A Little Fun In Italy

A Beautiful Place

Her musical director, Michael Bearden, along with a couple of organizers had already arrived when she stepped out on the terrace and a waiter immediately accommodated them with coffee and water. She thanked them and chatted with the team all for a few minutes before they got in a car and took a tour around the Villa Olmo where she was supposed to perform. As incognito as she could in a large wool jumper and sunglasses.

The place was sealed off from the public and only a few people were circling the graveled pathways around the lakefront. The stage was supposed to be set up on Saturday and they would do would be able to do one late rehearsal and soundcheck on it before the wedding ceremony and party took place on Sunday. It was fine with her.

She was also told, "And of course mr and mrs Howard want to say hello as well, before Sunday. We'll arrange a meeting. Everything is planned. You don't have to worry about anything. Is there anything else you need, like... we have your list and we-"

"Thank you! We have our own teams," MB and Gaga said at the same time and looked at each other.

After a few more minutes they agreed to meet up the next day as they understood that Gaga was tired after the flight and wanted to spend some time relaxing and checking out the surroundings on her own. She said she was thrilled to be back and basically drowned the place in compliments.

...

"So... not until tomorrow then?" Gaga asked when she, her boyfriend and Bearden were on their own and heading back to the car. "I know we have decided on a set. But I want to go over it one more time if that's OK. I'm thinking about cutting one or two." She took her sunglasses off and squinted at the sun while she looked across the garden acres and grated walkways.

"I've seen Steve and Brian are around town, enjoying themselves, and from what I've heard it's OK with the others. I spoke to all of them just a while ago," Bearden said. "Were you thinking of dinner together or something before rehearsals as well?"

She swatted the suggestion away and half joked, half serious said, "No, I'll let them have the day off." In her mind she was thinking about Michael's suggestion and felt like dinner plans with others would be drawn out and perhaps intervene with her own plans.

"OK, but just so you know... no one would say no to dinner with the boss." He laughed.

Gaga laughed and made a snorting sound. "I'm pretty hard on myself and I expect nothing less from the people around me. But I'm still a nice boss!"

"You're great, LG. See you early tomorrow." He gave her a shoulder hug before she sat down in the car. Michael said bye and got in the car on the other side. He had been mostly quiet, but he was so tired and felt like he didn't contribute much anyway. He knew he was just there as her company.

"Scrap the early part," Gaga said. "I'm sleeping late. It's show biz time." The last part was muffled as the door closed. Bearden could still see her smile behind the tinted windows as she put her sunglasses back on.

...

Gaga and Michael was back at the luxurious villa and he threw himself on the bed inside the spacious bedroom. "Ah fuck yes," he huffed and stretched his arms out. She tossed her sunglasses on the couch and pulled the band out of her hair to let it out. After a quick tour around the house and the outside garden area, she was back inside the bedroom. She crawled into the bed and touched her partner's relaxed face. His mouth was slightly opened and his breathing was heavy but his dark lashes fluttered slightly when she touched him so she understood that he was only pretending to be asleep already.

"Baby," he mumbled and opened his eyes. His honey colored eyes focused on her face.

"How on earth did you know it was me?" She stroke his forehead and removed his baseball hat.

"Because no one in the whole world smells as nice as you do." He closed his eyes again. "Where did you go?"

"I just had a look around the garden. The place is absolutely beautiful."

"Nothing but the best for you. And I'm happy you're happy with the arrangements so far."

She got up on her knees to pull the knitted jumper over her head when she felt warm fingers against her waist. Michael moved his hands up her belly and then to her back.

"Stef, you are so perfect," he whispered when he felt her soft skin against his fingertips. He helped her with her top and rose to his knees in front of her. When the soft bra she was wearing underneath was visible he bent down and kissed her neck while he pulled her closer with his hands on her narrow waist.

"Keep talking," she whispered against his ear.

"My beautiful, sexy little queen of... being in demand." He let his stubble rub against her chin and cheeks while he kissed her, knowing she loved the feeling of his rough skin against hers.

"In demand? Is that the best you can do?" She giggled, "More!" and he didn't know if she meant talk or kisses and when he hesitated she pulled him down on top of her with her legs wrapped around his back. He moved her frail, blonde hairs out of her face and kissed her swollen lips, felt her respond and open her mouth. Her warm tongue melted with his and she started breathing faster.