The Fire We Make Chapter Eight
Summary: You and Elvis just can't keep yourselves away from one another.
Warnings: Alcohol, cussing... smut
Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Eight!
I do apologize for taking so long on this chapter. My issue was I knew how I wanted to start and finish this chapter, I didn't know how I want the middle of the story. Great thing I have an imagination, right?
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It's seven oʻ clock and you're ready to go to Graceland. You're not sure if Nathan was serious about going, but you take out his best dress clothes and iron them. You know he doesn't believe you about knowing Elvis, but you don't care. You mission is to leave this house tonight for good.
You look in the mirror, finishing up the last touches of your hair and makeup. You're wearing your best dress that fits you perfectly in all the right places. A warmth spreads across your chest of the anxiousness and excitement of seeing Elvis. You love each other. It awakens the butterflies in the pit of your belly.
You hear the door and it shakes you out of your daydream. The door slams and you walk out of the bathroom to see Nathan. He looks at you. His face is in shock. You're not sure if he finds you beautiful or not. He never compliments you anymore, but just insults you.
"You're home," you say. "I have your clothes ready."
Nathan blinks himself back into reality.
"Yeah, right. For the ah, Graceland party," Nathan says, quoting himself with his fingers.
Nathan wastes not time cleaning himself up and getting dressed. He doesn't make you wait long. You drive the car and Nathan sits comfortably and unbothered in the passenger seat. He has a smug demeanor written all over his face, silently saying that your lying, but he'll play along. You read him well. The thing is you've never lied to him about anything. You never told him about having an affair with Elvis, but that will change tonight.
You turn into the gate of Graceland. It's crowded with fans. Nathan looks at everyone crowding the car. He's not used to that. There's a look of shock on his face that mimics the look he gave you earlier.
"How are we getting in, Y/N?" Nathan asks. "Your imaginary friend?"
You stick your head out the window and wave your arm. Two guards stand at the gate as they open for you to drive through. The shock never leaving Nathan's face. You try not to laugh so you press your cheeks together as you drive up the driveway.
You get out the car and Nathan sits in his seat flabbergasted that you made it this far. You look at him.
"Nathan, come on!," you shout, willing him out the car.
Nathan reluctantly gets out the car. You grab his hand and walk him inside. You open the door and the music fills the air mixed with the scent of barbecue. You look down and realize Nathan still holds your hand. He never pulls away from you.
You turn and see Sandy with a big smile on her face. She reaches out to hug you, and you gladly embrace her. You loved coming to Graceland. After all these years, it was like you were coming home to a loving family.
Jerry hugs you and Nathan squeezes your hand tightly. You ignore it until Nathan yanks you away from Jerry. Sandy gives him a look full of disdain and loathing.
"Oh, look. It's Nathan," Sandy says in a monotone not so interested tone. "Y/N, you brought Nathan."
"Sandy, I wish I could say it was a pleasure seeing," Nathan says.
"Don't bother lying, Nate. I didn't like you then, and I don't like you know," Sandy counters.
"Sandy, you pestering..."
"Jerry," you cut Nathan off. "This is Nathan. My husband. Nathan, this is Jerry. Sandy's husband and Elvis' close friend."
Jerry extends his hand to Nathan. Jerry smiles but you see the reluctance in his eyes. Nathan stubbornly shakes Jerry's hand. You see Nathan size Jerry up in that moment, but silently backs away.
"Nice to meet you, Nathan," Jerry says.
"Y/N, let's get drinks," Sandy says, taking you by the arm.
Sandy didn't give you a choice to say no, nor did she give Nathan a chance to refuse her taking you away from him. She escorts you to the kitchen, grabbing two glasses of champagne. You take a sip and smile.
"Y/N, why is your cheek red?" Sandy asks.
You brush your fingers across your cheek.
"I'm flushed, Sand. It's hot outside."
"It's a nice 75 degrees outside and the blush on your right cheek doesn't match the shade of your left cheek," Sandy says, taking a sip from her flute.
You know you can't truly conceal anything from Sandy. You want to tell her your plan, but you don't even know if Elvis will go along with what you're planning. What if Elvis has changed his mind about you in the last twenty four hours.
"You know, Y/N," Sandy says, snapping you away from your thoughts. "I never liked him. I always felt you could do better."
You pause. You've made up your mind that you'll tell her something because maybe it will settle the butterflies fluttering in your belly.
"In fact, Sandy," you move closer to her ear so you can tell her quietly. "I'm in love with someone else."
She freezes in the spot she sits in. Her shoulder stiffens as her glass hangs mid-air. You move to look Sandy in the eyes, and her eyes are blown wide with shock. You hold in your laughter, but your shoulder shake.
"Y/N, are you having an affair?" She asks you.
You nod your head, taking another sip from your champagne flute.
"Don't leave me in suspense, Y/N. Who is he? Do I know him? Will I like him?"
"I can't tell you anymore, but what I will say is this. He's a great guy. I... loved him. He told me he loves me. I wanna be with him."
"Congratulations, babe. Let's cheers to love," she says, tapping your glass.
"Cheers, babe," you say, tapping her glass back.
You both walk back to the foyer, laughing over your girl time.
"What have you boys berry discussing?" You say, stopping by Jerry.
"Work," Nathan said flatly. "Did you get me a drink?"
"You wanna sip?" You ask, offering him your champagne flute.
"I don't want that shit. I want a real drink," Nathan says. "Get me a beer."
You try hiding the embarrassment you feel as your body goes into fight or flight mode. You don't hesitate to turn to get him his drink. The moment you turn around there's a bottle of unopened beer in your face. Your eyes follow the fingers all the way up to the person's face. Elvis.
Your body relaxes. Your heart steadies. Elvis would normally make your heart race, but at this moment he anchors you. He soothes you. Your body's not in flight or fight mode anymore. Your soul latches onto Elvis.
You gently grab the bottle from Elvis and smile.
Elvis smiles and nods at you. You turn back to give Nathan his beer.
"One beer delivered all accustomed to Elvis Presley Enterprise," you jest.
Nathan takes his beer from you. Usually he would statch the bottle away from you and chug it like a spoiled brat. He's behaving now. You're not sure if it's due to Elvis being there or not but it brings you a weird sense of joy.
"Nathan. This is Elvis. Elvis. This is Nathan," you say, introducing Elvis and Nathan to one another.
Elvis, forever the gentleman, extends his hand to shake Nathan's hand. Nathan hesitates. You're not sure if it's jealousy, shock, reluctance, or all three at once, but you definitely see the shame in Nathan's face. The red in his jawline is undeniable. You want to pat yourself on the back for proving yourself correct. Just wait until the punchline at the end of the night.
"Nathan, I've been wanting to meet you," Elvis says.
"I'm... surprised to say that I'm meeting you, Elvis," Nathan says, pulling his hand away. "But, ah, why were you wanting to meet me?"
"Because of Y/N. The guy that married her has everything."
You blush at Elvis' words.
"She's not that special," Nathan says, taking a swig from his beer. "She can barely cook at decent meal. Let alone keep a house."
And just like that, Nathan puts you to shame in front of everyone, most of all Elvis. Whatever confidence you had a moment ago has shattered into a million pieces.
"You don't realize what ya got, do you?" Elvis asks him. "Let's go sit and chat in the parlor."
Everyone moves into the living room except you. You linger in the doorway, watching quietly to see what's going to happen next. One thing you know is that Nathan doesn't like to be corrected or challenged, and Elvis stands his ground in a debate. But this time it's over you.
"Tell me what you see?" Nathan asks Elvis.
"Y/N graduated top of her class at UM. She works for the English department. Where she helps students learn to pass their classes..."
"You mean worked?" Nathan interrupted.
"Worked?" Elvis questions.
"Yeah, they fired her," Nathan lied.
You good and well that's a lie, and you know exactly why I had to leave.
You think to yourself. His lie is like lightning striking your heart. Nathan will do anything to make you look like the bad guy in the scenario. Elvis looks at you tucked away by the doorway. He knows the truth.
"Hell, Elvis," Nathan continues. "If it wasn't for me the lights would be off."
Nathan takes another swig from his beer. Elvis takes a sip of his Pepsi. It's funny because after all these years, Elvis prefers a soda over beer. It's quite admirable.
"I can't believe it," Nathan says. "You're really Elvis fuckin' Presley. Y/N likes to lie a lot so I thought you were some story she made up."
"Oh, no. Y/N and I go way back to 57 before I went into the Army. And I-I never known her to be a liar," Elvis said.
"Don't trust that one. She's sorry as hell. I pay all the bills. You know, I gotta keep the beer in the fridge and all cause ain't like she's helping."
Nathan chugs the remaining beer in the bottle then he looks at you.
"Woman," he catches your attention. "Go fetch me another beer now."
"You can't ask her nicer than that?" Elvis says, silently yet openly defending you.
"E, it's okay. I don't mind." You say, walking to get Nathan another beer.
You come back with another beer and hand it to Nathan. He snatches it this time. He pops off the top and douses it down like beer is going out if style. You dominate notice it, but Elvis' jaw cliches with anger.
"You might wanna ease up on the beer. Nathan," Elvis says. "It tarnishes the soul."
"This brings me more joy than this bitch ever did," Nathan says, pointing at you.
"Wine is mocker and beer is a brawler; whoever is led astray by them is not wise," Elvis says. "That's the book of Proverbs, sir."
You giggle along with half the people in the room. You don't make a big showcase of laughter, but it's loud enough for Nathan to see and hear you. You straighten up, covering your mouth with your fingers. The bitch comment broke your heart that he'd dare say it in public. The laughter helped but you could still run to the bathroom to be alone for a while.
Elvis and Nathan continue to have their conversation, and you slowly sneak out of the room to go into the bathroom. You quietly shed your tears in silence. You know you deserve better than Nathan. How dare he speak to you that way. You wipe the tears away from your eyes and wash your face.
You walk out the bathroom and standing against the wall is Elvis. You nearly jump out of your skin.
"Easy there, doll. It's just me," Elvis says, grabbing your arms.
"I'm happy it's you, E," you say, touching his chest.
Elvis takes your hands and leads you to a private room. He locks the door behind him. You look each other in the eyes for a moment. That fire is back inside you. The coals heat up within the pit of your tummy. Within your veins pumps liquid heat, fueling the flames of your heart. Only Elvis makes your heart burn. Makes you glow like a firefly on a warm summer night.
You both simultaneously grab one another in a passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck. His lips are so soft and sweet. He holds your waist so tenderly. Oh, God, how you love this man. Elvis puts his hands on your warm cheeks, breaking the kiss to look at you.
"You came back, baby," Elvis says breathlessly.
"I was afraid you weren't coming back."
You brush a stray hair from Elvis' eyes and hold his face. He was afraid? That one sad statement made you both melancholy and happy because he was afraid of losing you. It meant he cared.
"Elvis, you told me you loved me. I had to come back to tell you I love you too," you pause, unsure about how much you should tell Elvis.
"You do?" Elvis asks. "You love me?"
"With all that I am, I love you, Elvis Presley. And... if you'll have me, I'm yours."
He kisses your lips again, more softly this time.
"Y/N, be mine," Elvis asks you. "Stay with me. Never me again."
"Yes, to everything. All the above."
You two gently make out like you did back in the old days except this time you're in the house. In a bedroom. An empty bedroom.
Elvis kisses down you neck to your shoulders. Your hands wonder slowly down his back to firm ass. Elvis slowly pushes you against the wall. His hand wonders down your hip to your thigh and under your dress. His cool hand studying the skin of your thigh and up into your panties. You suck in a breath of shock.
Would Elvis really be so bold to have sex with you with Nathan sitting down the hall? Elvis slips his forefinger onto your clit, rubbing nice circles inside of you. This answers your question. Elvis could less about the monster in the living room. He wants you, the beauty in the bedroom.
As Elvis gently rubs your clit, you mange to unzip his pants and stroke his hardened cock. You both kiss one another as each other use your hands to pleasure the other.
Elvis can't help himself. He takes his hand out of your panties and rips the fabric. He swiftly turns you around, facing the wall. You grip the wall as you stand on your tippy toes.
Elvis puts his hand inside of you, stretching you out then enters inside of you. He fills you to the brim. He makes you bend over a little more for better access and you love it. You've never been taken from the back. You quietly moan, hoping no one hears you. Elvis thrusts his warm length in you again and again, burn you. The flames of passion can't be quenched just yet. You need more. Elvis takes your free hand and places it on your clitorus to rub it as you pumps himself inside of you. He was sensing what you needed to feel even better than before.
You want to scream and let the entire house know that Elvis is fucking you from behind. Consequences be damn. You want to scream his name and moan as you breathe through each and every thrust of pleasure. But you don't you breathe through your nose and force your mouth closed. The waves of ecstasy are too good you have to breathe through your mouth as Elvis grunts.
"Who. Do you. Belong to?" Elvis whispers in your ear.
"You, Elvis," you force out through a quiet whimper.
"Elvis," you whimper as the wave of passion, lust, and orgasm hit you like raging fire.
Elvis pushes into you one last hard time, filling your pussy up to your g spot. He placed his hand over your mouth, believing he's a master of his craft. He knew you were going to finally scream out in pleasure, but that was only for him to witness.
He pulls himself out of you. You drop off your tippy toes, relaxing your feet. Your breathing is a little labored. Elvis pulls his pants up in place zipping them closed. Elvis destroyed your panties, so there's no use to hiding his cum spilling out of you.
Elvis walks to the bathroom for a cloth. He comes back to clean you up.
"Thank you, Elvis," you tell him.
"Of course. I'm not cleaning everything though. I still you wet. We'll finish this later."
Yes, after we take out the trash.
And you know exactly how you want to handle it
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