Fill My Empty Spaces

Part 3 - Maybe We Should Get A Room

Michael could hear Gaga's voice above everyone else's in Freddie's kitchen. She had started out as the classy and elegant version of her feisty self, interacting with everyone and helping out by serving drinks and leading them all into singing Happy Birthday to her hairstylist. Her nasal voice cutting through the crowd as she went through all his gifts and somehow had a story to go with every single one of them and Michael thought her brain must be working over time keeping track of everything. Then she took a step back as if she had acted as ice breaker making everyone laugh and feel comfortable.

Now, in the middle of the night, she was loudly solving every issue the planet had ever faced, with a glass of champagne in her hand. He entered the room and watched her go hard and passionately about something for a few seconds. She and the other people were on the same page but Gaga was talking with her hands more than ever. He looked at her delicate hands and fingers touching her chest to empathize 'I'. She had so much appeal, she was sexy and smart, and all eyes landed on her whether she wanted them on her or not. He felt his heart race in his chest. The slit of her outfit went all the way up to her bralette and was kept together by some strings and he just loved how she looked.

As soon as she noticed Michael she put her arms around his neck and he felt her nails tickle his nape.

She rubbed herself against him and kissed his ear. "My babe," she whispered and smiled wide.

"Saving the planet, are you?" He looked at the audience she had gathered and smiled while he felt how small drops of cold fizzy drink were sprinkled down his shirt at the back.

"That would be you. And that is so sexy," Gaga mumbled and pulled his hair. She took his phone and held it out to take a selfie. "Kiss."

Michael didn't know where to look. At her or into the camera. He turned his face towards hers to kiss her cheek. Just as he was about to give her a gentle little nudge, she moved and opened her mouth and laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. Her leg was suddenly around his waist and she was glued to him. He placed his hand on her bare thigh and pressed his fingers into her firm skin. Her hands were all over him.

"Maybe it's time to leave," he suggested.

"You're so cute and sexy," she said and rubbed her nose against his, demanding more kisses. "Why do you want to leave? What are you going to do?" She spoke directly at his face and he felt her breath against his upper lip. She looked into his eyes and then down at his lips. "Tell me." Her eyes were half shut and her eyelids glittered and she pulled his collar.

He overheard someone telling Freddie he must've left something on in the kitchen because it was getting hot in there.

"When I told you I wanted to take all that off..."

"I can't wait." She kissed him. Bit his lip and forced him to open his mouth using her tongue. Soft and wet it filled his mouth and licked the inside of his cheek. He was hard in seconds and realized that she noticed as she squirmed her body against his. "Oh no," she said and he felt her hand glide up between his legs. It wasn't like anyone noticed but he still felt like everyone stared at her hand as it stopped with a firm grip around his bulge.

"Should we get a room?" she whispered.

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Hours later Gaga was gracefully getting into the backseat of their car back home. Michael was amazed at her ability to carry herself even while being more intoxicated than the average person at the party. She blew kisses at the other guests and told them 'I love you' in at least 4 different languages. Her chin was raised and she clung to the car door while she tilted her head to the side as she sat down. She had been saying bye to them all for 2 hours and Michael had patiently waited. Time didn't exist in her world like it did for normal persons.

It was 4 am and he was tired, but she was fully worked up until she sat down. She exhaled and the smile disappeared off her face as if she dropped a facade. She looked through the small bag in her lap and found her cigarettes and a lighter. She rolled her eyes and looked out through the windshield as if she hoped they were already home. "My god, this headache."

Michael inhaled and looked at her. She was so incredibly hot and seemed so unaware of what she did to him just by sitting there. The street lights hit her face and made her eyes look like green glass as she kept her gaze straight ahead. The tired look on her face, her hollow cheeks and full lips around the cigarette as she took a long drag – she was insanely beautiful.

"Sleep it off," Michael said eventually and she didn't look at him when she replied.

"I'm feeling kind of nauseous as well."

He pressed his lips together and reached out to take her hand. Her hand was warm and her fingers interlaced with his. "Babe," he said and she laid her head down on his lap. With her eyes closed and lips slightly parted. He caressed her cheek and let his fingers stroke her neck and shoulders. She was seemingly falling asleep when they drove up the driveway to her house.

She got out of the car, regretted every drink she had all evening and took long steps across the paved walkway to get inside as fast as possible. Michael walked right behind her, watching her narrow waist, the shiny skin stretched over her shoulder blades, and how her head was bent down while looking at where she put her feet.

Inside, she tossed her shoes to the right and her small purse landed on a table as she stomped all the way into the kitchen to empty a bottle of water. She started taking her clothes off and the dress – or wasn't it supposed to be a skirt? – was tossed on one of the chairs by the kitchen counter. The walk up the stairs to the bedroom was performed in a way that let everyone know exactly where she was going. Michael looked at her swaying hips as she seemed to climb up steps that were too steep for her short legs. He decided to check his phone, read some news and look at some messages before he joined her.

Gaga always took forever so he made sure to give her at least 20 minutes before he walked into the bedroom. The curtains were pulled and the doors to the balcony open. She was lying on her side and he noticed her curves under the thin blanket she had pulled over her hip even if the room was dark. The breeze made the curtains move and he actually heard the ocean. When he got into the bed beside her, he kissed her neck and noticed that she was still wearing the velour bra and panty. She must've gone straight to bed.

He was naked and moved closer to her, held her from behind and smelled her. This gorgeous, lovely, sexy, amazing woman. I'm the luckiest man on the planet, he thought. His arm nearly covering her entire chest as he fell asleep with his nose against her nape, lost in the sweet, flowery scent of her body.

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