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Oh Please Won't You Dance With Me?

Summary:

Callie meets up with Frye during her break to spend some time with her.

Notes:

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 Callie unceremoniously pushed through the backdoor of Deep Cut's studio, balancing a tray of coffees in her arms. 

 

Years of avoiding backstage bustle aided her greatly, as she effortlessly weaved her way through the inkfish and jellies working hard to prepare the next Splatcast. 

 

 With a kick, Callie barged into Marie’s office. Marie hummed in acknowledgement, but didn’t look up from her computer.  

 

“Coffee is here !” She announced proudly, presenting the tray like a scared offering. Now that got Marie’s attention, as she closed her laptop halfway.

 

“Thanks.”  Marie muttered, reaching over her desk to take her hot coffee. She turned the paper cup around in her hand. “Is it-”

 

Yes Mar. Black with one cream. I know your coffee order, geez.” Callie groaned, shooting her cousin an accusatory look. "You really think I don't know your coffee order?" 

 

Marie shrugged. "I'm worried all the sugar in your coffee might rot your brain." She grinned, taking a sip of her coffee and setting it down on her desk.

 

Callie stuck her tongue out indignantly. 

 

"Oh whatever. Life's too short to not drink my coffee how I want." Callie turned on her heel away from her cousin before pausing at the door. "But speaking of sweet coffee, where's Frye?" 

 

"Deep Cut is on break right now. They're all scattered, but Frye is probably in the dance studio." Marie answered, turning her attention back to her laptop. 

 

Callie's heart jumped in excitement and she skipped out of her cousin's office.  

 

Deep Cut's practice room was down the hall, close to their dressing rooms and recording studios. 

 

It was a smart choice, Callie had to admit. It must be nice to have everything you need for your job in the same large building, as opposed to jumping around Inkopolis to do the news, then record music, then work on choreography. 

 

As quiet as she could, Callie opened the door to the dance studio and stuck her head in. 

 

Frye had her back to the door, squatting on the floor in front of a large speaker. Callie could see her scrolling through her phone, searching for a song to play. Frye had abandoned her baggy pants and translucent shawl, leaving her in her crop top and black leggings. The idol hummed to herself triumphantly as she finally settled on a song and threw her phone on top of her speaker. 

 

Music pounded in the room. Some combination of sounds that Callie recognized from the Onaga Clan’s music, and upbeat dance beats. The bass thumped heavy in Callie’s heart as her eyes naturally drifted to her girlfriend. 

 

Frye hyped herself up with little hops and a shake of her hands. The music boomed, building in energy as it reached its chorus. Frye stood in the middle of the padded floor, unknowingly performing for an audience of one.

 

Callie couldn’t help but stare.

 

Frye moved quickly, hypnotically, as her golden charm swung against her side. She moved her arms and wrists in long, fluid motions, only to snap back closer to her body with a jerk of her hips. Her feet tapped against the floor quickly in ways that Callie didn’t know were capable, keeping her lower half firmly planted on the ground as her torso moved with the tempo of the song. The taught muscles of her abdomen and arms flexed as she danced, and cod Callie knew she was swooning. 

 

Maybe it was a little on the nose, but she so reminded Callie of fire. They way she swayed with the music, her body ebbing and flowing with the changing tempo and melody. It was as if she was flickering like the licks of a rogue flame. Her movements felt like a story, like her whole body was speaking. Frye was practically glowing, an angel in Callie’s eyes. 

 

Frye stopped as the song faded out, breathing deeply. Her honey lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes with a content sigh. She caught sight of Callie, blushing like an idiot and leaning against the doorframe. The ex-idol froze, realizing that she was caught staring. Frye smiled at Callie, her gaze full of something that looked all-too-much like love. 

 

“You wanna dance with me?” She asked, her fangs glinting in the light. 

 

“I don’t think I can dance…like that.” Callie laughed. Frye grinned, taking steps towards her girlfriend and wiping the sweat off her brow. 

 

“Then dance like you .” Frye chuckled, pulling Callie into her orbit by the waist. 

 

Callie flushed, quickly placing the tray of coffees between her and her girlfriend. 

 

“Coffee!” She squeaked out. “I… uh… I got you coffee.” Callie struggled to pull the cup out of the paper tray and hand it to her girlfriend. 

 

Frye's face lit up, her pointed ears wiggling in excitement. 

 

"Thank you so much sweetheart!" Frye smiled earnestly, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on Callie's cheek. "Oh my cod you're a saint, love." The yellow inkling cooed happily as she read the drink's label.

 

Callie could barely remember what she ordered for her girlfriend. Something extremely sweet with caramel and whipped cream. In all honesty, she had asked Shiver what Frye's drink of choice was.

 

The ex-idol giggled, a little bashful, and touched the palm of her hand to where Frye had kissed her. 

 

Frye took a large gulp of her sugary latte and sighed wistfully as if the caffeine was a godsend. 

 

“I love you so much, Cal.” Frye told her girlfriend, taking the tray of coffees from Callie’s hands. Frye moved gracefully back towards the speakers, placing the cardboard tray down next to her phone and taking another huge swig of her drink. 

 

“What’s… Why’d you take it?” Callie asked, jogging to catch up with her girlfriend. Frye giggled, scrolling through her music app.

 

“I wanna dance with you.” Frye explained, blindly searching for Callie’s hand. She found it with ease, lacing their fingers together. “Gimme a sec…” Frye mumbled, scanning her playlists quickly. She hummed happily, her ears flicking upwards, when she found the song she was looking for. 

 

A sappy love song, soft and upbeat, accompanied with ukulele chords and a keyboard melody. Frye pulled Callie into the middle of the dance floor with an excited gleam in her eyes. Callie stumbled awkwardly, stalling just enough for Frye to turn around, her brows furrowed in worry.

 

“I don’t…” Callie took a deep breath, trying to find her words. “I’m not a great dancer.” She admitted, embarrassment flushing her cheeks red. 

 

“Wait, seriously?” Frye huffed in amusement. “Callie Cuttlefish of the Squid Sisters thinks she can’t dance?” 

 

Callie shrugged and made a non-commital noise. “I can do something if it's choreographed, after I practice it a million times over.” She chuckled, rubbing her upper arm anxiously. "I can't really improvise. I just look like an idiot."

 

Frye clicked her tongue in thought. Without a word, she placed a strong hand on Callie's waist, pulling her close and leaving mere inches between their bodies. 

 

"I'm positive you don't, but even if you do, who cares ? It's just you and me." Frye used her free hand to gently hold the other's cheek, her thumb rubbing the edge of Callie's eye mask.                                                                                             

"I don't wanna look silly." Callie argued, but her reservations were melting away by the second. Callie thought she would do anything Frye asked her, so long as she continued to hold her like she was something precious. 

 

"Callie, princess, if you feel like you can't be silly with me, then we need to have a serious talk." Frye chuckled lightheartedly, and Callie felt a weight flutter off her shoulders. 

 

Frye stepped forward with her right foot gracefully, as if testing the waters. Callie followed the movement, stepping back to Frye’s momentum. Frye’s hand drifted down from Callie’s cheek to her waist, as if instinct, resting comfortably over her octopus tattoo.

 

Frye took a step to the right, gently urging Callie along with her. She followed. Then the taller inkling took a step back. Callie stumbled, but Frye’s hand on her waist braced her and kept her upright. Callie giggled at her own expense, her lack of real experience finally hitting her. 

 

“Hey. You’re doing great. Go with the flow.” Frye reminded in a whisper, her voice as sweet as honey. It was a tone that Callie only heard in the most serene and tranquil of moments, a tone that made Callie’s hearts want to jump up her throat. 

 

Frye stepped to the left, returning the couple back to where they started. Callie looked up, meeting her girlfriend’s eyes. 

 

And Frye looked at Callie as if she had descended from the heavens, her ears downturned oh-so slightly, and a glimmer in her eyes that undeniably looked like love. Callie flushed, turning her head away to hide her beet-red face, but her expressive ears betrayed her as they flicked up happily. 

 

“You’re so pretty, princess. Do I ever tell you that?” Frye chuckled. Callie sputtered.

 

“Only all the time.” Callie chuckled, daring to meet Frye’s eyes again. She was met with that same lovestruck look. Callie could only hope that her face expressed even a fraction of the pure adoration she felt. 

 

Frye hummed, untangling her hand from her girlfriend’s to cup her cheek. “Still, I don’t think I tell you nearly enough.” 

 

Callie chuckled, dropping her head to hide her flushed face. 

 

Frye took another step to the right and chuckled. “C’mon don’t hide your pretty face from me.” 

 

Callie looked up as Frye took another step back. She expected this time, as well as the step backwards. Callie found the rhythm, moving fluidly with her, dancing all around the room. 

 

“You’re getting the hang of this!” Frye smiled, picking up the tempo of their dance.

 

“It’s not as hard as I thought! And you’re a great teacher.” Callie giggled, giving Frye’s hand a loving squeeze. “It’s just a pattern, I’m good with patterns.”

 

And with that, the couple fell into a comfortable silence. They simply enjoyed each other's presence, enjoying the gradual crescendo of the music as the song reached its final chorus. Frye flashed Callie a smirk that was all fang, an obvious glint of mischief in her eyes. She let go of Callie’s waist and spun her outward. The ex-idol squealed in surprise, before laughing joyously. She struck a dramatic pose, still tethered to frye. The yellow inkling chuckled and pulled Callie back to her, Callie landing comfortably with her back to Frye’s chest. The ex-idol giggled and spun around again, facing her girlfriend once again. 

 

And the two stared at each other for long seconds as the song faded out, smiling at eachother. And then Frye snorted, and the two erupted into bubbly giggles and laughter, resting their foreheads against each other. 

 

Callie ran a hand along Frye’s jaw, pulling her down into a soft kiss. “I love you.” She whispered. And though she had said it a million times before, she would say it a million times again in a heartbeat. 

 

“I love you too.” Frye professed. 

 

An alarm went off on Frye’s phone, a piercing ringing. 

 

“Damn,” Frye groaned. “That’s the end of my break.” She went to her phone and canceled the alarm, quickly slipping her show clothes back on. 

 

Callie stood in the center of the floor, a little crestfallen. She knew Frye would have to go back eventually but it still felt too soon. Frye walked past and placed a kiss on her cheek. 

 

“I’m off in a couple hours! I’ll see ya then, princess!” Frye waved goodbye and blew her girlfriend a kiss. Impulsively, Callie held Frye’s wrist, pulling the other’s attention back to her. 

 

Callie felt her face get hot. “Will you dance with me again?” She asked. Frye smiled widely, full of adoration. 

 

“Of course, my love.” 

Notes:

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