#elvislover

Did someone say it's Elvis Presley Day?!?

Summary: You and Elvis just can't keep yourselves away from one another.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Still in the past. Readers need to know how Elvis and Y/N got to be where they currently are in the present. Sadness, fighting.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Five!

This one is super long. I need to get y'all to the next chapter! But in order to understand the future to gotta go back in time. See what happened to "Y/N" and Elvis.

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With all your finals done, you had reasons to celebrate since you passed all your classes. Elvis is never far from your thoughts. His piercing blue eyes. His jet black hair. His sculpted features. His enticing scent. Oh and his pouty lips. Something about him set your soul a blaze. Elvis seemed like a mystery to you. You wanted more of him.

The following weekend Sandy invited you back to Graceland for the weekend party. This time they were celebrating the release of Elvis' new feature film Jailhouse Rock.

It was released earlier in the week, and you went to see it at the Memphian Theater. It was incredible. Elvis is a phenomenal actor and singer. While watching the film, you feel like you learned a little more about him. You know he wasn't as mean he was portrayed. No way. Elvis was sweeter than Vince. But she wonders about something she sees in his eyes in the film. It's similar to when she looked in Elvis' eyes the weekend before. Loss???

Jerry pulls the car up the driveway once again, and you feel your heart sink deep into stomach. The last time you didn't realize who's house this was. You were just going to a party. Now you know this is Elvis' place and your nervous to see him again, yet your excited as well. You made sure to look more presentable. You even did your makeup and painted your nails. You want to look your best for him.

When you walk in the house you don't rush looking for Elvis. You let him find you. Although, you want to tell him how much you enjoyed his flim. You realize you don't want to look to desperate. If anything, you want to start as a friend to Elvis and see where it goes. Although that kiss from last weekend has you believing otherwise.

You say hello to everyone you meet the weekend before. You grab yourself a small plate of barbecue. With your mind on eating, you don't think about anything else. But you do mind the way you eat you food. Just in case Elvis does see you, you don't want him thinking you're slob or pig.

"How's the brisket?" A voice asks you.

You look up and see Sonny smiling at you.

"Hi, Sonny," you answered. "It's delicious. Thank you for asking."

You silently question why you thanked him. He didn't cook it or bring you the plate. Nevertheless, you finish your last bite and wipe the barbecue sauce off your mouth.

"Could I throw your plate away for you?" Sonny asks.

"Oh, Sonny. You're so sweet, but I can find the trash can."

"Oh, no. It's okay. I don't mind, Y/N," Sonny says, taking the plate in from. "By the way, you're gorgeous tonight."

"Thanks, Sonny."

He walks away from you, and you use the opportunity to run out the backdoor. You take a sigh of relief even with guilt consuming your thoughts. You know Sonny could possibly have feelings for you, but your eyes are searching for another. You sit in silence for a moment then.

"Would you like a drink?" The voice says, catching your attraction.

Elvis stands in front of you with a bottle of Pepsi Cola in his hand. He offers you the bottle. You smile at him and take the bottle from him.

"Thanks," you say, taking a sip from the bottle. "I didn't hear the door."

"I didn't use the door. I walked out of the front door and made my way to the back on foot. Just... trying to escape."

"Understand wanting to get away," you say.

"Who or what are you trying to get away from, baby?" Elvis asks.

That term of endearment warms your and you feel your cheeks hear up.

"Well, no one now, but I'm a loner by nature. It just makes me appreciate the good friends and company I do get."

There's a pause between you both. Elvis sees more in you than you believe you let on.

"But, Elvis, the real question is who are you treating to get away from?" You ask him taking a long sip out of your bottle of Pepsi.

"How do you know I was running towards you?"

You gulp the remaining Pepsi that's in your mouth, and look at him in shock.

"How did you know I was back here?" You ask.

"Maybe I was watching you and I saw you scurry out the backdoor."

You finish your Pepsi. The words you could possibly say escape you. No man has ever taken your words away. He was paying attention too.

Elvis takes the bottle out if yoyr hand, placing it by the door. He offers you his hand. You hesitate for a moment then you take it. You notice how warm yet how rough his hands are.

"Let's go for a walk away from the house," Elvis tells you, guiding you away into the night.

You two walk the backyard quietly until Elvis breaks the silence.

"You said you go to UM?" He asked you.

"Yes."

"You finished this semester."

"I have. I passed all my classes."

"Congrats, baby... it's okay if I call you baby, right?"

"It's fine. I like it."

You can't believe you just admitted that to him. Elvis stops you and has you sit with him in the grass. Close enough to see the house, yet far enough from prying eyes.

"Actually, Elvis, should be congratulating you. Jailhouse Rock is phenomenal."

Elvis closes his eyes, bows and shakes his head. His smile never falters.

"It... was okay. I wish Judy was here to see it. She'd be proud."

Judy Tyler, Elvis co-star and love interest in the film. She was beautiful and talented with a bright future ahead of her. She got married right before the film started production. After the film concluded, Judy and her husband, Gregory Lafayette, died in an automobile accident in Rock River, Wyoming. She was twenty-four years old. So young and beautiful as Elvis sang at the end of the film. It made you cry.

"I'm... so sorry, Elvis," you tell him, rubbing his back.

"Me too. Nothing has ever hurt me so bad."

You don't know what comes over you, but you hug him. Elvis seemed to need some sort of comfort at the moment, and you didn't mind giving it to him. He leans into you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. He lays his head in the crook of his neck. Your heart sinks again. You are so close to him. Elvis is so easy to speak too.

"I want to do a film where I'm not singing or dancing. I wanna be like Jimmy Dean or Tony Curtis," Elvis says. "I wanna be a serious actor. Not a singer pretending to play an actor."

"Elvis, I see your talent in film. You are a serious actor," you whisper to him.

Elvis raises his head to look at you. Your faces are so close to one another. There's a fire behind his eyes. An intensity that sets your soul a blaze. He leans in to kiss you; you meet him in the middle and capture his soft lips. Somehow, it's more intense than before. Not threatening at all. Sweet. Gentle.

Elvis slowly pulls away to look at you.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N."

You blush and look away.

"Thank you, Elvis," you say.

He lifts your chin up so you're looking into his eyes. You smile at each other.

"Why so shy?" He asks you.

"I didn't hear compliments on my beauty a lot growing up. I was bullied a lot. I was never popular in school. I was the girl who kept her head in a book. Not a beauty queen," you explain.

"You are a beauty," Elvis says, kissing you on your cheek.

First he kisses your right cheek then your left cheek. He kisses your eyes then your forehead. His fingertips gently caress your face. You kiss his right palm. Never in your life has a man made you feel so beautiful, so desired, so wanted, or so ... loved.

It can't be love. It just can't be. You've only met with Elvis twice.

You think to yourself.

Whatever this is you want it to last forever. Elvis kisses your lips again then pulls away to tell you something.

"You know, I wasn't a popular guy in school either," he confesses.

"How is that possible?"

"I-I was different. I failed music. Ain't it funny? Me, a singer and I failed music?"

A wave of shock comes over you. How could this beautiful man be bullied? How could no one see the beautiful soul you're witnessing right now?

"That's... insane," you say, baffled at the notion.

"It's true. I once got cornered in the locker room by some guys. They were going to cut my hair by order of the football coach. He said it was too long."

Elvis holds you close as he tells you his story.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, thank God for Red," Elvis says, smiling. You look at the relief on his face as he plays the moment in his head.

"Red?" You question.

"Sonny's cousin. Red was my first best friend. He broke up that gang of guys and helped me."

"I'm glad he was there to help you. My god, children can be so cruel."

"Yeah," Elvis says, kissing your forehead. "Y/N, you're so easy to talk to."

"You are too, Elvis."

You both talk and make out for the rest of the night on the same patch of grass. You both lose track of time and before you know it the sunrises. Elvis offers to drive you home; you accept. You wanted more time with him. You didn't want the butterflies in your belly to go away. Not yet at least.

Elvis walks you up to your door and gives you one last kiss.

"Y/N, baby, I had fun tonight with you," Elvis whispers.

"I had fun with you, Elvis."

"I'd like to have more nights and days like that to happen between us."

"Yes," you say biting your bottom lip.

Elvis kisses you once more.

"I'll call you," Elvis says, walking back to his car.

You walk inside your house and shut the door. Leaning against door, you think about all the good things that are yet to come. You count the hours.

For the next month, you and Elvis sneak around with each other. You spend random days talking on the phone when he's out of town. You spend weekends making out with him in the backyard at Graceland.

Three weeks into your relationship with Elvis, you realize that you weren't the only one in his life. It hurt at first because the other girls, particularly the blonde Anita Wood, you deemed more gorgeous.

The night you meet Anita, she has no idea about your relationship with Elvis. Most people don't actually know and yoh haven't told Sandy that your mystery guy is Elvis.

You sneak out the backdoor once again. Not for air, but for space. You start crying.

"Baby," Elvis asks, catching your attention. "What's the matter?"

"No, Elvis," you say, moving away from him. You turn back and look at him. "Walk with me."

You move far from the house so no one sees or hears you both. You try to keep calm.

"Elvis, what is this?" You ask.

"We're together," he answers you.

"Someone called Anita your girlfriend. I thought I was your girlfriend, but maybe I'm a fool to think you could... that I could be more to you."

"Y/N, you are so much more."

You cross your arms, closing yourself off from him. Tears pouring down your face from Elvis' betrayal. You don't know how much your tears break Elvis' heart.

"She lives here with you, Elvis."

"Y/N, I care about you so deeply. You are so special to me," Elvis explains.

"Do you love me, Elvis?" You interrupt him.

Elvis looks at you. There are no words. You feel so used. So mistreated. The opposite of what you felt the past few weeks.

"Elvis, I've fallen in love with you. You aren't like the last guy I was with. But then you are. You use me to make yourself feel better."

"That!" Elvis shouts. "T-that is not true! Baby, I care about you."

"I'm leaving," you tell him, walking away from him.

How could he lead you on like that? Just when Elvis began to make you believe there were decent men in the world, he rips the rug from under you.

Before you realize it, Elvis grabs you tightly from behind.

"Baby, no. Stay. Please stay," Elvis begs you.

"Elvis, stop," you order him, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "Let me go. You don't need."

"I need you, baby. I do."

"If you care, you'll let me go."

"I care, Y/N and I'll fight for you."

Fight for me? Am I even worth of him to fight for me?

You think to yourself.

You stop fighting him. He cares enough about you to fight for you. That's enough for now, but it doesn't stop the tears from falling from your eyes. It doesn't make you the only one.

Elvis holds you tightly, and he plants kisses your neck. You fall weak under this pressure, turning around in his arms and kissing him back. He eventually lets you go and you leave Graceland.

You get home and think about the words he said to you. He cared about you. He'd fight for you. You're special to him, but does Elvis love you? You came to the conclusion that he did in his own way love you. Even when he didn't say it. When you're alone with him, he makes you feel like you're the only girl in the world who matters to him.

The next day he calls to invite you to Graceland. You're confused because there's no party going on at ten o'clock in the morning, but you go as he asked. Elvis isn't there when you arrive, but Mrs. Presley is. She invites you in with hesitation. She warm and welcoming.

"Y/N, do you drink coffee?" Mrs. Presley asks you.

"No, ma'am, I don't."

"Would you like water then?"

"A glass of water would be nice, thank you, Mrs. Presley."

"How do you survive the day without a cup of coffee?" She asks you, handing you the glass.

"The good Lord and water," you say, taking a sip.

You have Gladys laughing. Then you realize that's where Elvis gets his laughter from. You spend the rest of the day getting to know Gladys. She wants you to call her Gladys. You respect her wishes. She kind, funny, and down to Earth. All the good within Elvis is from her.

Gladys starts to cough and loses her breath. You walk her to a chair and hand her a glass of water.

"Are you okay, Gladys?" You ask, rubbing her back.

"I'll be fine. Thank you, darling," she says, taking a sip of water.

Gladys catches her breath as soon as Elvis walks into the house. She acts like nothing happened.

"Hey, ladies," Elvis says, walking up to Gladys and kissing her cheek.

"Hey, Y/N," Elvis says, kissing your cheek. "How are ya?"

"I'm well, thanks," you say.

Elvis comes home just in time for lunch. Gladys and Ms. Alberta made all his favorite: fried chicken, hoppin' John's rice, macaroni and cheese, and chocolate cake. It gave you insight into Elvis' personality and life. You were surprised that Anita wasn't present, but that made you all the more happier.

After dessert, Elvis walks you outside to your special patch of grass.

"How was your day with Mama," Elvis asks.

"Insightful," you reply. "Elvis, when a man has a woman meet his mama that's very serious. Like a future relationship serious."

"I know. I wanted you to get to know Mama, and I wanted her to get to know you."

Elvis kisses your deeply.

"E, I have some concerns about your mama," you warn him. "Before you walked in, Gladys lost her balance and her breath. She had me worried."

Elvis rolls his eyes and says, "I told her to stop drinking that damn alcohol. It's not good for her. Thank you for looking out for her."

Elvis kisses you once more, and you melt into his kisses for the rest of the afternoon.

The next few months, you two have this quiet relationship. A few people know you're with him that excludes Sandy, many of Elvis' friends, and Anita, of course. Your cordial when you go to the weekend parties. You don't go to many of the parties because you aren't fond of being the other woman.

Things begin to change when Elvis gets his draft notice in December. He knows it's his duty to serve his country, but fears for the loss of his career. The Army allows Elvis to do onr more picture before shipping him off to Germany. He calls you every night around eight oʻclock.

The movie is over. He goes to basic training. Gladys health is declining. She's in the hospital. He rushes to be by her side. Then the unthinkable happens. Gladys is gone. Elvis is beside himself with grief and so is Mr. Presley.

During the ordeal, you're present but cautious. You allow Elvis to know you're there for him as a friend, but you keep your distance. You weep with everyone and you place a rose on Gladys coffin. Before you know it he's gone.

During the two years that Elvis is in Germany, you write to him once a month. You finish school top of your class. You start working in the English department of the University of Memphis. You enjoy it and the check is amazing. You're able to help your mama with the bills and groceries and more. Life is nice even when you miss Elvis.

February 1960

One day, you and Sandy are in a Malt Shop have a sinful lunch of chicken sandwiches, fries, and milkshakes. Sandy asks if you'd ever consider seeing anyone. She know you were seeing someone, but according to you he disappeared after experiencing a death in the family. You remain silent.

"Y/N?" Sandy says, alarmed. "You won't believe who just walked in?"

"Who?" You turn and see...

"Well, hi, gorgeous. How are you?"

"Hello, Nathan."

Word Count:???

Warnings: Traveling to the past

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Four. I missed writing. I have so many ideas, but I just need to get them out.

I apologize for the delay in the new chapter. I was celebrating my birthday in Europe.

This chapter is for the purpose of understanding how the reader is in the position she is in currently. Thank you all for hanging around to see what I cook up next.

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1957

You walk out of your English class at the University of Memphis. Confident that you aced your final in spite of your broke up with Nathan. You don't crack under pressure easily. You made up your mind you were passing this semester. You passed the first three classes and now you have one more.

Sadly, your mind still drifted back to Nathan. Nathan was so sweet at first. Kind and caring. He opened the door for you and carried your books for you. Then something switched in him. You saw something dark in his soul. You had one big fight, and you were over him. You could do better then a man who called you out of your name.

You were ready to celebrate the end of the semester. You go home and clean up for the night. You knew your worth and you wanted to dance. Your mom asks you to be careful, you promise her you will, kiss her cheek and rush out the door.

You head to Beale Street where all the action is. You go inside the first club on the strip, BB King's joint. It's crowded but it's worth it. You get yourself a drink and hope you run into a friendly face. The music is incredible as always.

"Y/N?" You hear a familiar voice call your name.

You turn and see a friendly face.

"Sandy!" You get up and hug her. You haven't seen her since she went to Hawaii for her studies.

"I'm glad your back. How long are you in town?" You ask.

"For the entire summer."

"The whole summer. We should start planning our girl trips now."

"Well..." Sandy says, giving you the look.

That infamous look thet she's made plans or some sort of treat up her sleeve.

"Sandy, what did you do?" You ask.

"I met guy and he asked me to a party out on ole Highway 51. He said I could grab a friend."

"Highway 51?" You question. "That's so far."

"Come on, Y/N. It'll be fun. Unless you wanna spend time with Nathan..."

"We broke up," you blurt out. You don't even want to think about it.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"It's fine. I forgive you. In fact, a party sounds like fun. Fun I need."

"Great! Let's go!" Sandy says, grabbing your hand and yanking you towards the door.

"Sandy, wait. Do you even know this guy's name? Where he's taking us exactly?" You ask her concerned.

"The guy who invited me is n a named Jerry. It's his friend's house."

"Who's this friend?"

Sandy looks at you. Another look across her face. This look reads, "Don't spoil the surprise."

"Let's go, Sandy."

A large smile spreads across Sandy's face and she rushes you to the car that waits for you both outside. You introduce yourself to Jerry, who you notice is quite good-looking. You start wondering if his friends are as good looking as he.

Fifteen minutes later, your at the gates of an old Southern style mansion. People are blocking the gates. Many of them young girls screaming and cheer. The gates open up, and Jerry pulls the car up the curvy driveway. He parks and you all get out of the car. The is quite lively with music and laugh. The smell of Southern barbecue in the air.

You walk in the front door and the house is swarming with people like a bee hive. You can barely see the floor but you notice it's cherry red carpet. There's a grand staircase with gorgeous blus velvet curtains with gold trim. On the wall next to the curtains, hangs a portrait of a handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

With wide eyes, you swiftly turn to Sandy.

"Sandy, that's Elvis Presley on the wall," you inform her.

"Yes, it is" Sandy says without hesitation.

"This is Elvis Presley's house?"

"Yes."

You're flabbergasted. You are standing in Graceland. How did Sandy get an invitation to one of America's most eligible bachelors.

"I feel so out of place," you admit.

"Y/N, relax. Everyone's cool here. Most of the people here are his family and the other half are friends and friends of friends. Get a drink and mingle."

You take a breath, anchoring yourself to be in the moment. You're still in a dancing mood, but you need someone to dance with. The next moment, someone comes up to greet Jerry.

"Yeah, Jerry. How you been you ole son of a gun?"

"Hey, Sonny. I'm good," Jerry said, shaking his hand. "You remember Sandy and this is her friend Y/N."

Sonny looks at you awestruck, but he smiles at you and extends his hand to you. No man has truly ever looked at you like you're gorgeous.

"Hi there, I'm Sonny. West."

You shake his hand and reply, "Hi, Sonny, I'm Y/N L/N."

"You are the prettiest thing I've seen all night."

You feel your cheeks flush and you smile.

"Why, thank you."

"Sandy, you mind if I borrow your friend?" He asks.

"Sonny, you have to ask her," Sandy says.

"I'd love to," you say without hesitation. Something about Sonny seems safe. Safe enough to let go of Sandy's arm and out of your comfort zone.

"Tell me about yourself, Y/N," Sonny asks.

"Well, I'm currently in school at UM, trying to finish my English degree."

"Wow, beauty and brains."

"I try. What about you? How long have you been friends with Jerry?"

"I'm not really his friend. We're both friends with Elvis. I've knew Jerry since Elvis started allowing him to tagalong. I actually went over there to talk to you," he admitted. "From across the room your cute, but seeing you up close you are beautiful."

You shyly look down at the floor and smile.

"Wow. You sure know how to make a girl feel special. That's very sweet of you to say. Thank you."

Suddenly you feel another pair of eyes on you. You turn your head to see who's looking at you. From across the room, you see this ethereal face with captivating eyes, and a sensual presence. He smiles at you kindly, but you look back at Sonny. Sonny was kind enough to approach you and talk with you, you can be just as kind. You wanted to give him a chance. Sonny was kind and good looking. Your only minus about him was the negative comment he said about Jerry.

"Would you like to dance?" Sonny asks you.

"I..."

"Well, what do we have here, Sonny?" the man comes up to you, patting Sonny on the back.

You notice Sonny's face change when he guys walks up. It's a mixture of "Oh no", "Not again", and "Be nice" all rolled into one expression. The way Sonny rolls his eyes closed can't be missed, but the smile he plasters on his face is palpable.

"Hey, EP. I was just... mingling," Sonny says.

He looks at you. You can see the hues of his eyes. They're true blue that chills your soul, sending chills and goosebumps across your skin.

"Hi, I'm Elvis," he says gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

"It's nice to meet you Elvis, I'm Y/N," you say trying to keep your composure.

You've seen pictures of him and watched him perform of television. You've heard his voice on the radio. He had a gorgeous baritone. He can admit he was more than handsome, but to see him here face to face... he was ethereal. An unreal presence that was out of this world plus quite charming. He was so fine that your heart began to palpitate.

You gently take your hand from his, placing it back to your side.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N. Welcome to Graceland."

"Thank you. I know I came unannounced I was invited by a friend of one of your friends."

"Sandy?"

"Yes, Sandy."

"I gotta remember to thank her later," he said glance over to her. "Could I get you a drink, Y/N?" He asked.

"Actually, Sonny just asked me to dance, and I've been wanting to dance all night. Thank you though. It was sweet of you to ask."

You pull Sonny to the dance floor and start to dance. You don't realize that Elvis won't follow you there cause he doesn't dance. Not like that. His dance skills are for the stage only. You also don't realize that you made Sonny the happiest guy in the room. Most girls jump right into Elvis' arms once he works his magical charm on them, or maybe your playing hard to get. Either way, Sonny is glad you chose him. You can't deny your attraction to Elvis, but you want to give Sonny a chance.

As you dance with Sonny, you catch Elvis glancing at you. You looks you up and down, admiring God's handy work in crafting you. He smirks at you. You've never been so admired for your looks. You're a bookworm. A plain Jane. Never the beauty queen just an extra warm body, and according to your ex boyfriend... the thought stops you.

"Y/N, you okay?" Sonny asks, bringing your thoughts back to reality.

"I'm fine. I could use a drink and some air."

"I'll get you something. Anything in particular you want?"

"Umm, something cold and wet."

Sonny laughs. "We got that."

As Sonny walks away from you, you walk to the nearest door to the outside. You really needed to catch your breath after your last thought. You begin questioning why you were so overwhelmed.

The next moment you hear the door open and shut quietly. You turn and realize it's not Sonny with a Pepsi Cola bottle. You freeze in place.

"Thirsty?" Elvis says, handing you the bottle.

Reluctantly, you take from him. A smirk gracing his handsome face.

"Where's Sonny?" You ask.

"Still inside."

You turn away from him not really knowing what to say. What does a girl say to Elvis Presley? You take a sip from bottle and look at the night sky. You lean against the house quietly. Elvis follows suit. Your heart races at the proximity of being this close to him. You fixate your eyes on the sky.

"Beautiful night isn't it?" Elvis asks. "It would be prettier with a full moon."

"Yeah," you reply. "Maybe I should go find Sonny."

You try walking back into the house, but Elvis grabs your hand.

"Wait a minute," he says.

You look back at him. You are absolutely caught in his gaze.

"I-I like to get to know you better if you give me a chance, Y/N."

"Forgive me, Mr. Presley, but I..."

"Elvis. Please. My father is Mr. Presley."

"Elvis, I don't believe I'm interesting enough for you."

"Let me be the judge of that."

You both lean against the house again, staring at each other. Elvis never let's go of your hand. He caresses your hand. You don't want him to let go.

"So what's your story, honey? Where are you from?" He asks you. His voice is deep, smooth, and calm yet he has a bass to his voice.

"Well, I, huh. I'm from Florida. My mother got a job opportunity for Memphis and I got accepted into UM. It all worked out."

"How long have you been in Memphis?"

"Three years. I have one more year and I'm done with college."

"Pretty and smart. That's a lethal combination. I like it though," Elvis says.

You smile, feeling your cheeks warm. You look down to the ground and back to the sky.

"Than-thank you," you say, the smile never leaving your face.

"How ya likin' Memphis?" He asks.

"I love it. I love spending time on Beale Street. It's so lively there."

"I love Beale Street too. I miss it," Elvis admits. "I used to go all the time before..."

Elvis goes quiet and looks at the night sky. You observe the change in his demeanor. Like he's looking for a shooting star to wish for something.

You shake his hand gently to catch his attention and ask, "Penny for your thoughts?"

Elvis turns to look at you.

"Do you really like Sonny?"

The question takes you aback. You don't know how to answer him, but don't hesitate.

"Yes, I like Sonny. He's... nice. Nicer than the last guy I was with."

"There was a last guy?"

"Isn't there always a last guy?"

"Well, tell me what happened?"

"There's nothing to tell. He wasn't the guy for me. He was... cruel."

"He's a loser if he let you go. You're one of a kind. Ain't no one else like you."

"Elvis, how could you know that? You just met me."

"I know," Elvis says with reassuring confidence. "Back to Sonny. Has he kissed you yet? Or were you expecting him to keep out here and kiss you and claim you for himself?"

You snatch you hand away from him.

"You have nerve, Elvis Presley. I just met him. I'm not that kind of girl."

Elvis pushes himself off the wall to face you. "I was just saying if I wanted you, I wouldn't hesitate."

Elvis kisses your lips swiftly but gently. If he were any other guy you'd push him away and possibly slap him for being so forward. But you don't. This kiss is unlike any kiss you've experienced before. It reminds you of your first kiss with Tommy Harvey from fifth grade. Purely innocent. Then Elvis turns his head slowly slipping his tongue into your mouth, massaging your tongue with his as your lips crash together. This reminds you of a man staking his own claim. What a kiss!

When you pull away from each other, you place your fingers on your lips. Your heart's trying to catch up to your brain. Elvis eyes have darkened, yet they're still beautiful.

"You kiss by the book." You whisper to Elvis.

"What does that mean?" Elvis giggles.

"Nothing really. Just that you know how to kiss a girl. You put a few things in prospective for me actually."

"Hey, Y/N," Sonny says, walking outside. "EP, you're here to?"

"Yeah, just keeping your date some company."

In that moment, you're glad you didn't wear lipstick. You smooth out your dress and smile.

"Hi, Sonny," you greet him.

A smile comes across his face.

"Is this where the party is?" Sandy says, walking outside with Jerry in tow.

"Everybody's out here now," Elvis whispers.

You can hear the regret in his voice as if he just really wanted the alone time with you. A huge part of you regrets it to. You felt like you were just getting to know him.

"You ready to go?" Sandy asks.

Not really. You think to yourself, but you say, "Sure."

"I'll walk y'all out," Sonny says, grabbing your hand.

You, Sandy, Jerry, and Sonny start walking towards the driveway from the back of the house.

"Y/N," Elvis says, stopping you in your tracks. "It was nice talkin' to ya. Come by anytime we have a party."

You look at each for a moment and something passes between you both. You smile knowing this isn't the last time you'll spend together.

"Very nice, Elvis. Thank you. Good night," you saying, continuing on your way.

As you get to the car, Sonny pulls you aside.

"I had a really good time tonight," he tells you.

"Me too, but..." you say, looking down at your feet.

"But what?"

You look back up at Sonny.

"Sonny, you're a really nice guy, but I just broke up with a guy who wasn't so nice. I'm... on the rebound and I don't wanna hurt you because of what he did."

Sonny nods his head.

"I understand," he says, kissing your cheek.

You tell each good night then you get in the backseat of Jerry's car. You sit quietly contemplating your moment with Elvis.

"Fun party, huh, Y/N?" Sandy asks, looking back at you, snapping you away from your thoughts.

"Yeah, fun party."

Later that night, you lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling. A million things swimming in your mind, and they all are concerning Elvis. Should you take him up on his offer? You really wanted to give Sonny a chance, but Elvis staked his claim on you. You will definitely take him up on his offer to cone back to Graceland.

You turn over on your side and smile to yourself.

To be continued...

Word Count: ???

Warnings:

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Six! I had to get this part out before June's ends!!! My favorite month! Enjoy y'all!

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You gasp, waking up from your dream from yesteryear. You look around you and you're in your house that you share with Nathan. You know it's not a home. Nathan tricked you all those years, and believing he changed you fell for it. You hate yourself for falling for it.

You move to the kitchen and pull out your mama's old cookout. You open it to your hidden picture of you and Elvis that Nathan doesn't know about. It was taken back in June of 1960. The year he came back home from Germany.

You close your eyes, and your back at Graceland in 1960.

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March 1960

You got dressed up just for your man. You're aware that Anita is around, but you go with your head held high. You and Sandy walk into the house together. Music is blaring out of the record player. The house is lively and rocking this night, but there's something different in the air. Then it hits you. Gladys is missing. You know Elvis must feel it too, but you keep it to yourself.

Sandy and you grab drinks and find seats. As you two chat, someone shouts in the distance.

"PRIVATE PRESLEY ON DECK!"

Everyone looks toward the stairs as Elvis descends from the top to the bottom. Everyone cheers and shouts as he stops at the foot if the stairs.

Elvis looks so different. He's standing longer, his hair isn't the jet black you grew accustomed to. It's a dark blonde. You can't see his face. Whoever didn't see him when he arrived earlier in the day go up to him hug him or shake his hand. You see Anita greet him. He picks her up in his arms and kisses her. If you weren't jealous, you'd say it was the sweetest reunion you'd ever seen. Secretly, you're hoping your reunion will be better even if it's private.

"Little, you got more prettier than before," Elvis says to Anita.

You take a bigger sip of your drink, trying to conceal your jealousy. Sandy moves from her spot to talk to Elvis, but you stay put.

"Y/N, let's go say hello," Sandy says.

You shake your head.

"No, it's to crowded for me. If you think you can make it over there. Go on."

"Okay," Sandy says, but stares at you.

She sits back down next to you. Best friend intuition kicking in sharp.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" She asks you. "Is it that fact that we saw Nathan? Or this mystery guy you never told me about?"

"Sand, it's a mixture of that plus the absence of Mrs. Presley. It's all a lot," you confess.

At this time, Nathan asking you out again wasn't looking so terrible. You started considering other options due to your "boyfriend" seeking other opting. You understood that he didn't only belong to you. Elvis belonged to the world. He finds comfort in different girls who serve different reasons. Yet you question yourself. If you can't be his everything why are you here? What's your purpose?

"Wow, I almost forgot about that, Y/N," Sandy says.

"You know what?" You say, taking a large swallow of your drink. "Let's say hi to our friend."

You and Sandy work your way through the crowd. It takes sometime, but you manage to get to Elvis. He sees Sandy first, and he kisses her cheek. Once he turns to you, amazement covers his face. Your heart sinks and you feel as if you can't breathe. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the floor in a hug. You lift one leg in the air as your arms cling to his neck. Oh, how warm he feels. He places you down.

"Y/N, it's so good to see you," he says, moving a strand of hair from your face.

"Let me look at you, Private Presley," you saying, stepping back.

Elvis stands straight and tall like he's still in the Army, but his eye never leave you. And his smirk sends a shiver down your spine. You look him up and down. His face features are more sculpted. He's put on some healthy weight from the military feeding him three square meals a day. He stands taller. Confidence flowing from his aura like a light. It's enough to make you faint especially from the way he looks at you. You place your hand gently over your heart. Sandy catches that. All of it but you're to stuck on Elvis to notice.

"The Army made a man out of you, Private," you say in a breathless tone.

"So, I wasn't a man before?" He questioned you, with one eyebrow raised.

"I-I-I d-didn't mean that," You studdered. "I meant..."

"I'm more of a man?" Elvis interrupted.

You feel your cheeks warm-up and you could scream.

"No, E. Not that," You say, bowing your head in shame.

Elvis tilts your chin up with his index finger.

"I'm teasing you, Y/N."

You missed him. You could kiss him right now, but then you'd have to explain yourself to a few people. You see Anita in the corner of your eye walking towards you. Elvis drops his hand and looks at her.

"Well, hello, Y/N," she greets you. "It's good to see you."

I wish I could believe you.

You think to yourself, but you say kindly.

"Hello, Anita. It's good to see you too," a sweet smile crossing your lips.

"How long has it been?" She asked, slipping her arm around Elvis' waist.

"Two years. I've been keeping myself busy working."

"That's right," Elvis interjects. "You graduated. Congratulations."

"Thank you, E."

"Yes, congratulations," Anita says. "What is it that you do again?"

You pause, noticing the viciousness in her words.

"Little," Elvis says to Anita, tapping her shoulder. "Don't do that."

"It's...okay, E. Anita, I work in the English department at The University of Memphis."

"Work there?" Sandy says, throwing her arm around your shoulders. "She practically runs the place!"

"Sandy," you say, warning her.

"Running it?" Elvis questions. "That's incredible, Y/N. I'm proud you."

"Thank you, Elvis," you say. "It's actually time for me to go."

"So soon?" Elvis and Sandy ask you at once.

"I actually have work tomorrow."

"Well, sorry to see you go so soon," Anita says. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

"Anita," Elvis warns her.

"Oh, I just may let it hit you in the face," you comment.

You charge at one another, but Elvis steps in between you. Sandy backs away from tge situation, ready to enjoy the show. Elvis grabs both your hand and Anita's hand.

"LADIES!!!" He shouts, getting your attention.

He turns to Anita.

"Listen to me, Anita. You. Do not speak to my friends that way. She's done nothing wrong. Why you naggin'?" Elvis says.

"She..."

"Apologize than go get me a drink," Elvis commands her.

She looks at Elvis and he stares back. It's almost like they're challenging one another. No one backing down. Then Anita falters away from Elvis. You see it in her eyes that she doesn't want to apologize. She doesn't trust you.

"I'm sorry," Anita whispers to you, the words sound like she swallowed vinegar.

"You're forgiven," you whisper back. "And forgive me. My words were no better."

Anita walks away to get Elvis' drink as he asked. You look at Elvis and he looks back at you. Sandy is still there, the obligatory third wheel.

"Why you leaving so soon? I just got back. I haven't seen you?" Elvis asks.

You don't have to leave, but you do have work tomorrow. But it's something that can wait for Monday morning. But Anita is here and she's suspicious of you.

"Y/N, is it about your boyfriend?" Sandy asks.

"Boyfriend?" Elvis questions.

"Sandy, no," you say.

"Yeah, she was seeing some guy a couple years ago. He had some sort of death in his family and he disappeared on her. It's been bothering her plus an ex-boyfriend asked her back out," Sandy explained.

"Sandy, hush!" You command.

"You've been busy," Elvis says.

Elvis looks around the room. Once he finds who he's looking for he raises his hand, calling the person over.

"Hey, Jerry, Sandy was saying how she needed you to get her another drink," Elvis says. "Take her to get whatever she wants."

"Hey," Sandy says as Jerry escorts her away.

Alone at last.

"Y/N, if I weren't a smart man, I wouldn't have realized Sandy was talking about me," Elvis says.

"Well, I couldn't tell her your name."

Elvis steps closer to you and whispers softly.

"Don't go. I... I haven't gotten to spend time with you."

"I know Elvis, but..."

"No, baby. Meet me in our spot in fifteen minutes."

You look up at him. His crystal blue eyes comfort your soul.

"I'll be there, E."

Elvis kisses your forehead and walks away, playing host to his other guests. You mingle a little bit like everything is normal. You avoid Sandy so she doesn't ask more questions than necessary. Ten minutes later, you mange to sneak out the backdoor undetected. You stand in the grass with your back facing the house. Your arms are crossed over your chest. Not in anger but in anticipation. Closing yourself off from everyone but him.

"Baby," Elvis says loud enough for you to hear.

He didn't keep you wanting long. You run a few steps to him and you embrace one another. Your arm go around his neck; his arms loop around your back. He smell so good and feels so warm. You hear him sigh and his body relaxes. Elvis grabs your face and kisses you all over. You find his lips and kiss him passionately. The kiss is like fire as you massage your tongues together. Your heart is a flame. You pull away from each other, catching your breath.

"I missed you, E," you tell him.

"I missed you too, Y/N," he tells you. "I got everyone of your letters."

"How? With all the fan mail you get?"

"I paid a few people to sort out my mail. I had instructions to keep eyes out for certain names like yours."

"You're so sweet," you tell him, kissing his lips again.

A tear rolls down your cheek, remembering what it was like to have a man treat you like a queen.

"Woman!"

Nathan startles you out of your memory and back to reality. You place the picture down and slam the book shut, praying he didn't notice it.

"I'm going to make some bread. I'll be back by six thirty for you to take me to Graceland. Have my clothes ready," Nathan commands.

"Yes, sir. I can't wait," you say, plastering a small smile on your face.

"You better be here when I get back or there'll be hell to pay," he says slamming the door.

You fix yourself some breakfast, enjoying the time alone and away from your abusive husband. When you finish your pancakes, you take another look at your picture with Elvis.

The night Elvis came back he made you many promises. That you were the one he needed. The one he longed to be with. He promised he'd always take care of you. He never told you he loved you though. His actions said he cared, but his words never vocally said he loved you.

As time went by, you were the other woman playing second fiddle to Anita. You loathed being the second choice. The girl who was hidden in the shadows while Anita was in pictures with him, on his arm, and in his bed. You knew he had a wandering eye for pretty girls, so while he was out in Hollywood acting in some pretty mediocre films you knew he was having affairs on you and Anita. But you were giving Nathan another shot.

You and Nathan bumped into each other again at the same burger joint on Beale Street. You saw it as a sign that you needed to let Elvis go even if it broke your heart. You never either one about your relationships. Nathan was fun but not like Elvis. He'd hold your hand, but not like Elvis. Nathan couldn't make you laugh like Elvis could, but you realize you needed to stop comparing the two of them. Nathan wasn't afraid to be with you in public. He encouraged you. He even told you he loved you. That's when you realize that it was time to let Elvis go.

The following weekend, Elvis comes back home from Hollywood. You know this is it. You cringe thinking about all the words you rehearsed in your head. You don't want to hurt him, but you're done playing the mistress. You're ready to be someone's one and only. At the time you believed it was Nathan even when all signs pointed to Elvis.

You recall wearing your short pink cocktail dress. You made sure it was pink so I would catch Elvis' attention. You needed to lure him away from the party. You start thinking this is a terrible idea. You looking so beautiful, but ready to break his heart. You start to think you're a monster.

You don't dare to go inside. You stand crying on the front steps of Graceland. You sit in silence for what feels like an eternity. Then you hear him.

"Y/N, baby? You okay?" Elvis asks sitting by your side. He wraps his arms around your shoulder. "Why did you meet me out back?"

"I can't," you whisper.

"You can't what?"

You turn to look him in the eyes.

"I can't do this anymore, Elvis. Us. I had a speech ready for you, but let me keep it simple."

"Y/N, baby, you're joshin' me, right?"

"Wrong," you say, getting up from the step. "Elvis, I'm not the one for you. I'm... your hidden mistress. The one you sneak around to make out with. The one who holds your shame. The one you can't be with in public. That's Anita. She's the perfect future wife and mother for you."

"Y/N," Elvis trembled. "I want you here. I care for you so much."

"Do you love me, Elvis?" You ask him.

Elvis pauses. He does know what to say. "I..."

"You love Anita. I hear you tell her that you love her. She the one. I want a man who can love with fear or hesitation because I'm his person. The person wants to tell everything to. The one he dreams about. The one he gives a wedding ring too. It's not you."

You see a tear roll down his cheek.

"No, don't please," Elvis says grabbing your hand.

"Elvis, I have someone who will love me in public, and one day I'm marrying him."

You get on your tippy toes, and kiss his cheek.

"I'll always be your friend, Elvis Presley. I'll always love you," you say to him.

You let his hands go and walk down the driveway and never look back at Elvis.

A month later, you and Nathan get married at the courthouse. It's not the dream wedding you wanted, but at the time, you were just so excited to be in love with someone who loved you back. Your dress wasn't perfect but plain. The people you loved weren't there to witness it. It was a true foreshadowing of your present day life. You thought the best was yet to come, but it never did.

Nathan had a shack. It was worse than the house you grew up in. You weren't expecting Graceland with it's thirty different rooms, but you expecting better plumbing, lighting, and cleanliness. With your lifesavings, you clean up the shack and make it a house. Nathan works to help supply his gambling and alcohol habits you didn't know about, leaving you to pay for the majority of the bills. You help get him out of debt, but his habits keep you in debit. You take on a second job. You tell yourself you love him and things will get better. They never do.

He alienates you from your mama and Sandy. He forces you to quit your job at the University of Memphis. You try having a baby, but it's difficult with Nathan. He starts being verbally abusive. You fight back until one day he starts getting physical. He slaps yoh across your face and blames you for not being able to supply him with children.

The memories haunt you to the point you're sobbing. Where's the love Nathan promised you? You wipe your tears and decide to take a cool shower. You let the water pour over your hair. You smile to yourself. It reminds you of a year ago when you saw Elvis again and everything changed.

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You thought you were finally pregnant. Nathan would be so happy. You would stop drinking and take life more seriously. He'd get a better job and clean himself up but no. You're not pregnant. Nathan and you get into a full-blown fight. You hit him back for once and he punches you as if you were a man. You fall to the ground. You don't stay down. You get back up and run out the house in the pouring rain. You hear Nathan yelling after you.

"You better run you stupid bitch! You'll be back! You ain't got no where else to go! No one loves you!"

His words motivate you to run toward your mama's house. It's clear across Memphis, but you're willing to make the trip on foot away from Nathan to somewhere safer. Even in the pouring rain. Even if your heart explodes because anything is better than being with Nathan. You hate him. How could you go back to him?

You slow down your pace. You're not sure what road you're on but you keep trotting along. You got to get to your mama. She loves you. You silently pray for help.

A black car passes by you and slows down. The window rolls down and someone shouts your name.

"Y/N?! Baby is that you?"

You look over and it's Elvis.

"Get in!" He says, opening the door. You don't hesitate. You run in out of the cold, pouring rain.

Part Seventeen

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee feels her boyfriend, Elvis, is concealing something from her. They've been seeing each other for the past week, and things have been heating up quite quickly. She would never move this fast with any man, but something is drawing her to Elvis. Something that scares her.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Smut...

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Seventeen! The final chapter! A bittersweet ending. I've always loved this story and the characters. This is the end of the road of writing for me. Once again. I'm retiring. I'm not sure if I'll get any more inspiration for a new EP tale. But I'll be around to read.

For my final chapter, I guess I'll go out with a bang... 😏😏😏

Thank you all for reading. If you enjoy this chapter, like, follow, comment, and repost.

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Elvis has his guards clean up Bianca's mess and pack up her things in the apartment. The orders are to dispose of Bianca's things. Elvis personally places Bianca's lifeless body in the same box she had intended for his bride. Elvis shakes his head as he closes the lid of the coffin. It was like closing a chapter of his life.

"Wasted talent," Elvis whispers.

Elvis' mind drifts back to Jordee. He senses her pain and longs to comfort her. He walks back to the shaded baloney and checks on her. She hasn't moved an inch since he last checked on her.

"E?" Jerry whispers. "I think it's been more than enough time for you to go and talk to your wife."

"I'm going. Of course, I'm going it's just..." Elvis pauses. "There's fear in her about everything. I couldn't take it if she pushed me away again."

"You never know what you can do until you try," Jerry says to Elvis, giving some advice. "Go. Talk with her."

Elvis walks out of Bianca's apartment as the guards finish the packing. He walks into the courtyard and approaches Jordee. Her face turned away from him. She leans herself again the water fountain.

"I heard your footsteps," Jordee says.

"Baby," Elvis says. "Talk to me, please. I know this is a lot, but I'm here for you."

"Elvis," Jordee whispers, turning around to face him. "I killed her."

"Jor..."

"No!" Jordee interrupts him. "Listen. I wanted her dead. She hurt you. She hurt me. She cut me and hit me because you chose me. Because you love me over her."

Jordee pauses as tears fall from her eyes, rolling down cheeks like drops of crystals.

"Pretty evil, huh?" Jordee says. "How can you love me?"

"Because Jor," Elvis says, grabbing her waist to get her attention. "You did it all to save us. You saved my life, baby. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me before. All I see is a hero before me. If anything, Jordee, I'm the evil."

"Why you?"

"You didn't want this life, but I'm greedy. I'm selfish. We've only been husband and wife for a week. Then I saw you dying. I promised to love you as a human."

"Elvis, my love. There's nothing that needs to be forgiven. I chose you the moment I knew I was dying. I'm only thirty-three years old, and there is so much more I want to do with you."

"I love you, Jor," Elvis says, placing his hand on her face.

Jordee feels the warmth radiate into her skin. She's surprised by it, but she welcomes his touch. She closes her eyes and feels more comfort passes through her soul. The anguish she felt earlier was gone.

"Oh," Jordee sighs. "This feeling."

"We are one now, baby. One as lovers, friends, and chosen. I feel your pain and your joy as you now feel mine. We are a chosen pair connected in every way. Well, almost."

Jordee opens her eyes to look at Elvis.

"Almost? What's missing?"

"You have to feed from me."

Jordee takes a deep breath, smelling Elvis' blood. It smelt so appetizing and savory. Jordee feels a warmth take over her. It's not hunger. It's lust for Elvis. She gently grabs his face, kissing him with fervor. The more they kiss. The wetter Jordee gets. They are out in the open, but Jordee could care less. She's ready to rip her clothes off.

"I need you inside me," Jordee whispers.

"Whoa, Jordee," Elvis says, "Slow down. Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder. And there's someone I'd like you to meet."

"Okay," Jordee says, a little disappointed, hopefully because she has something great to look forward to with Elvis.

Elvis takes Jordee back to Jerry's apartment. He knocks in the door, and Jerry opens it up, inviting them both in.

"This introduction started off on the wrong foot," Elvis says. "Let's get this right. Jordee, this is my best friend and little brother, Jerry, and his girlfriend, Alicia. Jer. Alicia. This is my Jordee. The love of my life."

Elvis kisses the side of Jordee's forehead, and she smiles.

"It's nice to meet you both," Jordee says, shaking Jerry's hand.

"It's an honor to meet you, Jordee," Jerry says. "Elvis, you have one hell of a bride."

"Thanks, Jer," Elvis winks at Jerry.

Jordee gently shakes Alicia's hand, catching her scent.

"Your human," Jordee comments.

"Last time I checked, yeah," Alicia jokes.

"You both are like me and Elvis. Well," Jordee pauses, realizing she was no longer a human. "The way we were."

"Oh, Jordee," Elvis says, remembering they weren't alone. "This is Mama LaRue. She's Alicia grandmother, and if it wasn't for her, I don't know if we would have found you in time."

Jordee and Mama LaRue look at each for a moment. Jordee nods her head at Mama LaRue.

"You have a familiar spirit about you," Jordee says.

"Gal, I have several familiar spirits about me," Mama LaRue confesses, laughing at the subject. "Elvis, boi. You gots a good wife. Put her first, and she'll take care of ya."

"I will, I promise," Elvis says, pulling Jordee close to him. "Jer, we gotta go."

"So soon?" Jerry questions.

"We'll be back. Maybe for dinner. It's still our honeymoon," Elvis says, taking Jordee by the hand.

Jerry nods his head in understanding. Elvis whistles for Duke, who was sitting by Mama LaRue.

"See ya later, E," Jerry says, escorting them to the door. "And a Jordee? Take care of Elvis for me, will ya?"

"I plan to," Jordee smiles at him.

Elvis and Jordee leave Jerry's apartment with Duke, the dog in tow. They walk through the streets of New Orleans, taking in the scenery. They want each other terribly, but they realize they have time. More time than those who waste time.

Ten minutes later, they are back at the mansion. Duke walks into the living room, making himself at hike again.

Jordee puts both her hands out for Elvis to take them.

"Come," Jordee whispers.

Elvis slides his hands into Jordee's palms, feeling the warmth of her skin on his hands. Jordee leads him upstairs to the bedroom. Elvis closes the door behind them. He leans against the door as Jordee sashays to the bed.

Elvis has always held back during intercourse with Jordee. Now that she's a vampire, there's no need to hold back. He walks over to her, ready to rip her clothes from her body and plunge himself into her. He was ready to cover Jordee's body with kisses. Placing her hand on his chest, Jordee stops Elvis' advance.

"No," Jordee whispers, yet her eyes plead yes.

"Why?"

"Being that you and I are one now. We can sense everything from each other. I want you to sense what I want. What I need from you."

"I sense..." Elvis pauses, honing in on Jordee's emotions. "Lust for me. You want me just as I want you, but you're holding back."

"Why do you think that is," Jordee whispers, taking his hand and placing it over her heart.

"Why would you hold back from me if you love me?" Elvis asks.

Then, like lightning, it hit him. He knew exactly what she needed from him.

"I love you, Jordee."

Jordee smiles, placing his hand on her face.

"I love you more."

"No. I love you more," Elvis bates her, grabbing her face with both hands.

Elvis lays on top of her, grinding their waists together. Jordee wraps her legs around his waist, clinging to him needily. Elvis slips his hand between her legs, finding her pussy. He massages circles over her clitorus. Jordee exhales a sharp breath. Her body is more sensitive to her sexual needs than before.

Jordee rips Elvis' buttons off of his shirt, sending them flying across the room. Elvis rips Jordee's panties off. He quickly slides himself down to lick her folds and pussy down thoroughly. Jordee's breathing is rapid. She sits herself up to get more from Elvis. He places his hands on her hips, moving her to the rhythm of his mouth.

"Yes, Elvis," Jordee whines.

Elvis stands up, unbuckling his pants. At the same time, Jordee takes her dress completely off and tosses it to the side. She takes her bra off, fully exposing herself to Elvis.

"My god, you're beautiful," he says.

Dropping his pants, Elvis reveals his rock hard cock to Jordee. Jordee moves herself closer to him.

"So are you, Elvis," she says, kissing his stomach and working her way down to his penis.

She began licking his head and started to suck him off like a delicious cherry lollipop. Elvis is large, but she's willing to please Elvis in every way possible. She paces herself, but soon she's speedy up her speed, causing Elvis to buck in her mouth.

"Holy fuck, baby," he compliments her.

Elvis grabs her head off of him and kisses her mouth passionately. He gently pushes her back against the mattress, watching her boobies bounce. With his eyes locked in on her eyes. Elvis crawls on top of her like a jungle cat. He kisses her lips as Jordee opens her legs to him. Elvis slowly sinks himself into her, causing Jordee to exhale in excitement.

"Don't hold back this time," Jordee says.

"Never again."

Elvis holds Jordee's waist and drives himself into her slowly. Jordee cries out in pure pleasure. She wraps legs around him once more. Elvis admitted once they he held back, but time has passed, and he gives Jordee his all. Elvis is like an untamed horse between her legs, bucking in and out of her wet kitty.

He sits Jordee up, kissing her lips and working his way down to her neck. Jordee's legs are still around his waist, yet she's sitting in his lap. Her arms are wrapped around his back. She plays in his hair and kisses his shoulder. She smells his savory delicious scent. Without warning, she bites into his skin, tasting Elvis and savoring every drop of blood. It was unlike anything she ever tasted before. She laps at her bite, healing his skin.

Elvis indulges in her bite, enjoying the pain in a pleasureful way. He pushes her hips down, sitting her down on his cock in the scissors position. They kiss one another once more before Elvis begins pounding into her again. Jordee holds onto his shoulders and rolls her hips into his thrusts.

Elvis and Jordee lose all track of time being lost in one another. It was another way of bearing their souls to one another being lost in keep and utter passion.

Jordee pushes Elvis back on the bed. She cowgirls his cock, slowly lifting herself up and down. Tears of ecstacy spring for her eyes as her orgasm hits her from our of nowhere. It was like a fire that engulfed her in passion.

Elvis chases his orgasm. Holding Jordee on his dick, he pushes himself further inside her. He hits her g spot, pushing himself over the edge into his orgasm. This enacts a second wave for Jordee, and she falls limp in top of Elvis. They lay on top of one another, gasping for air.

"Fuck," Elvis breathes.

"I second that," Jordee says, kissing Elvis. "You really were holding back."

"Was it worth the wait?"

"Elvis, it was worth everything."

Jordee rests her forehead against Elvis's forehead.

"Are you ready for forever?" Elvis asks, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Honesty. I've been ready since I said I do."

There's this beautiful pause between them as they think about their future together.

"I love you, Elvis."

"I love you too, Jordee. With all that I am."

Elvis and Jordee passionately kiss one another. They smile as they enjoy their wedded bliss. Completely in love.

Chapter Two

Summary: You and Elvis just can't keep yourselves away from one another.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Some smut... violence

This chapter may not be suited for younger viewers. Parental discretion is advised.

Author's Notes: Hey, y'all! I'm so, so happy with the turnout of the first chapter that I had to create this chapter. I did moss writing!

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It's been about forty-five minutes since your little encounter with Elvis in the kitchen, and he's staring you down with those lustful baby blues. He's stalking you like a tiger waiting for its prey. It's given you your set of confidence back, plus the drinks help you loosen up. And you love it! It's attention that you haven't in a while.

One year too long...

You think to yourself.

It's nice having everyone back together eating, drinking, and talking. Everyone is catching you up on everything you missed. All of Elvis tours and vacations. It's easy to get lost in a crowd, but everyone keeps you present.

"You gotta see E's show in Vegas! It's incredible how he has everything set up! The orchestra! The band! Ronnie, the drummer! The Sweet Inspirations! Plus, the Imperials!" Red exclaims.

"It sounds incredible, but..." You trail off, thinking about Nathan's reaction. "I just couldn't get away from Memphis."

"Why not?" Elvis chimes in.

"Work," you answer plainly.

Elvis raises an eyebrow, taking another sip from his Pepsi-Cola. You don't realize it, but Elvis knows that something is off with you. He noticed it last year as well. Furthermore, he's planning on finding it out one way or another.

"But I'd love to go to Vegas. One day. I've never been."

"I'll kidnapp you one day, and we can go for the weekend," Sandy says, grabbing your arm.

"Please do!" You say, bumping her shoulder with your own.

You two begin laughing. You glance over at Elvis, who walks over to the sofa now. Your heart races as the flame at the put of your tummy ignites with gusto. Elvis casually sits beside you. The closeness, although waited, makes you move closer toward Sandy. You squeeze your legs together, trying to ignore the warmth pooling in your underwear. God, how you longed for him.

Elvis lightly grabs one of your curls off your shoulder to get your attention. It works. You glance at him, and he starts working that boyish charm. You look away, trying your best not to laugh. He's just so damn cute. Elvis rolls his eyes and starts to tickle you on your sides. You jerk back against the sofa, away from Sandy. Your laughter is contagious. Almost as contagious as Elvis' laughter. He pulls you in closer.

"Elvis! What are you doing?!?" You laugh at loud.

"I gotta tell you something," he says. "Come here."

His lips are right on your ear. Your heart is pounding. Your blood is racing, and you feel completely flammable.

"Remember the disappearing game we used to play?" Elvis whispers to you. "You disappear, and I'll make everyone disappear. I need you tonight."

"What secrets are you two sharing?" Sandy asks.

You look Sandy in the eye and say with complete confidence,

"Elvis is trying to be funny."

You snatch away from Elvis, straightening your dress. You're trying to keep up the facade that nothing is going on between you two. Elvis kisses every girl, including the Mafia wives and girlfriends. He's always been that Southern sweetheart. A gentleman to a fault. When Elvis had girlfriends, he showed them extra special attention. You made sure he never showed that toward you. You were only friends... with benefits.

"What time is it?" You ask.

"Oh, it's about nine thirty."

"I gotta get home," you say, rushing to leave.

"Y/N, so soon?" Sandy says. "You just got back."

"It's best that I meet my husband by ten p.m. Make sure that dinner is on the table," you explain.

"Y/N," Sandy asks, walking you toward the door. "I know it's been a while, but you know you can talk to me about anything. Right?"

You look in your best friend's eyes. You see the seriousness there. She was always the sweetest human being. She was the sister you wish you had. Sandy always had your back, and you had hers. Everything changed when you got married to Nathan. Sandy never liked him, and damn if she wasn't right.

"Of course, I know," you say, giving her one last hug.

You both say your goodbyes, and you start walking down the driveway. You walk a little ways until you hear the door close. You look behind you and notice no one's watching you. You make a run for the backyard. You quickly open the gate and close it behind you. You quietly walk in the backyard, passing Veron's office.

You peep through the Jungle Room window and notice Elvis saying goodbye to everyone. You stand at the backdoor quietly as you hear the commotion of everyone getting in their cars. You hear a few voices lingering around, but it's not too long, and all is silent.

You hear footsteps coming toward you. The door opens, and there he stands before you. Tall. Ethereal, Greek features. Big, cerulean eyes. Pouty lips. Olive skin. Jet black flocks. Elvis Presley is one gorgeous being.

"Hey, baby," he says, pulling you inside.

Elvis shuts and locks the door behind him, leaving you two alone at last. You look at one another for a moment. Then you do what you've been meaning to do all night. You run into his arms. You wrap your arms around him, feeling the heat of him radiate through your hands. You breathe in his manly scent as he holds you to him.

"Oh, God. I missed you," you admit.

"Not as much as I missed you," Elvis says, grabbing your face between his hands and kisses you.

He kisses you with such an urgency that you melt into his touch. You burn for him. Elvis moves down to your neck, and you moan. He lifts your left leg to his side, grabbing your ass.

You gently put your leg down and move away from him. He doesn't stop you. You slowly walk away from Elvis with a smirk on your face. You pause at the foot of the stairs and look back at him.

"Are you coming?" You ask.

"You bet your pretty ass I'm comin'" Elvis says, charging after you.

You both race upstairs, laughing all the way to his bedroom. You stumble into the room as Elvis slams the door shut. He leans against the door, guarding it as if he were in the Army again.

"No where to run now, Y/N."

"Who's running, Elvis?"

You lay on the edge of the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. You slowly spread your legs open for him. Elvis walks over to you as he unbuttons his blouse. He kneels between your legs. He grips your hips, moving you closer to him. You inhale at the motion. You place your hands on his face, kissing his lips. The fire in your loins burns hot at Elvis' touch. It consumes you.

You pull away from him, and he smirks at you.

"I know what you want," Elvis whispers, kissing your nose.

You pull your dress up, revealing your wet panties. Elvis pulls your panties down your thighs and off your legs. Elvis doesn't make you wait. He spreads your legs open and starts to work your clitorus. His mouth feels incredible on you. Even though it makes you weak, you pull yourself up to dispose of your dress and bra.

Elvis gives you one last lick, then he plunges his fingers into your warm heat. You moan loudly at the sensation he gives you. He adds fuel to your fire with every motion. You are a blaze.

Elvis takes his fingers out of you, licking up your excess wet heat left in his fingers. He stands up, dropping his pants and exposing himself to you. He lays on top of you, kissing you.

"You ready?" Elvis asks.

"Yes, I'm ready."

He lines himself with you, plunging himself into your sacred place. He thrusts and thursts inside you. You move in rhythm with him, losing yourself in the flames of lust and want. Nothing matters but this in the moment. Elvis rolls in the flames with you, adding more fuel to the fire. You two are one flaming inferno.

"Elvis, I... I'm gonna cum," you moan.

"Me too, baby."

The next moment, you both explode into balls of fire. Elvis collapses on top of you. The heat of the moment has consumed you. You lay there breathless, hot, and sweaty. Feeling better than you ever had in your life.

Elvis grabs you in his arms, holding you close. He wraps his legs around you as he plants kisses on your forehead and cheek. He takes your hand and kisses your palm and fingers.

"I missed you so much, baby," Elvis whispers in your ear.

You think about all the lost time away from Elvis. All the time, you could have been in his arms and in his bed.

"I missed you more than you'll ever know, Elvis," you say, holding back your tears.

It doesn't matter how many times Elvis fucks you or kisses you. In reality, you have to leave him again. You have to go back to Nathan and the house that lacks the love.

"Stay this time," Elvis says. "Stay with me, please?"

Elvis isn't asking for you to stay. He's begging for you to stay. You hear it in his tone. You feel it in the way he holds you.

"Elvis, I can't."

"You don't love him. Why are you going back?"

You look at Elvis. Was it he who asked you the question or your conscience? No, it was him. It was as if he read your mind. Your will makes you go back to Nathan because it's rooted in fear and Stockholm syndrome. You can't tell Elvis that because only God knows what he'll do.

You reluctantly pull yourself away from Elvis when all you want to do is be with him. You put your bra and dress on.

"Where are my panties?" You say out loud to yourself.

"You mean these?" Elvis asks, holding them up.

"Elvis, I need those."

"You can only get them if you stay."

"I can't stay! Don't you understand I can't even if I want to!"

"What is he doing to you, Y/N?"

You pause, knowing the next words coming from your lips were a lie. You can't hold back the tears that cloud your eyes.

"Baby, you're trembling. You're crying. What's going on? Tell me."

"Nothing, Elvis. Trust me when I tell you. I'll be fine. Please."

You kiss his lips passionately. You slowly pull away, looking him in his beautiful blue eyes.

"I'll see you soon," you whisper.

"When? Next year? Two years?"

"No. Tomorrow if you let me go now."

Elvis closes his eyes. A single tear trickles down his cheek. He kneels down before you, putting your legs through your panties and sliding them up your legs. He stands and gives you one last kiss.

"You promise you'll be back tomorrow?" He asks earnestly.

"I promise."

You give him one last hug and rush out of the room before you change your mind. You rush down the stairs and out the front door. You laugh at yourself for a moment because you feel like Cinderella rushing away from your prince and back to your horrible life. But you remember this to shall pass. You'll see Elvis tomorrow, but you need to get home now.