Silent Storm Lesbian Story

15: Do The Right Thing

15: Do The Right Thing

Davie's eyes widened with surprise, she blinked hearing the tone and need in Mirabelle's voice. Davie shifted, facing Belle fully. "Belle, why? Why do you want me to stay? I don't understand. What do you want from me?"

Belle looked at Davie. She was so frustrated that she could not see what images occupied Davies mind. She winced softly and whispered, "I thought I wanted to be around you because I couldn't hear your voice. Now I'm not as certain."

Davie furrowed her brow and shook her head in confusion. Her lips moved. Belle stared. "You don't want to hear my voice? You don't want to be around me now? What are you talking about?"

"Davie ..." Mirabelle stepped slightly closer, pressing into Davie's personal space. She whispered softly, "When most people speak to me I get vivid images in my head. Sometimes when people are simply near me, if I hear them speak, I get sharp, intense waves of images."

"I think they are the images of their strongest thoughts at that moment. It's not always. A lot of the time I don't 'see' anything or I can ignore them because they're simple. But, my head sometimes becomes a busy place, filled with pictures." Mirabelle paused checking for understanding but Davie's eyes were slightly clouded as she processed. "You are different for me. You don't intrude at all in my mind. It's so peaceful ... and ... scary. Because I can't hear your voice."

Davie stood frozen. She wasn't sure what she just heard. She wasn't sure she understood or believed what she was hearing. Immediately she started moving through her mental rolodex of possible neurological conditions.

Belle could see the woman's confusion and hesitation. "Davie? I'm not as certain anymore. About the peace. Now I wish I could share my gift with you. I can't experience you like others because I can't hear you." Belle pulled back slightly so she could see Davie's eyes clearly. "But I can see what other people are seeing when they speak to you or about you. If I'm close enough to hear them."

Davie's mind was spinning to catch up. Her lips moved and Mirabelle winced quietly at the sight of the soft, slow movement. Mirabelle found she had a sudden, almost desperate need to taste them. Belle felt completely lost and imbalanced.

"I don't understand."

"Davie, I saw what 'Sticks' envisioned when he spoke to you and to me. That's how I knew we needed Love. That's how I knew they would be waiting for us outside." Mirabelle leaned in, taking a little more space away whispering just inches from Davie's ear and cheek. Davie gasped feeling Belle's warm breath breaking over her skin. "When your 'friend' met you at the shop this week. I saw what she envisioned when she spoke to you. It was ... hard ... for me to hear her speak to you."

Davie stiffened and she stepped back creating distance and the loss of the shared body heat was noticeable. "It was hard, because?"

"Because her thoughts, the images, they were explicit memories." Mirabelle shifted slightly, her voice tensed and lowered to barely audible. "Because I saw you and her. Her thoughts of you. I saw ... everything."

Davie's eyes widened and she flushed with embarrassment and disbelief. She gasped, replaying the afternoon's conversation, replaying the time she spent with Nell. Mirabelle saw realization and shock pass over Davie's face.

"No. That's ... I don't ... believe ... you." Davis winced.

"Cher, I saw you. The way you took her. The way she saw you." Belle tried to smooth the moment over. "Davie, it was hard because I wanted to be the one. With you that day. Sitting with you again in the shop. Because ... I was ... I am ... jealous. Because when I watch your lips and it's not just for understanding."