Tegan POV:

I don't say it. I never say it. Neither does she. We don't have to.

Our Skype sessions and video chats, phone calls, and tour break visits never end in the three simple words, and honestly, that's the way I prefer it. Things aren't complicated and confusing by our utterance of the eight letters. We don't have to worry about the heavy weight those words carry, or shoulder the burden of what they mean. The semblance of the phrase doesn't have to be pined over, and we don't have to feel the nerves that come with such a confession. What's understood doesn't need to be explained, and there's no need to abuse and overuse something that both of us understand.

A slight shift to my left breaks me from my thoughts and I turn to face the body laying next to mine. Instantly I'm met with a sleepy smile, and I feel my heart melt as I return my own gummy grin. "Hi" I whisper, wrapping my arms around her sheet covered form and pulling her closer to me. I receive a light peck on the lips before she rasps out a 'hi' in reply and tucks her head under my chin, nuzzling into my chest softly.

"How long have you been awake?"

"How long have you been watching me stare at the ceiling?" Her light giggles vibrate through my chest at my response and I feel her lips turn upwards in a smirk before she lifts her head to meet my eyes, "For like, five hours."

I match her smirk with one of my own before cocking an eyebrow cheekily, "So I've been awake for like, five hours."

She lets out a small laugh before kissing the corner of my mouth and placing her head on my shoulder, her lips just brushing the sensitive skin of my neck. "That's a long time to be awake. What were you thinking about?"

"You." It's not the truth, but it's not a total lie either. If I told her how truly sentimental my thoughts were I would never hear the end of it. She may be the love of my life, but she's also my sister.

"Well you know…" she begins suggestively, moving to straddle me across the hips, "You could have been doing something other than thinking about me for five hours…"

A cheeky grin crosses her face as she places her hands on my torso, softly rubbing my abs through my thin cotton t-shirt. I rub my hands along her bare skin, down to her boxer-covered bum and give it a squeeze. Just as I lean up to meet her lips in a teasing kiss, my stomach lets out a loud, long grumble. Laughter shakes Sara's body as I fall back into the bed, letting out an embarrassed laugh of my own. "Yeah, apparently I could have been eating breakfast" I say.

I watch as Sara's face lights up at my unintentional double entendre, a mischievous glint shining in her eyes. She grinds her hips down into me before moving so that her lips graze the tender skin of my earlobe, her voice taking on a sultry tone as she husks, "You could always have breakfast in bed." I turn my head slightly to meet her eyes, coated dark with lust. We share a knowing look as I place my lips along her jaw line, and I know my own hazel orbs match hers. She moves so that her hands are on either side of my head and grinds her hips down into mine harder than before. Our lips crash together in a needy yet rhythmic kiss; the type of kiss that seems lazy yet remains passionate throughout the years. She applies more pressure to our cores, slowly grinding to create some sort of friction. I play into what she wants, raising my hips to return the pressure as I trail my own hands up her bare back and down her arms. I intertwine our fingers and never disconnect our lips as I sit up against the headboard of the bed, situating Sara so that she straddles my lap. I bring her hands to sit on the back of my neck and move my kisses down to her neck and collarbones, letting my tongue leave a path of lust and love across her skin. She wraps her legs around my back and continues grinding into the muscles of my lower stomach, letting out a pleading moan as my kisses travel back up her neck to the tender skin under her ear.

"Mmmm, I could…" I voice my agreement with her idea as I suck and bite softly on the skin of her earlobe. I lean back to give her a suggestive look, before taking one of her breasts in my hand and dropping my head to place sucks and kisses around her nipple. A high pitch whimper escapes her mouth as she moves her hips further into me and meets my eyes with her own. I never break our eye contact as I direct my attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. She watches me as I send light pecks up her chest before locking our lips together. Our tongues fight for dominance as I stand from the bed, her legs still wrapped around my midsection. "Or…" I say, breaking our kiss and turning her so that her back is to the bed. I send her a playful smirk before smacking a wet kiss to her forehead and dropping her with a light bounce onto the mattress. "I could go eat some real food and fuck the life out of you later" I say, cocking an eyebrow and giving her a teasing grin. She buries her face into the mattress with a groan, banging on it with her fist for good measure. "Ugghh. Tegannnnnnnn" her muffled voice complains. I let my laughter ring out as I make my way towards the bedroom door, stopping to pick up Sara's discarded shirt from last night. I toss it in her direction and make my way to the kitchen, shouting "Good morning, babe!" on the way.

Sara POV:

Tegan's obnoxious laughter echoes down the hallway as I sit up and begrudgingly return the worn out band tee from last night back onto my body. The fabric carries Tegan's scent and I revel in it for a moment before collapsing back on the mattress with an exhale. I was lucky enough to snag this shirt from one of her drawers last night after I got out of the shower. I could have easily asked for something to wear, and Tegan would have gladly provided it, but seeing the way her face lights up and the way her eyes soften after dressing myself in her clothes of my own choosing made foregoing any kind of permission worth it.

The smell of my favorite Colombian bold roast draws me from my thoughts and I smile to myself. I can hear Tegan hum lightly over the radio edit of some EDM-coated pop song, accompanying the sizzling and popping coming from this morning's breakfast as it cooks on the stove. I know that it's only a matter of time before my love appears bedside with a steaming cup of my favorite drink, gummy grin and all, and I take the time to thank my lucky stars for having it so good.

Life with Tegan is easy, as it should be. Nothing about Tegan is complicated. Well, that's not entirely true. The fact that she's my sister, twin sister, is sufficiently enough all the complication our relationship needs. Thankfully, that's the only complicated thing that comes with being with her.

There's a different type of communication that exists with us. It's hard to place, but it's something that's just… easy. Simple. I will be the first to turn my nose up and laugh at any notion of "twin telepathy" but, in the back of my mind there is a constant lingering that our relation may actually give reason to us being so compatible as lovers. We know each other on an intrinsic level other lovers do not have a privilege of knowing. After all, when you share your DNA and entire existence with someone else, you are bound to have an understanding of them other people will never be able to imagine having.

"Here you go, sweetheart. One huge cup of freshly brewed caffeine, just as you ordered" her mock fancy accent brings me away from my thoughts and I turn my head only to be greeted by her soft smile and bright eyes, hands presenting me a cup of my favorite black gold just as I expected. I release a small moan when my lips meet the liquid, savoring every drop as it makes its way down my throat and to my gut, warming me from the inside out. I immediately voice my appreciation and give Tegan a thank you kiss, to which she responds in muttering out a faint "you're welcome" against my lips. I let our tongues mesh briefly, mixing the two flavors I love the most – Tegan and coffee. It's an addictive combination, and I have to control myself before I overdose on the mix too early in the day.

Breaking our lip lock, I place a small peck on Tegan's lips before she stands up and straightens out, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. It's cute how after spending 17 years of our lives together as a couple she still gets flustered by the smallest of intimate moments between us. Thankfully she's not nearly as bashful in bed… "Um, the uh, the French toast is almost done. I'm finishing the eggs up now" she clears her throat before she speaks, talking in a small shy voice. I beam at her in return and within a fraction of a second she's back into her usually confident demeanor. "Hmm, French toast eh? You're really spoiling me this morning, baby" I give her a flirtatious smirk as I lift my coffee to my lips, taking another sip. "Yeah, well" she shrugs nonchalantly, rubbing the back of her neck before speaking again, this time in a dangerously raspy tone, "If I'm going to fuck the life out of you, the least I can do is treat you first." Her smug grin is the last thing I see before she disappears out the door and down the hallway, back into the kitchen.

Tegan POV:

I feel her before I see her; her front meeting my back flush, her toned arms wrapping around my midsection. I let myself melt into her, my mouth turning into a smile without hesitation when she places a loving kiss to my shoulder. I finish putting the last of the pots and pans into the sink and turn to meet her face, lit up with one of her always beautiful smiles. Her hands find their place on the back of my neck, her fingers tangling themselves with the fine hairs that lay there. I rest my own on her waist, pulling her into me more and letting my lips glide over hers in another kiss. "The table's all set. Breakfast is ready when you are" I say, letting our lips brush together as I speak. She looks into my eyes then back to my mouth before returning the gesture, muttering out an "okay" in the process.

When she pulls away from the kiss her eyes meet mine and I notice how the light shades of emerald shine through the hazel in the early morning sunlight. She's searching my eyes avidly, like there's a treasure of pure gold waiting to be discovered past my irises.

I know that look, and I know it because I'm looking at her the same way.

It's a look that most couples would find necessary to give voice too. But not us. We're not most couples. Then again, we never were –we never were meant to be. We don't have to give voice to the feelings that we both feel as we look into each other's exposed soul, vulnerable and open for the world to see.

The sunlight reflects off of her pupils and into mine, like she's the light of my world, and I'm hers. And she is. And I am. And I know that because of that look. The look. The one reserved for me. The one that's full of wonder, and admiration, and adoration, and love. She looks at me like I'm her hero, like I'm her superman, and I know that if the world were to come to a sudden end, she's the one I would rescue.

I love her.

And I don't have to say it.

I know it, and she knows it, and that look- that damn look- says it all. It says she loves me too. And I'll never have to voice my feelings as long as that look exists. As long as this exists. And she'll never have to say it either. Because she knows like I know. And she feels it like I feel it.

That look says it all, and that's the reason why we don't have to.

Sara POV:

I break our kiss and my breath catches in my throat. My heart flutters and the warm feeling that originates from deep inside my gut makes me feel like I'm about to burst. Her chocolate orbs are a warm brown, the morning sunlight adding a tenderness to the deep hues that normally reside within her pupils. She's giving me that look. The look that makes it seem as if I'm the only one in the world. Although I may not be, I know that to Tegan, I am the only one in the world that matters.

That familiar sparkle is there as she gazes deep within the confines of my heart, examining every piece and committing it to memory. It's that sparkle that lets me know she feels this too. It reminds me that I am never alone in this, never alone in life. Tegan is my rock, and I am hers. And I know it because of that sparkle, that look.

The way she navigates my soul with her vulnerable stare simultaneously sends chills down my spine and melts my entire being. In moments like these, it's as if we are becoming the one person we were meant to be from the beginning. Our hearts accompany our minds upon our sleeves, leading us to wear each other's scars and accomplishments like war medals. The darkest parts of her mind and the heaviest parts of her heart are on display for me to see. It's raw and it's beautiful, and it's safe. These are the parts of her no one else gets to see, and they are safe with me. I protect them the way she protects me. I hold these parts of her in my heart the same way she holds me in her arms – like it's the only thing that matters. The only thing worth saving.

It's that look with those eyes that reminds me why things are so easy with Tegan. When those chocolate eyes meet my own, I know that she feels the same.

I know it, because I see it. She sees it too.

We've never had to assure ourselves the way other couples do. When our eyes lock and our souls pour out from around our identical irises, we don't need to. That look says it all.

It says I love you.

So we don't say it. We never say it. We don't have to.