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writerspirit · 1 day ago

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Dance With Me, My Melancholy Baby

Pairing(s): Avis Amberg x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Both you and Avis have a long day.

Themes/Warnings: 18+, implied smut, fluff, angst, sad/anxious reader and Avis

A/N: I thought I’d try writing comforting Avis and Y/n. The title is inspired by Ella Fitzgerald’s My Melancholy Baby. Thank you, @delusionalforolderwomen for reading first! Working on other wips for now. Enjoy!

WC: 1.84k

Taglist: @live-laugh-love-lupone @lalchimiedecupid

— — — —

Music sings through the radio. The melodic rhythm of the song gently wakes you from your slumber. Light beams in through the curtains, splaying its warmth upon your face.

A chuckle beside you prompts you to open your eyes. A reflection of the brightness from the light, Avis’ lively brown orbs take in your sleepy ones.

“You’re radiant in the morning, dear.”

Your eyes scan her features—her wild curls, her bare face. The sunlight spotlighting her features as though she is an art piece, and you are the historian, inspecting each of her features through your microscopic orbs.

“Only in the morning?” Your voice raspy with exhaustion hits Avis’ ears like fresh morning dew against a dry freshly-cut lawn.

She leans down, placing a few gentle kisses against your chest, still barren from the activities of the night prior. Her lips send shivers down your spine, tickling the sensitive skin.

“Good morning, Avis.” A stifled giggle leaves your lips.

Her lips, unrelenting, continue their adventure down your body. Giggles are exchanged between you. Every kiss sends tingles through your body.

Your hands bring themselves to her cheeks. Your thumbs feel over her skin, as if trying to memorize each and every pore across her flesh.

“Was last night not enough?”

“With you, dear, it’s never enough.” Her words spill sweetly from her lips. A complete contrast to the harsh dominance of her words last night.

Her lips come to a patch of swollen, bruised skin. A small groan is heard from you. “Did I go too hard last night?”

You giggle. “I’m not complaining. Although, Ellen might when I show up doubled-over in pain for my screen test later on.”

You feel Avis’ smile against your skin. She lightly nibbles at you. “What can I say, dear? I like others to see what’s mine.”

You giggle. “The makeup artist is going to have to cover my whole body with how wild you were last night.”

Avis pulls herself up next to you. Her elbow holds her up to see you. “Can you blame me? You looked ravishing in that dress. It’s a wonder you were in it for as long as you were.”

You pull her in for a kiss. One not of desperation, nor need. A right, morning kiss to start the day. Surrendering under your touch, Avis lets out a soft moan. Her tongue lightly swipes across your lips, asking for entrance.

You part your lips, immediately feeling her tongue’s exploration of your mouth. Her hands find themselves at either side of your head, steadying her from falling on top of you. Avis parts from you, earning a sigh.

“Are you hungry, darling?”

“You can say that.” Your cheeky grin shines through. Your hand makes a slow trail down Avis’ body. Your journey ends when your hand grazes her front, stopping before she can feel you where she wants you most.

“Darling, teasing won’t be wise for you,” she growls. Her lips hover over your ears. “It’d be a shame for me to have to punish you so early in the morning.”

You whine. “Avis…”

“What, darling? Too much already?”

“You and I both know that once we get started, that’s all we’ll do today. I really need to be ready for the screen test later.”

Avis scoffs. “You are prepared for it. You and Ellen have been going over the lines for days. I’ve even heard a little of it from her office. You’re golden.”

“Even so,” you place a peck on her lips. “Your confidence in my abilities doesn’t hold a candle to my belief in my own self-sabotage.”

Avis’ smile falls into a slight frown. “Why are you being so cynical about this? You’ve had screen tests before, and each time you’ve been a dream.”

“And how many of those screen tests led to the role I’ve aimed for?”

Avis quiets, succumbing to the heft of the reality of your circumstances. She shifts in discomfort.

“There have been whispers, Avis. Whispers of me. Who I am. What I am.”

Avis gasps. Lowly, yet loud enough that your heart breaks in defeat. Your shoulders slump, along with your face as the weight of your anxiety takes over.

Avis’ hands reach for you, pulling you into her lap. You don’t fight her, as you know if you did, you’d likely lose. Your head lay on her chest, while her hand strokes your hair. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to worry,” your voice breaks, along with the dam you’d held up for the past few weeks. “I really, really want this, Avis.”

There’s a quietness that fills the room, both you and Avis being shaken up. And in a moment, a sniffle is heard from the older woman. Another moment passes, and again, a sniffle is heard by her. The hand smoothing your hair comes up to her face, wiping away the tears that have escaped her.

“Why don’t you go get ready for the day? I’ll be sure to have breakfast here for you when you’re freshened and ready for the day.”

You nod, slipping from her grasp. You grab the bed sheet and wrap it around your body. “You won’t be here after I shower?”

“I should be heading out myself. I have a long day ahead.”

You nod, almost unnoticed by Avis.

“Will I see you later?”

“Maybe,” you utter, disappointment seeping through you.

Not unnoticed by Avis, her heart breaks for you. Frustration and worry fills her, as she hasn’t heard any of these whispers you speak of.

How could she not have? Avis Amberg has eyes and ears all over the studio, so how could she not have heard about this? More importantly, how could she not recognize the worry from you? The woman who knew your body like the back of her hand—your tells, every blemish, freckle, birthmark—why hadn’t she suspected anything?

“Well, go get together, doll.” Avis walks over to you, placing a small kiss on your lips before starting to gather her items.

— — — —

“Ellen, hello.” Avis sets herself next to the older woman. Both ladies look at you getting ready for your screen test. Straightening your dress, which you’ve done a few times already, you feel the clam of your hands. Worried that you may have spread your sweat through your dress, you curse under your breath.

Avis feels your anxiety radiating off of you, now mixing with her own. The energy goes noticed by Ellen, who reads over Avis’ unusual demeanor.

Ever the polite woman, Ellen sends her a kind smile. “Avis, dear, how are you?”

Avis smiles, unable to speak due to the sudden restriction of her throat catching.

“She’s ready for this. Right?” Avis’ eyes turn to Ellen, who immediately sees the water coating her friend’s eyes.

Ellen gives her a gentle nod. “She is.”

“She needs this.” Desperation seeps through her words. “I don’t know if she’ll survive this industry if she doesn’t get it.”

Ellen brings a gentle hand to Avis’ shoulder, giving a squeeze. “She’s an overcomer. I’m sure she’ll get the opportunity she deserves. I don’t think you’d be here if you didn’t feel the same.”

— — — —

Avis sits at her desk, reading through a script for a possible film. A knock takes her out of her focus. “Come in.”

You walk in, the morning’s gloom still prominent in the hesitance of your actions. “Am I disrupting work?”

Avis sighs. “I surely hope so,” she quips. “This script is nothing short of garbage. This day has exhausted my patience.” She rises from her chair, and moves to meet you at the door.

“Come in, dear. Don’t be shy.”

You close the door behind you. Arms wrap around your middle, pulling you flush against her. The warmth of her breath causes hairs on the back of your neck to rise. Her lips press softly against your skin.

“How was your day?”

You slowly turn in her arms, now facing her. Rather than an answer, you look down, lowering your head. Your arms run up and down her arms that hold you.

“No, I haven’t heard anything regarding your screen test,” her words are cutting, but you understand that Avis has trouble separating the boss and lover roles at times. “I know your mind is set on it right now.”

“I think I did good. They were smiling before I was excused.”

She gives you a smile. “Good, dollface. That’s good.”

You faux a grin that not even you would buy. Avis places a kiss to your temple, and unwraps her arms around you, making you sigh. She makes her way to her desk, pulling together the loose papers and stacking them.

“Have you eaten lunch?”

You shake your head, expecting a scoff from the woman. On the contrary, her face lights up with excitement. “Well then, why don’t we get a bite down at the café? You can tell me all about it.”

“Work,” you mumble.

“Can hold off for a while. I deserve a break too. What do you say?”

You nod, earning a smile from her.

— — — —

Avis stares in awestruck at you going on about your day with every detail you can spare. As if your words are a cliff, and her heart is holding on, she never wants to let go.

Suddenly, Avis’ face gets flushed with the realization—she never wants to let go.

Oh dear.

She clears her throat with a sip of her cocktail. “You’ve hardly touched your food, dear. It’s going to get cold with your rambling.”

— — — —

The day’s events suddenly wash away for the time being, awaiting your attention tomorrow. And again, a melody sings from the radio—a love song—as if just for you and Avis.

Avis lay on the couch, a cigarette between two fingers, and a martini glass in her other hand. She watches as you dance along to the music. Like prey to her eyes, she can’t help but gawk at the scene in front of her, playing for her and her alone.

“Dance with me?” Your hands reach for her. Her eyes taking in every inch of you, raking up and down your figure, she sits back weighing her options of either enjoying your performance from a far, or feeling you under her touch. “Please, Avis? Dance with me as if the world was watching.”

She stalks over to you, making sure to take her time in her efforts, hoping not to disregard a second of this. Getting closer, she reaches out for you, gently placing her hands on your waist.

“I lead, darling.” Her words are commanding, yet soft. An opposite of her usual dominant tone. The corner of her mouth quirked. “When we dance, I lead.”

You comply, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, placing your hand on her back. Your other hand finds hers, which she brings closely to her chest. She places a kiss to your lips before your bodies start to slowly sway with the music.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you, Avis.”

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