Fill My Empty Spaces

Part 2 - Tired & Annoyed

Hours later Gaga was knocked out on the lounger by the panoramic windows downstairs by the patio.

"Oh, you're awake!" Her best friend Bo noticed how Gaga raised her hands to her face. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Like I can finally breathe without telling myself to breathe." Gaga exhaled and shivered. She was cold and pulled the blanket up to cover herself as she sat up.

"Where is everyone?"

"If by everyone you mean Michael, he has gone down to the beach and he took the puppies with him."

"Mhm," Gaga mumbled into her hands. "Did anyone call while I was out?"

"No, and it's like 6.30 so you can maybe relax a little now?"

"I don't want my fans to call me lazy."

Bo sighed at the joke and sat down next to her. She smiled briefly. "Can I get you anything?"

"A hug, please." Gaga put her arms out and wrapped them around Bo. "Ah, thanks. I needed that."

Eventually she dragged herself up and walked through the kitchen to one of the other rooms facing the garden.

A magazine was lying on a table and she picked it up. Several large photos of her was on display from the set of the movie she had been shooting in Italy. She looked at them and then turned to see the cover, Roma something... one-zero-one. She looked at the photo credits when she heard the door being opened behind her. Ashley appeared.

"How are you feeling?" she asked and looked at what Gaga was looking at.

"I'm not sure. Listen, didn't Bobby agree with Barillo-"

"Barillari."

"That's what I said. Anyway, his friend – the king of paparazzi, to not take photos off the set?"

"What do you mean?"

"I look like I just woke up from being sedated." She pointed at a photo of her outside of her caravan on set. She had cried and the mascara and eyeliner were smudged. Her face was swollen and she barely recognized herself.

"Right, yeah." Ashley inhaled and took the magazine. "Is that from his team?"

"How the fuck should I know. I saw several minutes of me walking off set one day where it looked like I couldn't put one foot in front of the other."

"No one has said anything. You look fine. You look fantastic. Isn't it over now, though? It's been weeks and everyone is just waiting for the post production."

"I don't want to see it anyway, just why... is it here? This is like Radar bullshit but in print!"
"Yeah, but they send-"

Gaga sighed and didn't listen to her assistant muttering about how she made a mistake thinking she'd want to see it, but walked through another door and decided to lie down on the lounger on the patio and wait for her three small puppies and the bigger pup to get back from the beach. She was wearing a top and tiny shorts in blue and white. Her hair was pulled back in a bun at her nape and she was still feeling all drowsy after having slept during the afternoon. It had been exhausting and painful to get her bones cracked and pulled and she was happy she was able to sleep without being disturbed. She was tired – exhausted even – and she had no patience for discussions, so she realized that she came off as short and regretted it. Now that Michael was here she wanted to spend time with him, meanwhile she was working more than usual and didn't have time for any flaws and felt like sleep was a luxury.

Her face was bare and blushing warm in the setting sunlight. She was smoking when she heard familiar snorting sounds and gasping slurps from tired dogs. It didn't take long before she felt Michael's hands on her shoulders. Somehow he had managed to approach her from behind. He hovered over her and kissed her forehead as she tilted her head back. His eyes were warm and interested.

"Hey babe," he whispered.

She exhaled and decided to put the cigarette out. Her fingers brushed against his chin.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," she said and put her arm around his neck to pull him down for more kisses.

"Yeah, I was getting to that." He walked around the lounger and kneeled beside her. He put his hand inside the waistline of her pants and let it glide down her belly. "Can you feel this?" he asked.

Gaga snorted out a laughter when she felt his finger along her panty-line between her legs. "What are you, a doctor now?" She giggled. She screamed and raised her ass when he pinched her cheek-fold.

He pulled her shorts and revealed her flat, tanned belly. It was so soft and cuddly he couldn't resist but to kiss it. He kissed her down to her groins and put his hands on her hips. She was warm and firm. Her body was fit, full and delicious in every way. He wanted to make her feel great and to love what he did to her. His rough chin stroke her flawless satin skin and made it red. She laughed at first and then she got more turned on and pulled him on top of her.

"You are so beautiful," he mumbled against her neck and she felt his weight on her while she struggled to wrap her legs around his waist. He kissed her ear, softly mumbled more compliments and suddenly stopped.

"What?" she said. She thought he seemed distant and only spoke in very short sentences. It had been like that for days.

Michael pulled her legs and sat down with her head in his lap. She looked up at him with her magnificent, huge eyes.

"I don't know, I'm just tired." Michael leaned back and looked at the sky. He closed his eyes. "I'm sorry I was making jokes when you weren't feeling too great, but I-"

Gaga inhaled. "Look, I was awake half the night. I had not slept and I'm sorry that I was a bit of a bitch this morning."

Michael smiled with his lips sealed and looked at her. "I don't think you understand how much I love you."

Gaga pouted her lips at him and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him down. She closed her eyes and made her lips soft as they kissed. "Now will you continue where you just stopped?"

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