Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi.


Chapter One: Dreams


She was perfect.

Fiona loved the strawberry taste of her mouth, and the beautiful sound of the girls moans as their tongues battled for the upper hand.

Fiona slid her hands back and forth across the girl's torso, making her arch her back in pleasure.

"Oh, Fiona! Oh!" She moaned when her lips broke free.

"You're perfect. Every inch of you, so beautiful." Fiona said, placing butterfly soft kisses down the girl's neck.

The girl gave a groan of pleasure. "Oh, Fi, don't stop. Please, don't."

Fiona complied, sliding down the girl's neck with her tongue, and captured her nipple, sucking it lightly.

The girl's back arched, her moans growing louder.

"AH! OH GOD!" She all but she screamed with pleasure. "YES! AH!"

"I love you, Anya," Fiona said, once she released the girl's nipple, and planted a kiss on the girl's lips.


The alarm clock woke her with a start. She shot up, covered in sweat and panting.

Fiona slammed the snooze button and put a hand through her matted curls.

"Oh man," Fiona sighed, laying her head back down against the pillow, remember how good her dream had felt.

Anya coming over for a sleep over, the sexy black lingerie, her bare breasts, the kisses, everything about it was perfect.

Fiona sighed and rolled over to face her window, thinking about the strawberry taste of Anya's mouth and her bright pink lips, when her mother walked in.

"Fiona, get up or you'll be late." Laura Coyne said, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"I'm up, Mom, just give me a minute," Fiona said, her voice sounded hoarse. She felt a bit self-conscious when she remembered how sweaty she was.

Laura placed a hand on her daughter's flushed cheek and frowned. "Are you sick?"

"I'm fine, Mom, I'm just really...hot." Fiona said awkwardly.

Her mother didn't feel a fever, so she nodded and placed a kiss on her daughter's cheek and went to go finish her coffee.

Fiona sighed, today was going to be a long day.


Anya made her way over to Fiona, noticing how uncomfortable she looked. Anya's brow furrowed at the way Fiona tried to look everywhere else but her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Anya asked, linking arms with her best friend, as they made their way down the halls like they always did.

Fiona's cheeks became tinged with pink. "Oh, uh, n-nothing," she said in an uneasy voice, like she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't have been. "Nothing's wrong! Why would there be something wrong?"

Anya cocked an eyebrow. "Okay, so nothing's wrong." Her tone skeptical as she eyed her friend.

Fiona grimaced. "Sorry I'm being so jumpy. I must have had too much coffee this morning."

Anya laughed, "Well since you're riding on a caffeine-high, want to study before the bell rings. Perino's test is going to be killer."

"Sure, let me just get my notes. I'll meet you in the garden in five."

Anya nodded and headed to her locker. She couldn't help thinking about how uneasy Fiona looked when she'd been walking towards her.

Did I do something wrong?

Anya brushed the feelings aside. Of course she didn't do anything out of the usual that would offend Fiona. The girl clearly had a horrible night's sleep.

"Morning," Riley greeted her with a big grin plastered across his face.

"Hey, Riley," Anya said, turning her lock.

"What's wrong?" He asked, as he placed his bag into his locker.

"Just Fi, she was acting weird this morning when I saw her. I think she might be mad at me."

Riley laughed, "Ah, trust me, Fiona would tell you if you got on her bad side."

"Maybe, but it was almost like she didn't want to be near me at all." Anya said, and picked up a lock of her hair and smelt it. She didn't smell any different than normal; she was the same as always. She thought back on yesterday, making sure she hadn;t said or done anything that would make her friend angry. She came up blank. All she and Fi had done was spend a long day doing mani-pedi's, watching movies, and gossiping. What could have changed in twelve hours that would make Fiona so uneasy around her?

"Look, don't stress it. If you want to know what's wrong just ask." Riley said, shutting his locker.

"Yeah, because you're always so honest," Anya said as she grabbed her history notebook.

Riley gave an uneasy laugh. "Point taken, look, I'll meet you at lunch, kay?"

"Sure," she nodded, shutting her locker.


Fiona sat on the stone wall waiting for Anya. The dream was still replaying in her mind. She sighed, all she needed to do was forget about it, and her crush on Anya, if she didn't things would get awkward.

The door opened and Anya strode in. "So I was thinking we could study the art part first. I always suck at remember the symbolisms of paintings and who painted them." The girl rambled, as she took out the study guide Holly J had let Fiona and Anya photo copy. Sometimes it was nice to have an overachieving friend.

"Sure," Fiona said, with a nonchalant shrug and began to take out her own study guide.

Anya sat beside her friend, gnawing on her pink lip.

"Did I do something to make you mad?"

Fiona's head shot up. "What?"

"It's just; well you're refusing to look at it. And then you're acting all fidgety. It's really…" Anya didn't want to say annoying, but it was.

"No, you didn't do anything. I just…" Fiona said, shifting uneasily.

"Just what?" Anya snapped, as she placed a hand on her hip, though it looked awkward considering the fact that she was sitting down.

"Nothing, it's just nothing. I'm just having a bad day! I'm not mad at you."

Anya gave a frustrated sigh and picked up her bag.

"Where are you going?" Fiona asked.

Anya turned to face her friend. "I'll see you in class, if you can even stomach to look at me for more than five seconds." She replied cooly, her eyes hard with hurt and frustration.

"Why are you overreacting so much? I said I wasn't mad at you!" Fiona said, fighting the urge to stomp her foot. She couldn't tell Anya about the dream. Sure, the girl knew she was a lesbian and they often shared beds when they slept over each other's houses, but Fiona knew better. Telling Anya about her stupid crush would ruin everything. It would become awkward, even if Anya politely declined her affections. It'd always be there that Fiona liked her, and she wouldn't be able to do all the things they did like sleep together, share desserts.

No, she wouldn't do it.

"So then why won't you look at me?"

"I look at you," Fiona said, meeting the girls gaze, remembering how Anya's eye's glazed over when she had-

Stop it, Fiona.

Anya turned on her heel, opened the heavy door, and walked down the hall, leaving Fiona to just watch from inside the glass.


Author's Note: Ah, Fionya, another one I've been dying to write. I always wished these two would have gotten together. Oh well, they are here! I'm hoping to make this a short story, but who knows.