Secret Love (Lady Gaga and Tony Benett Fanfiction)

Trumpets

Lady Gaga stood in the full length mirror in her closet and examined herself, paying close attention to every detail on her body. It was something that she did often, it was a part of being a superstar. If she didn't catch the flaw, the media would. 

For some reason, she made sure to spend extra time with her appearance that evening. She took extra time picking out the perfect black, silk jumper with a plunging v-neck that showed off her assets and matching black, strappy heels that made her legs look extra long. She even invited Tara over earlier for some champagne and girly talk that ended up in Tara doing her makeup. Sure, Gaga could've done it herself but she hadn't seen her in a while and she still struggled getting her thickly winged eyeliner sharp enough.

Sucking in her heavily contoured cheeks and turning around, Gaga turned around and examined her back. The loose material around her waist made her ass pop with a sexy curve. She turned back around with a sly grin on her face. God damn, I look good, she thought to herself. 

As Gaga was moving towards the window, grabbing her glass of champagne, her phone rang. She lunged toward the bed, slipping her hand into the pocket of her blazer and slid the icon at the bottom. 

"Hello!" Gaga couldn't suppress her happiness in the way she spoke. 

"Hey, my love," Taylor's voice was so bright she could hear the smile. Her face shifted, her smile dropped. This wasn't who she was expecting.

"My dear," Gaga sat up on her bed. She tugged at the fabric above her knee in frustration and disappointment.

"I miss you so so so much," Taylor Kinney gushed. "I miss the taste of your tongue, the smell of your-,"

"Asia!" Gaga screamed. She fake ran over and pretended like she was chewing something which was exactly the opposite of what the black coloured pooch was doing. "Um, I've got to go, Taylor."

Gaga quickly hung up and laid down on the ground next to the dog. She gently stroked her and murmured her into her fur.

"You'll never tell, right?" She whispered.

Just as she began to curl around Asia, her phone began buzzing again. Gaga let out a groan and grudgingly crawled to reach for the phone.

"Hello," Gaga's groggy voice answered.

"Good day, ma'am. There is a car waiting downstairs for you," the front door attendee from downstairs reported. Gaga felt an instant burst of energy rush through her. She grabbed her heels and stood up.

"Okay, tell them I'll be right down!" She held the phone to her ear with her shoulder, hopping on one foot as she put her heels on and headed out the door. She turned off her phone and look at Asia. "Be a good girl for mommy."

She locked the door behind her and practically ran to the elevator. Her knees bounced as she watched the numbers decline. The wait for the elevator to touch the ground level was excruciating. Gaga could feel every second pass.

The number above the elevators finally got to 1 and the doors opened. Gaga's breath stopped. She straightened her posture, ran her hands over her silk jumper and let a smile out before she strutted out of the elevator. Once she reached the glass doors between her and the limo containing Tony, she sucked in her cheeks for the paparazzi. Cameras flashed all around her, nearly blinding her.

The doormen held the doors open for Gaga and helped her into the gleaming, black limo. She slid onto the cool, leather seats and blushed the second she saw Tony.

"Hi, Tony," Gaga took off her sunglasses and subtly fluttered her eyelashes. Even the conservative contact of their touching shoulders made her whole body buzz.

"Ms. Germanotta," Tony tipped his head in her direction with a jolly smile. His eyes slowly raked over her glamorized body. If his eyes moved too fast his old eyes would just see a dark blur and he wouldn't be able to remember what she was wearing. Gaga's cheeks burst a burning fuschia underneath her thick layers of face makeup. "You look lovely."

"Thank you," Gaga smiled, her shoulder raised as she curled away from him.

Tony slowly leaned in, careful of his aged spine, and placed one hand on Gaga's thigh. Gaga felt tingles rapidly spread throughout her whole body. It took Tony a second to gather enough breath to whisper in Gaga's ear.

"I want you to be a good girl and be patient for the boys tonight," he slowly whispered into her ear. The fuschia from Gaga's cheeks viciously attacked the rest of her body. She gulped deeply as Tony leaned back.

"Shall I open a bottle of champagne?" Gaga offered, trying to change the subject. Tony replied with a grin and Gaga reached in the installed mini refrigerator for a bottle.

As she was reaching, the light caught on her ring nearly blinding her. She blinked hard as her fingers wrapped around the cold neck of the bottle. Waves of memories of Taylor washed over her. What would he think of all the thoughts rushing through her mind? What would he think of the way his hand was on her thigh for so long? These ideas made Gaga's hands tremble and her mood drop. The champagne bottle slipped from her hands and landed on the ground. Gaga leaned over, her bottom slightly lifting off the leather seat, her fingertips dove for the bottle. She felt a hard smack on her rear end and snapped back up. When she turned around she saw Tony chuckling with his wooden, dark stained cane in one hand.

"Sorry about that," he playfully smiled. He used his cane to point to the button pad to the right of her. "I was just trying to change the song."

Gaga deeply swallowed. She courteously flashed a small smile and sat up right again. With the help of a butter knife, she popped the cork off of the bottle. Her lap was showered with suds as she quickly tried to fill two glasses. Her grin was larger than life when she clinked glasses with Tony in a toast.

"To a great night."