The Fire We Make Chapter Seven
Summary: You and Elvis just can't keep yourselves away from one another.
Word Count: ???
Warnings: Smut (sexual encounter) meaning the following may not be suitable for younger viewers. Parental discretion is advised! Do not interact if you're are under 18 years of age!
Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Seven! I've been writing this in my head to made sure it's understandable for y'all. I know how I want reader and Elvis to be together... or separate, but these kids still need to figure out somethings. I hope you're enjoying this wild ride as much as I am.
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One year ago...
You try to slow your heart rate down from all the running you've done. You're shaking not from fear but from the cold of Elvis' cold black stutz. You can't bring yourself to look at Elvis.
"Baby, you're shaking like a leaf," he says, taking his jacket off and draping it around your shoulders.
As Elvis gently rubs your arms, you take a look at him. It's been six years since you saw him face to face. Somehow this man ages like a fine wine. Just better with age. His hair is longer like he's rolling with the times. He's sideburns outline his perfectly sculpted jawline. He looks better than you last saw him, and Elvis just got out of the Army. Somehow, his eyes are more blue. He's absolutely gorgeous.
"Baby, what the hell happened?" Elvis asks you. "Why are you out in the rain?"
"I..." you pause.
You don't want to lie to him, but you can't lie to him.
"Your lip is bleeding," Elvis says, gently brushing the corner of your lip with his thumb.
He takes out a tissue and holds it to your lip. A few moments later, your at Graceland. People surround the gates just like they always do to get one glance of Elvis. Even in the rain.
Elvis rushes you inside and escorts you upstairs to his bedroom. You go into his bedroom and stand in the middle of the room. His jacket clings to your body as you shiver from being soaking wet and cold. Elvis leaves you for a moment to get you some towels. You dare not to sit on the bed.
A part of you is stunned because you've never been in his room before. You are married, so you feel as if you're crossing a big line. You've been faithful to Nathan even when he was unfaithful to you. Another part of you is terrifying that Anita will come rushing in screaming at you and you can't take that right now.
Elvis comes back into the room with three large towels.
"Y/N, you'll catch your death if you keep those clothes on," Elvis says, running to his closet.
Elvis grabs one of his white button up blouses off of the rack. He takes your hand, leading you to the bathroom.
"Take those clothes off and take a warm shower. Leave your clothes on the floor outside the door and I'll get one of the ladies to wash and dry them for you," Elvis instructed.
He turns you leave and you tap his shoulder. You hand him his jacket that he gave you and you whisper a grateful,
"Thank you."
Elvis takes his jacket back and smiles at you, shutting the door behind him.
You quickly strip your dress off and jump into the shower. You let the warm water run over you from head to toe. It comforts you. Elvis did this. He made you feel comfortable again.
You walk out of the bathroom, wearing Elvis' button up shirt. Elvis sits on the bed with a cup of warm tea in his hand.
"This is for you," Elvis says, passing you the cup. "Ms. Nancy says this will knock out a cold before it even gets a chance to start."
"Thank you," you say, taking the cup away from him.
You take a sip of your tea and it coats your throat. It warms you from the inside and relaxes your muscles.
"Now, you wanna tell me why you were out in the pouring rain in the middle of the night?" Elvis asks.
You look at your cup, trying to conjure up a convincing story to tell Elvis.
"It wasn't raining when I let my house. I don't have a car and I started walking towards my mother's."
You decided a string of truthful facts would be good enough for the moment. Elvis slowly nodded his head. You're not too positive he believes you, but didn't pry anymore.
"Baby, come sit down," Elvis jesters to the bed. "Why you way over there?"
You shrug and sit next to him on the bed. You take another sip of your tea then you place it on the nightstand.
"You wanna tell me who hit you in the eye and cut your lip?" Elvis asks.
"I fell," you say. Not looking into Elvis' way.
He moves your head so you're facing him. You look into his oceanic hues of mystic cerulean. Without a word, Elvis places his hand over your eye and lip. You feel the warmth radiate from his hand. A tingling sensation passes through you unlike anything you've ever felt before.
"How does it feel now?" Elvis asks.
You place your hand over his, reeling yourself back into reality.
"It's not throbbing anymore," you answered, looking at his ethereal face.
Elvis leans forward and kisses your forehead gently. His lips linger there long enough for you to forget your married to another man. Elvis slowly traces your face with his lips. He smells your damp hair.
"I missed you, baby," Elvis whispers.
"I missed..." you pause. "Elvis, we can't."
"Why not?"
"Where's Anita?" You ask.
Elvis pulls away from you with one eyebrow raised. Then he realizes you don't know.
"Y/N, Anita and I haven't been together in years. We broke up a year after you broke up with me," he confessed.
Your mind is screaming. Anita is gone, but you're still married.
"I've had several different girlfriends since, but I'm not getting married anytime soon or nothing like that."
"Why not?"
"Because, baby. They're not you."
You look in his eyes, seeing how honest he was being with you. That same fire that always ignited within you everytime he touched you or looked at you burns deep in you now. Your cheeks warm up and you look at your lap. You look anywhere else but Elvis' eyes. You feel yourself getting wet at the shear thought of him. You haven't felt this way in years. After the first time Nathan hurt you, you lost all lust and love for him. But Elvis... his mere touch burns you.
"Elvis, I'm not that special," you say, trying to move away from him.
"Look at me, Y/N," Elvis demands, gently caressing your face in his hands.
You look into the depths of his ocean eyes.
"You are everything. You are smart. When you're in a room with people you don't brag about your accomplishments or degrees. You're present. You're funny and kind. And so damn beautiful. Your smile," Elvis glances at your lips then back to your eyes. "Baby, when you smile my world is alright. I love the way you listen and encourage. If that coward of a husband doesn't tell you you're beautiful every day of your life. He doesn't deserve you."
A tear comes down your eye. You can't recall a time when Nathan called you beautiful. If he ever did it's overshadowed by the times he's called you all the ugly names.
Elvis wipes your tear away with the pad of his thumb.
"Thank you," you whisper.
Elvis kisses your lips and lays you down against the pillows. You don't stop him. You both begin to make out like the old days except this time you're in his room. He moves his hands underneath your button up blouse, massaging your breasts. You're definitely soaking wet now.
Elvis sits up and unbuttons your blouse. Your completely naked in front of him. He touches your chest. His fingertips have calluses on them, but his hands feel delightful tracing your skin.
"You're so beautiful, baby," Elvis says.
He bends down to kiss you once more. Then he takes his shirt off. You get to see his body in a different way. Elvis wears a cross that glance over his chest hair. Elvis leans down and kisses your stomach, working his way to your breast.
This is new to you and you love it. Sex with Nathan was boring. Not fun. The first time it hurt. Nathan wasn't necessarily gentle with you. It almost felt forced. As time went on, it was exciting because you believed Nathan loved you and you loved him. You wanted a baby with him. Then when he started hitting you that dream died. Then it was a chore. It was what could you do for him. It was a one way street.
But this... it feels so different. It feels good and right. Elvis puts your nipple in his mouth and swirls it round with his tongue. You lift your back up at the sensation of Elvis' mouth. He slips his hand into your wet heat causing you to moan loudly.
"So wet, baby," Elvis says, inserting his fingers into his mouth to taste you. "I've barely touched you."
"Touch me again, Elvis. Please," you beg.
He kisses your lips again then slips down the bed. He spreads your legs open and inserts two fingers into your sacred place. He wiggles his fingers inside you causing you to buck and moan. He uses his thumb to massage your clit and your body jolts. You feel the coals in the pit of your belly burn warm and bright. You grip the pillow behind your head for leverage.
"Oh, Elvis," you moan.
Elvis takes that was a sign to place his mouth on your clitorus and he starts sucking you. He takes your breath away. You try breathing through the sensation of being absolutely mouth fucked by Elvis Presley.
Sweat springs from your pores as the fire courses through your body. Your mind is reeling. Your heart races in your chest. You've only been with one other man and he's never made you feel like this. You long to be closer to him; placing your hands in his hair. You feel the burning in your pussy like the feeling of being on a rollercoaster. The rush of it is coming so fast. Elvis works your clit and inter vagina with his finger until you combust. The feeling washes over you like a might wave of the sea. It hits you like a freight train.
Elvis climbs up your sweat, limp body, and kisses your lips. You taste yourself on him; you hold him close.
"Elvis," you whisper, trying to catch your breath. "I've never... felt that way before."
"I made you feel good, huh, baby?"
"You made me feel like... alive."
He kisses you.
"You ready for round two?" Elvis asks, grinding against you.
"There's more?"
"I've barely started, baby."
"Then yes," you say, kissing him again. "Give it to me, baby."
Elvis gets off you, unbuckles his pants, and pulls them down. Elvis is thick and long. Longer than what's his name. The difference is a boy to a man. It makes you a bit terrified.
"Elvis, I don't think you'll fit."
"It will. I'll be gentle with you."
He lays on top of you, kissing you tenderly. You open your legs to him. He takes his hand and stretches your out with his fingers
"You trust me, Y/N?" Elvis whispers to you.
"With all my heart, I trust you."
Elvis slowly sinks his cock into your pussy. You relax yourself as much as possible in order to take as much as you can from him. He pulls out of you halfway, leaving his tip inside you. He repeats the action again and again. He feels so good. You lock your legs around his waist and hold onto his back has he rides you into waves of pleasure.
Elvis, unlike what's his face, takes his time. He wants you to feel just as incredible as he does. He's being so gentle with you. He screws you into a stupor where you're oblivious to the outside world. It's just you two not on your patch of grass. In his bed, having his way with you over and over again. You've never felt this good before.
"Elvis, I'm coming."
"Good. Come with me baby. Take all of me," Elvis says, picking up his pace.
He grabs your hand and places it on your clit, causing you to rub circles on it vigorously. The fire burns you both. The flames licks your skin. The incredible feeling send you both over the edge. Elvis collapses on top of you trying to catch his breath.
"Wow," is all you can say."
Elvis sits up on top of you, looking into your eyes. He kisses you, bringing you back to Earth.
"I love you," Elvis whispers.
You blink your eyes, believing that you were hearing things.
"Elvis, what did you say?"
"I said I love you. I always have even back then. You're special. I care so deeply for you," he says, holding you close.
He holds you in the spooning position. Another tear cascades down your cheek. You longed for those words to come from his lips because you loved him too. You fall asleep in his arms without saying another word.
You sneak out the next morning without a word and go to your mother's house as originally planned. A week later, you're back with Nathan. He made more promises that he broke, and you never tell your mother a thing.
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You jolt yourself back into reality. The water in the shower is freezing now. You run your fingers into your hair. You dry off and lay down in the bed, missing Elvis.
You are going back to him tonight.
The scary part. You won't be leaving him again.
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