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works/903708.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Shake_It_Up!
  Relationship:
      Cece_Jones/Rocky_Blue
  Character:
      Cece_Jones, Rocky_Blue
  Additional Tags:
      Femslash, Oral_Sex, Underage_Sex, Sexual_Content, Coitus_Interruptus,
      Female_Homosexuality, West_Side_Story, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-29 Words: 1319
****** Tony-Maria Complex ******
by rockybluewigs_(lesbianbey)
Summary
     Sometimes it's weird how we're friends, but sometimes it's weird how
     we're lovers. She's the Tony to my Maria when it's time, yet she's
     just Rocky when she's my friend.
Notes
     The fact that AO3 has five fics of SIU on their website, and none of
     them are Cece/Rocky baffles me. Just baffles me. I cringe with
     surprise and disgust. So I'm gonna change that. This was originally
     on my fanfiction.net account, but with the fear of getting it
     deleted, I'm reposting it here so yeah, enjoy.
Sometimes it's weird how we're friends. We know each other, we wear the same
clothes sometimes, we share the same interests and passions, and we share the
same hatred for certain people.
However, sometimes, it's weird how we're lovers. She knows where to touch me,
where to kiss me, where to pleasure me. It's like, she has a map of every
pleasure point of my body, that no one else can master, because she does it so
good.
Sometimes we can't choose between what we can do. I want to be her friend, but
she's the freak in the sheets, and I love that too. Ugh, it's hard, because
we've been friends for almost a decade, but being together under the sheets, it
only started last week.
So my best friend Rocky was helping me - or attempting to help me - with
homework, but when she was leaving my room, I pull her back, and accidentally -
it was, mind you - kissed her. Instead of scolding me, or even walking away,
she kisses me back, and pushes me against my bed. One thing leads to another,
and then I get a knock on my door after, because my brother was suspicious
about the screaming in the other room. Let's just say, I covered it with a big
fat lie - a scary movie.
I sigh deeply as the day is finally over, and Rocky and I are taking the train
to the Shake it Up Chicago studio. Today, (happily,) we're doing a West Side
Story dance number - which was totally my idea by the way - and I have to get
there as early to get everything done. It wasn't easy learning the steps, but I
eventually learned it quickly. I'm part of the Jets group, while Rocky is part
of the Sharks group, and we have to do a little dance battle during the whole
thing, because the producer thought it would be a great idea for us to be the
main characters. I'm excited, but I still wonder how that's going to work
because the main characters are a boy and a girl. Sometimes I feel like
Tony, hopelessly into Maria, who's my best friend standing in front of me when
we get into place for the dance number.
When the spotlight is on us, we do a cool spotlight dance, but it has to relate
with what we're doing. I don't know how I'm going to do that, especially when I
can barely stand in front of Rocky without jumping her. She winks at me before
the spotlight is dropped over to us, and we start.
—
As we end, we're literally inches away from each other, and the spotlight dims,
signaling the end of our dance. Even when Ty comes back, we don't separate,
until the buzzer elicits the whole room, making me jump almost five feet in the
air. I roll my eyes and get off the stage, hoping to get half of this stuff
off. The clothes I'm wearing kind of itches in the wrong areas.
"Hey Tony," I hear Rocky's voice behind me, so soft, so husky, it's impossible
to see that we're more than friends at times. She also calls me by my character
name, so I play along.
"What goes on, Maria?" I flirt back.
Giving me a sparkling smile, Rocky twirls effectively in her fifties-inspired
dress, almost like how Maria dances in her 'I Feel Pretty' dance number. "I
don't know...I feel pretty all of a sudden."
"How ironic," I laugh, while removing the hair accessories added into my hair.
"Now would you excuse me, I'm about to remove these itchy clothes—"
She stops me, and pulls me closer to her chest, with her lips near my ear.
"Need some help with that?" she whispers huskily; normally she doesn't do this,
but now it's really...a change. "Come on, Tony. I can show you the world."
"I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to say that," I say quickly. "But, I think I need
help removing these really, really tight jeans." Rocky keeps her grip on me and
she leads the way, swaying her hips while she walks in the dress that's about
to come off in a few minutes. We enter the empty dressing room, and as soon as
I close the door, she pushes me against the closed door, and kisses me roughly.
I moan in the back of my throat, and throw my arms around her back, where I
start unzipping her dress. She takes off the tie around my neck, and starts
unbuckling my tight jeans, and I'm almost released from the prison that is
horrible, tight biker jeans.
I pull away and take her towards the vanity, but I lock the dressing room first
to make sure no one walks in. She lets the dress slip off her body all the way
to the floor, and sits on the vanity, with her legs open. "Eager, miss Maria?"
I ask, with a victorious smirk.
"Yes, mister Tony, take me to a place I've never been before," Rocky flips her
hair flirtatiously and bats her eyes. I refrain from laughing and, taking my
tight jeans off, I sway over to her, and kiss her softly on her lips, then to
her jaw, then to her chin, and then her neck, where I find her weak spot.
Rocky giggles softly, almost true to her false character. I grin against
Rocky's skin, and keep kissing her neck while successfully unclasping her demi
bra with one hand. The undergarment slips off with ease, after she shrugs it
off. I step back and grin, confidently palming her breasts. Rocky makes a
pleasurable sigh; I lean in and kiss them one by one, feeling her baby-soft
skin against my lips. Getting spontaneous, I start licking her skin, around the
breast all the way to the nipple, where I bite softly. I hear a harsh hiss
elicit through the room, and a very deep moan.
I pinch her other nipple, which makes her moan louder, and I feel her chest
rising and falling. I move to her chest, where I start kissing, and pulling her
blocking underwear all at the same time. Once the underwear moves to her
ankles, I leave a trail of kisses from her chest, down to her navel. She mewls
with each and every kiss. She grips the end of the vanity, as she braces
herself for what's to come. "I'm ready, mister Tony," she says with a soft
Hispanic accent.
I giggle, and squat down to her center staring back at me; I place my hand on
her breasts again as I immediately start licking her sensitive spot. I hear a
sharp moan around the dressing room, as well as a soft echo following it. I use
my other hand to caress her thigh, to keep her balanced on the vanity, because
the last time she did that, she came and fell on me. I laugh again, which sends
vibrations pleasurable to her. Rocky moans again, just as loud as the first
one, and the next one, and the next.
I drop my other hand and lubricate my two fingers, and insert them in her. She
whimpers from the intrusion, but it's replaced with a scream when I curve my
fingers and find her weak spot. There it is, I think, and move my fingers
softly. "Oh god," she moans loudly, almost as loud as the studio can hear if
they were still here, and if the door was open.
"Rocky?"
Shit, I think, the minute I hear her name being called by a recognizable voice.
"Cece?" I freeze in place. I lick my lips and look over to my left, to see the
shocked face of her brother staring at the both of us. I thought we locked the
dressing room door...
"Uh...we got some explaining to do, don't we, Maria?"
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