Disclaimer: I do not own Shake It Up, for I only own a colorful play-pit, full of sky-blue, pink, and yellow blue balls. I sanitize them everyday. I only let me and my unicorn play in it.
But... She's one of those unicorns. Slut. Unislut.
Rocky glanced a worried look at CeCe for the fifth time; The redhead's usual acquired snark and spark had disappeared under a foggy excuse for happiness, the twinkle in the brown eyes drowned out, and the glowing smile that took up most of Rocky's day had vanished, reverting to a stone-cold expression.
"Miss Jones, would you like to go to the nurse?"
The class turned their heads to the redhead, who made no response to her favorite teacher. Mr. Pierce, possibly the best man to ever live, was the only teacher that CeCe made some kind of connection with. He averted his gaze to Rocky, and murmured,"Rocky, do you wanna take her?"
Rocky hurriedly nodded and put her feet to work, softly rounding her arm around CeCe's waist and pulling her up. Her limbs were limp and her body burned in agony, and the science class curiously watched the brunette take CeCe out the room. In between frantic steps and trying to keep CeCe up with her, Rocky stopped, halfway to the nurse's office. Her breath was unknowingly held as she dragged her fingers under the redhead's chin. "CeCe, what's wrong?" CeCe continued her frightening silence, Rocky's heart clenching. She ran the tips of her fingers through the damp bangs before laying her hand on CeCe's forehead.
"CeCe, baby, you're burning up..."
The pale, weak body of CeCe leaned on the lockers behind her for support, Rocky giving up the option of CeCe having to use what energy she had left to sustain from dropping to the ground. Hesitant and gentle, one arm went under CeCe's knees, and the other under her back. She lifted her feather-light girlfriend off the ground and kissed the tip of her nose. "You'll be okay."
She passed by wondering eyes, but got no questions as she walked into the nurse's bright office. She heard CeCe wince and close her bloodshot eyes, laying CeCe on the nurse's bed. It wasn't even a few moments until she heard Nurse Kelly speak.
"She's got mono."
Rocky felt her eyes widen and she looked to CeCe, who was curled up into a ball on the plastic, uncomfortable bed. "What- How?"
"I don't know how you kids spread your nasty germs nowadays, but what I do know is that this little one has gotta go home. CeCe visits me enough to get outta class, so I already called her mom, so you can just sit tight and spend what time left you have with her." Those words echoed inside of Rocky's head, hitting the wrong nerves and bringing the slightest of tears to her eyes. It stung so much to see the other half of her heart, twisted in pain and shallow in breath. It was like the last breath would be the last one she gave, but then there was another that tricked and surprised her again and again.
"Rocky..." That sound almost didn't make it to Rocky's ear, and she slowly turned her fearful face to CeCe. "Yeah?"
The hot palm of CeCe's hand barely touched Rocky's, and Rocky stared down at the hand holding her own.
That was all CeCe really needed to say.
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Just reminiscing the image of the redhead was slowly and torturously breaking her down inside. She could admit to being a bit melodramatic, but nevertheless, it gnawed on her spine and closed up her throat. When she had CeCe in her arms earlier, it felt as if she even tightened her hold by an inch, the girl would shatter to pieces on the ground. The minute Rocky stepped out of the school doors, all thoughts were set on bringing CeCe back to health, rational or not.
"Mom, I'm goin' to CeCe's! Kay BYE!"
"Hold it Rocky." Rocky had almost made it out of the fire escape when her mother caught her. She motioned her daughter to come back and she looked up from her magazine. "Rocky, you do realize that CeCe is sick, right? With mononucleosis, right? Ms. Jones felt so bad that she had to stay at the station and I had to pick CeCe up. And the girl nearly threw up in my car! My car. Unless you're wearing a surgical mask and some gloves, you are not going to CeCe's house."
Ms. Blue didn't even feel a second go by when Rocky was back with an actual surgical mask (Her dad kept some in his dresser, she didn't know why), and two latex gloves covering her hands. The mother shook her head.
"Ugh, go. You are just like your father, too hard-headed." Rocky sprinted out of the fire escape, reaching speeds she didn't know she was capable of. She met CeCe's window and ducked her head, slowly making her way into the Jones' residence. "Anybody home?"
"Hi Rocky." She turned to the young voice, seeing Flynn... Wearing a gas mask. "I'm guessing you're here to take care of my disgusting excuse for older sister?"
"Yep."
"Well, be careful. She's barfed a thousand times already, and now I don't know if that bowl of soup is really soup." Rocky grimaced and took a glance at the bowl on the counter. Swallowing thickly, she retracted from the urge to puke herself and slowly started her way to CeCe's room. Each step became softer, and she peeked inside the room, only catching sight of a bundle of red curls and two stilled hands. "CeCe?"
The multi-colored blanket was weakly pushed down. Frail fingers managed a little motion, waving in response. Rocky made her silent way next to CeCe, settling on the bed. She pulled off the confining gloves, then tugged off the mask; It was already warm enough in the room, the extras didn't help. Her fingers traced over the outline of CeCe's cheek, then drifted upwards, hot skin underneath her fingers. Her fingertips met the dishelved bangs, softly stroking the damp tendrils between her thumb and forefinger. "Are you feeling any better?"
Rocky could see CeCe's muscles working, and her face managed to curl into a tiny, teeny smile. "No." Her voice had raised two octaves higher than it should; It was nearly gone, yet it was still soft and trembled.
The brunette lowered her body, snuggling herself against CeCe. Her fashionable but currently uncomfortable shoes were pushed off with the tips of her toes; She let the cool air surround her feet, and she was now comfortable.
"My throat hurts." Rocky brought her head downwards and pressed her lips to the warm skin of CeCe's throat. She heard CeCe hum in appreciation and continued her soft gestures on CeCe's neck. She felt that she was being guided upwards, and Rocky nearly closed in with CeCe's lips, before quickly pulling back and hearing her sick girlfriend hoarsely whine. "Kissss meeeee."
"CeCe, you have mono, that's the absolute last thing I wanna get. And if I continue... Soothing your throat, I might accidently make you rupture your spleen. That feels ten times as worse."
As the redhead's energy was drained and dry, she wasn't in the mood to argue, so she slouched further into her covers and closed her eyes. Rocky really didn't want to kiss her, but she just couldn't let CeCe lay there and suffer all day, even if it did seem like the safer choice. So very carefully, her lips dotted a slope down CeCe's neck, the vibrations of the girl's soft whimpers of approval ticking against her mouth.
And that's when Rocky's mind sparked a brilliant idea.
As she'd studied before out of curiosity, mononucleosis could only be spread by contact with other people's saliva, so she could make her girl "feel better" and not get sick. She'd be new to this concept of CeCe's pleasures, but at this time, this was the only thing she could think of, her lips being on CeCe's neck, soft and slow.
Well, she did think of medicine, possibly some fever-reducer for a few seconds, but then CeCe hummed and then she forgot everything else that mattered.
Rocky would probably do this forever if she attempted to; CeCe made her so mellow, yet so tangible. Whenever she was with CeCe, the atmosphere would begin to blaze. Through the fingers and kisses, she'd loose a little sanity; and they'd take the universe and heat it up.
She let her hands grasp the covers, and they were pulled down to CeCe's cotton-clad waist. Goosebumps rose quickly on CeCe's hot skin as the air hit her, and she shivered. The loose white t-shirt hung off of CeCe's lithe body, so Rocky pushed it up, and observed the abdomen of the redhead; A smooth, slick stomach, that Rocky's lips were willing to observe even further. She shuffled her body down, pressing her lips to the girl's hot skin. She heard a shaky exhale above her, then a barely audible whimper. "Keep going."
"I never intend to stop," was Rocky's sly response. She let her kisses ghost over CeCe's feverish abdomen, before sliding CeCe's shirt up further. Her breaths were mellow, full of patience, while CeCe's were shallow and quickly catched. Before she could blink twice, CeCe's bra was unclasped and her index finger was drawing it forward and flicking it off to the side. Her shirt soon followed.
Rocky let her eyes shyly wander upwards, and caught her breath. They looked so... Touchable. Although, the things that caught her attention the most were were the rigid, pink buds that lay on top of flushed skin. She needed to touch them; No, she needed more than that. She needed to taste them.
With hesitance, she drew her gaze up at CeCe. Her dark eyes glittered with passion, and all seemed to pause until CeCe's head drifted back as Rocky's tongue caressed around the tense nub. A strained moan reached Rocky's ears, and she closed her lips around CeCe's febrile skin. Every kiss to the tip of it made the girl beneath her arch her back and whisper little things to Rocky.
As she was about to switch sides, not wanting the other half of CeCe to feel left out, she heard CeCe murmur. "Please, Rocky, kiss me." The brunette half-complied to CeCe's soft chant. She left the wet skin that she had gotten so used to in little time, and let her lips lounge on CeCe's neck. She could almost feel CeCe's ache burning through her lips, longing to be cooled off. But as much as the rest of her body was willing to, her brain managed to keep her in check.
It made Rocky slightly and internally cringe at the noises her lips were making; Slippery and slick and wet sounds, but they seemed to have an affect on CeCe, the redhead arching her back and all. She was so focused on the soft whimpers and pants that she began to realize that her jeans were getting looser and looser. She soon found her skinnies were down to her calves, and CeCe pushed the remainder of them off Rocky's waist with the heels of her feet, and Rocky pulled her body upwards and buried her nose in the curve of CeCe's neck.
All the tension in Rocky's lowers was beginning to show itself. She licked her lips, before sending her hips into CeCe's with an uneasy yet slow force.
"Oh my..." CeCe's hips went jolting back into Rocky's, feeling herself press against the place that was burning to be touched the most. Feeling the torturous thrust against Rocky seemed to only worsen the thick sweat that had broken out on her long ago, the warmth of Rocky's heat grounding into her own; She can barely feel her legs anymore.
Rocky was surprised at how easy her breaths were, whereas CeCe's were so broken and hard. Her fingers tugged at the waistband of CeCe's shorts, joining the rest of the items that matted no more to them on the ground. The blankets were making things a bit too hot, so she kicked the remainder of them off, all while her mouth descended down on CeCe's collarbone.
The flimsy material that CeCe wore was finally off, pushed away and forgotten. It had Rocky breathless as she felt CeCe's skin rub slickly against her own, the thin fabric of her cotton undies beginning to feel as if it needed to join everything else on the ground. Rocky slowed her frantic pushes to just the curving of her spine, letting her pelvis do the rest of the work. Her hair fell over her eyes as she let CeCe meet her hot skin halfway, and she let out a soft noise.
CeCe's trembled moan broke what silence had been made in the room, and she grasped Rocky's shoulders. Her mouth opened and she gasped, but no words came out. Instead, there was a light weight on her shoulders, easing Rocky lower, past CeCe's stomach, past her hips, and between her wobbly knees. Rocky let a hot breath pass her lips, gazing over view. She momentarily glanced up CeCe's face; It was glazed with the slightest bit of tire, yet her breaths still remained rapid and caught. CeCe let her nimble fingers slide through Rocky's hair, gently ushering the crimson-faced girl to go further.
She raked across CeCe's skin before pulling the undies off, and for a moment, was shy to look down. Many, many times, her fingers had explored the depths of CeCe where nothing else went- But to face her; to anticipate the taste of CeCe against the pad of her tongue, it made her blush and fumble for what to do next. But it also had her nerves sparking and shorting out, drawing all attention to a constant, irritating ache between her legs.
She let her eyes trail up the vanilla-toned thighs before she closed her eyes and leaned forward, her lips making that first delicate, lingering kiss to CeCe.
The brunette dancer had expected a moan, or nails grazing into her scalp; no warning had been given as CeCe twitched and grinded into the kiss, letting out a sob-like moan. She let her lips fall forward again, but with another intention in mind, and swirled her tongue around CeCee.
"Oh, Rocky, fuck-" She could feel the little bubbles of embarrassment start to evaporate and soon, her tongue was sliding along CeCe like it was her natural born talent. The clamorous, strained voice of CeCe filled the humid air above Rocky's head as the girl desperately jutted and tried to ease the pang between her legs.
She dived her tongue slowly into CeCe, the redhead crying out. It felt so odd, Rocky noted. It was hot and soft and it pulsed around her tongue, and it made her squirm. Although her eyes were closed, her mind was vigorously working, animating CeCe's pants and groans and the writhing of her body; All those things cricked and dragged at Rocky's fragile, vigilant nerves.
Rocky's lips placed gentle kisses on the redhead; she could see that CeCe favored them the most.
The rhythmatic hips of the dancer followed as Rocky played her melody; Her tongue slid upwards over her and CeCe's back lurched upwards, gasping with her eyes squeezed tight and her bangs clutched to her forehead. Rocky's ears caught onto nothing but little bits of idioms, and when she circled around the tense muscles of the redhead, everything else after that faltered into mumbles and words of the unknown.
A hiss was heard above Rocky's head as the redhead met the strokes of her tongue, but failed to keep up and soon. fell away, simply letting her hips sway along with the cadence that Rocky kept. The brunette noted that CeCe tasted sweet and tangy, and that only pushed her further into CeCe, feeling the warm skin pressed against her cheeks begin to quiver. She kept up the gentle prodding of her tongue, savoring yet reminiscing the flavor that settled on her attentive taste buds. Before Rocky could let her fingertips sneak downwards to upstage her tongue, CeCe was lugging her upwards.
Her heartbeat sped up as she thought the redhead was going in for her lips, but instead, she felt the girl embrace her, letting Rocky's cheek mend to hers as she felt the violent pulses and trembles pop and trail throughout her. Rocky could faintly hear the little croaked whimpers that CeCe uttered. She closed her eyes and let the arms looped around her remain like that, until the fast pounds she felt against CeCe's neck slow to soft, fragile beats again.
And then, just like that, they lay. Rocky wondered if CeCe had dozed off, she was so silent. But then CeCe lifted her hand up and let it mingle on Rocky's cheek. And Rocky, still indulged in the moment, her mind hazy and tinted with various colors and her mouth still very tangy, didn't know that CeCe had turned her neck and little kiss on the corner of her mouth. Rocky murmured,"Love you, CeCe."
Her vision was getting hard to focus, and the only response her heard from the girl beneath her was a snore.
When Rocky awoke the next morning, she didn't expect to be covered in sweat. She thought it was CeCe's fever again (CeCe was butt-naked and pressed snuggly against her), but she sat up, and a dull ache began in her head and a sick feeling in her stomach lurched.
A groan erupted from her mouth and she fell back into the pillows, which made the silent redhead next to her stir from her slumber. And as CeCe expected to be feeling better from the night before, she was wrong. She was still very, very sick.
"CeCe..." Rocky winced. Her voice was scratchy and high-pitched.
"Rocky," CeCe forced out. CeCe's body was still drained, possibly even more fatigue and paler than yesterday. The brunette next to her was lying there with a growing queasiness in her stomach, then shook her head and rasped,"I just don't understand. Mono can be spread only if you make contact with bodily flui- Oh."
The fever was beginning to appear; the sweat on her was making her a little more nauseated than she already was, and her throat felt as if she'd offered her neck to a deranged blacksmith. She let out a little whimper of discomfort, and was about to curl up into a ball of despair and pain, but then she felt the presence of CeCe's hands on her, and for a little moment, the torture seemed to recede.
Rocky could feel CeCe idle against the sheets until Rocky's slippy back was pressed to CeCe's equally sweaty front. Her frangible arms slid under Rocky's, legs trapped between the brunette's legs. She could feel the brisk heartbeat pulsing through Rocky's hot skin, and she mumbled against it,"We'll be okay." Rocky blindly felt for CeCe's hands, and grasped them, holding them to her tummy. She cracked a tiny smile and sighed. "I love you so much, CeCe."
"You I love so much too, Rocks." Rocky was about to question CeCe's wording, but a violent jerk in her abdomen broke her thought process. "I wish I has some soup, don't you Rocks?"
And then Rocky leaned over and hurled on CeCe's floor.
You literally don't know how many times I logged in, clicked on this, and then stared at it for a good hour, and then exited the page out. You just don't know.
I warned y'all dang kids 'bout kissin' on 'chother! Now lookat 'che?... Lookat 'che yurself. Yur dirty.
How about more SEX(y reviews from you.) I slave away at hot keyboard all day and night, to provide with some sex over your head, those fancy sex you wear all the time, even that fancy sex-cycle I bought you.
I deserve better. I deserve more.
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(You better, unless you don't want that new Sex-Box 360.)