Fill My Empty Spaces

Part 3 - We're Gonna Be So Late

Lady Gaga and Michael attend Frederic's birthday party. They enjoy a quickie in the middle of the night and Michael is pleasantly surprised in the morning.

"What is that?" Michael Polansky was eating a sandwich while leaning against a table and watched his girlfriend being busy in the kitchen. He pointed at a large bag shoved into the corner by the panoramic windows.

Lady Gaga looked over her shoulder with her dark, perfect eyebrows raised. "Oh, that. It's a tennis bag, for tennis equipment." She smiled. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips wet and bubblegum pink. Her dark hair looked soft and shiny and was pulled up in a messy bun. She wore black shorts and a large t-shirt and fuzzy socks on her feet.

He swallowed a large chunk of bread, wiped his hands and sat down by the table. "I can see that. But why is it there?"

Gaga turned her head to continue with the marinade she was making on the counter. "I started taking tennis lessons."

"That bag is bigger than you." Michael looked at the bag with skepticism. He furrowed his brows and wondered what the coach looked like. Some hot dude pulling his shirt off to show off his ripped body in front of her. "Can I come along and watch you play?" he asked.

Gaga licked her fingers and sat down on a chair. "I was gonna suggest that. We can play together."

"I'm not doing any sports whatsoever with you, ever again." He recalled how she had humiliated him when they played Pétanque but frankly he didn't think playing tennis against her would be much of a challenge anyway.

She looked at him with her eyes full of shits and giggles. "We'll be fine as long as you don't try to throw me into the pool."

Michael sprained his fingers out as if he tossed a ball. "Yeet."

She got up again and caressed his chin, looked down and kissed him softly. "You're such a nerd. I'll put this in the fridge and then we can leave." She held a bowl in her hand and opened the refrigerator. "And you used to play ice hockey."

Michael dreamingly watched her bend forward. "Leave for what?"

"We're gonna pick up Freddie's birthday present."

"Pick up?" He laughed. "You always have it delivered. So who's the dinner for?" Watching her prepare things in the kitchen always made him so hungry and now he felt robbed even if he just ate.

She leaned against the counter and shut her eyes. "The party is today and tomorrow we're having dinner. You and me." Her eyelids looked dark and wondered if she was tired. When she eventually opened her eyes he was staring at her and she wondered if there was something wrong with how she looked. She had recently been to the dermatologist and her face was still a little swollen beneath the eyes and her lips were fuller, so he would obviously notice. She exhaled and squinted at him. "What?"

"I love you," he said and put his hand over her shoulders to pull her towards him so he could kiss her forehead.

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Gaga put her massive golden link earrings on and got up from the chair she was sitting on. Her nails were a natural color with white ombre and it made a sharp contrast to her tanned body. She was wearing a black velour bralette and matching panties, her hair slicked back in a tight bun at the nape, and her body looked incredible as she went through the small compartments of accessories on the table.

Her skin was glowing and she looked fit, but still full and firm and Michael observed her as she moved along the edge and tried a bracelet on. Her neck was bent and not a single stray hair was visible. Her tanned back nearly had a sharp line where the lighter skin that had not been exposed to the sun showed.

He wanted to smell her and feel her softness. She rarely objected, but she looked a little bit stressed right now and he didn't want to be in the way. Her ass and thighs, sensational. He bit his lip when there was a slight jiggle as she took a wide side step to the mirror. It was going to be a long night before he could peel all that off of her. He got up and ran his finger along her spine, tracing the stalk of the rose tattoo.

"Pretty..."

"Yes, yes. I'm just-" She raised her hand to swat him away, but he took it and kissed her fingers. She tasted of whatever lotion she had on and her hands were so soft.

"You put all these things on and I can't wait to take it all off." He smiled when she turned her face up to look at him. Her lips were dark red, plumb and shiny. The make up was subtle, her eyelids and cheeks just a more natural and darker tone than her skin. The lashes dark and her brows filled in. The light in the room hit her face from the side and made the color of her eyes stand out and he could clearly see how one eye was more prominently green than the other.

She pouted at him and they kissed. He felt her warm body against his and let his hands glide down her back to her butt. He inhaled her scent and felt dizzy when he softly nibbled her neck and heard her quiet moans. "We're gonna be so late," she whispered.

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