The Ghost of You Is All I Have Left

By: TracyCook

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creator of Ghost Whisperer.

Couple: Kate/Melinda

Rating: M

Chapter 2

Sweet Release

As Melinda made her way into her house the door slammed behind her causing the woman to scream out and her heart to start beating rapidly against her ribcage. Though, it was more out of shock from the loud noise than out of fright.

Suddenly her body was freezing and she knew that she was not alone. This had happened numerous times over her lifetime but this was the first time that the presence did not bother her. The only worry that she had was being able to talk Kate out of whatever she was trying to do and get her to go into the light. That would pose a problem between her and the stubborn ghost. Not to mention she enjoyed the attentions she was receiving a bit too much. Still, she knew that it was wrong of her and that it had crossed over into cheating on her husband.

Feeling cold breath on the back of her neck caused the hairs to rise; she did not need to turn around to know who was standing behind her. "Kate, we have to stop doing this. Whatever this is."

"Go upstairs." The British accent rang out in her ears like music. There was something so beautiful about Kate's voice. She actually felt compelled to do as she was told.

Still, she knew that she could not risk everything that she had with her husband not only for her close friend's wife, but for a ghost that she could obviously never have anything substantial with. "Kate, I am being serious we have to stop this and I need to help you find the light. I thought—" Her breath caught in her throat as she felt a light pressure against her neck. It was undoubtedly Kate's lips and it was distracting to Melinda.

"You thought?" She whispered out.

Regaining her train of thought the living woman shook her head and turned around so that she was now facing the spirit. Biting down on her bottom lip she allowed her brown eyes to wander the still very exposed woman. Despite the desires and lust that she was feeling toward her she forced herself to look away. "I thought you already finished what you needed to finish, I thought that you already saw the light…"

"See I was certain that I had too. I was ready Melinda and then I looked at you and I simply knew."

"Simply knew what?" She practically choked on the words. This was all too crazy for her to even comprehend. Glancing up she realized that Kate was once again clothed and she let out a soft sigh of relief.

"I knew what unfinished business I had left to complete."

"Well, what is it Kate? I would love to help you cross over to the other side." Melinda stated gently as she walked toward the other reaching out to hover her hand just above the ghosts arm knowing that she could not actually touch her. Her words did hold honesty, yet oddly enough her voice shook revealing the way that they also upset her. Truthfully she was not ready to let go of the British woman, she had grown used to her hanging around and watching her.

"Are you certain about that?" Kate asked teasingly. Obviously spotting the quiver in her voice.

"Yes, of course."

"Then." She stated softly before taking a step forward, hovering her lips against the living woman's ear. "Go upstairs."

Against her better judgment Melinda nodded her head and agreed to go upstairs with the other woman. 'What's the worst she could do? She cannot force me to cheat on my husband, she can't even touch me.' That thought caused her slight relief yet made her stomach churn at how badly she wished Kate could touch her physically. It was disgusting really how badly she wanted her. Taking in a breath she turned and started up the stairs knowing that the spirit of her friend's wife was following closely behind her.

Once at the top of the stairs she heard that familiar haunting voice telling her where to go from there. "The bedroom." Letting out a breath she realized just how nervous she was. Her heart was racing her breathing was uneven and she may have even been aroused but she would never admit to that.

Cautiously she peered into her and Jim's room and what she saw completely took her breath away. "Oh my…"

There were rose pedals scattered all over the bed, candles lit all around them giving a mysterious dim lighting to the room. The scent she recognized as Kate's favorite perfume and it was a completely intoxicating scent. "Did you—" Stopping she coughed to rid her voice of excitement and awe before continuing "—do this?"

"Yes I did sweetheart, is it to your liking?" Smiling confidently the ghost placed her hands on Melinda's back. Well aware that she could not completely feel them, but there was a cold contact and she was able to see what she was doing so it was like she was actually touching her.

"Yes. I mean, yeah I love it. It's beautiful, but what does this have to do with your unfinished business?" The brunette asked confused as she turned around to once again face the Brit.

"I think that you know exactly what it has to do with it." In the blink of an eye the once clothed spirit was once again naked and exposed to Melinda's brown eyes that were eagerly trying not to look her over. "I have seen the way that you ogle me with those beautiful brown eyes. Perhaps you assume I hadn't noticed, but I have."

She watched as the living woman's face heated up and a blush filled her cheeks still looking down at her feet in order to avoid seeing anything. Reaching up a useless and practically transparent finger she ran it along the brunette's perfect jawline trying to lead her to look at her despite her handicap. Melinda did understand though and slowly turned her head so that they were facing each other, brown eyes staring into passionate blue. "How I ache for you Melinda. To kiss those luscious lips and to taste their sweetness. How my body longs to be touched by those fingers." She chuckled as she watched brown eyes widen at the admittance.

"This is wrong Kate, we can't be doing this. I have a husband and your husband still loves you." Her voice shook because of the closeness of their bodies.

"Oh please he is off with that tramp as we speak." She spat angrily. Obviously the young woman had not been the only one the ghost had still been watching. "Besides it isn't cheating if you pleasure yourself is it? I'll simply help." A wicked smirk spread across her lips.

"Well no, but Jim. He will be home soon and—"

"—Then we will just have to hurry now wont we?" This time Kate's voice carried slight agitation as she was obviously growing impatient with the cat and mouse game that they were playing. She had been on earth for a while now as a spirit and learnt how to use her energy rather well and using all the strength she could muster managed to throw Melinda backward through the air.

The young woman screamed out in fear as she flew across the room but quickly felt relief rush through her as she landed on the cushioned bed. She had never assumed that the British woman would truly hurt her, but she had seen the woman at her worst and it was not pretty. 'Okay that's not true, she is always pretty.' Her mind decided to add.

"Pull down your trousers." Kate demanded as she magically appeared on top of Melinda straddling her. Though all that the brunette could feel was the ice cold touch where skin connected. Despite this she could still see the woman on top of her and that was enough to make her body heat up and that familiar aroused wetness to start building between her thighs. She was literally aching to be touched as brown eyes wandered from sexy and devious eyes and smirk down the perfect naked form of the other woman.

Ignoring everything her rational mind was telling her she did as she was told and unbuttoned her pants pulling them down along with her already soaked panties. Gasping out as the wetness ran along her thighs. She had never been so wet or aroused before in her entire lifetime. 'She is dead… this is so wrong on so many levels…' Her mind screamed but her body wanted more. "Kate, this is so wrong." She muttered when she found her voice.

"But you want it, I can see it in your eyes." She stated confidently.

Melinda turned her head to the side in order to keep her eyes from wandering any further. "No."

"Yes." Leaning down Kate pressed her lips against the sensitive flesh right under the brunette's ear, and she swore that she felt it as she let out a soft moan of enjoyment. "You do." She whispered against the living woman's ear causing her body to shake. "Now I know I cannot technically do this, but follow my lead darling."

As the British woman trailed her nails down Melinda's stomach the woman could swear that she could feel every single touch as if they were both alive. Brown eyes watched as she allowed her own hand to follow closely behind the spirits, following each and every movement, letting out soft sounds of pleasure and enjoyment as her body reacted and her dripping womanhood begged to be touched.

"You want me." The beautiful accent rang in her ears like a classical melody and it was the truth she wanted her.

"Yes." She whispered softly out of embarrassment before moaning out as Kate's fingers came in contact with her clit.

Perhaps it was the sight of it that turned her on or perhaps it was the cold iciness against the sensitive nub, either way she needed to find her release. Reaching her own hand down Melinda started to rub against her clit with her fingers skillfully. She knew what she enjoyed after all.

Yet, what made this so exciting was that it was like a very intense fantasy. One in which the brunette could see and almost feel each and every touch from the person she desired, she could watch and hear as Kate moaned out watching her and that excited her the most. That the beautiful woman would grow so turned on from simply watching Melinda pleasure herself. Secretly she wished she were able to return the favor.

"Push your fingers inside of yourself for me sweetie…" She whispered out against Melinda's neck.

Doing as she was told the brunette plunged two slender fingers inside of herself immediately hitting the spot that drove her crazy, that sensation as she hit the spot over and over again and the sensation of the brunette woman moaning out against her ear was enough to practically bring her over the edge. "I-I'm going to come." She groaned out through loud moans wishing she could dig her hands in that long dark hair that smelt amazing.

"Come for me…"

Just then she heard a shout from down stairs and her hand stopped its movements to Kate's displeasure who was now glaring at the door with angry blue eyes. "Honey! I'm home!"

"Oh god, Kate. I have to stop!" She squeaked out trying to pull her fingers out of her soaked womanhood, but the ghost channeled all the energy she could and with her hand managed to hold the other woman's in place.

"Finish… Please?" She practically growled against Melinda's throat. "I need this." Moving her free hand Kate allowed cold fingers to travel up the living woman's stomach under her shirt and over her nipple which hardened directly on contact. Either from the cold or from arousal. Perhaps it was both.

Melinda moaned out and started to move her fingers again inside of herself. Within seconds she came all over her hand wetness soaking through the sheets. Stifling her screams of ecstasy by biting down hard on her bottom lip. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever felt and now her body lay limp and exhausted as she struggled to return her breathing to normal. "I'm up here!"

Jim started up the stairs and Kate stood beside the bed watching the scene unfold wondering how Melinda would explain her sweating and heated body. "Oh my god, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine just a little sick."

"Do we need to get you to a hospital?" He questioned worried about the woman that he loved sitting down beside her on the bed. She was secretly praying that he would not smell the scent of sex and arousal all over the sheets.

"No, really. People keep asking that today, I'm fine. Can you get me a glass of water though?" She asked in hopes to get him out of the room so she could clean herself up which earned a chuckle from Kate who was still watching the two.

"Of course." Leaning down he kissed the top of her forehead before saying "I love you" and heading downstairs.

Glaring over at the spirit as she pulled up her pants she stated firmly "this isn't funny."

"Actually I find it quite hilarious."

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Authors note: 22 views altogether haha sometimes I wonder why I write these stories that are so out of the box… then I remember it's what I enjoy and keep writing. Surprisingly despite the small number of readers I have got a few reviews so thank you all! Please if you read this and enjoy it review, I am known for adding updates pretty quickly when encouraged! Y'all rock! :p Thank you and I hope you enjoy this chapter. It will get more romantic and not just sexual as it goes along.

-Tracy Cook