Disclaimer: Thou does not own Shake It Up!. But thou does own a dozen doughnuts. Well, three doughnuts, after last night's tea party with Princess Tittyboobs, and Prince Pedobear.
"I hate this."
"I know you do. But we're almost finished." Rocky and CeCe were sprawled out on CeCe's apartment floor, with colored pencils, glue, glitter, and other artistical items scattered around them. CeCe flopped onto Rocky's lap and groaned. "Why do you have to be so smart and supportive? Like, why couldn't you be a stereotypical blonde?"
Rocky's finger pecks the redhead's nose. "Because you're the natural blonde. But you're still cute when you have your redhead moments too."
"Aww, thank you. I think I'm cute too. When did you find out I was a natural blonde?"
Rocky gives the girl a blank look. "Three days ago... At school. In the locker room showers maybe..."
The redhead on her lap gives her the same look back. "...Were my roots showing?"
Rocky shook her head and gently pushed the girl off of her. "Nevermind, CeCe. Let's just finish this project." At the point of ten at night, the girls were doing a project on a Friday night, in which CeCe would have never even started if Rocky came over. "Why are you torturing me?"
"CeCe, work."
"Today is Friday and this is due Tuesday. WHY are you torturing me? This is so unfair, we just got back from an amazing vacay, and I just wanna watch the Bad Girls Club with you, and talk about Justin Starr, and paint our nails, then have amazing, mind-blowing sex with you. But nooo, I'm stuck doing a stu-"
Rocky tugged the back of the girl's neck and her lips met CeCe's, rants turning to soft whimpers and manicured nails lightly grazing delicate skin. CeCe dazily dragged back, but only inches to where she could pull the pink lips back in at any time. The redhead softly whined,"Rocky..."
"Finish your project, then we can have more mind-blowing sex."
The redhead clapped. "Really?"
"Really-really. If you finish your project by tomorrow, we can even make the dream you had last night... Come true." A finger taunted down the redhead's flushed cheeks, as Rocky softly spoke, CeCe's skin marveling at the fluttering finger, shivering and blushing. "You'll be the rootinest', tootinest' cowgirl in the Wild West."
"Even with the boots and the hat?"
"Oh, definitely. But I have to go home, mom's making brussel sprouts." The redhead made a disgusted face, retorting,"Rocky, you better not come anywhere near me after eating that... Mutated-Incredible-Hulk-bodybulider- vegetable."
"Well, how about I make up for it now." Rocky swept her bag on her back, and pulled CeCe up, proceeding to lean the redhead down in a Tango-like position, and tugging her lips to CeCe's sweet pink ones again. CeCe's leg lifted straight upwards, and then she was dropped to the cold, wooden ground as Rocky gave her nose a little boop with a clever smile. "Get finished. I love you!"
The brunette rushed out the fire escape and CeCe stared at it for a few more seconds, then turning to her nearly done poster. She mumbled, shaking her head, but with a slight smile creeping upon her face. "I love you too."
"Alright Miss Jones! Your turn." CeCe stood up with her giant, sparkly poster in hand, waltzing in front her gaping class. CeCe had on a white tank top, a white and pink vest, embroidered (Obviously with Gunther and Tinka's be-twinkler) with the words 'Texas Girl' on each side, and a tan hat plopped on top of her head. Two brown, swirly- cowboy boots covered her feet. But that wasn't the real reason why the entire class was gaping.
Or that Rocky was struggling to breathe because she choked on her own spit.
It's the shorts that CeCe has on, the makes Rocky blush as CeCe passes her, ever-so-slowly on the way up to the front of the class. The shorts that makes Miss Gentile double check that her glasses aren't fogged up. The shorts that makes the boys put their textbooks on their laps. The shorts that makes Rocky wanna reach out out and grab CeCe's-
"So, I did my project on Texas, obviously." Rocky lightly flicked Deuce's ear as a speck of drool shined down his chin, yet he still remained in his trance.
Well, this is obviously not what she and CeCe discussed Friday night.
"Well, we all know that Texas has the some of the most greatest features of the world, like The Alamo, and The Huston Grand Opera Theater, but I wanna focus on some... Different appeals." Rocky watched as CeCe flipped around her poster, and thankfully, Miss Gentile was behind her and couldn't see the poster, and also watched porn on her laptop. Everyday.
"The number one strip club in Texas." This caught Rocky's ears, and her eyes widened at her redhead girlfriend.
Her ears really are failing, or CeCe just said strip club.
"The Clubhouse." CeCe began to stroll around the class, letting herself linger around some boys a little too long for Rocky's comfort. The brunette couldn't keep her eyes off CeCe's rear, that swayed each time the redhead took a step.
She is going to get it after school. And not in the good way.
"It has all the known strippers there... Nikki Benz, Jenna Jameson, Linsey Dawn McKenzie, Tori Black..."
Rocky's mouth hung lower as CeCe calmly recited her project. As CeCe caught her eyes, Rocky gave her the hardest glare her eyebrows and mouth could manage.
She frowned as CeCe gave a little giggle back at her face. The redhead mouthed 'Shhh', continuing her project.
"I would've gone there with Rocky, but I don't want a bunch of girls hanging off of her. The probably have STD's in their hair. Maybe even floating in the air around them."
The redhead had moseyed behind Rocky now, twirling Rocky's delicate brown curls around her index finger, and giving her, still gaping, mind you, class. "I assure you all, that Texas is the best places for drinks, fun, and sex all night long. They even do positions you've never hea-"
"Detention!" A simple word was spoken, and CeCe was swinging towards the teacher. She put her hands up in question. "What did I do?"
"There will be no speak of sexual-related topics in my class." CeCe uttered something under her breath, most likely very violent, and handed her poster to Rocky. "Take care of that for me, Pop-Rocks."
She hated that nickname like no other, blushing furiously as CeCe strutted out the room.
The boys clapped. The girls rolled their eyes. Deuce still drooled.
"Stop that!"
"CeCe, what was that?" Rocky marched through the fire escape, glaring fiercely at the redhead. CeCe, still clad in her western-wear, turned off the TV with the remote from her seat on the sofa, turning her head to the over-reactive brunette with a bored expression. "What was what-now?"
"You and I worked nearly three days on that project and you totally displace the subject with some stupid topic about stripclubs in Texas?"
"Calm your tits."
"Don't tell me to calm my tits if I should rip off yours."
"Rocky-"
"Shut up. Miss Gentile probably failed you for the rest of the semester Ugh, CeCe! I just wish that one day you'd actually take responsibility for something instead of screwing it up all the time. You always do this, first you snuck us into an adult party, you tricked me into going to Texas where we danced, need I remind you, on a moving plane, you forced me to eat a meatball twice the size of me, in which I almost died eating, and I'm a VEGETARIAN, and you almost get us kicked off of Shake It Up, Chicago! every freaking week. You make me so, URGH, someti-"
The redhead stood up and put a finger on Rocky's lips, Rocky's nose recognizing the strawberry scent on the girl's digit. "Are your tits calmed?"
Rocky sighed in annoyance. CeCe grins at her, and spoke with a low undertone. "I have a surprise for you." CeCe watched the bitter-strewn girl take her hand, motioning to the hall. "Well, show me the surprise." CeCe led her down the lambent way, Rocky dragging her feet along and against the tepid wooden ground.
Rocky had undoubtedly calmed her state of mind, but what 'surprise' CeCe was leading her to, it had clouded her thoughts and memory. They paused when they made it to CeCe's room, and CeCe gave a gentle push to Rocky's chest, settling the brunette on the bed. "Take off your clothes." It wasn't really odd to see CeCe give commands, so Rocky, with slight suspicion, slipped off her shoes and socks as the redhead descended into her closet.
"CeCe, if you're just gonna expect me to jump in bed, then forget about it."
"Close your eyes, take off your clothes," was the response given back to Rocky, and the brunette sighed, unbuttoning her skin-tight jeans and slivering out of them with a kick, and swiftly pulled her shirt over her head, scooting until her head met a pillow. Laying back, she shut her eyes and listened to the constant shuffling of feet in the closet.
The steps became louder and echoed with each thump, and the mattress declines around hers, chilled leather meeting and intertwining around her ankles. The sensation of flush skin against her never failed to excite her senses, and that's when she opened her eyes. CeCe gazed at her with the slightest of a smirk, and Rocky wanted to stay mad at her, but that smile killed her. A smile, oddly enough, accompanied by a cowgirl hat, scented with the gentle lust of strawberries. "Why did you screw up your presentation?"
The redhead softly gasped, as Rocky's hands ran down the small of the vanilla skin, stopping at the hem of CeCe's laced under wear. "I didn't screw up, because I passed. Barely, but I passed. Miss Gentile said so."
CeCe traced a finger down Rocky's taut abdomen, "And you promised that I'd get to get my award if I passed. With my boots and hat. Because I look good in boots and a hat." Rocky held back a playful eye roll.
"You're so..." Rocky lightly murmured, all while staring up at her newly-found Texas girl. It's when CeCe leaned down and gave a long press of her lips to Rocky's, that Rocky nearly didn't catch the rubber texture around CeCe's waist. She halted and mumbled against CeCe's lips,"CeCe, wher- What... What is this?"
Rocky tugged at the rubber again, and CeCe merely smiled. "Just wait."
The brunette felt CeCe inching up, and scooting on the girl's body, apparently trying to create some kind of friction against Rocky. CeCe's hands drifting below sight, Rocky lifted her hips as the girl pulled down the damp barrier, separating her legs even further.
The intense gaze was kept as CeCe's ring finger prodded at Rocky's sweet spot, floating over the girls. "I passed my project..." Rocky's toes curled against CeCe's hard, leather boots, feeling the sweep of a forefinger against her. "...But I'm gonna reward you for helping me."
She leaned down and caught the girl's ear between her teeth, a pressing feeling now against Rocky's charm. A pair of hands moved to Rocky's shoulders, while CeCe whispered,"We're gonna do this a little different today..."
Rocky groaned at the nudge between her trembling legs, thumbs occupied at the heat of her reddened cheeks-
Wait... Wait.
Both of CeCe's hands are on her cheeks. Both cheeks. CeCe has only two hands. And then there's something... Down there. Three things.
...?...
No, this isn't right.
Rocky had already tested the theory of a human having three hands- There was so much blood that day. So... Whatever was down there, could not possibly be one of CeCe's... Hopefully. "CeCe, why..." The words died on the girl's lips when a nub was pressing into her, failing to constrain the melodious moan that left with a gasp.
She saw the outline of CeCe slightly trembling. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" 'It?' What was 'It?' Why was 'It' possibly going to hurt her?
Rocky hissed with a gasp as something cold yet warm and squishy intruded her entrance, and fingers wrapped tightly around hers. Her voice broke as she felt the object go slightly further in her, feeling the sweat start to form on her palms. CeCe slowly kissed her, and whispered,"Do you feel okay?"
It did hurt actually; The first little push stung her, as the size of this object was bigger, but the tiniest of pain was indulged in a tsunami of pleasure. Rocky swallowed. Her voice quivered,"CeCe... What... is that?" She was gently 'Shh-ed', and CeCe went back to kissing her, only pausing slightly to whisper,"Do you feel okay?"
CeCe had moved her hips outwards, waiting for the brunette's reply. Rocky nodded, and this time, she felt the object slowly inch its way in, CeCe eyes locked with Rocky's the whole time. It was pulled out, and thrusted back in, and that's when Rocky's eyes clasped together and she squeezed CeCe's hand. A soft moan was let out, CeCe's boots digging into the sheets.
Her other hand twisted the pink, green, and turquoise sheets, and her ankles still twisted against the now-warmed leather boots. Rocky could feel that CeCe had sped of the velocity of her hips, and Rocky was now whimpering into CeCe's mouth as the redhead pushed into her. Her tongue left CeCe's and a soft breath graced her lips. "Look at me, Rocks."
The pleasure built achingly fast inside of her, squinting just enough to see the darkened eyes of CeCe looking down on her. She maintained the desperate contact, as CeCe's hips jutted forward into her her, and she yelped at the sensation in her tummy. "Oh, CeeeCe!"
The girl above her smirked and a blush flared on the Rocky's face. It had become unbearable to open her eyes at this point, with CeCe groping under her bra now and the object seething in and out of her, and too add on, CeCe torridly clashing tongues with her again.
How does CeCe expect her to keep her eyes open, let alone keep her bodily functions correctly working through all of what's happening?
Her thoughts shattered and her muscles clenched around the foreign object when CeCe's thumb brushed lightly against her slit. Her extensive moan penetrated the walls and echoed through the empty apartment, her eyes returning back to its closed position. Point proven.
She needed to come, immediately. The pressure and butterflies and twisting in her stomach would build up, only to be slowed by CeCe's movements. The redhead plunges deep, deep into the Rocky's quivering body, her senses burning on the touch and arching herself against CeCe.
Fingers threaded through the curled blurs of fiery-locks, and her teeth clenched down on her bottom lip, the redhead delivering a hard thrust and Rocky nearly letting herself go. The stars twinkled in her vision and her nails dug into the sheets, and she was quickly feeling her nerves start to numb. A fruit-flavored tongue slid and fought with hers, while teeth nibbled on her lips. If only she could die like this...
She was slamming her hips into Rocky now; The brunette below her was crying out at every press of the object, and she panted wildly, the hand tightening in CeCe's hair. She tugged CeCe's lips back to hers, some sort of relief from the pleasure that was so close to it's peak, yet refused to go over. She let out a drawn-out moan, with syllables cut into short pants,"Ce, oh, Ce..."
The thrust would go slower, and build faster, and as CeCe played with Rocky, it became unbearable for the girl. If she doesn't come now, things will go down. Rocky growled fiercely against the girl's mouth,"Harder, CeCe. Make it disappear inside me." She hadn't really intended for the last part to come out, but it would come in handy in the next few seconds.
She could feel the curve of CeCe's spine as the object was pulled completely out of her, lingering at her entrance, before it smashed into her.
All she could see was white. Her tongue became incoherent, managing to form,"Feh, Ce-Ce, ah," before all went completely blank. Her nerves exploded beneath her skin, tracing up and down and killing every thought process. She pulled the redhead to her, and hoped that her vocals would have mercy on her- She's sure that if she open her mouth the in slightest bit, she will undoubtedly wake up the entire building.
She failed.
That's when the real tremors began, and she went on, panting CeCe's name and wrapping her leg's around the girl's small waist, vibrations from her moans trailing against CeCe's skin. Her muscles clenched around the foreign object, pulsing and grinding down on it. Fingertips traced down the sides of her abdomen, and she squeezed her eyes tightly together, and yelped again. She shuddered and shivered against CeCe's collarbone, her mouth acutely agape and a body gently coming to relax on her.
CeCe tugged the hat off of her head, her bangs dampened against her forehead, and kicked off her boots. It was the object that was pulled out of Rocky and threw across her bedroom floor that made her sigh in content. She closed her eyes, only to open them again to the feeling on a thumb on her cheek. She looked into the glowing, glittering brown eyes and lightly grinned. "I think you broke my back."
Rocky laid an arm around the girl's neck. "It is so totally worth it." CeCe smugly grinned while Rocky shifted slightly, and felt the the mist of dampness of her skin. A slight blush overcame her cheeks.
"CeCe... We're sticky." The redhead's tint of her cheeks arose too, but she smiled and replied sheepishly. "I don't think that's my fault..."
"Next topic please- Where did you get that?"
CeCe gave a blank look. "Get what?" There was that flash of blonde.
"The... thing. That thing." Rocky pointed to where the object was thrown while the blush remained on her face. CeCe stared at her for another minute, before giving an,"Oh!", and replying,"Let's keep that a secret, for now at least, 'kay?" Rocky accepted the poor excuse, and sighed in content.
"...Is it pink?"
"Pink and sparkly, just like you, Pop Rocks."
She then frowned. "Why do you call me that? I am not a sugary-carbonated-produced candy."
CeCe gave a seductive, sly grin.
"Because I can make you pop whenever I want, Rocks."
This is my first time ever writing something like this. It's all dirty and sexy, but you can't take your eyes off of it. It's like me when I see a plate of waffles sitting on the table. (Go vote on my polls. They have really new/weird couples on them.) Warm, steamy, especially with syrup. Because JEEZUS, that syrup...
You should review. Because no one likes non-sexy waffles. Yes, not even Tim from across the street. NOBODY.
Except for pancakes. They're just born hideous.
Ugly bastards.