✨ Elvis, Comfy. Congrats on the followers, babe! C:
Aww Z, you beauty! Thank you so much! 💗 This was so fun to write for you.
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“Are you comfy, honey?” Elvis asks as you settle in beside him on the seat, wiggling beneath his outstretched arm and cuddling into his side. He pulls you in protectively and fiddles with a piece of your hair absentmindedly.
“Mm hmm,” you hum and nod your head, pulling the fuzzy blanket over your lap, covering your legs and Elvis’s. The air is crisp and clear, you can see the blanket of stars covering the night sky, and just a hint of the Milky Way.
Companionable silence envelopes you both as you gaze at the stars and lean your head back to rest on Elvis’s arm. You feel him shift beside you slightly and look at him out of the corner of your eye. Blue eyes stare back at you, a soft smile playing around the corners of his plush lips.
“What are you lookin’ at, Presley?” you say teasingly, turning back to the sky.
“Oh nothin’, nothin’, just wanna make sure baby’s comfy.” He plants a soft kiss on your forehead and looks up at the stars once more.
“There!” you say excitedly, “Right there! Did you see it, E?” A meteor shower was passing over Memphis tonight and since you both kept strange hours, it was the perfect activity for night owls such as yourselves.
“I saw it, honey.” You hear the smile in his voice. “Made a wish on it too. Already came true though,” he whispers and you can’t help but look at him again. All you see before he kisses you are the stars in his eyes, reflecting the ones in your own.
