Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, this is purely fiction. Read at your own risk.
Sinful Addiction
"Knock Knock!" Declan looked up from his small book at the sound coming from the door, he knew who it was. No one could ever make the words 'knock knock' sound appealing, but of course his other half found a way.
"Who's there?" He smiled, a sly teasing smile. He knew that on the other side of the door Fiona was smiling too.
"Come on Dec, it's cold out here!" She giggled while hugging herself tight, it was the only way to keep her body warm. Perhaps rethinking her sleeping wardrobe might be a good idea, then again Declan's long t-shirts were very comfy to sleep in. The door opened and Declan let his twin sister in, she immediately jumped on his bed while he locked the door behind them. "What are we reading tonight?" She asked curiously while looking at the book on his hand.
"Garbage." He took notice of the shirt he was wearing, finally realizing why there were empty hangers in his closet. "Nice shirt." He complimented sarcastically.
"Brings out my eyes, doesn't it?" She grinned with no trace of guiltiness from borrowing her brother's clothes.
"Mine too." He walked to the bed, putting his novel down on the night stand before turning off the light. "Will you be staying tonight?" The bed looked too big with just Fiona in it, he took a seat next to her pulling the covers over their feet.
"Perhaps, I was hoping you'd tell me a bedtime story." She snuggled close to him, finally feeling warmth in her body.
"Fi, you can't keep doing this." He sighed while intertwining his fingers in her loose curls, her hair was soft and he enjoyed getting lost in it most nights. Tonight was different though, somehow Declan had come to realize that this was not normal anymore. They weren't kids, and late night snuggle session's with your sibling was frowned upon at this age.
"I hate my room, it's too big and I'm too alone in it. You know that." Yes, he knew that very well but coming to him every night was not the answer, it wasn't right. He laid down, pulling her next to him. She wouldn't have it any other way, of course. Their bodies fit together perfect, she laid her head on his chest and he held her waist tightly. Declan knew the routine, he would tell Fiona various foreign tales, some he would make up on the spot but she didn't care. All she wanted was to hear his voice in order to drift of to sleep peacefully, all she wanted was her brother. "I love you, Dec."
"Ditto." He smiled into her hair, imagining how this response might have turned her peaceful lips into a small smirk. This is how it was, and how it was always going to be Declan and Fiona. Fiona and Declan. That's how she wanted it, and everything Fiona wanted, she got.