes with her sleeve.
“…it’s been a while since you felt like…what?” Patsy asked slowly.
“Oh…” Delia said with a blush, “I just…I like you so much, Pats, and I have for such a long time…I never thought this would happen.”
“Well, I like you too,” Patsy said slyly with a soft smile, “…but there’s no need to cry about it.” She wiped away some of Delia’s tears with her thumb gently as the brunette shakily laughed. Just then, Patsy’s phone vibrated. The ginger glanced down at it and rolled her eyes irritably.
“God damn you, Trixie,” she mumbled, stabbing her thumb on her phone’s keyboard.
“What is it?” Delia asked, reaching over and unwrapping a blueberry muffin. She was starving.
“She is utterly convinced that I’m with a ‘gentleman friend’ at the moment, and keeps asking for details, even after I told her I just spent the night with you because I was sloshed.”
Delia stopped chewing her muffin for a moment.
“But ‘ou biddn’t bust ‘bend ba night wit me’” Delia blubbered, her mouth full of muffin.
“…what?” Patsy chortled. Delia swallowed her mouthful.
“But you didn’t just ‘spend the night with me’” Delia accused, “why didn’t you just-”
The brunette broke off, her eyes widening in shock as Patsy bit her lip and looked at the comforter determinedly.
“Pats, are you not out of the closet?!”
The ginger raised her eyebrows.
“No, I have very much barricaded myself in there,” she said dryly, “besides, is anyone here actually ‘out of the closet’ anyway? They would probably be burned at the stake.”
“Well, yes,” Delia admitted ruefully, “But I just thought you would have told your family, or your roommate! Trixie is nice enough, I-”
“I’m not comfortable telling anyone,” Patsy interrupted sharply.
“I – okay,” Delia surrendered. Everyone does it in their own time she guessed.
“Have you told your family?” Patsy asked dubiously, biting into her own muffin.
“Well…I mean, not directly,” Delia said slowly, “I have never shown any interest in the men back home and my mam isn’t THAT stupid, you know? I would be very surprised if she doesn’t at least have an inkling now.”
“Would your mother still love you, if she knew?” Patsy asked softly, picking at an invisible speck of dust on Delia’s blanket.
“…I think so…I would hope so,” Delia responded slowly, “I am her daughter, and only child at that… Are you worried your mam wouldn’t love you anymore?” Patsy’s concentration intensified on the speck of dust even more.
“My mother is dead,” Patsy said hoarsely, “She died in a car wreck, along with my sister…yesterday was the fifteenth anniversary.”
Delia froze.
Gently reaching down, Delia grasped Patsy’s fidgeting hands. After a moment of hesitation, Patsy squeezed back and looked up, tears in her eyes.
“I am so sorry, cariad,” Delia whispered, “I had no idea.”
“‘so ‘kay,” Patsy mumbled, “Not a lot of people do.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Delia asked, rubbing her thumb over Patsy’s knuckles.
There was a pause, but then Patsy breathed, “No…I’m okay.”
Delia opened her mouth, but then shut it again. She knew that Patsy was more than likely NOT okay, but she wasn’t going to push her luck. Instead, the two descended into an odd silence as they finished eating their breakfast. After a moment, Patsy leaned back and stretched as she yawned.
“Do you have anything going on today?” Delia as hesitantly as Patsy rested contently on the wall.
“Nope,” Patsy said casually, “…what did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Delia said with a shrug, “Half the dorm is at church or will be, so there’s not going to be a lot of people around here.”
Patsy raised her eyebrows scandalously.
“Netflix?”
Patsy blinked.
“Oh…um…sure,” Patsy said slowly.
“I mean…it was just an idea,” Delia stammered, backpedaling, “we don’t have to if you-”
Delia broke off when Patsy started chuckling, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
“I don’t care what we do…I just need a shower before we do it,” the ginger laughed.
“I…oh, okay,” Delia responded, relief washing over her. She saw that Patsy had to change into the rumbled clothes she wore the night before to go out and get food.
“Here,” Delia said, leaping off the bed and rummaging around her stack of folded laundry. From where she squatted on the floor, Delia tossed up a towel, an over-sized T-shirt, a pair of athletic shorts, shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.
Patsy leaned forward to gather the items up.
“Thanks, Deels,” she said, “I’ll be, like, fifteen minutes.”
“What do you want to watch?” the brunette asked, flopping back down on the bed and waving the remote airily.
“I don’t care…surprise me,” Patsy said with a wink, before slipping through the door and out of the room. The moment the door shut, Delia jumped into action.
Her room was a disaster.
Hardly passible to have a friend in the damn pigsty, much less her romantic interest!
Delia dashed around and plucked up random articles of clothing, (THAT’s where her favorite pair of knickers where!), tossed them into the closet and then went about straightening anything that was askew on her desk or cabinets. She made the bed and fluffed up the pillows before rummaging around her still packed suitcase from a month ago. She triumphantly returned with two things of popcorn and threw them into the microwave before turning the TV on.
As the heavenly scent of buttered popcorn filled the room, Delia was having a dilemma, picking something for them to watch. What on earth was appropriate?! Should they watch a comedy or a drama? Or a romance? No…too much pressure. A movie or a TV show?
Delia groaned irritably.
Five minutes later, Delia lay nervously on her bed, popcorn in hand, when there was light rap on the door before it was cracked open. Patsy toed into the room, belongings in hand. The ginger placed her clothes on the floor before crawling onto the bed next to Delia, her hair smelling like Sweet Pea shampoo.
“Shawn of the Dead?” the ginger asked, as their shoulders and thighs brushing gently up against each other.
“Why? Did you have anything else in mind?” Delia demanded cheekily.
“Of course not, sweetie,” Patsy said with a smile, picking up her bag of popcorn. Delia pressed ‘play’ and they soon descended into a rapt silence.
A half an hour later, Delia blinked in surprise as she felt Patsy lean her head on her shoulder. She didn’t move but released a contented sigh, pressing her lips against Patsy’s brow. The ginger shifted, meeting Delia’s lips with hers’ softly, gently.
Before she knew it, Delia was on her back, the taller woman straddling her as they grappled heatedly in a hushed silence. Patsy unzipped Delia’s hoodie, exposing her camisole, and then began to kiss the brunette’s chest as the Welshwoman gasped in surprise. Delia quietly panicked, not understanding what had overcome Patsy. They were moving really fast…was the ginger sure she wanted to do this?
“Pats,” Delia panted, the other moving even lower to nip at the top of a breast. Patsy moved on, oblivious to the brunette.
“Pats!” Delia squealed as Patsy began to tug down the cup of her bra. The ginger froze.
“What?” Patsy asked, alarmed, her cheeks flushed as she looked up inquiringly.
“I…I’m so sorry, I thought you…” Patsy stammered after a moment of shocked silence, beginning to pull off of Delia in horror. The brunette instead tightened her embrace, trapping her in place.
“I don’t mind, Pats,” Delia said softly, “I just didn’t know if you were ready to…” She trailed off, not exactly knowing what she was about to say.
“I want you,” Patsy whispered quietly, her expression growing hungry; “I want to try…this…with you. I want to touch you. I don’t want to ever let you go.”
“Now?” Delia asked slowly.
There was a pause.
“I’ve never…done this,” Patsy admitted, “I want to try… with you.” It took a moment for Delia to absorb this new information.
“How’s about we take this one step at a time, cariad?” the brunette suggested gently, “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.” Patsy looked pensive for a moment before she began to slowly nod.
“Good,” Delia purred with a grin. She tangled her hands in Patsy’s damp hair and tugged her head down to meet her for a fiery kiss. Patsy’s fingers danced along Delia’s bust, in a much slower and gentler pace as she explored the other woman’s body.
Moving her hands down to Patsy’s waist, Delia marveled at her every curve. Patsy opened her mouth, granting Delia entry. The brunette bit Patsy’s bottom lip and moaned into her mouth as Patsy reached underneath her tank top and grazed her fingers along her navel.
“Oh…shit, Pats,” Delia sputtered when Patsy pulled the tank up and began to creep her hands underneath her bra.
Delia slipped her hands underneath Patsy’s shorts, discovering that the ginger had exquisite taste in lingerie as she ran her fingers over her lace thong before squeezing her buttocks. Patsy moaned into Delia’s mouth. Delia returned her hands to Patsy’s hair as the ginger’s fingers ghosted over her breasts.
Just then, a phone began to buzz. Without breaking their heated kiss, Patsy cancelled the call after glanced at the caller ID. It was Trixie.
There was a pleasurable silence before Delia’s phone began to go off. The two froze, Delia’s hands over Patsy’s ass, and taller woman’s mouth on the top of Delia’s left breast.
There was a moment of stunned stillness as the two stared at the phone, Delia’s phone not recognizing the number as it continued to ring incessantly.
“Do you know that number?” Delia asked hoarsely.
“It’s Trixie,” Patsy said darkly, “You should probably answer it.”
Swallowing, Delia brought the phone to her ear, as Patsy nuzzled against her, listening to the brunette’s heartbeat.
“Hello? Yes, it’s Delia…yes…she’s right here…oh…yeah, sure,” Delia said, her voice an octave high.
The brunette handed Patsy the phone.
“Yes?”
“Patsy, my word, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all morning!”
“I’m sorry Trix, we were…watching a movie,” Patsy stammered.
“Hmm,” the blonde simply said, “Well, you should really come over, and bring your friend…Barbara’s gone and ordered Chinese again. You must be famished after last night!”
“Oh, okay,” Patsy said dryly.
“Patsy, I was terribly worried about you!” Trixie breathed softly.
“I was fine, I was with Delia,” Patsy said, smiling softly at the brunette who smiled back.
“Of course, and now I can’t wait to meet her,” Trixie said, “Please do hurry up, darling!”
Patsy hung up after saying goodbye, feeling slightly drained. Delia nudged her.
“What’s going on?” the Welshwoman asked.
“Do you like Chinese?” Patsy asked slyly.