Why Music Feels Good
After the rather awkward and seemingly innocent Chinese brunch, Patsy and Delia realized they were going to have to be much more careful about their relationship if they wanted to keep it under wraps.
So for the next several weeks, the two hardly saw each other. It wasn’t voluntary, their schedules were in fact picking up, but the two didn’t want to push anything. They went to the movies every once in a while, and met at coffee shops here and there.
But it wasn’t enough.
Patsy felt as if she were going through with-drawls every time she faced a day without seeing the brunette, and she would get irritable at everyone. Even Trixie would say something about her attitude change, in which Patsy would shut down and normally leave the room hotly.
This went on for around a month, until Patsy got a rather cryptic voicemail from Delia at eleven o’clock at night.
It was a Friday, and Patsy had just got to her dorm after doing some grocery shopping at a 24 hour convenience store on the corner. Not expecting anyone to try and get a hold of her, she had left her phone on the table to charge.
The message was indeed cryptic.
“Oh…Pats,” Delia had said in a strange voice, “I miss you so…so…much. I want you to come over…please Pats…I’m all aloooone.” She then diffused into a fit of giggles before hanging up. Patsy leapt up and grabbed her purse as she headed for the door, panic rising in her chest.
“Patsy, where on earth are you going?” Trixie demanded, fishing out some cereal to snack on.
“I’m sorry, I have to go check on Delia, something seems wrong,” Patsy said breathlessly at the door before slipping through it and dashing down the stairs.
The red head trotted across campus, worry encompassing her. She had no idea what Delia was up to, but something was definitely not right.
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Fifteen minutes later, Patsy rapped on Delia’s door before opening it without waiting for a response. The dorm room was dark, the only lighting done by an absurd string of blue Christmas lights in the corner. Some music quietly blared from the speakers underneath the TV and as her eyes adjusted to the dimness, Patsy located Delia, slumped sideways on the bed, her glassy eyes staring at the blank screen in awe.
“Delia, what on earth-”
“Oh, Pats, you came!” Delia slurred excitedly, her head sliding unsteadily to look at her.
“Well, of course I did, what the hell is wrong with you?!”
Instead of answering, Delia began to snicker, hiding her face shyly from Patsy’s gaze.
And then it hit the ginger.
The pungent stench of something she only smelled periodically late at night.
“Delia…are you…are you HIGH?!”
The giggling only instensified.
“Sarah’s room was going to be checked, so she gave me her stuff and said I could have what I wanted because she didn’t have cash to pay me,” Delia said through gasps of laughter.
“Delia…” Patsy began reproachfully, though she didn’t know how she was going to finish her sentence.
“Pats,” Delia wheezed, her voice dropping to a whisper, “Patsy I wanted to tell you something.”
“What, Delia?” Patsy sighed, dropping her purse on the floor, deciding to stay and watch over her girlfriend.
“I love you,” Delia said dramatically before dissolving into more laughter.
“You called me to come over so you could tell me you loved me?” Patsy asked dubiously, sitting cautiously on the edge of the bed.
“No,” Delia said, suddenly dead serious, “I want you to make love to me.”
Patsy blinked, taken by surprise.
“What?” the ginger stammered.
“Or I could make love to you, however you want to word it, I don’t really care-”
“Deels, what the fuck, I can’t…I won’t…”
“Why?” Delia asked softly, looking very much like she was about to cry.
“Well first, I’m not your eleven o’clock booty call, and secondly, you’re as high as a Goddamn kite.”
“Pats, I would never…how could you?” Delia whispered in horror, her body swaying slightly as she tried to focus on Patsy, “I just told you that I loved you, and-”
“Okay, okay, forget I said that,” Patsy said hurriedly, trying to placate her drugged girlfriend, “but you are high…I would be taking advantage of you, and that’s wrong.”
“Oh,” was all the brunette said in response. There was a silent pause before Delia shifted and picked something off the floor, partially hidden behind the foot of the bed.
Holding up a bong, Delia turned to a shocked Patsy and asked, “Well, why don’t we level the playing field then?”
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“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Patsy muttered partially to herself as a gleeful Delia passed over a lighter. The ginger held the bong by its shaft and balanced the belly of it on her knee.
“To be completely honest, I can’t believe it either,” Delia said in awe.
“The things I would do for love,” Patsy said dryly, “Now how the hell do you do this?”
“Have you never gotten high?” Delia asked.
“I…I have, but I’ve only ever used joints, and that was back when I was seventeen, eighteen,” Patsy admitted bitterly.
“Well, aren’t you a dark horse,” Delia said, waggling her eyebrows. Patsy rolled her eyes in response.
After showing Patsy the basic mechanics of it, Patsy took her first drag and emerged coughing, her eyes watering as the fresh stink of marijuana began to fill the room. Delia waited eagerly for a verdict, the suspense killing her.
“Jesus…that’s good shit,” Patsy managed between coughs, her voice an octave high as she passed it off to Delia. The brunette took a hit and exhaled slowly after trapping the excess smoke in the vestibule by slamming her palm on the mouthpiece.
“She says it’s the cheapest she’s got,” Delia rasped, not even sounding like herself. Silence settled in the room, the only sound the click of a lighter and the bubbling of the bong as it was being used.
Five minutes later, Patsy sat on the bed, holding the bong but not realizing it was in her hands. Delia had somehow ended up laying on the floor, spread-eagle, staring up at the ceiling in awe. Patsy gazed intensely across the room at the glow from the Christmas lights, feeling as if she were floating in some sort of magical ocean where the water glowed.
“Fucking Christ, Pats,” Delia said from the floor, “You know how fucking big the universe is?”
“Huh?”
“It’s fucking huge, like never-ending, but it has an end.”
“Jesus-fucking-Christ, that’s big Deels.”
“I know, right? And they say that there are like a zillion stars out there, with their own solar systems, just like ours.”
“Fuck!”
“Isn’t that just fucked up?!” Delia exclaimed, her red-rimmed eyes fluttering as her skin tingled from the softness of her rug.
A serene moment passed before Delia began to vigorously shake her head on the carpet while saying deniably, “Nope, nope, nope! We are not alone, Pats, there are fucking THINGS out there that are as or more intelligent than we are!”
“That’s like some fucking deep Doctor Who-ish shit,” Patsy agreed in a despondent manner, not exactly grasping the train of Delia’s thought.
“Just like fucking Doctor Who! I bet fucking aliens write the script to try and tell us that we are a bunch of fucking idiots.”
“Jesus…fuck!” Patsy whispered in horror, “do you think they’re mad at us?!”
Delia shrugged, though Patsy didn’t see it.
“I think if they were, they would have killed us by now, ya’ know?”
“That makes sense,” Patsy slurred, looking down and realizing she was still holding the bong. Shifting, she placed it on the nightstand and noticed Delia on the floor.
“Deels, why the fuck are you on the floor?”
“I thought it would be comfortable,” Delia said absently, stretching her limbs out fully.
Wanting to test it out, Patsy knelt down cautiously, aware that her motor skills were not really up to par. She partially collapsed next to her girlfriend, the fluff of the rug softening the fall.
“Well hello,” Delia purred upon seeing Patsy’s face centimeter’s from hers.
“Hello,” Patsy whispered, suddenly aware of a change overtaking her body.
The swaying had stopped, and she began to feel a gradual warmth begin to travel up her numb limbs, making them tingle pleasantly. Delia’s breath on her face made her neck feel both cool and warm, and her closeness made her groin begin to grow hot. Patsy froze as the tingling began to travel over her whole body, and certain muscles began to relax while others grew taunt. Her breathing became ragged, the ginger’s eyes widened in the dimness as the same reaction appeared to come over the brunette. The warmth and the tingling then met in sensitive areas around her body, and Patsy shifted closer to Delia, not exactly sure what she was about to do.
“Delia-” Patsy murmured, brushing her fingers along Delia’s jawline, causing the other’s eyes to flutter.
“Pats,” Delia whined softly in response.
Patsy struggled slightly, but succeeded in concentrating her gaze on the woman before her, the eerie blue light casting shadows across her perfect body, the music taking on a gentler, more rhythmic tone, and the softness of the rug tantalizing her senses. And then she realized something.
“Delia,” Patsy whispered, “I love you.” Stunned, Patsy reached up and captured the tears that escaped Delia’s eyes and streaked down her cheeks.
“I love you too, Pats,” Delia choked, hesitantly drawing closer to the ginger. Carefully, Patsy crawled above Delia and gently lent down before capturing her lips in a fiery kiss that sent her senses into overdrive. Before they knew it, Delia moaned freely into Patsy’s mouth as the ginger’s hands explored her the dip under her navel. The brunette’s hips bucked as she began to fumble with Patsy’s shirt. The ginger’s skin was gloriously on fire, getting hotter and hotter in waves, all ending in her groin as the heat began to pool there.
Delia succeeded in freeing Patsy of her shirt, and was swift to rid her of her bra. Soon, Delia’s mouth was gently sucking on a nipple, making a shocked moan escape Patsy.
“Holy…Fuck,” Patsy gasped, the sensation setting her nerve endings ablaze, making her hips buck with alacrity. The ginger froze as Delia’s hands found their way to Patsy’s pants and unbuttoned her jeans before slipping a hand in and probing Patsy’s wet knickers.
“Delia…Oh my God,” Patsy blurted, bracing herself as the brunette, single handedly, (quite literally), made the ginger see stars as her body convulsed in pleasure, grinding her pelvis against Delia’s hand.
To spare herself much more embarrassment, Patsy leaned down and bit Delia’s shoulder, muting her loud moans. The brunette, with her free hand, stroked Patsy’s arm comfortingly.
“I’ve got you, cariad, I’ve got you,” Delia murmured into Patsy’s ear before tugging slightly on the red-head’s earlobe with her teeth. Patsy, who was now both questioning why there were tears in her eyes and trying to stop them from falling down her cheeks, nodded into Delia’s shoulder as her hands wandered underneath Delia’s waistband.
“Jesus Christ, Pats,” Delia gasped in response, wriggling to allow Patsy to find her way down to Delia’s lace lingerie.
The brunette continued to stroke Patsy’s groin as she used her other hand to loosen her jeans and tug them down, allowing her more room to probe deeper. Patsy’s hips grew still as Delia found the ginger’s sweet spot, eliciting a strangled gasp from her.
“Pats,” Delia panted, “I can go further…if…if you want me to, I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please, oh dear God, please, Deels,” Patsy whimpered, grinding her hips wantonly against her hand. Gently, the Welshwoman worked her hand underneath Patsy’s underwear, and soon her cool fingers were stroking Patsy’s hot and feverish insides, effectively making her go insane.
“Delia, Jesus, fuck,” Patsy cried out, before words escaped her and she fell into a chasm of pleasure, making her lock up and wrap her limbs around Delia like a vice.
Once her spasms subsided and she returned to the land of the living, Patsy kissed Delia unreservedly after wiping away a few escaped tears.
Delia removed her hand from Patsy’s knickers, but then Patsy grasped the Welshwoman’s hand and brought it to her mouth before sucking on her fingers gently, eliciting a moan from the brunette. Deeming them clean, Patsy’s mouth drifted lower, to Delia’s breasts, and then her navel as Patsy worked the brunette’s sweatpants down. Gazing at the ginger curiously, Delia bucked her hips impatiently, trying to draw attention to where she wanted to be touched.
Reaching up, Patsy swiftly tugged Delia’s underwear down before leaning in suddenly and taking Delia’s clit between her teeth and tugging gently.
“Pats!” Delia squealed in shock. Instead of answering, the red head delved deeper, Delia’s sweet scent surrounding her as she licked into her nether folds, her pubic hair tickling her chin. The brunette dissolved into a fit of moans as her hands wound themselves into Patsy’s hair and kneaded her scalp.
“Oh fuck, Patsy,” Delia whispered hoarsely, nearing her climax. The ginger flicked her tongue a few more times before adding in a finger, and it wasn’t long before Delia cried out softly.
Sucking on the excess fluid, Patsy nosed her way back up to kiss Delia fervently, her mind buzzing pleasantly as the beat of the music throbbed in her veins.
Delia kissed back heatedly, smiling against Patsy’s neck as she nosed her way lower. They ended up with Delia’s lips ghosting across Patsy’s breasts as the ginger ran her fingers along the brunette’s torso. Patsy’s eyes fluttered as a serene calm took over her, and her imagination ran rampant as sleep surrounded her like a fog.