Once More, With Feeling (Lady Gaga oneshots)

Milan Alley

Ok, this wasn't as good as I had in my head, but I had the idea, so I hope it lives up to all y'alls standards. This was a request from @fizzybooozel, so I hope it's everything you wanted and more! (Word count: 2173, without this note)

You stood halfway naked in your grand hotel room, tearing apart the room trying to find your favorite bra. You swore you had packed it, you knew you did, and out of your three full Louis Vuitton steamer trunks; it had to be in one of them.

Your nipples were perky from the colder air, they felt uncomfortable as you searched for that bra. "Ahh!" You let out a defeated groan, slumping back down on the bed, right next to your beautiful girlfriend, Stefani. Who was sleeping like a rock. You kicked your foot a little, accidentally hitting your girlfriend in her dainty foot, "mhh..." she stirred a bit, face slightly contorting into that of an 'Don't touch me right now'. In her sleep.

"Stupid boobs needing a damn bra." You quietly cursed to yourself, hating your breasts and their need for a silk bra. Another stir came from Stefani, this time her big green eyes opened just a bit. "Baby..." her rough morning voice pierced your ears, and went straight to your insides; now squirming for attention. "What's wrong..."

You had become to annoyed to talk. It was just one of your little toddler moods Stefani had become quite fond of. You would become too angry or annoyed to talk and would act like you didn't hear her, like a toddler, and she would comfort and love on you till a bright smile and a cute giggle escaped you. She loved it more than you did. "Baby, are you ok..." 

She lifted her head off of the plush bed, trying to get you to talk. "Talk to me, my love." She told you, her warm hands caressing your soft neck, now going to the soft skin of your collarbone. Her fingers tracing the prominent clavicle sticking out of the skin. "Can you not find something?" A light kiss was placed on your shoulder, slowly fi ding their way onto your neck. "My bra." You say giggling a bit, Stefani's kisses tickling your neck.

"The silk?" She inquires, you give her a small nod. "I'll find it. Stefi to the resuce!" She straightened her arm, acting like a superhero. You giggle a bit more, her ass now high in the air as she searches through the piles of your cloths (which had been caused by your temper tantrum just minutes earlier.). "Got it!" She holds the dark green bra up high in the air, a huge smile plastered on her face. "Damn." You whispered to yourself.

She threw the bra at you, picking up her own outfit for the day. "Get dressed, Dove!"

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You were in a much better mood now that your breasts were comfortable. You now had your tight shirt on, waiting for Stefani to brush her hair for the 100th time that morning (and it was only 5am). "Are you dooneee yeeet?" You yelled into the closed bathroom door, "Almost!" She replied back to you. "Hurrry uuuup!" You wined to the door, only getting a chuckle back.

The door swung open to reveal a sexy-dressed Stefani in full glitz and glam for the road. She walked out with the sounds of clacking trailing her, those sleek black stiletto Louboutins being the cherry on top. "Wow. Aren't you fucking hot." You complement her, almost jealous that others will see her so damn sexy today. "Thanks, I did it for you." A smirk stuck on her face as her arms slightly push up her cleavage. "Oh, Stefani, you really think your being smooth?" You ask her, a grin on your face as your hand squeezes her right breast. Firm and perky.

"Smooth? I just wanted to look good for my pregnant girlfriend. We are on vacation. In Italy" She walks away from you, grabbing her Birkin Bag and heading to the door. You followed her like an eager puppy, too happy to do anything with her. Both of you looked stunning, flawless, the perfect power couple; she being the taller, dominant one, and you being the shorter, submissive one. Absolutely perfect.