Once More, With Feeling (Lady Gaga oneshots)

Frosting

You'd never been one to fall for the celebrities who hit on you, the A-listers who tried to wine and dine you. You never had the interest of being stalked then fucked when you arrived home. Yes, those celebs were quite charming, handsome, beautiful, sexy, but not your thing. You had learned to avoid them, like a radar of celebrities had built itself inside your brain.

But their was one in particular you avoided the most, she had a reputation. To say the least. She seemed to know you better than you knew yourself, at this point. Stefani Getmanotta had a thing for you. You didn't know why. She had a talent for always being near you, especially at those celebrity-magnet Michelin star restaurants.

You knew to stay further from her. She had a less than turn on reputation of being a womanizer, a playgirl. Her PR team had their way of keeping it from the media, making her look seamless and innocent. She was a 'one-woman type-of-girl' after all. But, you had your ways. And you just knew that feeling of those piercing green eyes watching your every move.

You sighed, knowing she would forever be on your velvet tail. You were expensive, skinny, and beautiful; just like she is. It was a match made in Heaven. Your thoughts might have been a little swirled with all of the wine you had been drinking, giving you the edge you so desperately chased.

Tonight felt different. Tonight was different. Something was wrong with someone, and it was pulsing into your  tired brain. You couldn't get too invested on a jitter that made you shiver, it was something that would inconvenience you from the oh-so-extraordinary conversation of photoshoot, runway, and celebrity dinner invites that your team raved about. So extraordinary.

Maybe that jitter was nice.

Your team was comprised of the most talented, creative, intelligent and stupid people on the planet. You ment it in a nice way of course, but those same intelligent people could not seem to get it through their neanderthal skull that you avoided celebs. Especially Stefani Getmanotta.

Their small oohs and giggles as a presence approached from behind left little to the imagination. You already knew who it was. Another A-lister looking to take you out on a date, woo you, then snatch you up for good. Like a charismatic spider. You rolled your large eyes as you spun around in your leather chair, making first contact with your not-so-secret admirer.

You had been graced with the sight of tanned, long, muscular (but not too muscular) legs, feet covered with 8-inch black platforms. Which you could only assume to be Pleasers. That dress her body wore, black embellished with designs of what you could name call to be Swarovski crystals, hugging her god-like curves to an illegal amount.

Those manicured hands elegantly holding a wine glass in one while the other just slightly held itself on her abdomen complimented her iced out jewelry. Those slender muscular, tanned arms leading to her swan-like neck you had stared at more than once. Her blonde curls falling to her shoulders, framing the most beautiful face to grace the earth. A small smirk playing at her shocking red lips. Greens eyes dancing with a mix of love and lust.

"Hello, y/n." Her smirk playing into a captivating smile. She walked gracefully to sit next to you, your team more than aware to leave you two be. "Hello." You said tightly, turning back to face the now deserted chairs in front of you, picking up your glass of wine to further swirl your mind. "Thats not a way to greet your longtime admirer, is it?"

She knew all too well her smooth talking and your alcohol would wear you down, giving her a chance to steal you for herself. You sighed, "hello, Stefani." You said, a hint of annoyance bleeding into your strong, yet soft voice. "That's better." You made eye contact with the goddess beside you. That same shiver from before. You went to pick up your half-empty glass of wine, her hand cupping yours.

"Why must you push me away? Hm?" She asked, her other hand pulling your chin to look at her. Those dangerously dark eyes locking onto yours. You stayed silent. "I asked a question, sweet girl." Her grip on your chin became slightly tighter. "Because." She smirked. "Because why?" She pressured. "Becuase I know you." You forced out, hitting her heart like daggers.

You could see her demeanor slip for a moment, her eyes softening to a hurt look. Her features now held the emotions of astonishment. Maybe she didn't want you to know? "What do you know about me, babygirl?" Her strong demeanor returned, smirk playing at her plump, kissable lips once more. "You're a playgirl. A womanizer who uses women as a one-night fucktoy. A two-night fucktoy if their lucky." You spat out quickly and quietly.

"Oh, Princess. How do you know about my sex life, hm? That's a secret." Her soft hand slid to your cheek, going towards your neck as her thumb caressed your skin. "I have my ways." You said firmly, her hand slipping to your neck, nails digging in slightly. "Maybe you could use those ways to go out with me."

Oh. My. God. She was hitting on you.

She never asked anyone to dinner, it was always to bed. She had never been romantically involved with someone either. This was a first. She was clean too, never had any sort of STD or thing you caught through kissing and sex. She was so clean infact, she would make the women she had affairs with take a shower before anything happened. And she knew which women were clean, too.

She was never dirty. And she wasn't being dirty to you, either. "Hm?" You responded, not know what to think. "Go on a date with me. Become my girl." Your mouth hung open a tiny bit, stunned for words to respond with. She stared at you intently, eyes trained on your eyes. Or lips. That gave made you shiver once again. That familiar jitter making its way through your tiny body. "S-sure." Your mouth still hung open a tiny bit. Unsure of what to do.

A smile pushed her lips into place, her body leaning forward to connect with yours. Her soft lips placed on yours as she gave you the most genuine and loving kiss of your life. Her tongue slipping in ever so slightly. Her hands tangling in your hair, lightly pulling you into her. She pulled away, a whisper of words made it past her swollen lips. "You will never leave me. My love." She kissed you once more.

She smiled at you, still being stunned. "You taste like frosting."