Ghost (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 1

"Honey, I'm home." Megan yelled with British accent as she entered the apartment. She took off her expensive black stilettos and headed to the kitchen. Her brown hair was bouncing as she walked. She approached the woman standing by the cooker. She put her hands on blonde's sides as she kissed her neck.

Shorter woman jumped at the sudden contact and let the spatula fall from her hand. "Bloody hell, Meg. Don't startle me like that."

Megan took the piece of wood from the floor. "Don't tell me you didn't hear..."

"What?" She put the pan off from the burner. "Babe, I was listening to the interrogation."

"What?" Megan mimicked. She looked at her girlfriend with questioning glare as she finally noticed one headphone inside her ear and one in her hand . "Oh, sorry, Andy."

Andy put the content of pan to the two plates. She took both in her hands and put the plates on the table. "Dinner's ready." She singsonged with a smile.

They were eating in silence until Andy broke it. "What's the matter?"

"What do you mean?"

Andy swallowed mouthful before answering. "I mean, you're very quiet. You're never quiet, Meg. Not when you're back from work."

"Darling, I'm just tired." Blonde was giving her girlfriend a very intense glare. "That's all, I swear."

"Fine, don't tell me." She noticed Megan finishing and stood up to take the plates. There was a sudden change of the other woman's expression. She put her free hand on Meg's shoulder and slightly squeezed it. "I'm sorry. Look, today in court..." She put her head down and headed to the sink.

Andy went to the leaving room and took a sit on the couch. Megan joined her after a few minutes. They were staring at the TV, not really paying attention to whatever was on. They were sitting separately.

Then, Andy saw something and set the thing louder. "... Theodore Murray arrested for the murder of Louise Kane, young waitress from a local bistro..."

"Is this your client?"

"Shh, Meg." Andy silenced her.

"...had an affair with Ms Kane. Police suspects, the detainee wanted to get rid of his lover..."

Andy wasn't paying attention at anything else the reporter said. She was busy gazing at the woman in the corner. Her make up was ruined by her tears. Her face, although slightly changed, reminded Andrea of someone.

"What is it, Andy?" Her girlfriend said, as the reportage ended.

Andy looked at her with a blank stare. "Nothing, this name sounds familiar."

"Which one?"

"Murray."

"It's British nobility." Meg raised her voice.

"I figured that much."

"Blimey, Ands, how do you know British nobility? You've never been to UK." Now, the woman was irritated.

"I'm not sure. God, I probably had a client with that name and it intrigued me. It doesn't matter. It's not him." She soundly exhaled. Meg was looking at her with annoyance. "How about, I tell you what took me off guard earlier and you tell me what's bugging you."

"I'm fine, I told you."

"Babe," She started, but she got the angry look from Megan.

"But you can talk to me." She offered.

"I had this client, charged with rape. His girlfriend was sixteen and got knocked up. Parents went nuts when they found out about it and you know how those things go. That boy was seventeen at that time, he only turned eighteen last month. Girl was afraid of her parents so she told them it was rape. They are extremely religious. It complicated things. It was consensual. She told me in confidence but said she wouldn't say that it court. He got chair, Meg. An innocent man, boy, got a chair because of my incompetence!"

"It's not your fault, darling. Besides, you can appeal."

"Of course. But it doesn't make me feel any better, you know?" Meg brought her to her chest and massaged Andy's back.

Around ten o'clock Meg went to bed. Her job was tiring, especially the physical part. Andy, on the other hand, was rarely going to bed before midnight. She was sitting by her desk working her ass off, trying to help her clients.

That night she wasn't working. Andy knew for a fact she's seen Mrs, or Lady, Murray before. She just couldn't remember when. That thought didn't want to leave her mind.

She googled her. She didn't like googling up people. She didn't have a hidden reason behind that, she just didn't. But she did it anyway.

She couldn't find anything to tie her up to herself. The fact that she also lived in New York wasn't much help.

There it was. "Kamren Murray, son of Ophelia Blake and Theodore Murray. Born March 12, 1985. (...) graduated Bard High School Early College. (...)" Andy was in the same school as Murrays' son. After finding that out, she could finally go to sleep.

She crawled onto the bed and looked at Megan. She smiled at the position of her girlfriend and soft snores. She spooned her and kissed Sleepyhead's cheek goodnight.

Quarter to six, Andy's phone called. She picked it up and answered dreamily. "This is Andrea Bennett."

"Miss Bennett, I need you to come earlier today."

"Why?"

"Excuse me?"

"I apologize, Ma'am. I'll be there."

"7 sharp."

"Yes, ma'am."

She hung up and put her head on the pillow. She definitely wasn't a morning person, unlike Megan.

"Darling?" Meg said, running her hand down Andy's body.

"Hmph?"

"Are you awake?"

"Shit, did I wake you up?" She got herself up.

"No, I wasn't sleeping for a while."

"Oh."

"I'm going to exercise now." She wiggled her eyebrow.

"Can I watch?" Andy asked, moving seductive with her eyelashes.

"Hmm, I'm not sure." She answered.

"Why, babe?" It was nearly a plea.

"It depends."

"On what?"

"Andrea, if you want to accompany me in the shower when I'll finish." She kissed Andy's temple.

"I definitely want that." She said against her lips before she claimed them in her own.