Fill My Empty Spaces

Part 2 - Not Nice

Gaga, wearing a pink bikini and her hair down in soft waves that brushed against her bare shoulders, was shouting out the rules and pointed at various spots on the sandy court while she balanced 6 heavy boules in her hands and arms until they dropped to the ground and just about missed her bare toes.

"It's easier to balance 6 or 8 awards I guess," Ashley joked and squinted behind her sunglasses.

It was late in the afternoon and the air was dry and the sun piercing unlike this morning when everything was windy and cold. Summer was definitely on its way and Gaga made the most of it throwing her clothes off at any given moment.

Her body looked incredible, firm and fit with all her assets still in place. The round ass that drove Michael insane, her thighs and the narrow waist above her hips. The dimple between her collar bones and her back with her perfect shoulder blades. Her nipples, always aggressively poking through anything she was wearing as if they were created simply to distract him. The warmth made the veins on her hands and feet swollen and he thought of how much of a woman she was, even if she was so petite. He observed her round cheeks and full lips under her huge sunglasses. Her face was completely without any make up and her lips were naturally pink and soft.

Gaga had pulled the few ones willing to participate out in the sun as she felt like playing a game of Pétanque all of a sudden.

"Ash and I are on the same team and Mickey, you're with Ted." Gaga used her feet to roll the boules that sat on the ground towards Michael. He picked up three golden colored ones and Ted took the silver ones with a different pattern.

"We show them no mercy," he joked and looked at Michael. It would be hard to compete against Gaga as usual since she never accepted a loss. Michael wasn't so confident in beating the two women.

Ted started by tossing the smaller ball that Gaga kept calling 'jack' and Michael was up next. He made a perfect throw and the boule landed right in front of the smaller ball. He smiled, and juggled the two remaining boules in one hand while he gave Gaga a side eye. She looked focused and pressed her lips together. He could barely see her eyes behind the shades.

She entered the circle to make a throw and leaned forward, fully concentrated and then smacked Michael's boule out of the way with a clean hit.

"What the f..." Michael said. "That's not nice!"

"Your turn again," she muttered and poked a finger into his side.

"Ouch. Is there something I did or what?" he muttered and pulled the hat down a little further to shield his eyes.

After Michael had thrown all three of his boules and Gaga had shot them all nearly off the court, he went over to her and picked her up. He flipped her over so he held her under his arm, against his waist with her legs kicking behind his back and her head facing the ground.

"Mickey? Not now! Let me go!!!" she shouted and tried to grab his arms to get loose. She slipped backwards and nearly got her head stuck in some sort of wrestling lock with Michael's arm around her neck. She tried pulling his wrist and twirled when he easily lifted her up in both arms and swung her over the edge of the pool.

"Cool it off, girl," he said and Gaga screamed as if death was imminent when she for a brief second felt weightless in the air just as Michael caught her and turned around while she was still sort of hanging freely. With one arm around her back and the other under her thighs he swiftly put her down on the ground and she stumbled on the concrete before she regained her balance.

She immediately tore the glasses off her face and looked up as he leaned closer and grabbed her arms. Their foreheads nearly bumped into each other and she was seriously pissed off. He wanted her to let it out. Instead she yanked her arms loose and started walking up towards the patio of her house. He watched her follow the paved path, up a few steps and nearly disappear behind some plants before he decided to follow her.

Ashley and Ted were left by the rectangular court. "I guess there is something needed to be sorted out there," Ashley said.

When Michael caught up and followed Gaga inside, through the patio doors, she slammed them shut behind him and also made sure the other door to the room was closed before she stepped up to him. Her teeth were clenched and her lips thin. With her eyes were open wide there was not a hint of the otherwise massive eyelid space she usually displayed.

"Don't ever do that to me again. Ever!"

Michael shook his head briefly once like he didn't understand anything and put his hands out. "What? It was a joke. You didn't even get wet."

Gaga put her hands on her head and turned around. "What is going on with you? Why are you suddenly acting like you're 6 years old?"

He let his shoulders drop and sighed. "Oh, is it still... it's just–" He swallowed hard. "You plan EVERYTHING, every single little thing and I wanna know if I'm part of those plans." He put his finger into his stretched out palm as if he was making a point. "Is that so strange to you?"

"Because it is MY CAREER! I don't plan... who I'm fucking in 3 years from now!" Gaga shouted and was about to open the door and leave him when he slammed his open hand against the door to shut it again.

"No, you don't get to leave," he said. "No easy exit! I know I fucked up putting you against the wall like that. I want to apologize, but you won't let me. It's not like you think. I don't want to make you do anything. I only want you."

She looked up and his eyes were darker than usual, but he looked hurt. He reached for her arms again, like he had done outside and pulled her closer until his face nearly bumped into hers. She reluctantly turned her face to the side and tilted it slightly upwards. Her eyes were open wide and glittering green. Her cheeks were soft and he raised a hand to her chin. She wanted to turn her face away but instead tried nudging her lips against his. Her lips, soft and swollen, felt like a feather sweeping lightly against his.

He felt her body relax and her voice was soft when she spoke just by his lips. "You know that sex doesn't solve anything."

"Can we do it anyway?"

The awareness of her independence – that she didn't need him the way he needed her, or that he was disposable – made him jealous. Not of her, but the people she surrounded herself with. It was such a weird conflicted feeling.

He put one hand on her lower back and moved her closer to his own body. He kissed her and felt her respond with her mouth open and her tongue melting into his. Both his hands on her waist moved up and suddenly pulled the bikini over her head instead of loosening the strings. He hurried to pull his own t-shirt over his head and kissed her harder, his hat fell off and she walked backwards with his fingers inside the waistline of her bikini bottoms.