elvispresley1935

[elvispresley1935]

Slowly but surely…

Part III:

Summary: your living a life which was nothing more than a dream come true a few months. Will it live up to all expectations?

Priscilla and the colonel doesn’t exist in this.

Warnings: just pure fluff up until the end, little bit of anger and jealousy but cute happy ending. (I got carried away…)

Laying there quite contentedly in his arms listening to the clock ticking and Elvis’ light snoring, his arm still snakes around you. You had to pinch yourself to make sure that you aren’t dreaming, that you won’t wake up in your own hotel suite at any given moment.

You could stay like this forever, in your own little slice of bliss…. Not until you had to go the toilet. With that you removed Elvis’ arm from round you, gently pulled the covers back and ‘tried’ to sneak to the bathroom only for Elvis to wake up slightly, “where you goin’ honey?”

“Just to the bathroom, won’t be a minute.”

“Okay hon.”

When you came back into the bedroom Elvis was sat upright in the bed he had his head in some book, he looked well and truly involved with it. As soon as he seen you walk through the door he put the book down and held out his arms. Without even hesitating, you walked right into his arms and cuddled back down.

His chin resting on the top your head and arms around your body, “I really don’ want to move out of this room t’day.” He uttered with a small laugh.

You just nodded your head slowly agreeing with him, buzzing was definitely an understatement as to how your feeling right now.

“You know what though, some of us have a busy day, things to do.” You joked around breaking the silence and the hug between the two of you.

“Is that so huh?”

“Yes it is, I’ve got-…”

You couldn’t even get through your sentence with the way he was looking at you, that smirk on his face. He and yourself both knew full well you had absolutely nothing to do or anywhere to be. Vegas was foreign land to you.

“Sure ya do… ‘bout that date we mentioned last night? Tonigh’ sound good?” He asked, his slight nerves are obvious.

“Yes of course, that sounds great. Where do you have in mind?” You asked curiously.

“Never you mind that, don’ you worry ‘bout it. How bout you meet me back at this room for seven an’ go from there hmm?”

Still completely in awe with who you are with, you just nodded you head and smiled, the dreaded blush capturing your cheeks again. He captured your lips in a slow and tender kiss and you returned it, both of you content in your little bubble that has been made.

“I’ll order some food up, we’ll eat and then I’ll part with you for the day til later… reluctantly. What ya say? What would ya like darlin’? ”

“That sounds great, I’ll eat whatever you eat, I’m easy!” You said cheerfully.

With that Elvis nodded and reached for the phone on the bedside table and ordered up the food. He ordered, pancake and bacon, two servings. It wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door and one of the hotel employees pushed the trolley into Elvis’ suite. You personally wouldn’t usually go for bacon and pancakes on the same dish, but you started to like it and would have it again.

While eating this though you never missed the way you caught Elvis looking at you when he thought you were none the wiser. You could feel his stare burning holes in the side of your head. His eyes looking you up and down, his eyes full of adoration and affection. Looking at you as if your the only woman he wants, only one in the world.

“And who are you looking at hey?” Your British humour slipping through.

This caused him to jump out of his daze he was in. “Oh I don’ know, some girl I found a few days ago an’ she’s just gorgeous.”

This stopped you right in your tracks all the smart one liners you had lined up flew straight out the window. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, where to look, nothing. You couldn’t believe he felt like that about you, you were over the moon but glad as you were starting to feel the same for him.

“Thank you!” Was all you could manage to spit out for a minute or two until “your not too bad lookin’ yourself you know…” you said with a cheeky smile whilst getting up to remove yours and Elvis’ plate back onto the trolley. He smile back, ear to ear. It wasn’t until you had turned your back to him and had to started to walk away from him that you almost dropped the plates due to his hand being splayed across your arse with some force causing you to yelp. All sorts of emotions came rushing to you, embarrassment being one of them.

“Now what was that for eh, that stung!” You said looking back at him laughing.

All he done was shrug his shoulders. That trademark smile playing on his face. You walked away chuckling.

It wasn’t long after that that you parted ways for the day until later. He guided you to the suite door, walking along side you with his arm over you shoulder. He opened the door, this time you went in for the kiss, feeling a little brave.

“This is your fault yeno!” You stated to him.

He looked at you with a confused look after breaking the kiss, “what is?”

“Me, doing this, the walk of shame back to my room. It’s your fault!” You said as you laughed pointing at your dress from last night, the dress that everyone seen you in.

This caused Elvis to break out in a deep laugh. Suppose he got a kick out of it. “Get used to it doll! See you later!” Was all he said with a wink and shutting the door behind you.

With that you started walking to your room hoping you wouldn’t see anyone, not until you stopped dead in your tracks. There was Jerry. The smile on his face said everything. He waited for you to walk up to him just for him to walk back to your room.

“So, that’s where you disappeared to last night I see.” He said trying his hardest to hide his laugh.

“I told him this would happen, someone was bound to bump into me, I’m just glad it’s just you Jer. Besides, he’s really sweet…” you stopped talking, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your best friend. Despite you and Jerry always telling each other everything, there had to be some limits to this one, the last thing you need is for Jerry to slip up and tell Elvis everything and anything.

Once back at your room you released a breath you never knew you were holding, relieved that no one else saw you. Jerry couldn’t hold eye contact with you without having that know it all smile on his face so you decided to fill him in.

“We are meeting up again tonight, back at his suite for seven. Then we’re going on a date?” You stated breaking the silence.

“It was only a matter of time, boss man has had a thing for you for a while.” He joke sarcastically causing you to roll your eyes. “But in all honesty y/n, I’m happy for you! Just be yourself and you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks Jer! I seriously can’t believe this is happening…” you were stunned for words and Jerry knew, so he walked over to you and embraced you in a hug.

“Just got to find something to do til later, any suggestions?”

“Go sight seeing or something. But I’ve gotta love you and leave you y/n, duty calls…” There he went, walking off, leaving you in your suite alone with your thoughts.

You decided to go sight seeing for the rest of the day, to enjoy the scenery of Vegas. It was so different to home, it was a nice change. There were casinos everywhere you turned, shops with their products in the window and a fair few pubs, which you went into one and chilled for an hour with a cup of tea, it reminded you of home home, England. But before you knew it it was half five and it was time to start making a move for tonight.

You finally decided on wearing one of your favourite dresses, after going back and forth for so long on what’s ‘appropriate’ for a date. A beige dress is what you chose, it was long in length, it had short sleeves with a nice little black bow on the dress to finish it off and paired with one of your small black bags. You hair loosely curled and your make up done to your liking.

With that you were done and it was almost seven. Walking to the lift you could feel your nerves building up, it was silly really it’s not like your just meeting him. Brushing them to one side, the lifts doors opened to Elvis’ floor. You hadn’t even reached his door and he opened it and came out greeting you with a smile. It’s like he could sense you coming from a mile away.

“Hiya Elvis! You sensed me coming didn’t you?” You joked nervously.

“I guess I did, come on in darlin’, I won’ be long.”

He welcomed you and you sat on his couch, the couch were you two first met, were everything started. You couldn’t get over how much things have changed in the last day. You noticed he had a record player and his LP’s beside it, you couldn’t help but have a nosey at what music the king of rock and roll liked to listen to. He liked a lot of artist that you have taken a liking to which surprised you for some reason. Deciding on a LP you like, you put it on the player and placed the needle down ever so gently letting the crackle of the LP and the song start. You always loved music, loved the way you can relate to songs and the artists just due to the lyrics, suppose it’s how you got into Elvis’ music, and of course just him full stop…

In your own little world you shut your eyes and started swaying to the music, really feeling it until you felt his large arms warp around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. He caught you by surprise which caused you to jump.

“Good choice! You ready to go?” He asked

“Yeah ready when you are.” His grip tightened slightly before he let go of you and walked you towards the door.

“So where we going?”

“This little restaurant roun’ the corner from here, how do ya feel bout Italian food?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically to his question. “I love it!”

You both walked hand in hand through the hotel and out to the back door where there was a black car waiting for the two of you, a man waiting at the driving seat already. You hadn’t met this man but you assumed he was part of Elvis ‘Memphis mafia’, you learnt his name was Lamar. Elvis opened the door for you and let you in and he got in behind you closing the door.

“You know where your goin Lamar?” Elvis asked.

“Sure do boss!” He answered cheerfully.

With that Elvis nodded to Lamar through the rear view mirror and you were off. The car ride itself was a quiet one, you were too busy looking out the window looking at all the views Las Vegas had to offer. Elvis was talking to Lamar, something business related you assumed. Yours and Elvis’ hands tangled together holding them tight.

As the car came to a stop Elvis jumped out and opened your door for you offering you his hand shutting it behind the two of you.

“The place is shut?” You asked with a confused look on your face.

“No darlin’, we’ve got it all to ourselves.”

The confusion and shock must’ve been obvious which caused Elvis to smile and giggle. After all, you weren’t used to any of this, it amazed you, that’s all.

The date overall went really well. It felt like the two of you were best friends and had been for years and this was a good and well overdue catch up. You had learnt that the two of you had a fair bit in common, a few being your music tastes, hobbies and interests. He learnt more about your family and your siblings, just your life at home in general and same with you and his family. It broke your heart listening to the stories about his mother and how he was drafted for the army. Out of instinct, whilst he was talking to you about his mum, you put your hand on his knee and squeezed gently, this earned you a loving smile from Elvis. You could hear the amount of pain in his voice even after all these years, it never gets easy loosing someone you love. He treated you like royalty, nothing was ever too much and he sat and listened to every word you said, never breaking eye contact or interest while you spoke.

It was then here when you knew you really started to like him, you wanted this to go somewhere and you’d be crushed if it never. You hoped he feels the same way.

Walking out of the restaurant and back to the car you and Elvis walked out hand in hand, he opened the car door and let you in shutting it behind you. The gentleman that he is. The conversation picked up again, like the two of you had never moved from the table except this time you had your head laying against his side and his arm around you holding you close and before you knew it yous were back at the international.

Breaking the hug, you sat up and faced him “Thanks for tonight, I really loved it. I would like for it to happen again?” You asked the last part nervously, scared of the response he might give you.

“I loved it to, it will be happening again.” He said jokingly hoping you’d see the funny side too, which you did. “But hope your not leaving me just yet, the boys are having a ‘get together’, don’ suppose you wanna join me, be my plus one?”

“Of course, I’d love to!” You said giving him a smile he returned your smile with a kiss to the back of your hand and a wink.

Arms linked, you and him walked through the hotel, Elvis not having a care in the world if anyone sees him.

“Do you not mind anyone catching you out in public? Being seen with me?”

He looked at you somewhat of a gentle confused look on his face. “Now why would I be bothered being caught with my girl?” *my girl?! I’m his girl?!that little sentence caused your heart to rocket out your chest, the sheer joy and content was oozing out of you.* “An’ well, as for my fans, I wouldn’t be where I am without them, the least I can do is acknowledge them, pictures or even if they want a signature that’s ok too.” The smile on his face as he spoke about his fans was heartwarming. He was the most genuine celebrity of this time, genuinely cares for his fans.

Opening the door to his suite, the music that they had one was deafening, it hit you all at once along with the smell of beer and any other drinks that were out. His grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, making sure that your okay and for everyone else to know that your with him.

“Sit here and I’ll go get you a drink darlin’, I’ll be right back.” you nodded and sat down and waited for him to return, you couldn’t help but eye through the crowd to try and find your best friend Jerry. Eventually you found him over in the corner with a few other men, he was clearly a good few drinks ahead of you and he was having a right good time, you smiled at him. ‘He won’t live this down if he does anything stupid’ you think to yourself.

You were snapped out of your train of thoughts when Elvis came back over to you, a drink in each hand. “Vodka and coke?” He said handing it you. You never even told him what drink you wanted, he remembered from the first time the two of you met. That feels like ages ago.

“Awh my favourite! How did you know!?” You said shouting over the music to him so he could hear you.

“Oh well, i can’t be tellin’ ya that now can I?” He replied with a wink and a cheeky smile.

As he spoke with the men you were never too far behind him. Standing there listening to their conversations and laughing when you felt like it was right. Obviously you joined in on the conversations as much as possible but you never knew anyone so it was slightly awkward, the drinks will help with that awkwardness you’d soon find out.

You and him had joined the party around 9pm and it was now ticking onto 1am, at this point you were tipsy to say the least and were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Dancing… we’ll happily swaying and swinging your arms when your favourite songs came on and attempted to sing. Elvis never drank. He was too busy making sure that you were okay. It came to one point of the night where Jerry had found you and had Charlie tagging behind him. The three of you were drunk dancing on some table. Deep down you knew that getting up there was a bad idea due to how little balance you had, the shoes never helped neither. But you got up anyway.

The three of yous were having the best time, with how tipsy you were you or Jerry never realised how close Charlie was getting to you, or how he looked at you, his eyes lingered where they shouldn’t. Elvis noticed though, his eyes went dark with frustration and anger while he was sitting in the corner, deciding to stay quiet and give Charlie the benefit of the doubt.

“You look pretty tonight y/n!” He said but you never heard what he said so naturally you got closer to him closing the distance so that you could hear him better. He repeated and you mouthed a “thank you” to him with a small smile and you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. This was just something that you do with your friends when you are drunk, there was never no harm in it but Charlie seen this as his green light. His hand lingered a little too long on the back of your forearm and travelled down to your arse. At this point, Elvis was fuming. He stormed up and out of that chair and over to you quicker than lightening. As he reached you, you had also slapped Charlie’s hand away out of instinct.

Grabbing you down and off the table he held your arm tugging you out the way as he stepped between you and Charlie who had also gotten of the table. The two men just stood there and stared for a little while, the silence was deafening. You decided to break it “Elvis it’s not wha-…” he cut you off turning around so quick to face you, his eyes dark with anger. “I’ll talk to you in a minute!” He snapped back, before you knew it Charlie was doubled over nursing the left side of his face, Elvis had punched him.

“Touch my girl like that again I swear to god you’ll regret it!!” He screamed at Charlie. Jerry was with you holding you, he could see that you were overwhelmed.

“I didn’t realise she was your girl boss, just thought she was Jerry’s friend. ” he said with a break “but she seemed as though she liked it.” He muttered the last bit. This earned another punch from Elvis, this one knocking him to the floor winded. “Get the hell outta here, all of you! It’s over!” He screamed throughout the suite. They all left one by one all listening to him, including Jerry. You were about to leave too, you didn’t think he would want to see you after all this, not until he grabbed your wrist giving you a knowing look “an’ where do you think your goin’ doll?” Your belly was doing somersaults, you’ve truly upset him and your heartbroken, it was the last thing you wanted.

As the last few people left the suite, that’s when Elvis broke the silence between the two of you. “What the hell was that all about?!!”

“I don’t know what you mea-…”

“Cut the horseshit, I seen you, the way you danced with him, the way you kissed his cheek…!”

“Oh so that’s what all this is about, your jealous, right okay! I was just being friendly!” You screamed back at him, at this point, it was safe to say you were having a heated debate with him now.

He scoffed “huh, being friendly! From where I was sitting that was a lot more than friendly!”

You decided to be the bigger person in this moment “Elvis I’m not having this argument now! I’ll see you tomorrow!” You got to the front door and opened it ever so slightly until his right hand was splayed across it slamming it shut tight again leaving you cornered between him and the door. You gulped.

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed throwing you over his lap, his right hand rested over your back, holding you still, and his left raised your dress up and just like that, he raised his hand and spanked you. “Naughty girls deserve to be taught a lesson or two.” He done this a couple of times and you started to enjoy it, you knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t help it. You had to bite your lip to hold a moan back, until it was just too much… it broke the silence. You couldn’t see his face but you knew that made him smile. “Well well well.. seems as though your likin’ this too much…?” He said letting out a little laugh.

“I’m so sorry Elvis, honest! I’d never go out of my way to upset you, I love you too mu…” your eyes wide, realising what you’ve just said so early on in a relationship. Again the silence, you hated it, you waited holding your breath. He removed his right arm and lifted you up to sit next to him on the bed.

“You love me?” He questions

That dreaded blush returns, not helping you out whatsoever “i mean, I guess… yes, yes I do!”

His eyes staring right into yours, you could easily get lost in those eyes. “I love you too y/n, I was too nervous to say anythin’ incase you didn’t feel the same.”

Some feeling just washed over you, brave? Stupidity? Love? Maybe a mix of everything but you leaned in and kissed him your hand against his cheek and he pressed you close to him and deepened the kiss. A long, heated passionate one.

He broke the kiss “well that settles that doesn’t it?” He said with his hiccuping laugh causing you to giggle with him.

“Yes guess it does. I love you Elvis.”

“I love you too y/n.”

No matter how many times you said that to him, you won’t be able to get over it, it was so true though, you fell head over heels for him the very first moment you met but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

End of part 3, hope you enjoyed. Sorry I got a bit carried away🙈. Part 4 soon…

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[elvispresley1935]

Slowly but surely…

Part II:

Summary: You had met Elvis properly for the first time since you came on the road with him and your best friend, Jerry. He’s all fixed and getting to know you more…

Sorry for the slow burn… <3

The next morning:

The sun light creeps through ur curtains, waking you. You woke up from the very little sleep you had last night. You couldn’t really settle with the evening you had, it was surreal. Despite you being on the road with Jerry and his boss for a while now. Last night was the first time either of you had seriously acknowledged one another, it was nice, he was nice.

Your little bubble was popped remembering when he had casually invited you to his midnight show tonight, let’s not forget about the getting to know you chat he dropped into the mix, not so subtly. All of a sudden you were thrown on this roller coaster full of emotions, you went from anxiety to nervous to excitement and much more, filling you to the rim with adrenaline, so much so you started to shake causing you to jump out of bed and get your head together.

You decided to get yourself together for the day, getting freshened up and dressed, you decided to go with a simple, cosy look today. A simple plain little jumper with a pair of jeans. Your hair and makeup done to just how you like it and just like that, off you went about your day.

You went to meet up with Jerry to catch him up about last night and everything that had happened since you and him had parted ways in Elvis’ suite.

Meanwhile Elvis’ POV:

He couldn’t get you out of his head for the rest of the night, he hosted the party til the very end but his head was anywhere but where it should be.

He too, didn’t get much sleep last night either. All he could think of was you, your bouncy blonde hair, your short red dress, your gorgeous blue eyes.

He had to snap himself back to reality, realising how his thoughts are ‘ridiculous’, that he doesn’t even know if you’re single or even what your favourite colour is for god sake. But he really wanted to get to know you, he needed you…

Back to y/n POV:

Your catch up with Jerry went well, you knew he wouldn’t over react, but most importantly, he listened to you. All your previous thoughts and worries had melted away. The conversation ended with Jerry saying, “y/n, calm down. Just go to the concert, you deserve to let your hair down and have some fun. And as for boss man, I’ve seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one’s looking. Look… All I’m saying is, see how it goes?” With that you took a long deep breath you never realised you were holding and nodded slowly. “Okay then Cupid, decision made. Best go and run a few errands for todays to-do list and then find an outfit for tonight.” With that you winked at Jerry as you walked away from him. You and Jerry always turn to one another when anything comes up. You trust him with your life and vice versa, after all he knows you all too well!

After finishing your to-do list for the day you arrived back at your suite and unpacked everything you had bought. Whilst unpacking you glanced at the clock on the wall that stated that it was twenty to eight. Nodding to yourself pleased, you had plenty of time and more to eat and to get yourself ready and downstairs for Elvis’ concert later.

With the advice Jerry gave you this morning and the sudden wave of boldness you apparently have, you decided to pick a short black sequin dress with long sleeves, the shoulders on the dress was slightly frilly. You decided to pair that with a nice pair of black heels and a little baby pink purse. As for your makeup, it all came off when you were in the shower anyway so you redone it, except this time you added a nice wing with your eyeliner and wasn’t shy with the mascara either. Not too much but it wasn’t your usual look neither.

With that, you were done. You headed to the living area of the suite and stood in front of the mirror there, making sure you looked okay. You stood there with your mouth slightly hanging open, you liked the results, the outfit and the makeup complimented each other. But you couldn’t believe how much you were out of your comfort zone. You could get used to this ‘new look’.

Heading for your bag on the couch, you then made a B-line to the door and started to head downstairs to the lobby of the hotel. It was booming, once the door to the lift opened, it deafened you, all the chatter and background noise, don’t even start on the heat, my god. It was amazing to see everyone all here to see the man of the hour. You stared to loose count how many times people have walked, or even barged into you whilst you were making your way through the hustle and bustle, you didn’t mind too much though as you were determined to find some sign that’ll direct you in the right way, all of a sudden you felt someone grab your arm which startled you and made you turn around in shock. There was Jerry with a smirk on his face, “wow y/n, you look stunning… uh, let’s get you to were you should be huh?” Linking arms, Jerry took you through the crowd and up to some door guarded by a security guard, which greeted jerry by nodding his head to him and he let us through. Breaking the silence between the two of you, “you know, you shouldn’t jump up on me like that, you’ve seen how bad I react to surprises.” Causing a giggle out of both yourself and Jerry. Knowing how full well that it’s too true! “Yes that’s a very good point, noted!”

When at your seat, Jerry asked, his lips near your ear, “what would you like to drink? It’s on me!” “Are you sure?” You asked, he replied giving you that stern look of his implying yes. “Ahh go on then, double vodka and coke please Jer, thank you!” There you are in your booth, alone. You couldn’t get over the view, you were more than excited. You weren’t right next to the stage but you were close enough that you could see just fine. “Here’s your drink y/n, I’ve gotta go backstage and help out but I’ll see you later to bring you upstairs!” “Okay no worries Jer, see you later!”

The lights dimmed and the music roared throughout the showroom, as the curtain slowly raised, there he was. Elvis stood there in the middle of the stage, he had this white jumpsuit on, it looked like it had little metal rings down the side of his jumpsuit, he had a matching belt too. His jumpsuit was open half way so you could see most of his chest and a guitar thrown over his shoulder. He looked incredible. The girls all around went wild, all getting up from the seats and coming down to the front of the stage. He opened the concert with ‘that’s alright mama’ strumming away at the guitar, you could tell he was nervous how he kept shaking his leg. Whilst all the girls were at the front desperate to grab his attention, you stayed seated in your booth. You couldn’t help but blush every time he looked over at you and winked following that cheeky smile. (You were surprised he could even find you in the crowd). It definitely didn’t help the pooling that was happening down south.

The concert was going well, Elvis was singing his classic songs and some of his new ones all the while, cracking jokes with the audience and joking his band. But before you knew it, he was singing ‘can’t help falling in love’ and Jerry was behind you, “you ready?” He said. You nodded your head, giving Elvis one more smile since he was looking your way. Jerry had managed to get up to Elvis’ suite, you two were the first ones there and you made your self comfortable on the nearest couch, resting your poor sore feet. “These bloody heels, bad choice!” You giggle nervously. “I’m not surprised, I don’t know how you haven’t fell in those yet, we all know how clumsy you are.” He gave you another drink whilst saying this and you swatted his arm playfully after his little comment.

The door to Elvis’ suite swung open, everyone was here. They all walked in all the while joking about something, in the mix of them all there was Elvis. All sweaty, his hair so damp with sweat it stuck to his forehead, a towel draped over his neck and with a smile on his face. You couldn’t take your eyes of him, he was stunning. You knew you were starting to feel something for him, that was evident from before…

It took a while for him to spot you but as soon as he did he broke the conversation he was having and made his way over to you on the couch. “Glad you made it honey” he said as he sat down next to you and greeted you with a hug. “Thanks for having me and inviting me up here. The concert, it was amazing, you were amazing!!”

“Thank you, glad you enjoyed. You look stunnin’ y/n.” He placed his hand over yours which was resting on your knee, all the while never breaking eye contact with you. You couldn’t quite get over the fact that THE Elvis Presley was looking at you the way he was, never mind talking to you. Bringing yourself back to reality you thanked him for his compliment all the while your cheeks were burning up and your feelings were too obvious for your liking.

With that famous lopsided grin of his, he stood up from the couch and offered you his hand to stand with him. “Let’s get you another drink huh? Seems as though you’ve ran out?” He said motioning to your empty glass on the side table. After taking his hand to stand, he guided you to the table with all the drinks on, his hand never leaving the small of your back, guiding you. “What would you like?” He asked

“You got a vodka and coke?”

“Yes we sure do”

“Great” you said with a smirk, “make that a double then please, if it’s not too much trouble?”

Handing you your drink, “nothings ever too much trouble” he stated. You realised that you had been staring at his glistening chest a little too long now and he knew it. You quickly looked elsewhere as if that will help you…

“So, you obviously know everything about me, considering your ‘one of my biggest fans’” he said jokingly quoting what you had said on your first meeting with him. You smiled bashfully and that terrible blush came crawling across your cheeks again, you couldn’t hold eye contact with him after that, the sheer embarrassment made you cringe from the inside out.

“Hey now, I was jus’ jokin’ with ya. All jokes aside, I would love to get to know you more.” He put his index finger under your chin and lifted your head up so you were looking at one another. “Honest” he said almost a whisper. His eyes darting from your eyes to your lips and back up.

“Well, I have two sisters, small age gap between the three of us. I’m from a small city in England but moved over to the States when I was young and that’s when I met Jerry. Haven’t been able to shake him off since…” this caused you and Elvis to giggle. “Sorry, I didn’t know how deep you wanted me to go.”

“Now don’t you go apologisin’, there’s no need. I’d would love to go to England one day.” He was happy he was getting to know you but there was this saddened look in his eyes, “with all the tourin’ and work I can’t do much, I’d love to tour the whole of Europe one day.” You could see how he seemed disappointed therefore without even realising. You grabbed his hand and rubbed small circles over the back of his hand with your thumb saying “one day, I’ll take you to England and we can see the whole of Europe together, it’ll be a right laugh!”

You never realised what you had done or how close you two had seemed to have gotten to one another since you started talking. Not until he looked down at your hands, entangled together then back up at you. ‘Shit, what’ve I done that for, well done y/n you thought to yourself.’ You jumped back and removed your hand from his, an apologetic look on your face. No words needed to show how sorry you were. In all honesty, you were all about ready for him to walk away and not bother with you again, not until his lips met yours in a slow, passionate and tender kiss. Your eyes widened with shock, it took you a minute to realise what happened. ‘Oh my god’ was all you could think, eventually you went and kissed him back. You knew that he knew how to kiss, I mean it’s Elvis Presley. But his kisses were incredible. At one point he decided to ever so slightly bite your lip causing you to moan and open your mouth letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. It’s like he couldn’t get enough of you, one of his hands were on the small of your back pressing you against him and the other was cupping your cheek, the two of you had forgotten that you were in the middle of a room with about a couple dozen people in.

Breaking the kiss, he looked up at you, lust and affection in his eyes, he offered you his hand and you took it. You had a rough idea where this was going to end, you weren’t as innocent as you like to let on.

Pulling you along behind him, it’s like he couldn’t wait to get where he was going quick enough. He reached this room and let you in first, never letting go of your hand. He pushed the door shut with his foot and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck leaving open mouthed kisses along your skin, “jump” he murmured. So you did, he caught you on the way down, his hands now cupping your arse and your legs wrapped around his waist, never breaking the kisses along your neck. He made his way over to his bed and he lowered you gently placed you on it, shimmying down the bed he followed you and climbed on top of you, his weight pinning you to the mattress. His hand snaked underneath you and pulled down the zip of your dress, before you knew it the dress was in a heap somewhere on the floor, leaving you in just your underwear. You couldn’t believe this was happening, he looked down at you hungrily, admiring everything about you.

He started to shower you with kisses again, starting from your shoulders and all the way down. Your back arched wanting more of him, for him to leave his mark on you, his left hand was splayed on the sheets beside your head and his right hand worked it’s way down to your pussy. Pushing the fabric to the side as he made contact with your clit, the friction caused you to cover your mouth with your hand, muffling your moans. Reaching for your wrist he removed your hand, “don’t hide it… I wanna hear you moan” he demanded with his eyes still dark with lust for you.

He was getting you ready for him. His thumb on your clit, his fingers sliding easily in and out of you. You only found it fair for you to grab hold of the zip on his jumpsuit he still had one from the show and tug it down his shoulders and his body, leaving him in well, nothing.

The two of you were laying on his bed, your head resting on his chest, his arm around you holding you close. Both of your legs tangled together with only a thin sheet to cover the pair of you. You were happy, you couldn’t believe that he has taken a liking to you, the thought of this becoming a reality was nothing but a dream a couple of days ago, but you’d love nothing more now… but you couldn’t help but think that this could be a one time thing. After all, he is Elvis Presley and he has hundreds of woman throwing themselves at his feet everyday. You didn’t like to be the one to ruin the moment, especially the intimate ones. But these doubts where eating away at you and you needed to know.

“Elvis?”

“Mhmm” he replied.

“I loved tonight, like really loved it and I would love for it to happen again…”

“So would I, I think I really like you y/n” he agreed cutting you off mid-sentence.

“… but I don’t want to be a one time thing, or something on the side even?”

This caused him to sit up bringing you up with him, his index finger and thumb grabbing your chin so you were looking at him.

“I would never do that to you darlin’, I promise. If we were to get serious… you would be my world, my everything ya hear? In fact, how’d you feel ‘bout a date at some point mhmm?”

You were smiling from ear to ear after hearing what he had just said. “Yes I would love that, would love it a lot!” He sealed the deal with a kiss.

“But tonight you stay with me, here in this bed. What you say?”

Shaking your head enthusiastically, you both laid back down and his arm snaked around you holding you close. You couldn’t help but feel excited, thinking about your possible future with him in it. Your mind and heart was going a mile an hour.

It’s safe to say it’s the happiest you’ve been in a long while and you can’t wait to see what the next few days have in store for you…

Part III coming soon, hope this was okay for you and you enjoyed!!💗

#50s elvis #elvis #elvis the king #elvisaaronpresley #austin butler elvis #my fic #elvis fic #slowly but surely

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Slowly but surely…<3

Based loosely around anytime after the comeback special to the mid 70’s Elvis.

You are the childhood best friend with one of the members of Elvis’ Memphis Mafia, Jerry.

Jerry invites you on the road with him…

Priscilla doesn’t exist in this!

Hope you enjoy, part 2 on its way soon! <3

Despite this being your first time on the road you were enjoying it, a lot. Granted, this new lifestyle takes a lot of getting used to, the late get ups, late nights, partying and drinking. You feel like you’ve missed out on a lot when it comes to enjoying yourself, you’ve always been too focused on work, but before that was your education. You felt like you owed it to yourself.

You remember the day when your best friend called you one afternoon…

*the phone rang out in the office and you answered. “Hello this is y/n spea…” before you even got chance to finish your sentence, your best friend Jerry was on the other end. “Hey, look y/n, you know how I work for Elvis and all?” “Yes, what’s wrong, everything okay?” You questioned carefully. There was a break in him speaking, you could tell whatever he was about to say was somewhat making him nervous. A small smile started to form on your lips. “Well, I was wondering if you would like to come join us on the road, only thing is, it’s six months long…? What’d you say? I’d love to have you there?” Now you were the nervous one, you would love to, god, you’d jump at the opportunity, to be with your best friend and to meet THE Elvis Presley, in the flesh, but your work, home and parents came flooding to you. “Hello y/n, you still there? What you thinkin?” Jerry said breaking the silence, also breaking you from your spiralling thoughts. “Aw what the hell hey, people always say I need to ‘lighten’ up’. This place will fall apart without me anyways, when do we leave!?”

With that being said, the two of yous sorted all the arrangements out and hung the phone up. The rest of the working day couldn’t come to an end fast enough if it tried, once the clock struck 5pm, you were gone. You had just over an hour to get six months worth of your belongings into a few suitcases, which you initially thought it was impossible to do so, but you managed.

With a knock on the door, you hurriedly unlocked it and let Jerry in wrapping him in a massive hug, squeezing your arms around his neck tight. Your nerves were getting the better of you, but it was all excitement, no doubt in sight, after all, you needed to let your hair down and have some fun, you deserve it. “Ready to go?” Jerry asked with a huge smile pulling at his face. You nodded quickly and picked as many bags up as you can. “Jesus y/n, you’d think you were going away for months with all these bags…” Jerry said sarcastically whilst looking at you with knowing eyes.*

With that thought you were snapped back to the land of the living when Jerry came and stood on the outside balcony with you, nudging you with his elbow against yours. “Hello earth to y/n… anyone home?” “Yes, hey jer, I’m fine, just reminiscing… apparently. Best decision I made!” You both giggled to yourselves overlooking the Las Vegas skyline, it was so pretty, all the twinkling lights, the noises from down below. It was safe to say it was completely different from home.

“Hey y/n we’ve all got to go get ready for another show but how do you fancy meeting us at the after party at EP’s suite, you know actually showing up to a party every once in a while won’t hurt you yeno…” Jerry taunted as he said this. “Sure, I don’t see why not, I’ll see you there then!” And with that being said Jerry was called away to help out kissing you on the cheek on the way past.

Since you were going to the after party you had plenty of time to kill, two shows worth of time, so you went shopping for a new outfit! It was the only right thing to do, right?! After strolling throughout all the shops in Las Vegas’, you finally found this cute little dress shop. It varied from long dresses, short ones, long sleeved or short, off the shoulders, even frilly. You name it, they were all there. You stumbled into the changing rooms with as many different outfits you could carry, trying each one on to make sure they suited you. What felt like hours you finally decided to settle on this tight fitted red off one of the shoulder strapped dress. You felt confident in it. You placed the unwanted dresses over to where you found them and wandered over to the till to make the payment. “Is there anything else I can get you today?” The employee asked cheerily. “No, that’s it tha… actually yeno that little black blazer, I’ll have that too please.”

Back at your hotel room you decide to get ahead of the time and start getting ready for the after party. After your shower you stood in your bathroom, thinking about your outfit, the after party, and of course Elvis Presley. You’ve been to one of his after parties before so you knew what was going to happen, but he has never spoke to you, he’s seen you but that’s as far as it goes.

You shake the silly thoughts out of your head, you’ve been a fan of Elvis’ your whole life, his music, his films, everything. You’ve always had a soft spot for him, like every other girl out there. Except the only difference is that you get to go to the parties that he hosts. Plus, your here with your best friend. Not to have a moment over his boss.

You done your hair and make up just the way you like it, your hair loosely curled and a face of make up, to finish the look, you had a smokey black eye shadow and eyeliner situation to match your blazer and heels. Some blonde strands of your hair fell in front of your face, to be honest, you never go all out like this so looking in the mirror at yourself was strange.

“Y/n, are you ready?” Jerry said casually just letting himself into your hotel room, forgetting that he had helped himself to a copy of your room key. “Good job isn’t it eh Jer! When people like yourselves just come barging right in.” You say laughing at him. He stops dead in his tracks and falls silent, “you look stunning y/n, seriously.” You blush at this but can’t help but say “thank you Jer, you ain’t too bad looking yourself.” “Come on, let’s go, otherwise we’ll be the last ones to join… again.”

When the lift doors open to the top floor, you could instantly hear the music, laughing, talking. Jerry was probably right, we are the last ones to join again. You and Jerry entered the suite together but parted ways soon afterwards, leaving you to mingle and get to know anyone or even everyone. You learnt that there was another person in Elvis’ mafia named Charlie, he seemed lovely but was already way beyond tipsy and had already wanted to start to get to know you. Asking questions like how you know Jerry, how long, where you’re from.

And that was the moment that Elvis decided to get to know you…

While in mid sentence, Charlie stopped and started to rub the back of his head. Someone had threw something at him. While turning round to see who could be the culprit, you and Charlie were met by his oceanic blue eyes and that gorgeous lopped sided smile. “Will you leave the lil darlin’ alone Charlie, you’ve been harassing her for the past hour.” Said Elvis as he slowly strides over to you and Charlie. “She knows Jerry, been friends with him for years… grew up in the same home town and all…” he trailed off “and she’s really pretty” this you blushed at and smiled gently. “I know this Charlie, and any friend of Jerry’s is a friend of mine too. She is downright gorgeous, not just pretty.” Elvis looked at you while saying the second half of his sentence. Looking you up and down, he had that twinkle in his eyes. “Now Charlie, go do us all a favour will ya and go and find someone else to talk to…”

You couldn’t quite get over the power that he had over his people, how they all listened to him, respected him. They all respected each other. This left you standing in place with Elvis, watching Charlie walk away. “Now, let’s go get you another drink shall we?” holding his hand out for you to grab, leading you to the bar. This was surreal for you, you had dreamed this day a hundred times over, to be in the same room as Elvis Presley, but for him to be talking to you, getting you a drink, it was definitely the icing on the cake.

“So, now you have your drink, what is your name honey and how do you know Jerry?” He asked “Well, my name is y/n and I’ve been Jerry’s friend since we were children. We’ve always been real close, no secrets, nothing. But that’s all we are friends. And when he asked me to come on the road with him, and yourself of course, I couldn’t say no. I’m like ur bigg…” you had realised that you have just been ranting your whole life story to Elvis. You were so embarrassed that your cheeks had started to become the same colour as your dress and you couldn’t hold eye contact with him. But when you did, you noticed he was fully into what you were saying, hanging of every last word you said and he was wearing his trademark looped sided grin that was in full effect at this point. “Aw nah, come on now, don’t stop there, we were getting to the good stuff.” He said jokingly. “Well… yes I’ve been a fan of yours for years. Seeing you is unbelievable.” “In a good way, I hope.” He cuts you off “yes of course it’s a good thing!”

There was this silence between the both of you, you were you just stood there taking one another in, the music from the party was still booming but it felt like yous were the only two in the suite. It was at this moment that he was realising that he liked you, like really liked you. He needed to know the whole story about you.

“I’ll tell ya what. Why don’t I get you some tickets to my next show tomorrow and then you can join me up here again and we can get to know each other some more, how about that darlin’?”

You couldn’t quite get over who you was talking to and what he was saying to you but without hesitation you agreed to everything. “That sounds amazing Mr Presley! I’ll see you tomorrow then, I best go and find Jerry and get back to my room, got a full day tomorrow.” You say with a knowing look in your eyes and a cheeky smile. “Please, call me Elvis. I’ll see you tomorrow y/n, good night!”

As you exited the suite with Jerry, little did you know that Elvis had watched you leave, eyeing you up and down from behind. It was at this moment that he knew he was in trouble and was falling deep for you. He’d get you to be his girl eventually. Slowly but surely…

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✨part 3✨

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As you stood there reminiscing about the time you had met Elvis, meeting him on the film set, when your eyes met from across the room. The sapphire blue eyes, sparkling, as his trademark smile escaped his lips, you remember never breaking the eye contact for what seemed like minutes until he had the nerve to introduce himself, like he needed an introduction! You felt that sudden urge of embarrassment thinking back to how you thought things were going to play out and if Elvis was serious about you like he claimed he was back then. Thinking back about how you dreaded having that heart to heart that was inevitable to ignore.

You were brutally awoken from your memories and day dreams from the thud of one of Elvis’ hands splayed across your behind as he spanked you. You sent him a knowing look through the mirror in his bathroom in Graceland, daring him to do it again, to see how you’d react. Instead he hugged you from behind, his arms wrapping around you, “Good Mornin’ darlin’!” His chin resting on your shoulder and his raspy morning voice mumbling down your ear. “Good morning to you too E! Did you have to grab my attention like that?” You replied to him. His boyish like grin reappeared on his face, his cheekbones in high definition as he smiled. That was his answer you didn’t need words, anyhow you should know how he works by now, you’ve been together for long enough. “Why’d ya get up baby?” He asked in a serious tone. “Well, maybe because it’s 1pm in the afternoon E, plus, I had to clean myself up before you seen me. Don’t want to scare you away!” You said this jokingly, as you put your mascara down, completing the finished look checking yourself out in the mirror with the approval nod of Elvis behind you. He let out a quite content giggle to your attempt at humour, tightening his grip around your waist and kissing your neck spontaneously.

As you broke free from his grip, you could feel him watching you intensely as you walk back to the bed to sit on the end of it to grab your tights and pulling them up your left leg slowly, elegantly, up to your thigh and repeating on your other leg. “You know I don’ like you wearin’ them, they’re hard to get off in a rush.” This was the way he chose to break the silence adding a wink to the end of his statement. You couldn’t help but giggle, knowing your cheeks were redder than ever due to the sheer heat you felt radiating off them. “Now com’on Presley, we’ve only just got up…” you smirked knowingly, knowing if he wanted his way, he’d get it. “Now that sounds like a challenge to me…. Challenge accepted!” he muttered back, slowly advancing on you. When he got to you he made eye contact and never broke it whilst he nudged your knees shut and placed his legs either side of yours. Grabbing your long blonde curls he pushes them from over your shoulder to on your back then casually proceeded to push you down on to the bed so your laying down flat on your back, your legs still hanging over the edge. “Goddamn, how do you get to be so damn pretty darlin’?” You had no response, your eyes were to busy darting from his eyes down to his lips and back up, taking in his gorgeous features, you slowly put your hands round the back of his neck, your fingers playing in his hair, causing him to bend down further. He went in to start the kiss but as you gently bit down on his marshmallow like bottom lip, his lips parted just enough for you to attempt to deepen the kiss, your tongues are now rolling and smashing into one another, the taste of him in your mouth turned you on and you wanted more and more of him.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss and got up from where he was once hovering over you, you felt cold without his warmth on top of you. He held his hand out to you, offering to help you back up to your feet. “Com’on honey, let’s go show our faces for some food at a reasonable time” he scoffed at this as he seen you glance at the clock on the bedside stand. “Reasonable time?” You scoffed back. Nonetheless, he took your hand and walked you out the room shutting the door behind you and taking you for some food from the kitchen that was still somewhat warm from the previous food sitting an hour or so ago. You noticed that it was the same as usual, though you’ve grown to love the combination. Bacon, pancakes and maple syrup.

As you were well and truly tucked in to your food, along with Elvis, when Jerry and Vernon had walked through greeting the two of yous. You replied with a warming smile while Elvis spoke with a mouth of food “morning daddy! Morning Jerry” the food swirling in his mouth like a washing machine on a spin cycle. Jerry had joined us at the table but there was a long pause before Jerry chose to break it saying “anything else you need me to sort E before we leave to go on tour?” Elvis had shot him a stern look as if telling him to shut up due to him not telling you about it yet. Your eyes widened and your chin possibly hit the table with shock, “what tour? When? Was you going to tell me ‘bout it?” All the questions flowing fully now. “Yes of course I was darlin’, s’pose i was gonna tell ya later when we were alone!” His voice heightened at the end and exaggerated on the word ‘alone’ of that sentence giving Jerry another look, which then therefore he made himself scarce leaving the two of yous to talk it out. “When was you gonna tell me Elvis, when you’re there and I’m still here?!” “Sorry baby, this isn’t how I intended it to be, of course I want ya to come, I had no intentions of goin’ without you… will you?… come with me?” Your heart was pounding in your chest with how sincere he was talking, like a little boy that had just been told off and was genuinely upset. You took one of his hands in both of yours squeezing it tight, replying with, “Yes of course I’ll come, it’ll be my first proper tour with you. I wanna experience the Elvis Presley live. When do we leave?” You asked intently. “Tonight! We leave tonight baby, hence why I was gonna ask you in a bit. Best we go upstairs and get’ta packing.”

Despite the wave of shock and excitement that came over you, yous both went upstairs to start packing. Since you had moved into Graceland, you had found yourself sharing his walk in wardrobe. He practically reorganised his room… no… his whole house for you to fit all your things in, which your are forever grateful for. You’re glad for the minute of silence that falls between you, as you glanced back to look at him, he was smiling to himself quite content with everything he had at the moment. He’d recently got rid of the colonel as his manager and replaced him with Jerry as his new appointed manager. The warmth inside you spreads within you seeing how happy Elvis is now, making the most of seeing him truly happy, it was a nice change.

Walking up the stairs of the plane, both of you were so excited, everyone around was unsure about who was actually the worst off. He held out his hand behind him as the two of you were walking up the stairs, taking your hand in his as he led the way to where he wanted to sit during the flight. He managed to pick this massive arm chair looking seat on his plane, he lowered himself to sit down, but you stood there watching him, admiring him. His legs spread wide, it was almost a teasing invitation. You must have been pouting (or even possibly drooling) at the sight of him, sitting there which caused him to turn the cornor of his lip up in to that well know, billion pound smile. No response, no signs as to what he was about to do. He grabbed your right wrist and pulled you down on top of him causing you to shriek some obscene noise that fully embarrassed you however Elvis broke out into this massive belly laugh, with the hiccup laugh kicking in, his giggle was so contagious you couldn’t help but laugh along with him even though he embarrassed you Infront of the whole of the Memphis mafia.

After all the affectionate attention you got from Elvis, you felt like the four hour flight went by quick. Between the sweet nothings being whispered in your ear and subtly, maybe even sneakily, reached your sensitive parts only he knew. Your body was like an instrument to him, preferably a guitar, learning how to strum you, and for him to get the right sounds to escape you, feeling a sense of accomplishment when he does so. The two of you totally forgot about his entourage that had joined him for his tour but you only assumed that they always found their own things to do to kill time, it was just how Elvis’ inner circle worked.

He finally tapped your thigh indicating for you to get up of him as he has something in mind. He took you into his private bedroom and the two of you are finally alone. You were taking in the room realising how gorgeous it was until Elvis nudged your shoulder grabbing your attention, his hand held out. He had what could’ve had about a few pill bottles, he picked one bottle up and shook a few little white pills out, handing them out in your direction, “take these honey”, you were a bit unsure, it must have had a worried look on your face as he seemed to read your mind “it’s okay I won’t hurt ya, there just to help you sleep.” Suppose you are quite tired and accept the offer he’s suggestion. Elvis swallowed them dry, where you couldn’t, he seen you were struggling and gone and grabbed you a glass of water. His eyes playful over your body, eyeing you up from head to toe, he pulled you gently to the bed and you laid there and cuddled, his smell was all together something else, a smell that his so unique to him and only him. He pulls you into the natural curves of his body, you’re back against him. Elvis being Elvis, he starts to kiss you, all the spots that excite you but it doesn’t last for long as you both loose your energy and fall asleep due to the pills you’ve both had.

You woke up half an hour or so before the plane was due to land, and as you got yourself back together in the mirror you noticed that Elvis had left bruises on your neck where he kissed you all teeth and lips, whether it was accidental or what, you don’t know. It amused you causing you to have a slight smile, you decided to cover it up with some foundation as your clothes wouldn’t cover it. You’ll be having words with him about it later, possibly even returning the favour… however come to think of it, you do faintly remember there being some sort of turbulence as yous were having a moment being affectionate.

When the plane finally touched down in Nevada, Texas you had to grip Elvis’ hand due to you being a slight nervous flyer. *The being in the air itself is fine, it was the taking off and landing that frightened you, possibly even the turbulence* while your other hand gripped the chairs arm rest so tight your knuckles had gone white with the sheer pressure. Elvis noticed how on edge you were, he responded to this by stopping what he was doin to wrap his arm around you and pulling you in close, letting you know that he knows and subtly telling you you’re going to be fine, absolutely fine.

After this it was all like a whirlwind, it all seemed to happen so quick. Walking down the planes stairs, climbing into the big black limo with Elvis getting in beside you, you pressed up against the far window, then being escorted through the international hotel from the delivery point so that all prying eyes were away from Elvis. You felt like you had only just landed but no… here you are unpacking in your new home from home up on the highest floor in the international, big windows from start to finish on one wall somewhat displaying the vegas skyline, the sun beams glimmering of the windows on adjacent buildings. It took your breath away seeing this view while you unpacked, you had never been to Texas before and so far it’s such a beautiful place. Despite taking in the beautiful sight of vegas’ skyline, you wondered how Elvis got into the swing of this routine watching him eagerly go about his business. He stopped doing what he was doing, “S’whats the matter honey?” You hear him calling out, you turn round to see him standing there with a concerned loving look in his eyes. “Oh nothing, I’m fine. Just taking in the beautiful view infront of me…” you paused *knowing how cheesy this is going to sound* “and as for vegas, well that’s beautiful too!” You added. You could see the redness on his cheeks brighten as he struggled to string a sentence together, “is that so huh? Not as gorgeous as the view I’ve got!” The boyish grin returning to his face once again.

Both blushing and the fire starting back up within your pit, Elvis took this opportunity to launch at you, picking you up, the cold metal rings on your behind, as he picked you up and playfully threw you to the bed. You hit the bed with a shriek “Elvis!…” you said laughing propping yourself up on your elbows to see him. “It’s only fair to christen our new bed don’ ya thin’ honey, ‘specially when ya talk to me like that, I can’t help myself!” You didn’t say anything in return, you didn’t know what to say. So you pushed yourself up the bed so your head was propped up on the headboard, what you never realised was that you had you knees up, practically underneath your chin (and with the short dress you decided to wear this morning) Elvis could see everything… Everything. You seen him biting his bottom marshmallow like lip, before he suddenly grabbed your ankles and pulled you back down towards him putting your legs over his shoulders before you knew it you could feel his long elegant fingers dancing round your waist band before pulling them off, you heard them rip as he pulled them off you and throwing them to one side. “E! I only brought enough to last me, I don’t wanna have to go a day or two without any!” You said interrupting him, he raised his head ever so slightly to look up at you through those long dark eye lashes, he replied with his smile which you could feel as well as see, “Well darlin’ wouldn’t that be such a shame?” He winked whilst saying this with his boyish grin too!

He carried on as if never interrupted, he was soon to find out how wet you were for him this within itself aroused him and yourself all the more. “Damn woman, I’ve hardly done not’in yet, your soaked!” He mumbled against you. You didn’t have chance to respond before he was running his fingers over you and his tongue deep within you, no warning just straight in, between you swivelling your hips and arching your back towards the bed due to the sheer emotions you was feeling. This was causing him to reach deeper and hitting the little bundle of nerves you never knew existed, you could feel his hands tighten on your thighs to still you. You are sure you have just seen stars and having to grip the bedding beneath just to keep yourself grounded. It felt as though yous had been there for hours, both of yous in the middle of that pleasure feeling yous both craved so much.

Once the bliss was over he climbed up the bed and sat beside you, sitting up right looking at you. After taking in your beauty, he took his gold Elvis bracelet of his left wrist and grabbed ahold of your right one, placing the bracelet on you. “I’ve got to get ready soon for the show baby, but I want you to have this so that people know who you belong to ya’know, so they know your mine, you’re off limits to anyone and everyone!” He said sternly but jokingly at the same time. You just nodded back in return, in awe of the man sitting in front of you. You also hated how this turned you on so much, seeing his possessive and dominant side come into play when he’s with you, or talks about you.

As if the last hour never happened yous got up off the bed and decided to carefully pick out what make-up and clothes you’re wearing tonight, you picked the short black mini dress covered in sequins and matched that with a cute pair of small black block heels and a cute baby pink clutch bag. You hoped that this got the reaction out of him that you were planning for…

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✨Part 2✨

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*it’s been a week a couple days since the last part*

The sudden uproar of celebration from the cast members startled you from what you were doing. You realised that the perfectionist of a director had shouted cut for the final time! *you yourself was happy to hear the cast members cheer and glad this long and hot process is coming to an end, although nervous at the same time as you are scared that when everything goes back to normal Elvis will forget about you, carry on as such. This thought has been circling your mind for a while now, you’ve always brushed it off and carried on. “oh will you behave yourself! It’s only a fling” you mutter to yourself angrily “I wasn’t expecting anything to come out of this anyways, you had only met him due to your job opportunity” you continued. This was your attempt to make yourself feel better although it never truly worked. Although no matter how hard you avoided the conversation, you knew you had to have it at one point.*

Since the up roar of noise, Elvis hadn’t been back to the trailer to see you so you had assumed that he was out with some of the lads celebrating, which was fine with you. You pottered around your home from home and started to put all your things away neat and tidy, you went along mumbling to yourself, “oh put this in here with that” and “don’t forget to pick that up tomorrow.” *you were always one to have a tendency to think out loud while doing something, you’d guess some would say it had became a bad habit at this point.*

You heard the door click open and hear Elvis come through the door *after him struggling with the door, almost falling into the trailer*. You peered your head around the door frame to see him this made you smirk. You see him stood there in the door way, almost quite elegant, if he hadn’t almost just fell through the door, with his trademark smile beaming from ear to ear. That smile within itself felt like it warmed you from the inside out and you couldn’t help but welcome him with open arms.

He accepted your invitation and wrapped his arms round your waist and squeezed you tightly in a hug, your nose was somewhat squashed upon his chest, his chest hairs tickling your nose. He decided it would be a good idea to pick you up and spin yous both round in a circle due to sheer excitement and happiness he was feeling, not until yous both ended up laughing hysterically on the couch were you both landed after stumbling.

You removed yourself from his grasp and looked directly into his sapphire blue eyes. “congratulations!! You said to him. “I can see how happy you are, do you have any ideas on how you want to celebrate?” You asked. The boyish grinned he owned faded slightly but still remained as he took you all in. “S’pose I have a few ideas lil’ one.” He whispered with a wink, resting his chin on your shoulders going in to kiss your neck. *you knew exactly what he was hinting at but you decided to play dumb.* “oh yea and what’s that?” You taunted. He smothered you with kisses starting from your neck, peppering it with little nibbles too where he pinches pieces of your skin between his teeth. Both his hands were occupied upon your body, his left cupping the left side of your face, your cheek resting in his palm, and his right hand playing at the hem of your t-shirt you had on.

*After what felt like hours of him showing you his way of celebrating, he moved his left hand down to join his right one to grab ahold of your t-shirt and pull it up over your head. Without even realising, you lifted your hands above your head to help him take it off you.* “Now my turn!” You stated, pulling him closer to you. You start by taking his top off too having his bare chest infront of you had your heart fluttering. You started to place kisses from his left shoulder to his right, *at one point you’re sure you kissed his Adam’s apple, which of course sent him howling* at times rolling your tongue against his skin, slowly working your way down to his tummy, which sent him into a load of “fucckkkk” and “oh fucccckk lil’ one.” Each of his groans and moan getting stuck in his throat. After you had ‘you turn’ as such, there was a slight break between the two of yous where you both stared at each other in complete awe and contentment. Eventually, he carried on by placed his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you down on the couch so that he was now hovering over you, you are now just in your jeans and your bra. He had a devilish look in his eyes, scanning your body eagerly, “my god honey, I could eat you all up here and now.” Your return to that was to slap his forearm playfully while he still hovered above you, both of his hands either side of your chest. After a few seconds, he buried one of his hands in your bra and began to massage (also an additional kiss here and there too) your breast which therefore sent you into a rollercoaster of emotions and that fire like pit of yours started to expand and grow. “What’s stopping you?” You eventually asked somewhat breathlessly.

“cus I’ve got a lil’ party to go and I’d like you to come too.”

“Since when? Where? Who?” all the questions started to fly out your mouth

“Ah no where special but sure would like it if you could come along too?” You didn’t even hesitate to think before answering him. “Yes of course I’ll come!”

You and Elvis stood at the door where the madness beholds, he could tell you were slightly nervous, he let you know you were okay by putting his arm over your shoulder and pulled you in tight. He knew that he has never actually properly introduced you to his friends and cast members, they only knew you as the make-up artist and by any means, now was the time to do so.

The sound of people cheering, laughing and talking was deafening. And as we walked through the room the crowd parted, we ended up in the kitchen talking to one of Elvis’ friend, his name was Charlie. Charlie himself was really nice, really friendly, just like the rest of Elvis’ gang in fact. Elvis never noticed this man that kept looking you and up and down whilst smiling, but you did, to the point where he creeped you out. Regardless of this man *thinking that he looked familiar* you chose to ignore as Elvis carried on to introduce you to the sweet inspirations now, “Heyy girls, I’d like you to meet my girl!” He bellowed across the room to grab their attention, the way he said “my girl” you’re sure he emphasised on the “my” on purpose, but it made you feel things, butterflies one would say.

Busy getting to know the sweet inspirations, Elvis had left your side as his attention was parted elsewhere. The girls were telling you about all sorts of stories they had gathered over the years whilst on tour, about them and then about Elvis himself. *although you thought back to when you were nervous stood behind that door half an hour ago, all them fears have melted away knowing that everyone accepted and likes you, maybe one person looked too friendly…*

You excused yourself from the sweet inspirations as polite as possible, you went to the table to top up your drink, “why hello there?!” This low voice echoed behind you. “Hi, and I s’pose you have some funny stories to tell too?” You replied to this man calmly knowing full well it was the same man that was watching you before. You turned round to him to face him, you had to, to remain polite. His speech was slurred and his eyes were bloodshot, you could tell he was drunk. “Huh, no… I just seen you and I couldn’t resist.” His hands started to dance over your dress. *Without a doubt this made you uncomfortable and you decided to turn slowly and walk backwards, only to send you into the corner, he was still advancing on you with every step*. Desperately looking over his shoulder to grab someone’s attention as he spoke to you, you had no idea what he was saying, no clue at all. Just shook or nod your head and pretended to listen. *you truly knew it was game over when his fingers started to twirl your hair and when he leant in for a kiss, his breath reeked of whiskey, and a lot of it.* “Stop… Stop it, leave me alone!” You started to shout purposely making a scene so Elvis would hear, who was still completely unaware of your situation… up until now anyway. Thumping footsteps came up behind the man, “Get your filthy goddamn fuckin’ hands off my girl!!” The man got thrown backwards with such force that he stumbled back almost falling, struggling to get his balance. “I don’t know who da fuck you are or how you got up here but if I see you near her again…” pointing to you, shaking with adrenaline and anger “… I swear to god man, you’ll be sorry!!”

This made a scene and everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you, your vision blurred from the tears you were holding back, humiliated you ran over to the bathroom and shut the door tight, only to find Elvis let himself in and shutting and locking the door behind him, he found you hovering over the sink looking at your own reflection. You noticed his eyes still darkened with anger but seen the sadness in yours, the tears rolling down your face now… “sorry” you said quietly “What are you sorry for lil’ one, he was the one being the creep.” He replied in a comforting way. “Well… I recognised him earlier, he’s my ex from years ago… he wasn’t a very nice man then, obviously he still isn’t.” Elvis had no words, instead he held out his hands and offered you a long, tight, comforting hug kissing the top of your head letting you know your okay, to let all your tears go now. He said this without actually saying a word, he seemed to be good at that. “You want me take you back home?” He eventually whispered low back to you. Your face pressed against his chest, you shook your head “yes please” you replied choking back on a sob.

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✨part 1✨

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It’s a hot summers day middle of June 1969, on set to trouble with girls’:

You gaze at the clock on the wall wondering what time is was, feeling like all the days have rolled into one for the last couple weeks… the clock stated that it was 6:50am. You continued to stroll through your work trailer setting out all your equipment that you may need for the day ahead, *eyes still half shut from being so sleep deprived recently*. You automatically, without even realising you turn the Air con on due to the extreme heat in this mini heatwave that the whole of Hollywood is dealing with. Between the tiredness, the exhaustion & the heat, the sweat is trickling down your forehead, you wipe it away with the back of your hand determined to just plod on through the day.

Some time had passed at this point and you could hear the commotion of the cast members acting out their parts, only until you hear the screaming of the director screeching the word “CUT!!” and “CUT!! It’s really not that hard Mr Presley!” As you heard that sentence flow out the directors mouth *so easily may I add as if not realising who he was talking to* you cringed a little to think about how many times he has said it and to only imagine how frustrated all the cast members must be now, and the extreme heat adding fuel to this fire. You heard all this through the open window of your trailer that you were sitting by, therefore you shut it as quietly as you possibly could so that no one would notice.

To distract yourself you padded over to your record player and decided to play one of your favourite songs at the time, lawdy, miss clawdy. It was only a matter of minutes before you heard the trailer door swing open with such force and aggression that it made you jump, never mind the mirror that was shaking on the adjacent wall, which therefore causing you to spin around to see what the kerfuffle was. There you seen Elvis, his tall, shadow like silhouette stood in the door way blocking out the sun light. You couldn’t see his facial expressions clearly as of yet but you know he was beyond frustrated, possibly even angry due to his stance and his chest heaving with disgust.

You both stood there, frozen, debating what your next move might be. Elvis came in cursing about the director, slamming the door shut behind him with sheer force, swearing like a sailor about how the director had spoken to him, “that stupid sonovabitch, talking to me like that, who da fuck does he think he’s talking to I don’t know!! ‘Spose he must think that it’s my first rodeo on a damn film set!!… Oh how wrong he is!” After his outburst the trailer fell silent, it was awkwardly silent, like walking on egg shells trying to figure out your best move was to comfort him. His gorgeous deep sapphire eyes, were darkened with anger as you looked into them at this point.

“What’s happened babe?” You questioned. You somewhat debated if this was the right path to take to help him out but it’s too late now, you’ve already started walking, well and truly past the point of no return now. “That sonovabitch telling me how to act like I don’t already have a loadda movies behind me, I don’t even like the fuckin’ script anyway!!” He bellowed back at you. *You were a bit taken back at his response to you, not expecting him to shout at you*. He realised that he shouldn’t have responded to you like that due to the fact that you have turned your back to him and wiping away that lonesome tear rolling down your right cheek, trying your best to be discreet.

*god you felt like a right baby, getting all emotional over nothing, “get it together quick you big baby” you muttered to yourself under your breath so that Elvis never heard* Trying to compose yourself, you heard Elvis’ footsteps coming up behind you knowing full well he’s upset you. His big hands on your tummy hugging you from behind in a tightly squeezed bear hug, you could feel the hard, cold metal of his rings above your abdomen which caused you to shudder in his arms. He squeezed you tight, burying his head in the crook of your neck. His low voice echoing in your right ear.

“I’m sorry honey, I never meant to upset you, honest. My temper got away from me- again.” You scoffed at this and let out a small smile “again?!” You said, he laughed in return. “That damn director bein’ a fuckin’ perfectionist again, talking down to me. It’s just got me all keyed up I guess, I’m sorry…” he continued, seconds later he spun you around in his arms as he made eye contact with you, his eyes darting from your blue ocean like eyes to your lips. Soon finding his lips on your own kissing you tenderly, affectionately, whole. You forget about the whole situation and his outburst as he deepened the kiss. *you felt like you could melt in his arms right there and then*.

As the kissing stopped he held eye contact with you, the darkness in his eyes had melted away at this point and the beautiful sapphire blue eyes had returned, not to mention that he never broke eye contact as he grazed his left knuckle down the side of your face, working it’s way down from your forehead to your jawline, you instinctively laid your head against his hand. “Oh mr Presley, has any one ever told you how goddamn sexy you are when you’re all angry..?” You whispered as you broke the silence between the two of yous. “Is that so huh…?” He whispered back, his hands sliding down from your face to your butt, giving your cheeks a slight playful pinch as he cupped them and lifted you up. You responded by helping him, you jumped up and wrapped your legs round his waist, as he slowly but surely walked you through the room and placed you gently on a table opposite the main door of the trailer. He nudged your legs open, gently, with his thigh and inserted himself there. Burying his head within the crook of your neck, yet again. Peppering your neck with kisses as he worked his way down doing the same for your collarbones, and further until he discovered his conquered land, your breasts. You put all your weight on the table your sitting on and let him do his work, you threw your head back, being out of total control of your body, and your eye lashes fluttering… He knew he was getting a kick out of getting you all hot and ready to go, as you could feel his trademark crooked smile on your skin as he continued to kiss you, making you shudder with sheer electricity that you could feel building within you.

So much time had passed since Elvis had stormed into our trailer, felt like hours but turned out to only be half an hour. He stopped the affectionate attention he was giving me and looked me in the eye again, his mouth hung open as if he was going to say something, but again ended up smiling as he found your index finger on his lips as you hushed him, letting him know you don’t want to hear whatever was going to come out that pretty little mouth. He fought all his natural instincts, reluctantly and finally managed to say the sentence he’d been wanting to say for the last two minutes, “i ‘Spose that I best get back out there before the boys start to wonder s’where I am…” as he walked out the trailer, before he shut the door behind him, he murmured quietly so only you could hear what he said, “to be continued!” There he went shutting the trailer door behind him like nothing had just happened.