Whispers Under the Moonlight [Lesbian Story]

Sliver of Grey

Whispering in the distance, the wind entered the room and caressed her cheek; her body shivered at its touch. Eyelids slowly rising, the light grey room greeted her; pink walls surrounded her as her hand touched her head, wondering how she got there.

Slowly sitting up, she looked around and recognised the room she was in; the four bedposts almost made her nostalgic, at the desk she often sat at whenever she had a conversation with her stubborn sister. Stretching her arms, she swung her legs to the side of the bed and walked up to the bathroom, but as she got closer, she noticed the door was ajar.

Raising a brow, she held the knob and slowly opened the door, only to look down at the person sitting on the throne; her eyes half-lidded with vex written all over her face. She cleared her throat as the person sitting on the throne looked up at her from his newspaper and merely shot her his mega-watt smile.

"Buenos dias, senorita," Art greeted as Jesslyn crossed her arms and glared down at him, "Slept well?"

Jesslyn nodded, "I slept great thanks," she replied with sarcasm in her tone, "Of all the toilets in the house, couldn't you have used the common room's?"

"This one was the closest," Art argued as he returned his eyes to the newspaper as the sound of loud farting escaped his anus, "Besides, I warmed the bed for you the whole night," he continued as Jesslyn rolled her eyes before she raised a brow at his statement, trying to understand what he just said, "You were quite snuggly too."

A vein popped on Jesslyn's temple as her eyes grew dark; her fist tightened as glared down at Art, who looked up from his newspaper and felt the cold sweat trickle down his cheek. His heartbeat palpitated at the horrifying look across Jesslyn's face; he swallowed the lump that got caught in his throat, waiting for what the assassin might do to him.

As the daylight invaded the living room, Katherine merely sighed at the sounds that came from the room above; she can clearly imagine what Jesslyn could be doing to Art for his statement. She knew well enough that she does not take jokes of infidelity lightly; she loved Itsuki too much.

"Well, aren't they lively," Hailey yawned as she approached the counter whilst Katherine resumed cooking the bacon, "Morning, wolfie."

Katherine merely nodded as she removed the ones on the pan and added a new batch; the smell of coffee was fresh as much as the air that breezed through the open window. Hailey sat there and stared at Katherine's back, wondering where she got the food, aware that the place was empty – except for coffee.

The sound of sizzling bacon barred the silence between them as they heard footsteps descend the stairs. Hailey looked over her shoulder and saw Art with a black eye as much as there was blood streaming down his nostril, almost making her feel sympathy for the guy.

He walked past her with a smile as he made his way to the sink to wash his face of blood; the sight of blood made Hailey's stomach churn and made her look away, focusing her eyes on Katherine's back and nape. The grey haired teen seemed to have raised her hair up, revealing much of her nape.

Katherine finished making breakfast, placing the rest of the bacon into a platter, before serving it up on the bar counter along with stacks of pancakes. As she took a seat, she noticed the dark amber eyed teen looking at her as though examining her; her eyes locked in a trance whilst she had her lower lip bitten, slowly releasing it as her eyes made its way to Katherine, who had a raised brow.

As their eyes met, Hailey slightly bolted from her seat as she cleared her throat and looked at the food; there was a clear dash of pink across her face from Katherine's observation. She could smell her sheepish reaction as she raised her eyes from the plate and back to hers, a smile hiding the embarrassment on her face.