Stacey would be the last person to admit it, but she had been, like, majorly struggling since Cheerios on Ice. Sure, the performance had gone off without a noticeable hitch, and once again, the Cheerios looked like freakin’ snow angels. But after double doses of adderall, and extended workouts - the extensive time struggling her way through ankle breaking routines on the ice - all to impress Coach Tanaka? Well, Stacey only found herself completely exhausted by the end of it. Skipping school so wasn’t a big deal; her Daddies’ hadn’t even hesitated when she told them she was going to sleep through the morning that day. Homework, on the other hand, was something that had to be dealt with.
She had almost considered asking Sterling to collect it - the girl would have done it in a heartbeat - but Stacey had never been one to pass up an opportunity. And an opportunity to get Rocky up to her bedroom? Like, come on. She was tired, but she wasn’t that tired.
It was late enough that the street lights had flickered on, their light casting their glare into the windows of the Porter home, and like clockwork Stacey found herself padding down the stairs to the sound of knocking. She almost wondered if she should have done a little more dressing to impress as she shivered all the way in her old sleep shorts and a too-big tee shirt; black rimmed glasses balanced on her nose. It was nearly unrecognizable compared to her usual state of being, but Stacey figured it was too late now to change. Whatever. She would have dared Rocky not to find her just as hot as she was in her Cheerios uniform.
“Well, well, well! I was almost expecting to be grossed out, but I think you’re actually hotter when you’re all sweaty and tired. Congrats, Remington, you’ve officially surprised me once again.” Stacey’s eyes dragged over his frame; her lips quirked up in a smirk; hip and bare thigh going to lean against the doorframe as she made his space her own. She couldn’t help herself but play games - but she never really could. So, she just reached out, tugging against the shirt fabric that hung at his waist with a dainty little touch. Not daring to reach for the homework clutched in his hand just yet - not before she was sure he wasn’t going to just hand it to her and leave.
“I have a bathtub upstairs, you know? Come use it.” Stacey winked, turning on her heel with a flick of her hips - just daring Rocky to follow into the empty house. “I mean…” Stacey looked over her shoulder, a single eyebrow quirked in his direction. Fuckin’ lightening in a bottle if it ever existed. “Unless you had better plans tonight.”
