Whispers Under the Moonlight [Lesbian Story]

Heart | Body

"This is insulting."

"I find it quite amusing, in all honesty."

"How can she boast this in front of my child?"

"Don't flatter yourself, she done no wrong against her."

"Done nothing wrong you say?" Zander finally snapped and raised his voice at her; his eyes seethed rage as Vivian merely find his emotion quite entertaining. "Flirting so openly and dare I say, flaunting it in front of Hailey? This is truly preposterous!"

"Hush you old scab and let them be," Vivian replied in scoff, "What can you do anyway when you've no power over them nor have you any limbs to actually punch them – or him more specifically."

"She only met the man three days ago and look how close they are," Zander fumed as he pointed at them from the roof, where Katherine and Deckard were running around the backyard; Katherine was chasing Deckard for running the hose at her and nearly drenching her. "Yet they act as though they're a couple in front of us!"

"You are being too dramatic for a ghost," Vivian rolled her eyes as she phased down into the house and looked at Hailey, who was sitting in front porch with her eyes looking away at the ground. There was a distinct look of irritancy in her eyes that almost looked as though there was nothing else in her mind but sheer vex.

Vivian hummed to herself before she phased past the house, to the backyard where Katherine had finally caught Deckard and had strung his hands over him. There was a rage of vex in her eyes that spoke playfully yet not at the same time, whilst Deckard only returned her gaze a much more obvious playfulness; there was not a speck of dishonesty in him.

"Well," Deckard spoke as he tried to break free from the hose knot that Katherine made, "At least you can't get me wet."

Katherine smirked as she strung the rest of the hose's line over a branch and pulled, enough for Deckard to hover above ground like poultry ready to be skinned. She fastened the other end and left him there to hang as she went inside the house; she was still dripping from what he had done and would rather change her shirt.

Walking up the stairs, she bumped into Jesslyn in the hallway, who wore nothing but a bath towel around her body whilst drying her hair with another. She smiled at Katherine and merely walked past her to Athena's former room, only to throw Art out of her the room, which made Katherine look over her shoulder.

"Damn, feisty woman," Art chuckled as he stood up and looked at Katherine, "Well aren't you soaking too."

Katherine sighed, "Stop trying to bed her already Art."

"I'm honestly not," Art chuckled, "She's trying to bed me!" then rolled his eyes before winking at her, "That, I'm sure of."

He went off with a snicker as Katherine entered her room, rolling her eyes playfully. She threw off her shirt and walked over to the dresser. As she approached it the walls began to shake that made her hold onto the dresser quickly and waited for the tremors to subside. After a good minute, the trembling had ceased; the ground had been shaking for a few days now and not even the news could explain why.

Why are these happening? she questioned herself as she took a clean dry shirt from her dresser and put it on, then took the wet shirt before she approached the window. Raising the sill, she threw the shirt at Deckard's face and heard him groan, only making her laugh in the process before shutting the window and hear him shout at her.

Draping on her bed, Katherine sighed out loud and placed an arm over her eyes. There was silence in the room as she heard quiet footsteps approach her door; the scent almost inviting her to come out. She could hear her heartbeat from the other side of the door and could feel her own heart imitate the rhythm; she could hear her hesitation for her heartbeat spoke the truth.