Deadly Love Reimagined
Part Thirteen
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.
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Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Thirteen!
This is really just a bridge to Part Fourteen, where all the dangerous begins. Muah, ha, ha... 😆😏😆😏
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What an incredible wedding day! The day turned out better than Jordee ever dreamed it could. Jordee introduced Elvis to everyone. Her best friend friend from high school, whom she was still close to. She introduced him to her aunts and uncles. One aunt in particular didn't approve of him, but Jordee did care. Elvis was hers, and she was his.
As per wedding ritual, Jordee tosses the bouquet, and one of her friends caught it. Elvis takes off her garter, flinging it to Jordee's brother Quincy.
Elvis held Jordee close during their dance. He didn't see himself as much of a dancer, but with Jordee in his arms, he'd dance all night.
"You are so beautiful, my wife," Elvis whispers.
"You are so handsome, my husband," Jordee replied, kissing his lips. "Thank you."
As the evening came to a close and everyone started to leave, Jordee and Elvis ho back to their room. Elvis wants to consummate their marriage, but he knows Jordee wants to be completely alone with him and not around family. They spend the night making out until Jordee falls asleep in his arms. The intimacy of it all made Jordee smile.
They stay three more days as Elvis makes plans for their honeymoon. He didn't tell her when or where they were going; she just knew to be excited for what's to come. Elvis and Jordee say their good byes to everyone and head towards their next destination with Duke the dog in tow.
"Elvis, where are you taking me?" Jordee asks, setting into her seat.
"It's a surprise."
"I don't know about your surprises?"
"You'll like this one," Elvis says, taking Jordee's hand and kissing her knuckles. "I promise."
About six hours later
They pass a sign that reads, "Welcome to New Orleans." Jordee can hardly believe that she's in Louisiana, let alone New Orleans. She looks out the window in awe of the state around her. She used to live oak trees. She grew up around them, but these were Louisiana oak trees.
"New Orleans?! Elvis?" Jordee says, full of excitement. "I can't believe you brought me here! It's beautiful!"
"I knew you'd like it here. I have a place in town. Plus, my best friend lives here, and I'd like you to meet him."
"Oh, best friend? What's his name?"
"His name's Jerry."
"He's a vampire too?"
"Yes."
Suddenly, the sounds of New Orleans start to stir. A brass band plays their beautiful jazzy tune. Their tune sweep the streets and straight into Jordee's heart. The addictive melody of New Orleans.
Elvis stops the Mustang so the band can pass by in peace. Jordee takes her camera out of her bag, leaning out the open window to take a closer look at the musicians marching along the street. Duke howls along to the beat.
"Is it always this lively?" Jordee asks. "Is Mardi Gras season?"
"Actually, love, that's the ending of a New Orleans funeral," Elvis speaks in a sullen tone. "Thdy celebrate the lives of past loved ones with song and dance.
"How melancholy. But somehow beautiful. For death is only the beginning of the afterlife."
Jordee sits back down in her seat, watching respectfully as the band passes by. After another five minutes, Elvis puts the car back in drive and continues on their way.
Ten minutes later, Elvis approaches an old house surrounded by several live oak trees engulfed with Spanish moss. The house, unlike most colorful New Orleans homes, was a pale yellow that almost looked like a white if one only glanced at the architecture. Large pillars surrounded the front door; a few of the limbs of the ancient oaks draped the second story of the mansion. The pillars were covered with rich green vines with small flowers in tangled throughout. The baloney up top was covered by moss. Jordee saw it as a Gothic dream. It was a beautiful house.
"Is this where you live, my precious one? Jordee asked Elvis in a deep Southern accent.
"No," Elvis answered. "It's where we live, my love."
Jordee smiles at Elvis as he pulls in front of the door. She steps out of the car, trying to get her bearings from being in the car for so long. They made one pitstop in Mississippi to fill up the gas tank, but that had to be three hours ago. Jordee looks up at the large house in awe. Wow, is all that passes her lips.
"Jor, catch," Elvis says, getting her attention.
Elvis tosses the keys to the front door. Jordee turns just in time to catch the keys. She examines the little golden liking keys. They're older than her key to her apartment in Tennessee.
"Go on, Jor," Elvis tells her. "Go look in the house. I'll get the bags."
"Okay," Jordee says, walking up the stone steps to the door.
She opens the old door and walks inside. The floors are all marble gray that leads into a large living room on the left. In front of her, a large spiral staircase that led to the upstairs. Jordee walks un further for a closer look. On the right, there's an empty ballroom with large windows and a grand piano. The room is topped off with crystal chandelier.
Jordee pretends she's the bell of the ball. She slow twirls around as if there were music playing in the room. She takes a bow to the left and to the right as her friends and family applaud her. She stands up tall, smiling at the beauty around her.
"This is... magnificent," Jordee says.
"Isn't, though?" Elvis says, carrying the rest of their bags inside.
Duke, the dog walks in as Elvis closes the front door. Duke makes himself at home in the living room.
"Elvis, when did you buy this place?"
"Back in 1958. I spent the summer here on business. The original owner moved away, and I was able to convince him to sell this place to me."
"I bet you had some wild parties here then. Especially in the 50s."
"Have you seen upstairs yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Come on. That's where we'll be staying," Elvis says, extending his hand out to Jordee.
Jordee joyfully takes his hand, following him upstairs to the master bedroom. Elvis has her luggage in one hand, putting the luggage down he opens up the double doors. Directly in front of them are the set of windows that lead to the baloney. The windows cast the luminous light inside the room with no need for a lamp. Even with the shear cream drapes. To the right, a king-size bed. To the left of the room, a small living area complete with a sofa, end table with a lamp, coffee table, and fireplace. Jordee sees an open door to the bathroom.
"Elvis, this is incredible," Jordee says.
Elvis guides Jordee in front of him. He kisses her lips. Jordee wraps her arms around his waist, placing her hands palm open on his back. They move their tongues over one another's tongue, ready to start their life together and consummate their marriage.
Elvis moves his mouth to her cheek and down to her neck.
"Elvis, wait," Jordee stops him.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing," she says out of breath. "Let me take a shower and freshen up some."
Elvis looks Jordee up and down with sexy eyes and a smirk on his face. He can wait a moment longer. Absence does make the heart grow fonder.
"Okay. I have one request, Mrs. Aaron," Elvis says, slowly backing away from her.
"What is it?"
Elvis pulls her luggage in the room and opens it up. He pulls out her wedding gown.
"Wear this, please?" Elvis asks.
But from the look in his eyes, Jordee could have sworn he was pleading. Jordee doesn't hesitate to take her gown from Elvis. Whatever his idea was, she was game.
"I'll give you some time alone," Elvis says, kissing her forehead.
Elvis walks out of the room, closing the double doors behind him. Jordee rushes to her luggage to take out her shea butter and cocoa butter body wash. She grabs her lotion, hairbrush, mini razor, and hair pudding. She turns the shower, grabs a washcloth, and jumps in. The water is the perfect temperature to calm her nerves. As excited as she is, Jordee is nervous as well. She's never been with a married man before, and this man is her husband.
Jordee washes her hair, gets out of the shower, and covers herself with a fresh towel. She dries her hair and puts the curling pudding on her curls for an extra bounce. She gets her small razor out, shaving all the unwanted hair off her body. Her legs. Under her arms. All landscaping. She was very quick, yet very careful not to cut herself. Even if would drive Elvis crazy.
Jordee slips inside her wedding gown and looks in the mirror. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself what's to come. As she breathes into her nose, she smells the calming scent of lavender and fresh linen. Jordee walks out of the bathroom and sees lit candles surrounding her with their heavenly glow. Their on the coffee table, the mantle of the fireplace, and the floor. As Jordee looks down as her feet, she notices the flower petals that lead to the bed. She follows them around the small corner where Elvis waits for her.
There he is. Elvis sits on the bed wearing nothing but a sheet to cover himself up. In his hand is a white rose. Elvis smiles at Jordee and starts pulling off more petals.
"She loves me. She loves me not. She loves me. She loves me not," he says, as Jordee approaches him.
Elvis hands her the rose as he rises from the bed. Jordee pulls one last petal from the rose.
"She loves you with all of her heart," Jordee whispers.
Elvis touches her face, leaning his head against hers. They hug one another as if they hadn't seen each other in months.
"My wife. My love," Elvis whispers to her. "I love you so much."
"I love you so much," Jordee says, kissing his lips.
Elvis passionately kisses her back, working his way down to her neck and shoulders. When he kisses her right shoulder, he loops his finger through her dress strap, pulling it down. Jordee drops her rose, allowing Elvis to have his way with her.
"Take me, Elvis," Jordee whispers. "I'm yours mind, body, fresh, and soul."
That was all Elvis needed to hear. He picks her up and tosses her on the bed, making passionate, unbridled love to her. Elvis holds back, but Jordee can't tell. She just wants more. Elvis gives her all of him all night long, surrounded by candles, flower petals, and love. She falls asleep in Elvis' arms with one word falling from her lips.
"More."
"Rest, Jor," Elvis whispers, kissing the back of her neck.
Elvis lies beside her for the rest of the night. Random times throughout the night, he kisses her neck and shoulders. He gently plays with the strands of her hair.
"Mine," he whispers. "You'll always be mine."
As morning approaches, Elvis knows Jordee will be up soon. He slips out of bed, heading to the kitchen to make Jordee breakfast. A moment or so passes, and Jordee wakes up. Smelling the scent of food in the air, she gets out of bed. She finds a large shirt that belongs to Elvis and walks downstairs. When Jordee walks into the kitchen, she sees Elvis finishing up her breakfast.
"Good morning, love," Elvis greets her.
"Morning, husband."
"Not a good morning?"
Jordee slowly sashays to Elvis.
"A good morning," Jordee starts. "Would be you fucking me awake."
Jordee wraps her hands around Elvis' neck, pulling him close to her to kiss him. Kissing passionately, they roll their tongues over one another's. Jordee moan in Elvis' mouth. Elvis pulls away and hums.
"It's breakfast time," Elvis says. "I need you strong for all the activities we're going to do."
"Okay," Jordee whispers, shrugging her arms.
"I need to make a quick trip to the counter store."
"Our bond. You need me to come with you?"
"No, it's not too far, and I won't be gone long. You know I can't. I'll always come back to you."
"Okay."
"Duke is staying with you."
Elvis kisses her forehead, leaving Jordee alone with her omelette and pancakes. She savors every bit of her food. Everything tastes more fresh and sweet. She takes a sip of her orange juice. It freshly squeezed with very little pulp. Breakfast was delicious. Jordee takes her napkin and wipes her lips. She's more than satisfied. Now, Elvis needs to come back.
Duke starts to growl. Something Jordee has never heard Duke do. He's always been a quiet and peaceful dog. Jordee gets up from the kitchen counter, moving toward Duke.
"What's up, boy?" Jordee asks him. "What's the matter?"
Duke looks at the window and starts to bark loudly. Loudly enough to cause Jordee to jump and fear. Jorded walked to the window to see what Duke saw.
As she approached the window, the doorbell rang. She retreats from the window and goes to the door. Jordee looks through the peephole. Seeing no one there, Jordee asks aloud who was there. But still no answer. She opened the door, peeking her head put to glance around. She looks down and sees a jewelry box. She picks it up and walks back inside, locking the door behind her.
"Is this what you were barking at, Duke? Huh?" Jordee asks, examining the gift box. "Did you see the mailman? Huh, boy?"
Jordee gently scratches Duke's head, calming him down. She looks at the gift box, wondering why Duke would be disturbed by a gift? Duke barely barks at anyone. When Elvis comes into the room, Duke walks to him to be greeted. Almost like a child. Something must be wrong if Duke was barking like that. Hounds of Hell are true guard hounds. They only bark for warnings. They attack to keep their master safe.
Jordee looks all over the box. Nothing seems out of place. It's just a gift. Maybe something from Elvis. She opens the box, revealing a gorgeous emerald and diamond necklace.
"Whoa," Jordee says.
Her eyes widen from the beauty of this necklace. It's more extravagant than she would have chosen for herself, but she can deny the beauty of this necklace. There's a note at the top of the case that reads:
To the bride:
This wedding gift is for you. No bride is complete with her jewelry. No queen is complete without her crown. Congratulations.
She walks back upstairs and gets ready for the day. She puts on her white and blue maxidress. It's the pretty dress to be worn with this necklace. She puts the necklace around her neck, clapping the back against her neck. Jordee looks in the mirror at her appearance. She can't deny her stunning beauty with the necklace on. Suddenly, a feeling takes over her body. She feels unsteady on her, and her tummy feels queasy.
"Jordee," Elvis calls out.
The feel subsides, and Jordee feels better. Elvis is home. She meets him at the door and hugs his neck. They kiss one another, helping Elvis get his strength back. Twenty minutes too long away from Jordee kills him.
"We didn't have any wine in the house," Elvis said. "I thought I'd get you some."
"That sounds like a plan."
"Where'd ya get that necklace?" Elvis asks, pointing to Jordee's neck.
"It was delivered here by messenger, I'm sure. They just left it in front of the door. It said it was a wedding gift to me. I thought it was you," Jordee says, explaining herself.
"Take it off," Elvis commands.
Jordee is taken aback by Elvis' command. He never has spoken to her in such a domineering tone before. She felt like she was in high school again. It wasn't a pleasant feeling.
"Why should I take it off?" Jordee asks, holding to her neck.
"Take it off!" Elvis shouts, ripping the necklace off of her neck and fligging it across the room.
Jordee is visibly shaken by Elvis' temper. A side of him she's never witnessed before. Not really. The night before, Elvis told Jordee he was a vampire she saw a glimpse of anger that scared her. It wasn't this bad.
Elvis looks Jordee. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he's immediately remorseful. He tries to touch her face, but Jordee pushes his hand away from her.
"Don't touch me," Jordee says.
"Love," Elvis tries to apologize.
"What's going on with you?"
"I-I have issues with that necklace."
"Elvis, it started before the necklace. It started a week or so ago. The surprise trip on a whim to see my family. You randomly asking me to quit my job. You wanting to get married so quickly after planning for three weeks. I'm no fool. What's going on, Elvis?!"
"I... I-I-I don't know how to tell you without making you angry," Elvis tells her.
"Just talk. I'll make up my mind if I'm angry."
Elvis pauses, gathering his words.
"That necklace," Elvis started. "Belonged to an old... girlfriend of mine. My last girlfriend."
"Bianca?"
Elvis can't look Jordee in the eye. Nor answer her with words. He nods his head in shame akin to a small toddler who finds himself in trouble.
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