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“It’s Christmas. Ain’t you gonna make up with me before the big day?”

They just had one of their most volatile fights and Ava hadn’t even looked at her husband since. She was in their living room wrapped up in a lavender silk robe smoking a cigarette and pretending to read the newspaper. Christmas was her favorite holiday, and she didn’t want to spend it angry at the person she loved most in the world. However, her pride hadn’t let her do anything to fix this riff between her and Frank. “It depends, darling.” The pet name dripped of sarcasm as she took a drag from her cigarette. “What are you going to do to make it up to me?” The star had been wanting a puppy for months, but it seemed to juvenile to mention it now, especially when she hardly wanted to speak to him. She had just finished refurnishing their house after the both of them all but tore it apart, and the fatigue was obvious on her bare face. Ava, as a natural beauty, never needed makeup. The only downfall was that her expressions were easier to read without it.

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Ava tried to focus on drinking her cocktail as her husband berated her. She was going to kill Lana Turner. Hell, she was going to kill Howard Hughes first. That might not be possible, because it was almost a sure bet that her husband would be doing that first. The worst part of this was that it was hard to find a ground to argue against Frank, because he was essentially in the right. She hated when he had the upper hand so she said something she knew she would regret the minute it left her lips. “So what if I’m sleepin around? What do you fucking care! You’re fucking Lana Turner. You’re fucking half of Hollywood.” She wasn’t sure what was a lie and what was the truth, and that’s what hurt the most. Ava grabbed her martini glass and hurled it against the wall so it shattered. “I’m not fucking weak!” The beauty rushed towards the nearest lamp, tearing off the shade and running her hands across the fabric. She didn’t exactly know what she was looking for. “I can take care of this myself you heartless bastard.”

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“What the hell do you mean I can’t take care of myself?” Ava’s otherwise perfect nostrils flared as she began to spin off in a rage. She had a sneaking suspicion that the eccentric millionaire had been keeping closer tabs on her than she would ever be comfortable with, but today it was pretty much confirmed. The beauty had made the mistake of confiding in a friend in a moment of panic, and she chose wrong with Lana. She refused to accept the fact that Lana told her husband out of concern, and she was furious with the both of them. However, it was Frank who was in front of her yelling - and that’s who was going to be on the receiving end of her wrath. “Don’t fuckin’ talk to me like I’m a goddamn dog, you asshole! Don’t you think I had a good reason to keep this from you? Look at you!”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“Protect yourself?” His nose scrunched as his eyes that appeared to be a dark blue now in his anger stared at her in disbelief. “You ain’t been fuckin’ tellin’ me you think Howard fuckin’ Hughes is spyin’ on ya! You can’t protect yourself Ava!” He barked at her angrily. His wife keeping secrets from him made him itch and snarl. He knew that if she had managed to keep quiet about this, then what else was she being quiet about? “You’re not goddamn thinkin’!”

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“I love you.” Frank told her as fact as he looked at the woman he was absolutely captivated by and undoubtedly in love with beyond pure comprehension. Frank watched her, studying her features and could tell that something was on her mind. “Ava,” He said as he sat up, trying to find his shirt that was now creased and not presentable. But he’d wear it for the time being. While inside in the privacy of their home together. “Ya look like something is botherin’ ya. What’s the matter? Was the sex bad?” He asked the second question as a joke knowing that no doubt the sex would have been amazing. It always was. Frank looked at Ava with his piercing blue hues, admiring her as he watched her with pure content. “I ain’t need nobody else. Ain’t no other broad goin’ touch me as good as ya.”

Ava smiled up at her husband, still catching her breath as he confessed his love for her again that night. Reaching a hand up to his face, she wiped at a drop of sweat on is forehead. He sat up and she frowned a little, not yet ready to break the spell that their sex had created. Now that he broke away from her was the time the outside world and their doubts got between the two of them. Particularly the huge doubt that was at the forefront of her mind right now, the eccentric millionaire, Howard Hughes. He seemed to know things about her that he shouldn’t and she knew he wasn’t above doing some illegal surveillance. And after they had sex, she couldn’t help but wonder if he had heard the entire thing. “No other broad’s gonna touch you period, Francis.” She tried to change the subject, hoping he would be less in tune with her emotions than he usually was. The brunette beauty grabbed his suit jacket and wrapped it around her body. “That’s for making me cum baby, I’m gonna shower.” Ava started to get up, her legs still feeling a little shaky. 

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Ava Gardner and Walter Chiari during a party at the Atelier Fontana in Rome, 1957.

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Frank fucked his wife rhythmically, knowing that he needed her and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to control his own orgasm. If he came he knew it would either be in her, or with a slip of luck, possibly on her inner thigh. Frank could feel her tightening on him every time she orgasmed and it felt amazing to him. He kept pounding into her over and over again, for at least an hour until their intimacy was wearing dry. He knew he couldn’t keep up any longer with her orgasming, and had to kiss her firmly before he groaned, “Holy shit, Ava.” He said as he came, the white juices flowing from the tip of his cock as he came. He pulled out of her, his hair a mess and a thin line of sweat on his brow where he had used all of his efforts on pleasuring her and all of his energy. “You’re goin’ have to mop this fuckin’ kitchen.” He told her with a serious tone as if instructing her due to their intimate encounter until a large grin crawled across his face, showing that he was only teasing. “Fuck, y’always gotta make me cum like that?”

Ava came again once before he did, savoring every little noise he made, almost reaching another climax as he spoke to her. Cursing her name only turned her on and had her rolling into him. She loved when he came inside of her, even if it meant that they had to worry about it later. The feeling was worth it coming from her husband. “You ain’t gonna say you love me too?” She was so in the moment that her Carolina accent slid out. She looked up in at her husband and all his glory and she wondered how she could ever entertain the idea of another man. “If anyone’s mopping anything, it’s you.” She leaned up to kiss him again just as passionately. “I’m always gonna make you cum no matter what. Just me.” Her words came out as a threat, and they were. The thought of anyone else with her husband made her see red and it always would. For a split second her emerald eyes shot to a lamp. She had been suspicious of Howard Hughes spying on her, and it had slipped into her conscience, she wasn’t sure if her husband could tell.

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“We were great in bed. It was usually on the way to the bidet when the trouble began.”

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Frank grinned as he heard his wife’s words. But damn he did need her too. Frank kept licking and sucking on her clit, an attempt to make her have the first of many orgasms he intended for her to have. Frank didn’t care that they were not in bed together. All that mattered during this moment in time was that they had each other and had each other fast. Frank stopped his attentions to her pussy, “Ya can have me then.” Frank said as he was quick to unbutton his shirt, releasing himself from it before sliding his hard, endowed cock into his wife’s tight entrance. He knew he always had to be careful when entering her. Simply because he was so endowed that he didn’t want to hurt her. Frank slowly began to pound her, before finding a comfortable rhythm that increased. His lips met hers, moving down to allow his mouth to concentrate on her ample breasts. “Fuck, ya so goddamn nice ‘n wet.”

Frank was so close to edging her to her orgasm with his mouth that the second he slid into her she new she was done for. Ava came in that moment, when he said that he could have her, and she knew it was only the first of the night. Frank wasn’t being selfish tonight and she knew that she was going to come more than once. “Fuck,” she moaned when he slipped into her, reaching her climax. “I fucking love you.” She repeated for the second time that night as she wrapped her legs around her and guided him further inside of him as she came. She knew it would probably be hard for Frank to keep from coming as she orgasmed but she also knew that he had done it before. “No one can fuck me like you can baby.” She absolutely moaned the words; and they were true. Whatever went on between them, they both knew what they wanted when it came to this. “You feel so good.” 

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The things she was doing with her mouth was something else. She felt wonderful with her wet mouth enveloping over him, and when she took all of him in her mouth he couldn’t believe it. He gasped at the sensation of her deep throating him, gasping a, “Holy shi-“ but couldn’t end the curse without it being followed by a moan. His hand rested on the back of her head, encouraging her to continue her act of oral sex as he gently thrusted into her mouth a little but not too rough in fear she might choke. Frank knew he couldn’t take it for long and soon he pushed her away gently, stepping back and sliding out from her mouth before he exploded in there. “Fuck. I need to fuck you now.” He instructed as he fell onto his knees, pushing her to lay back on the ground. His hands grasped her wrists to pin them behind her head, but he got distracted by her wet pussy, and was soon found burrowing his head between her thighs as his mouth and tongue caressed and tasted her juices.

Ava appreciated how gentle he was being with her, but she appreciated the moans and he noised he was making even more. She could listen to his voice every day, so when it was praising how she pleasured him it was something else. The brunette kissed his stomach the second after he pulled out of her mouth. “I need you more.” Her voice was sultry and heavy with lust. She let out a little laugh at the way her husband pushed her back onto the floor. That laugh turned into a moan as he started licking her pussy. Her hands laced into his hair and she already felt herself twitching with satisfaction. “God you’re the fucking best. You know that?” She whimpered as she arched herself into Frank’s face. “I need you.” She repeated again. 

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When she suddenly put his length in her mouth, he knew he was in heaven. “Fuck.” He cursed at the mere surprise and the warm wetness of her mouth taking him in her mouth. He was well endowed no doubt so to see her small mouth sucking on him, made him even harder. His hand gently rested on her head, encouraging her to continue. Although, by now, they both knew Frank was obsessed with having his dick sucked and if she sucked too long, they wouldn’t have sex at all. He’d end up trying to convince her that this would both satisfying them. Even though that was untrue. Frank loved every ounce of Ava. Everything about her. He knew he wanted to be with her for his entire life and beyond. But whether that happened was another question entirely. One he didn’t want to think about right now. “Fuck, keep suckin’ baby. Just like that.” His voice automatically turned low and husky with his list, watching her as she was on her knees in front of him. He was pretty sure he married a goddess. Yet sometimes he thought she treated him like a God.

She moaned in response to his curses, making sure that he felt the vibrations against his cock. Ava had to warm herself up at first, because her husband was a special case. She even begin to couldn’t take him all at once immediately, if at all. Her hand worked the areas she didn’t cover with her mouth, and she hallowed out her cheeks around him as he encouraged her to keep going. She knew this was driving him wild, and it turned her on just to know how much she was pleasuring the love of her life. With her free hand, she bunched up her dress to slide her hand underneath it, pleasuring herself at the same time. If Ava didn’t think she was talented on the screen, she knew she was talented in the bedroom. The brunette looked up at her husband, green eyes full of desire, as she took him so that he reached the back of her throat. Pulling out to swirl her tongue around his head, she let out a breathless moan. 

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Frank smiled at her showing his pearly white teeth, and his eyes arguably were even brighter when he smiled showing happiness and a sense of purpose. Her words amused him, and as much as he was wanting her more than was imaginable, he seemed patient and light enough to take things easy. “I promise I won’t yell, none.” Frank told his wife with a boisterous grin, taking ahold of her wrist gently to direct her hand to touch his bird once he had unbuttoned his pants. “‘N if I do, it’s cause ya grabbin’ too hard.” He teased her, joking around. Frank liked to joke. The more the years passed he seemed to be searching for more pranks to do on his friends. Sometimes Ava. But not too much - not when he knew how easy something funny could turn into an argument with the two of them. They were always on each other’s backs. Sometimes a little too sensitive than they should be. “Unless ya don’t want too, Of course. But then I’m goin’ need a cold shower.”

“You fuckin’ better not.” She laughed, wanting to reach out and grab his cheeks as he grinned at her. How could this man be the biggest pain in her ass and the greatest happiness she’d ever known at the same time. “Yeah, it’s not like a cock like yours can’t take it.” Ava joked, but they both knew he was the biggest she’d ever and would ever be with. If she could live in this moment forever, with the both of them joking and away from each other’s throats, she would. It was moments like this that reminded her off their earlier years, and gave her hope that maybe they could return to that. Before she got to sappy, she looked into her husbands piercing eyes as she bit her lip. “I have a better idea to get you warmed up.” She muttered before sliding off the table, quickly taking his pants and underwear down with her. Ava kissed his head before starting to take his length in her mouth. 

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His attempts to be soft with the woman seemed to work. Frank seemed to have this affect with most women but he could only care about Ava. Trying to make her soft was like trying to tame a lioness. Almost impossible. But when he saw her turn soft and shy, his heart melted. He was so warm. He loved her entirely. His career was all over the place currently and he was doing things he didn’t want to be doing. Heck, he’d made an awful song with some floozy about dogs barking and he’d cried the whole night afterwards in embarrassment. Even more so when it was released. But he was still determined. He was still getting back on track even if some didn’t believe he would. He wouldn’t be forgotten. He was ambitious and had a fire in him that wouldn’t die down. He wanted to make Ava proud of him. “I do…as long as ya wanna fuck ya talentless husband?” Frank teased her a little with a half seriousness in his words. He leaned and kissed her softly this time, gentler. His warm hands running against her arms and making their way to pull her dress away from her figure. “Let’s not talk shit tonight.” Frank muttered as he seemed to kiss her neck, soft and nibbling at the skin. She was his wife and god damn he loved her. He couldn’t love anyone as much. He knew it.

Although her husband had her melting in his arms, there was still a fire within her when she heard his words. Ava would defend her husband’s talent to the ends of the earth, even and especially against himself. Her hands fumbled with his tie and she let out a sultry mewl when he started nibbling at her neck. “No shit talking.” The brunette echoed earnestly, nodding her head to that the dark curls that framed her face bounced. “I’m just gonna say one thing. . .” She always had to. “You have more talent in your left fuckin’ thumb baby, then all of these goddamn shmucks have put together times two. End of.” Her words were firm, and although she let him win about some things, this wasn’t one of them. Her husband had a voice unlike anything she ever heard before, and she could listen to his records until the day she died. She ducked down so that she could catch his lips again, deepening the kiss with passion she was ready for again. Placing her forehead against his, she finally released his tie. “I don’t wanna get yelled at for putting my hands on your bird again.” She teased her husband before pecking his nose. 

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Frank was surprised his wife would even admit she was wrong. Usually they would battle it out for hours until one of them decided to leave or they were too exhausted to yell any longer. Frank watched her and tried to study her face, trying to examine what the best approach was. But she had frustrated him. It almost felt as if she thought he never stuck up or defended her but then again…his knuckles were often bruised because he’d defend her a little too much with a swing to someone’s jaw. “I always fuckin’ protect you Ava. He jus’ talks, that don’t mean I listen.” Frank tells her as a fact. “You think I’m that easily led that I’m gonna fuckin’ agree with him? I love you.” He told her, looking at her as if he didn’t know how to express himself other than saying those words. He was a great singer of love songs and such that were expressive and emotional, but when he tried to express himself to Ava, who could be insecure and spiteful, he struggled. Frank softly lifted his hand to touch his fingers along her jaw to direct her eyes to look at him. “Look at me, Ava.” He instructed. “I love you.”

“How the fuck should I know that, Frank? Everyone always takes your side.” She was right, even when his career was floundering and hers soared, he was respected by the men in hollywood and he would always have far more talent than she’d ever think of admitting she had herself. Frank had this special quality about him, and all she had was intoxicating beauty - something she resented half of the time.”What the fuck do they think they’re doing in relationship anyways?” Her words might have been harsh, but the delivery was weak, almost defeated. She was still embarrassed that her husband called her out on her manipulative bullshit, and she hated when people and jealousy turned her into something she wasn’t. And Frank was being so soft with her, for a second she thought that she didn’t deserve this. “I love you more.” She mumbled, taking her hand and kissing his palm. She gave him a shy ( which was unusual for her ) smirk. “You still wanna fuck your no good evil wife?”

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“We went to my apartment just for a drink. But we met again the next day. And again. And she returned to Paris a week later and then….for seven months, eight months, all over the world I went with her. My fantastic time with Ava, the most divine person I have ever met.” He had known every sort of person in the course of his colorful life, and he had never known anyone like Ava Gardner. Everything about her would prove to be formidable, exceptional, extreme: her beauty, her generosity, her passion, her anger, her fears. “Such highs and such lows, this was Ava. Nothing between. Like a queen one moment, a scared child the next. At times so romantic, so sweet, like a girl of 17 years old. For my birthday a check on which she has written words: ‘for you…in the amount of million kisses.’ Such lovely thoughts she had. Late at night, coming home to find these small notes she has written and left in a trail — it was like the story of the boy who leaves the stones that lead him home — notes of love across the floor leading to where she is waiting…She was very romantic, a strange, romantic creature. The things she did were not those of an ordinary person. For instance, she was still very close to Frank Sinatra. She still had the greatest praise for him, and she would do something I found to be extraordinary. She would put one of his records on and have a private talk with him, as he was singing. She would have a talk with the record itself. It was something almost mystical. It was really something to see.” - Claude Terrail, the owner of La Tour d’Argent, the fabled 400-year-old  restaurant in Paris

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Frank was full of lust…but he wasn’t stupid. He knew he wanted to fuck his wife but he was not going to destroy a relationship by telling the man what he already knew. “Ava quit it!” He finally snapped at her, and seemed less interested in fucking his wife now by her manipulative and obvious techniques. “I ain’t fuckin’ callin’ Bogey to tell him what he already goddamn knows! He knows you’re my fuckin’ wife, why else do ya think I wear a ring for?” Frank snapped and his brow furrowed, defensive and trying to retain his own dignity. What sort of man would he be if he let Ava step over him all the time? Fuck he loved that woman but he wasn’t weak. He didn’t want to be weak at least to her or anyone else. “Get ya goddamn hand off m’bird.” Frank demanded, suddenly very riled up and quickly too.

Ava let out a deep breath. She pushed him too far and she knew it. She’d let her desire and her rage and her insecurities mix together; all too make a terrible mess of things. For the first time in a long time she actually felt embarrassed. Frank wasn’t right for snapping at her for leaving the table unannounced, but he was right now. She removed her hand like something hot had burned her, and she was quick to pull the dress up over her breasts. For fucksake, she was still wet. “You’re right.” The actress barely ever muttered those two words to her husband, and she couldn’t look at him when she did. She looked up to the ceiling, just incase a hot, frustrated tear tried to slip out.·“I just. . . I wouldn’t fucking let anyone about you like that, you fucking know it. I’ll always protect you.” Without looking at Frank, she slammed down the reciever.

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Frank didn’t know what to do. Lust was overwhelming him but Bogey was his pal. Bogey was sense and keeping a guiding eye on Frank. Ava was his wife but damn she was spiteful sometimes. And although Bogey shouldn’t have supposedly given such advice…Frank wasn’t willing to tell his best friend to essentially fuck off. “No.” Frank managed to say, knowledgeable that he had probably condemned himself to a night without sex with her. “I ain’t fuckin’ doin’ that.” Frank told her, as a matter of fact way. He seemed to hope that she would let it go and be too indulged in intimacy as his hand went forward, already trying to unzip her dress so he could expose more of her for himself. “He was jus’ sayin’ what he thought.”

As amiable and breathtaking as she could be, Ava had a nasty stubborn streak. And right now, she wanted her way. Bad. She hated when Bogey, with his perfect marriage, suck his nose into their business. The brunette pouted at his refusal, but the gears were still turning in her her head. Hand still stroking his length, she moved closer. “I want to hear you tell him that I’m your fucking wife.” Ava shifted so that he had easier access to her zipper, putting the phone down for a second to help him unzip the dress. Once her chest was bare, she got that little proud gleam in her eyes, and slid up to sit on the table. “Call him, baby.” She mused, picking up the receiver again and dangling it in front of him. Her hand snaked back down her husbands pants.