I recently ordered the Memphis boxset that came out this past summer and had a minute to look through the booklet inside, and wow, I was not expecting to find myself tearing up over a passage at the end of it. So, of course, I had a moment where I spiraled over the cultural impact of Elvis, as I often do after reading stuff like this. I'm very curious to hear yall's thoughts cause I've never really thought too much about this topic, and I find it super interesting. âĄ
Elvis on February 3rd, 1976, getting his photo taken for his Memphis Police Reserve Captain ID.
To begin this discussion, here is the passage in question that tugged at my heart:
"At Graceland, the upstairs was Elvis's private domain. The curtains were kept closed, foil covered the windows and blocked out the sun. Access was limited, and as the coterie of friends, girlfriends, and hangers-on slowly diminished, fewer sought entry. There was no thrum of the streets, no Shake Rag or Beale, no winds of change. His bedroom door was kept closed, the air conditioning was always very cool, and he read oversized spiritual tomes, looking for a way out, looking for a way in.
His bedroom was isolated, less a room in a house and more a chamber in space. Tupelo was a million miles away, Vegas and Hollywood were further, and though Memphis was just outside the door, its inspiration available and attainable, no new air could seep in. He was an expatriate in his own hometown.
Memphis giveth, and Memphis taketh away, and the city had given Elvis more than he could ever have imagined asking for, more than he ever wanted, and then like the ocean before a tsunami wave, it had withdrawn. Or he'd withdrawn from it. The fullness was bare, the loud laughter now spare, the warmth artificial from electric blankets. Words turned to sounds but not the joyful scatting of childhood, more a mumble, a murmur, a confusion that he could neither understand nor express.
When asked what he missed about Memphis, a 25-year-old Elvis on his way home from the army said, "Everything. I mean that everything." Late in life, and too fully ensconced there to be comfortable, he might have replied with words the same.
Elvis died at Graceland, upstairs, a man alone, less than a year after the last wail from the jungle room."
Robert Gordon, Memphis, 2024
The Memphis boxset focuses on all of Elvis's recordings that took place in Memphis, TN from his start in Sun Studios back in 1954, all the way up to his final recording session that took place in the den (now famously the Jungle Room) of Graceland. The set features 111 tracks and offers up a beautiful selection of songs that showcase the progression of Elvis' artistic style over the years.
This particular passage by Robert Gordon sits at the very end of the booklet included in the boxset, endcapping the famous Junge Room sessions with an introspective look at Elvis' relationship with Memphis and how that influenced his music. But why did this passage stand out to me so much? Why did it tug so hard at my heart?
"Memphis giveth, and Memphis taketh away."
Such a simple sentence, and yet it speaks volumes for the landscape of how Elvis and Memphis are intrinsically tied together, both then and now.
While Memphis had famous musicians before and after Elvis' rise to fame, none quite reached the level of stardom that Elvis achieved, and unlike many stars of then and now, Elvis was proud of his hometown, holding a natural love and affection for the city that served as an escape from the Presley's poverty in Tupelo. Memphis wasn't just any city for the Presley family, it was a second chance. It was an opportunity for them to create something better for themselves. And for a young Elvis of thirteen years old, it offered hope. Elvis was constantly striving for something bigger, something better, for both him and his family, and Memphis offered that in spades.
Elvis was immediately enamored with Memphis, and soon after their arrival, the music of Memphis would take hold of Elvis. While in Tupelo, Elvis was already familiar with a variety of music styles, such as country and gospel, but in Memphis, there was a music for every sort of flavor, and no doubt Elvis listened avidly. Whether it be by turning on Daddy-O-Dewey, Dewey Phillips at WHBQ, or turning the dial to WDIA, an all black programming station that played many local artists such as B.B. King and Rufus Thomas. Even on Sunday nights, Elvis would be able to listen to a sermon from Reverend W. Herbet Brewster, appealing to the inherently spiritual side of Elvis' nature.
Elvis listened to it all, and in time, it helped to mold him into the artist he would become in just a few short years. Elvis was constantly inspired by everything around him, and it all came together, allowing him to develop a level of self-confidence that hadn't previously existed in the young boy. As his love for music continued to expand, his image evolved with it.
"It seemed as if he was determined to make a statement, he was intent upon setting himself apart, without ever raising his voice or changing from the polite, well-mannered boy that he knew he would always be. By his dress, his hair, his demeanor, though, he was making a ringing declaration of independence. More and more to his fellow schoolmates he was a âsquirrel,â a misfit, a freak, as he would later describe himself, but not a freak to himself. Photographs show an increasing self-confidence, an increasingly studied self-image, even as he was being increasingly rejected by others."
The Rise of Elvis Presley: Last Train to Memphis (by Peter Guralnick)
There's no denying the influence that Memphis played on Elvis' life, but what did Elvis do for Memphis?
While Elvis had homes in other places, such as Beverly Hills and Palm Springs out in California, he always returned to Memphis. His home was always there. When asked in 1960 if Elvis had plans to sell Graceland, he said no. Graceland was his home, Memphis was his home. He always came back.
Not only that, but throughout the years, Elvis constantly found ways to give back to Memphis through his charitable donations. Beginning in 1961, Elvis made it a yearly tradition during the holidays to donate to 50 different local charities throughout Memphis, donating around $100,000 every year. One of his favorite charities to support was St Jude's Hospital for children, where in 1964, he gifted them a boat, which he purchased for $55,000. The boat would be auctioned off and sold soon after, raising the charity an impressive $75,000. On February 25th, 1961, Elvis Presley Day would be declared by both the Mayor of Memphis and the Govener of Tennessee and on that day, Elvis would perform two shows at the Ellis Auditorium for a Memphis Charity Show where $51,612 would be raised and distributed among twenty-six charities. On December 1st, 1967, he would donate $10,500 to the Memphis Jewish Community Center Building Fund and paid a $2,500 installment on that day.
These are just a handful of instances in which Elvis strived to give back to the community, and many of his charitable donations went unpublished. Elvis gave from the heart, and he truly only wanted what was best for Memphis, the city he called home.
Charitable donations aside, Elvis always returned to Memphis, not just to his home Graceland, but to record and make music. Elvis' music journey began the minute he walked through the doors of Sun Studios on 706 Union Ave, Memphis, TN during the summer of 1953 when Elvis was only eighteen years old. He would return one year later to record with the studio yet again, this time shocking the world with the debut of his first single: 'That's All Right Mama'. Elvis would stay with Sun Studios until November 20th, 1955, when he would officially sign with RCA Records.
Elvis wouldn't return to Memphis to record until January 13th, 1969 after hearing about American Sound Studios from his friend Marty Lacker. Elvis would take a trip down to the funky studio located on 2272 Deadrick Avenue to record several hit singles at American Sound, including 'Suspicious Minds' and 'In the Ghetto' alongside two full length albums which would proudly be titled: 'From Elvis in Memphis' and 'Back in Memphis'. These recording sessions were a much needed return to form for Elvis after several years of monotony while being stuck making picture after picture out in Hollywood. Life and soul seemed to be injected back into Elvis' music, and once again, he seemed to be inspired by the city he knew and loved.
A few more years would pass before Elvis came back to Memphis again to record, this time in an effort to give Elvis a closer to home option as he was disinterested in returning to Nashville or Los Angeles. This would come in the form of STAX Records, located on 926 E McLemore Ave, Memphis, TN. STAX was home to many famous recording artists, including Otis Redding, Isaac Hayes, Carla Thomas, and the electric duo of Sam and Dave. Elvis would first visit the studio July 20th, 1973 for his first recording session there. He would then return a few months later to cut another selection of songs beginning on December 10th, 1973. Three albums would be produced from these sessions: 'Raised on Rock', 'Good Times', and 'Promised Land'.
Fast forward two years, and Elvis' last recording session ever would take place right in the comfort of his own home at Graceland. RCA was struggling to get Elvis back into the studio, so in turn, they brought the studio to Elvis. These sessions would begin on February 2nd, 1976 in the den of Graceland with an RCA recording van parked out back. The songs recorded during this time were an obvious reflection of Elvis' emotional state at the time, his selection focusing on slower, almost bitter sweet style ballads that compliment the deep tombra of his voice. He would cut several hit singles, including 'Hurt' and 'For the Heart', and would produce two albums to be released over the next year: 'From Elvis Presley Boulevard Memphis TN' and 'Moody Blue' respectively.
Despite Elvis' label RCA Records not having a studio in Memphis, Elvis always found himself returning to his hometown to record. Something about Memphis drew him back while places like Nashville and Los Angeles failed to strike that same creative cord. It's almost poetic in a way. The first place Elvis ever recorded was in Memphis, and the last place he would ever record would also be in Memphis. His career would begin and end in the city he called home.
With Elvis and Memphis so closely tied together, one might expect the city to love and cherish the Presley name in a similar way to Elvis' birthplace of Tupelo, MS. But unfortunately, that's not the case. In Memphis, Elvis is nothing more than merchandise. A commodity, a tourist attraction, and in some cases nothing more than a joke. But why? Why has Elvis become a stranger in his own hometown? Why is it that the man who gave his all to the city he loved while he was alive, and a man who continues to give through the charities founded in his memory, so often overlooked and underappreciated by the city he adored?
Simply put, the majority of people visit Memphis because of Elvis. While Memphis has so much important history and cultural influence, many never discover that until entering the Elvis world. This was my personal experience and the experience of many other friends of mine.
To put it into perspective, over 600,000 people visit Graceland annually, generating an estimated $150 million dollars in revenue for the city of Memphis. Not only does Graceland as an enterprise profit, but small businesses, hotels, and larger chain establishments all profit from the visitors brought in because of Graceland. The Elvis Presley estate is also the most visited home in America (not counting the White House) and serves as a museum and the final resting place of Elvis and his family. In 2023, the Memphis economy increased by 6% from the previous year, growing by $6 billion dollars. It can be assumed that the release and popularity of Elvis (2022) being released played a part in that increase, bringing in even more tourists now that younger fans have become interested in the King of Rock 'n' Roll.
So, what's the point? For many, especially local Memphians, the image of Elvis Presley has usurped the man who lived and breathed the same air as them years prior. Graceland was no longer just a home, it was now an attraction. And while Graceland supports the community through the Elvis Presley Charitable Foundation (EPCF) in various different ways, there is a large cavern that sits between Elvis and the people of Memphis.
It's easy to speculate that this could also be influenced by the years of constant misinformation in regard to the influence that black music played on Elvis' style, and how despite there being more than enough evidence to prove otherwise, many still believe Elvis to be appropriating black culture and label him as racist. Misinformation can damage a reputation, and there's no doubt that this rampant spread of misinformation had an effect on Elvis' legacy in Memphis.
So, what's the conclusion?
"Memphis giveth, and Memphis taketh away."
Memphis gave Elvis more than he ever could have asked for, more than he ever could have possibly dreamed of. It gave him hope, it gave him inspiration, and it gave him a home. In turn, Elvis gave back to Memphis throughout his entire life and continues to do so today through his name and legacy that were left behind.
Elvis is a part of Memphis, just as Memphis is a part of him. The two are forever intertwined, but despite the two being so closely related, Elvis forever remains a stranger in his hometown. They drive down Elvis Presley Blvd, they pass that mansion on the hilltop where the light is always on, but they don't see a man who gave his all to the city he loved, they see tour buses and merchandise, a business now and a home no more.
The image remains, the man gone from the public eye, trapped in the upstairs room of Graceland, watching quietly as the cars pass by.
"I took a ride with my baby by my side
And the Elvis Presley Blvd. where all the faithful cried
And I saw that silent mansion and I knew that I was lost
They were selling plastic souvenirs of Elvis on the cross"
- Elvis Presley Blvd. (by Billy Joel)
I definitely let myself get carried away with this topic, but I find it extremely fascinating, and I think it's super important to understanding the cultural impact and the modern view of Elvis, not just as a whole throughout the world, but more so from his hometown where Elvis is expected to be loved and cherished.
Elvis is more than just a product to be sold, he's a man with a legacy that worth the recognition, and a life and heart worth remembering. âĄ
Disclaimer: I could say a LOT more about EPE as a whole and their impact on Memphis and how they fail, in many ways, to show any real support to the community considering the sheer amount of money they make annually as a business. Unfortunately, I didn't want to make this post about EPE, cause honestly that's a whole subject of it's own, but I'd love to make a seperate post about that sometime as I do think it plays a major role in how Memphians view Elvis and how ultimately Elvis has been turned into nothing more than a piece of merchandise to be sold, rather than a human being that played a large role in American history and the culture of the 20th century.
I love Graceland and I love Elvis, but I do not love EPE as a business and have many, MANY issues with how they decide to run things. But that my friends, is a topic for another day. âĄď¸
Prompt: Reuniting with Elvis was supposed to be the highlight of your summer, but with unresolved tensions between you two, things aren't what they seem. [Fem! reader]
TW: cussing, tension, angst
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 5.2k
A/N: Hi everyone! Hope your week is going well so far!. Here's the final chapter of this fic𼚠I had a great time writing this and fangirling over '69 E with you all. Hope you enjoyed. I want to make another post about the songs and stuff so I'll make that next. My next Phantom fic will be out this week too so keep an eye out for that toođ
You both stayed in bed til the afternoon. You were exhausted but had never been so content. You had never experienced Elvis being this attentive and also so needy. He just wanted all your attention all night long. He needed to have his hands on you, touching your soft skin or playing with your hair. You loved it and never wanted to get up from this bed.Â
You donât remember what time you two finally went to sleep but the sun was cracking through the curtains the last you recall. You get woken up by his lips peppering kisses down your chest and his tongue swirling around your nipple. You take a sharp breath in when you feel that electric shock that he gives you from his mouth. You keep your eyes closed and find his thick messy hair.Â
You moan softly, arching your body against his mouth. His other hand squeezes your breast and makes you writhe under him.Â
âItâs time to get up,â he hums cheekily. You struggle to take a breath as he focuses on sucking your hardened nipple.Â
âSeems like you want to keep me in this bed longer,â you sigh.Â
âI donât see anything wrong with that,â he teases.Â
He keeps you in bed as long as he can until you finally tear yourself from him. You were starving and he started to order room service. Because heâs Elvis, the food was up to the penthouse in record time. You realized you didnât eat much last night before the show because your nerves were so high for him. The food tasted delicious and it was probably because you were so starved. Elvis was the same way. That man could eat a whole feast and still want dessert.Â
After lunch, he wanted to go through tonightâs set list and make any last-minute changes. You couldnât wait to watch him perform again. It was going to be just as electric and exciting. You thought you could take a shower and take off all of last night's makeup as well as the sticky mess that was in between your legs.Â
You start the shower and make sure it's at the right temperature for you. Before getting in, you rummaged through the bathroom drawers and couldnât find a razor anywhere. You wanted to wear another dress tonight and you donât remember the last time you shaved your legs.Â
You turn off the water and go back out to the front room where Elvis is. You grab your purse off the chair and Elvis gets concerned about where youâre going. Â
âWhere you off to baby?â
âI just need something from the convenience store downstairs.â
âOh itâs okay Iâll get someone to get it for you,â he says going for the phone on the side table.Â
âNo itâs okay honey, I can do it. I wonât be gone too long,â you tease heading for the door.Â
You feel him swing you around and heâs pressing you against the door, a sly smirk worn on his face.Â
âYou better get back up here as quick as you can so I can help you with that shower,â he grumbles.Â
âOh, youâre going to help me hmm? I didnât know I needed help,â you tease.Â
âOh yeah baby trust me, youâve been doing it wrong for years. You need me to help you through it,â he says as he goes to kiss and suck on your neck. You gasp at how tender it is there and scratch at his chest.Â
âGod youâre killing me,â you groan. You feel his length getting hard and those damn hands roaming your aching body, in need of him already.Â
âLet Daddy take care of you,â he grumbles in your ear.Â
âNo you have to wait,â you sigh, âIâll be right back.â He grumpily agreed and his mouth passionately kissed your lips and made sure you knew how desperate he was for you. You groan loudly as you feel his cock get harder. He was impossible to say no to.Â
Your hand finds the door knob and you tug down on it and begin to pull it open as you continue to kiss him. Â
âIâll be quick. Iâll take care of this on my knees,â you say squeezing his whole package. He lets out a frustrated grunt and tries to kiss you but you move out of the way.Â
âWait for me Daddy,â you tease as you open the door behind you and are about to sneak out.Â
Elvisâ face in a flash turns from a cute boyish charm to a pale ghost. You are surprised by his sudden change of expressionand see heâs looking past your shoulder at someone else. You quickly turn around and find Dianne standing there, shell-shocked.Â
You also feel the color drain out of your face. Oh dear god your worst nightmare has come true. Youâre caught. Your secret that youâve been hiding for a month and a half has come crashing down on you. You turn back to look at Elvis. Youâre so paralyzed with fear, you donât know what to do or where to go.Â
Elvis swallows harshly and glances at you momentarily.Â
âGo ahead and get those things you needed honey, Iâm going to talk to Dianne,â he says calmly. You donât want to leave the two of them alone but you also donât want to hear her scream and yell at him.Â
âOkay, Iâll see you later baby,â you whisper. You probably shouldnât have said the pet name but you wanted to make sure Dianne knew you werenât just another woman to Elvis. You were his.Â
You turn back around and Dianne doesnât move from the doorway. She stared at your eyes defiantly and wore a snarl on her face. You brush past her and try to act like you werenât phased by her. Once you turn the corner you, feel your stomach drop. This was so bad. You couldnât deny it. You were going to hope that Elvis would put an end to all of this and it would be okay in the end. It might take some time but you two were going to be alright. You had to convince yourself of that or youâd uncontrollably cry. The sound of Dianne yelling at Elvis was the only thing you heard as you went down the elevator.Â
*
You had to calm yourself down. It was going to be okay. Just focus on the things you need to get. You find the little convenience store not too far down the hall from the elevator and try to be as normal as possible.Â
You rummage through the isles and pick up anything that you know wasnât in the bathroom. You pick up razors and shaving cream and also some better shampoo. The one that was in the shower left your hair a little rough.Â
With your hands full, you pass by the last little aisle and pick up a box of pads. You figured youâd start your period when you were staying here. Your heart stops when you start to think harder about that sentiment. You donât remember the last time you started. July? Wait, no you didnât. June? Yeah, you definitely did in June.Â
You quickly rush to the cashier and frantically set your stuff on the counter.Â
âDo you have a calendar?â The woman gives you a strange look but points to the hanging calendar behind her.Â
âCan I see it real quick ?â You ask sharply. She begrudgingly turns around and takes it off the hook. You quickly look back at the July dates and try to figure out what day you started.Â
Shit that whole month was a blur. From sneaking into Elvis's house like clockwork, watching him rehearse, the huge fight you had, working on set, and finding out about John, you didnât have time to breathe let alone realize you missed your period. You flip to June and try to remember what happened then. The tenth was the last recollection that you had when you started and went to the store to buy more pads. The rest of that month wasâŚÂ the start of your love affair. Your finger drags down to the seventeenth, you couldnât forget that night. That night you two were saying the most awful things to each other, practically ready to say goodbye forever. Then in the heat of the moment, you both gave into each otherâs feelings and would never be able to forget how much you needed him.Â
You didnât think it was possible. There was no way you could get pregnant. You and John tried for years. It just wasnât in the cards. You never had to worry about a thing and you definitely didnât feel the need to worry about being with Elvis.Â
You quickly set cash on the counter and the cashier bagged your items up. You rush out of the store and realize you have no idea where to go. Dianne was sure to still be up there yelling at Elvis and you didnât want to be anywhere near that. You decide you have no choice but to check into a room yourself. The concierge man was helpful and said there was a small room available. You didnât care how it looked you just needed a place to stay and figure out what to do. You were on the tenth floor and quickly locked the door and it felt like the whole world was closing in around you. Youâre out of breath and canât focus on anything. You get this pang of nausea and run to the bathroom, puking your lunch from earlier.Â
*Â
The next few hours were spent contemplating what to do. You wanted to see if Elvis was okay but you didnât want to intrude on anything that was going on up there. You more importantly needed to find out if your intuition was correct. There was a phone book on the desk at the corner of the room and you sifted through it to find a doctor's office. You were so nervous to make this call.Â
Someone on the other line was very kind and pleasant to talk to and made setting up an appointment easy. They had a spot at the clinic at 9 am and could get you in then. Your heart hammers away wishing this was all a delusion, but know you needed the peace of mind. You confirmed that time would work and hung up.Â
You glance at the clock and know Elvis is going to be back on stage in a few hours. You debated whether you should go tonight. A part of you wanted to go see the show, but another part of you wasnât sure if youâd be able to focus. You wanted to know how it went with Dianne and you want to tell Elvis the news you were almost sure ofâŚ
You ordered room service to be brought up to your room and even though you werenât that hungry, you needed to eat something. You barely had an appetite and you blamed it on the nerves. Everything was going to be okay, you tried to convince yourself. You were a bad liar even to yourself.Â
*
You donât remember how you got back to the hotel. You were in too much shock. You remembered staring at the doctor motionless, unable to breathe for quite some time when you told him what you were here for. This wasnât part of the plan. You never thought this could happen. The worst part was you wouldnât get the results right away. You didnât know how you were going to get through these next few days. The waiting was going to eat you alive.Â
You had to be with Elvis. He would calm your nerves and make everything better. You changed and made your way to the elevator that would take you to the penthouse. As youâre walking down the hallway, there are newspapers on the floor of every hotel door. It was folded in half and you saw a picture of Elvis and Dianne on the front of it. You roll your eyes at the picture that made your blood boil. It wasnât until you unfolded it does your heart stopped. The headline read: Elvis a taken man, secretly got married in Las Vegas chapel. Â
Your hand squeezes the paper tightly and read the same sentence over and over. This is ridiculous. It had to be some gossip newspaper, not a real one. Either way, you needed to hear it from Elvis. You march to the elevator, newspaper in hand, and finally get to the private elevator. One of the guys was standing in front of the doors and didnât make full eye contact with you when he saw the newspaper in your hand. That one look told you enough.Â
You donât say a word to him, he was smarter than to question you with the fury that was coming from you.Â
You both ride the elevator in silence and barely let the doors open to rush out into the hallway and straight to Elvisâ door. You donât bother to knock and walk right in, your head fuming with anger. Elvis is at the piano and turns back to stare at you with apprehension in his eyes.Â
âWhat the fuck is this?â You yell at him, holding up the newspaper in your hand.Â
He lets out a loud sigh and shakes his head, staying silent.Â
âAnswer me!â You say taking a step closer to him.Â
The harder you look at him, you realize there are tears in his eyes.Â
âBaby, let me explain,â he says weakly.Â
âExplain what!? Are you serious right now?!â
âI know this looks bad.â
âYeah, it does! Is any of this true?!â
He stays quiet, unable to look at you.Â
âHow could you do this to me!? After everything youâve promised me! I believed you! I really did! I was getting excited to start this new chapter with you!â
âPlease let me explain,â he snaps. You wonât let him, you were done with his empty promises.Â
âNo Elvis Iâm done. Iâm done with the lies!â
He quickly gets up from the piano and walks straight to you, holding your arms at your side.Â
âWill you stop! Listen to me. Listen to what actually happened!â He scowls.Â
You nod your head and he lets go of your arms.Â
âI told Dianne to leave. She caused a big scene especially since she found out about usâŚâ he says timidly.Â
âShe threatened to tell everyone what was going on. I couldnât have that. I didnât want that to ruin your life. After a lot of yelling I knew what I needed to doâŚâ he says shakily.Â
âYou proposed?â You snarl.Â
He flashes his eyes up at you, telling you to stop and you listen.Â
âNo, I didn't! That newspaper is a lie. At last night's show, I said how happy I was to be back on stage and how big things are on the horizon for me⌠like maybe getting ready to be married to someone in this audience.â
Your ears burn and you canât even look at him anymore.Â
âI didnât know you werenât in the audience last night, where were you, baby?â You stare at him uneasy, trying not to jump to conclusions.
âI wasnât feeling well so I didnât go, Iâm almost glad I didnât go so I wouldnât have to sit there and listen to you wanting to marry some girl you have no feelings for,â you scowl.Â
His expression on his face is so stark and somber.Â
âI donât want to marry her, I want you. Itâs always been you,â he tells you. You feel your head spin, you swear this is some dream. He kneels before you on one knee, taking your hand in his.
He continues, âBaby youâre all Iâve ever wanted. Iâm sorry Iâve been in denial for so long. I wish I could redo everything between us and treat you right. I want you. You make me a better man. Please, please marry me. I love you, baby,â he begs. You feel tears well in your eyes and you shake your head.Â
âIâve loved you for as long as I can remember. You are my everything and more. Please, I need youâŚâ his voice shaking.
You look at him in shock, the words you wanted so badly to hear finally were said but you almost didnât believe it. It was a moment like this you so desperately needed to hear. You wanted to hear you were his one and only. There was no one else you'd rather be with in this lifetimeâŚÂ but it wasnât this one where you'd get Elvis. Someone else was destined for Elvisâ love and affection.
âNo, you donât. You canât have me. Every time I think we can be together, something gets in our way. I donât think Iâm what you need,â you say weakly. He looks at you as if his heart has been ripped out. He pulls at your waist and rests his head against your stomach, trying to hold you. You keep your arms at your sides and feel your tears stream down your face. This felt like the worst feeling anyone could have. You felt his heart break and yours shattered into a million pieces. Youâll never recover from a love like this. This was a once-in-a-lifetime love.Â
Elvis looks terrified at you, not believing what you just said to him. He begins to shake his head in disbelief and his eyes well with more tears.Â
âNo baby, no you are everything to me. Please believe me,â he trembled.Â
âI think you understand why I can't believe you. Youâve lied to me before,â you say weakly. He tries to pull you in again, you can feel how desperate he is for you. He tries to soothe you, rubbing your back in slow circles, squeezing you with his arms wrapped arounf your waist, anything to try to reassure you.Â
Itâs painful, but you twist yourself out of his grasp.Â
âPlease Elvis, I canât. I need time, I need to go.â
âWhere will you go?â
âBack to California, I think,â you say unsure, realizing you don't have a place to call your own over there.Â
âOkay, stay at the Hillcrest house. Please don't fight me on this. You'll have the whole place to yourself,â he tells you.Â
You had to agree it would be a nice place to stay and somewhere safe. But in a way, you wanted to stay here in Vegas in case your suspicions were true and you got a phone call from the doctor. No, you need the space and you need to stick to your first instinct.
âOkay, Iâll go there.â
âIâll have one of my guys take you to the airport, please call me when you get there baby,â he asks you, squeezing your hand. His touch felt so good and you wanted to stay like this forever. But you pull your hand away and make your way to the door. Before you open the door, your heart cries when you hear him say:
âI love you more than youâll ever know.â
*
You settled in comfortably at the house and enjoyed the quiet. The two days by yourself were strange though. The house didnât feel like a home without Elvis. You tried to distract yourself by reading and keeping your mind off of Elvis but it was hard to do. Everything reminded you of him. You were also calling the doctorâs office every few hours if they had your results. They kept assuring you they would let you know as soon as they know but it still made you feel uneasy.Â
That day you got a knock at the door and there was a large manila envelope with your name on it. It had to be from Elvis. No one else knew you were staying here. You open it and pull out a stack of papers. They were your divorce papers andJohn had already signed them. You were taken by surprise by how quickly these were made but made you more sure that Elvis was the one who was helping you out with these. It should have taken months for these to process not a week. You didnât hesitate to sign them though. It honestly was the easiest thing to do. You had never been so sure that you could never be with John ever again.
There was a number on the envelope that would have someone pick up the papers and file them for you. You called the number and they said theyâd have someone there in an hour. You felt lighter not having to worry about that anymore. An hour went by and a courier picked up the envelope for you. Not more than five minutes later, you get a buzz from the call box that there was someone else at the gate. You were a little confused about who it could be but check to see who it was. It was another delivery man with a big cardboard box in his hands. You saw your name on the front of it with a return address to Nevada. He puts it in the entryway for you and says to be careful when moving it, itâs heavy.
You lock the door behind you and get a pair of scissors from the kitchen. You slice through the tape and find a note on top inside the package.
I have never loved someone the way I love you.
Throughout the years, my feelings have only grown despite my best efforts to move on from you. I always meant it when I say I sing for you. Because you are my true happiness. My muse. You have always been the girl Iâm singing about in any songs Iâve recorded. Every song reminds me of you. Whether it's about heartbreak or love, you are who Iâm singing it to. Even in the movies I made, there was always one song that I fought to be on the soundtrack, hoping to make you hear my plea.Â
This last album I made is for you. When I recorded this earlier in the year and before you walked back into my life, I felt that this was the final chapter for us. I had to stop fawning over you but that felt like I was grieving. Grieving for a love that I had lost. That even this âdeathâ would never stop making me love you. I hope you can still listen to me sing about you and realize how much I have been immeasurably in love with you. Iâve just been too scared to say it to your face.
Iâll love you always.
EP
Tears stream down your face, unable to comprehend what he just confessed. Heâs always been there, waiting for the right time to tell you but heâs been too scared. Oh, your heart hurts and you wish he was here to hold him. Heâs been in just as much agony as you have over him. You wipe your face and feel there is another piece of paper behind this one. You flip the pages and it's a list of song titles. Elvisâ songs. They start from his debut album all the way to his newest one.Â
I love you because
Iâll never let you go (little darlinâ)
Love Me
Anyplace Is Paradise
Loving You
Have I told you Lately That I Love You
I need you So
Make Me Know It
Fever
The Girl of My Best Friend
Dirty, Dirty Feeling
Thrill of Your Love
Sucha Night
Reconsider baby
âŚ
Iâll Hold You in My Heart
Long Black Limousine
It Keeps Right on A-hurtinâ
Iâm Movinâ on
Power of My Love
Gentle on my Mind
After Loving You
True Love Travels on a Gravel Road
Any Day Now
Suspicious Minds
Kentucky Rain
You were shocked at how many songs there were and immediately needed to revisit them. Especially his new album. Just those track titles tore at your heart. You canât believe youâve been so blind. Both of you had been so difficult but your love for him would never fade no matter the circumstances. You look back into the box and see there are dozens of Elvisâ records.Â
You push the box toward the living room where the record player is. You pull the record from the sleeve when the phone rings. You run to get it, âElvis?â You say quickly.
It sadly wasnât and it was a nurse from the doctorâs office. All you could manage to comprehend was that the test was positive. You kindly tell her thank you and hang up, feeling like you were in a daze. You were in too in shock to react right away. Everything that happened in the last few moments didnât feel like it was reality.Â
You realized you didnât have Elvisâ number to reach him in Vegas and youâd have to wait for him to callâŚ.hoping he would sooner than later.
You put his first album on and laid down on the couch, letting his beautiful voice wash over you. Some of these songs made you smile gleefully, others had you sobbing your eyes out. You could feel how desperately he wanted you, how he ached to have an ounce of your love.
His latest album had you on the floor beside yourself. His voice sounded incredible and full of pain and sorrow at times. You played those songs over and over and over again. It was well after 2 am and you let Elvisâ voice ring out loudly through the house. You saw him in a new light, everything he did was about you. You couldnât image your life without him or cause him such sorrow anymore.Â
The sound of the front door creaking open makes you pop up and run to see who is trying to come inside. Your heart flies out of your chest when you see him. He was dressed in a chocolate brown suit, nothing on underneath that jacket. He holds his breath when sees your red, puffy eyes, your mascara smudged down your cheeks.
âOh darlinâ,â he breathes, quickly rushing to you and taking you into his arms.
You cling onto him for dear life, relishing in his closeness to him. You couldnât imagine being able to cry anymore but you do. You were holding back your true feelings and the dam broke. It felt so good to be near him again. He completed you in every aspect and couldnât imagine being away from him for another second.Â
You pull yourself from his chest and look up into his tear-filled eyes.
âI-I donât know how I have been so blind,â you whisper.
âNo honey, donât blame yourself. It was me, I should be the one that apologized for being blind. How could I ever think Iâd get over you,â he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your lips. You feel this fire ignite inside you. He made you feel alive and whole. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He grumbles against your lips and holds your body against his. You feel dizzy with the way heâs kissing you and know thereâs more you need to say to him.
âBaby wait,â you say breathlessly. He nods his head and leads you to the couch. He sits down next to you and holds your hand in his lap.
âYour album is amazing, IÂ love every single song,â you say sweetly.
He bashfully shakes his head and looks down, âNo I-I- just- I had to share how I was feeling. I havenât listened to it fully.â
âItâs just so wonderful, itâs made me cry and smile and so much more. I could feel the love you have,â you say shakily.
âItâs always been you, honey, always. Iâm so sorry Iâve never told you before this. Iâm sorry for putting you through all this strife.â
âItâs okay, I believe you. I know you love me and I love you too. I have been in agony wanting you to love me the same way I love you. But now I know you have, you have for so long.â
âYes, honey, God that is the best thing Iâve ever heard come from your lips.â He kisses you again and you smile against his lips.
âWhat are you doing here? You have to rest for your shows,â you say worriedly.
âI couldnât rest another day without seeing you. All I could see was your hurt eyes when you left. It killed me, IÂ couldnât have you feeling like that.â
âIâm sorry I didnât believe you, I wish I was at your show and celebrate you.â
âDonât worry, you have nothing to apologize for. Itâs me who has to beg for forgiveness for treating you like this all these years.â He leans in to kiss you again and you can feel how much he wants you. You couldnât deny him anything. You were all his, forever.
He pulls you into his lap and has you straddle his hips. You feel the heat in between your legs build and you sigh into his mouth. You wanted him to stay this close to you all the time and give you all his love. You kiss each other slowly then build more passionately. You slip your hands into his jacket and feel his smooth skin. It was obsessional and you wanted to lick every inch of him.
âIâll marry you,â you breathe into his mouth. He squeezes you tightly and has you look at him. He has a smile on his face and his chest heaves for air.Â
âOh baby, yes, that would make me the happiest man on earth. Youâre all I want,â he sighs as he goes in for another kiss. You groan against him and tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him as close as you can.
You feel him push against your core and whimper.Â
âIâll take care of you forever baby. Just you and I.â
You nod your head at him and feel your heart gallop when you look at him.
âPlease do, just the three of us,â you whisper.
He looks at you a bit confused, not understanding what youâre saying. You take a deep breath and bring his hand to the front of your stomach. He looks at you in shock and takes a sharp breath in.
âOh my god honey? I thought you-,â he begins to ask.
âI know, I did too. But I went to the doctor and itâs true honey.â
âIâm so happy baby, I canât believe it. I love you so much,â he sighs pulling you in for another passionate kiss.
You melt into him and feel so at peace with him. You were finally content. There was nothing else in this world you wanted. You had Elvis wrapped around you, kissing you and promising you forever. Forever would never be enough time to spend with him, but you were more than happy to start your little slice of forever with him.
Prompt: Reuniting with Elvis was supposed to be the highlight of your summer, but with unresolved tensions between you two, things aren't what they seem. [Fem! reader]
TW: cussing, angst, tension
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3.6k
A/N: Hi everyone! Havenât posted anything for this one in a bit! Sorry about that! This one only has 2 chapters left so Iâll be posting more soon. These pics make me feel like a puddleđŤ Hope you like this next part.
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After a week and a half of staying with him, you were quite comfortable. Without even trying, Elvis was your home. You had never felt so at peace before. Things would never be the same now. You tried just being friends with him and time and time again, it doesnât work. You needed each other on a different level and couldnât stay away. You werenât sure how you two were going to pull this off, but you werenât going to give up just because it was getting hard.
For the most part, you two hadnât hadnât had any roadblocks yet. You were still careful in the house and always made sure the house was empty before walking around freely. Elvis convinced Dianne to keep staying at her sister's for the next few weeks. That didnât stop her from calling every day. It irked you how Elvis would continuously answer the phone without fail and feed into her every last whim. Nothing ever came of those empty promises he would make to her but it drove you crazy. You tried not to make an argument out of that situation. You had to remind yourself that you had him all to yourself, not her.
On the other hand, you know you need to make decisions. You needed to talk to John about a ton of things that were bothering you but you needed to start with what he was doing with all the money he was getting paid. It agitated you that he was pissing away all the money he was earning and he couldnât even make rent.
On a quiet Friday evening, you look at the clock and see it is almost time for dinner. You change into a nicer dress, which Elvis kindly bought for you. Being around Elvis so much made you dress nicer than you ever had. He was always dressed to the nines no matter the time of day. But he didnât want you going back to your apartment if John was going to be there. He knew John would try to make you feel bad for leaving and try to get you to stay somehow.
A quiet knock on the door makes you look up and you feel your heart flutter.
âCome in.â You say quickly as you go to the closet to put on some cute heels.
Elvis walks in looking down at the floor, looking damn good in a brown suede jacket and red scarf draped on his neck. As good as he looks, you canât ignore how his eyes are timid and full of pain when he finally looks at you. Something is wrong. His face always lights up when he sees you.
âWhatâs wrong Elvis?â You ask him stopping in your tracks.
He takes a long, ragged breath before speaking,
âDinner is ready,â he says quietly. He still wonât look at you, his eyes burning a hole in the carpet at this point. You grew wary and didnât understand what brought on this behavior.
âElvis, are you okay?â You ask.
âYeah, come on,â he says quietly, opening the door for you.
You both make it to the dining room table and Elvis pulls your chair out for you. The uncomfortable silence only grew. You two didnât normally mind silence but this was completely different. He sits at the head of the table and you are to the right of him. Both of your plates sit there steaming, not a word spoken.
âAre you going to tell me whatâs wrong?â You say sharply.
âPlease, eat dinner, we can talk after,â he says coldly.
âNo, I canât eat if you wonât even look at me! Whatâs going on?â Your mind races at what could be the problem. Your head only makes up the worst-case scenarios and it doesnât do your nerves any good.
âUmm, well-, I really donât want to tell you this because itâs going to hurt you but you need to know,â he says carefully.
âOkay, tell me, I can handle it,â you try to say strongly but you are too nervous.
âI did some digging⌠I wanted to know what John was up to and where the money Iâve been paying him was going,â he explained.
âOh, okay, did you find out whatâs going on?â
A part of you didnât want to know. You didnât want to hear the shady behavior he was being a part of. But if you were to end this, like youâve been wanting to for some time, it would be best to have a clear understanding of what kind of person heâs become.
âHeâs been late coming here to work pretty much every day that heâs started working for me. I donât like that one bit. Then a few weeks ago, you came to me crying about his behavior and that really upset me. I hate seeing you like that. So I knew I needed to figure out what was going on with him too,â he says low. He looks behind his shoulder before continuing, making sure it is just you two in the room.
âHoney I-, I followed him one day when he said you called and needed him to come home right away. I knew that was bullshit because you were filming that day, not at home waiting for him,â he snarls. His tone makes the hair in your arms stand up. You could feel how much he didnât like John in this moment. How strongly he felt for youâŚ
âSo I followed him and he was in a neighborhood in Bel Air and-,â he grabs your hand, his breathing shaky as he tries to go on, âhe pulled up to this house and this woman was standing out on the porch waiting for him⌠I saw them kiss and-, thatâs all I needed to see to understand what was going on⌠Iâm really sorry honey.â He says as he shakes his head.
You felt numb. You werenât sure if you should be angry, sad, annoyed, or everything in between. You knew things were not good between you two already, but the confirmation that he was doing this for God knows how long still hurt to hear. You wanted to have this blind faith in people that they can be good. John was not a part of that percentage though. He was an opportunist. Someone gave him attention when you werenât so he clung to that attention until he was tired of it.
âFucking bastard,â you mutter under your breath. He looks at you a little shocked, not expecting such an outburst.
âDid you know?â He asks gently.
âI always had a feeling. We stopped making time for each other and everything went downhill these last few years. I can say Iâm not the least surprised,â you tell him.
âBaby Iâm sorry youâve felt like this. Itâs just awful. You have no idea how hard it was to not get out of my car and beat the hell out of him for putting you through all of this,â he grits through his teeth. Your body stiffens at his tone, he had never talked this way around you and threw you by surprise. You squeezed his hand momentarily, trying to assure him youâre okay.
âYou deserve better honey,â he says low. His eyes have that sensual heavy look to them, burning their way into your skin. You felt on fire and you couldnât say anything to assure him that youâre going to be okay. It did hurt to hear your worst fears have come true so you couldnât lie that you were completely unphased.
âItâs okay, Iâll be okay,â you say shakily.
âIâm so sorry honey,â he murmurs, kissing the back of your hand. Heâs so overcome with emotion and you can see how heâs trying to make the situation better. He pulls at your hand slightly to get you closer to him. You stand up from your chair and sit on the corner of the table, looking at him with concern.
âIâll take care of you, honey, donât worry about a thing,â he assured you.
Thatâs everything you wanted to hear from him. You wanted him to take care of your every need.
âI know,â you whisper, your breath wavering.
You didnât want to cry about it and didnât want to think about John anymore. You wanted Elvis to distract you from real life. LA was not very forgiving and kept giving you one struggle after another.
Elvis kept looking at you like he was about to rip your clothes off and as much as you would love that, you didnât want to do that here.
âGet me out of here,â you tremble.
His face flashes a bit of concern, âwhat do you mean baby?â
âJust get me out of here. I donât want to be in LA, letâs leave for Vegas tonight,â you plead.
He nods his head and stands up, pulling you into his arms and holding you there.
âItâs okay baby, itâs going to be okay. Go pack your bag, Iâll take care of everything,â he coos, leaning down and kissing you.
You sigh into his mouth and hold onto him tighter. This was exactly what you needed. You needed his lips on you soothing all your worries away. He gets carried away easily, his hands squeezing at your hips, wanting you completely. You want to let him take care of you and have you forget about anything else that mightâve troubled you.
The sound of the front door opening scared you out of your skin and you quickly pushed yourself away from him, turning your back to whoever just walked in.
âHey EP I-.â
You recognize that voice instantly and freeze. No no no this cannot be happening.
âY/n?â They say.
You slowly turn around and face John, your stomach dropping looking at him. You stay silent, there was nothing to say to him. Not after how heâs treated you and not after the revelation Elvis told you tonight.
âWhere have you been?â He asks you a bit coldly.
âIâve been here,â you say stiffly.
John looks at Elvis, shocked at your admission.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
Elvis has a pompous look on his face before answering and you find it amusing, âyou didnât ask,â he says flatly.
âWhy didnât you tell me where you were?â John says giving you an annoyed look.
âI didnât feel like you would care.â
âReally!? So you just disappear for a few weeks and I donât have the right to know where you went?!â He says raising his voice.
You were over his attitude and couldnât be here a minute longer.
âI know you donât love me anymore, Iâve known it for quite some time now. I donât need to answer to someone who doesnât care about me,â you scowl.
âUnbelievable,â he mutters under his breath.
You glance over at Elvis and see he has the same smug look on his face.
âYou were about to go pack your things, right honey? Why donât you go finish that,â Elvis tells you with a smile. You glance at John and see the disgust he has on his face when he hears Elvis call you honey. To most people, itâs a harmless Southern thing. But John hated it and always has. He must have felt threatened in some way and it always stuck with him.
You thought that was a great idea Elvis proposed though. Anything to get you away from John. You could barely be in the same room as him without blowing up on him. You start to make your way to the bedroom when John starts moving in your direction.
âWoah honey, where do you think youâre going,â he snaps, grabbing your arm to still you. He grabbed you too roughly and looked down at how tight his hand was around your forearm. You pull your arm away from him and look at him shocked. You see red marks where his fingers were and it disgusts you.
âGet your hands off of me!â You snarl. You never wanted to feel his hands touch your skin ever again. It made you so angry with not knowing how long heâs had this affair and how he would still come home and touch you. Elvis is quick to act and steps between you two, his large stature blocking you easily from John.
âYou need to relax, right now,â he says through his teeth.
âWhatâs your problem EP?! You're always so defensive when it comes to her.â He says annoyed
âYou donât need to grab her like that,â he spits back. John takes a step back from him and crosses his arms against his chest, analyzing Elvis in front of him.
âYouâre awfully fond of my wife, arenât you?â He scowls.
Elvis hums softly to himself, amused with such a question.
âI am, always have been, are you?â He questions, cocking his head as he sizes up John.
Your heart hammers away at the challenge. You didnât think Elvis would say such a thing to John but you can tell he was just as mad as you were over this whole thing.
âExcuse me?!â John exclaims.
âItâs a pretty simple question, are you fond of your wife?â Elvis asks again, anger flowing off of him in waves.
âYouâre ridiculous! How dare you question my feelings!â
âYou havenât asked anyone where sheâs been! You couldnât give a shit about anything she does!â
âI do! Sheâs my wife. You donât need to defend her shitty behavior.â
Elvis chuckles, âOh youâre one to talk,â he snaps.
Your heart drops, oh this isnât good. Youâd never think Elvis would confront John about all of this. You look over at John and see how his face lost color and heâs looking at Elvis mortified.
âI know, I know all about where youâve been sneaking off to. So you have some audacity to yell at her for running to a friend when her husband is being a pathetic excuse of one,â Elvis snarls. John takes another step back, weak and aghast.
Elvis takes a step closer to him, not letting him cower down. âYouâre done workinâ for me. I donât want you near me either. Youâre fuckinâ toxic for anyone to be around you.â
He turns around to find your frightened eyes and not sure what to do.
âGo wait in my car, weâre going,â he says sternly.
You lower your eyes and quickly go to the front door. You couldnât look at Elvis when he was so upset. His eyes seared through you and could have killed you. You reach the door and Elvisâ voice makes your hair stand up.
âAnd sheâs not yours, she never has been. Donât you dare ever utter those words again.â He growls.
Shit.
You rush out to the driveway and go towards Elvisâ Cadillac. There are some of the guys standing outside with questioning looks on their faces. You grew extremely nervous and anxious with their deafening stares.
âElvis wants to go to Vegas tonight,â you say sheepishly. They donât move or say anything but their attention gets turned to the booming of Elvisâ voice coming from the house and the sound of thing breaking inside. He was over the edge and fuming. They donât make a move, knowing better than to get in the way of Elvis when heâs mad.
Elvis bursts through the front door and looks beside himself.
âWeâre going to Vegas tonight. Call in a plane for us,â Elvis demands. Everyone starts to scramble and you quickly get in the car. Elvis puts the key in the ignition and rushes out the gates. The radio blares on a famous LA radio station and it was one of Elvis's songs. You didnât recognize the tune, it must have been one of his newer songs. A pang of guilt hits you when you realize itâs been well over a month and you still havenât listened to his new album.
Weâre caught in a trap
I canât walk out
Because I love you too much babyâŚ
Only the first few lines are played before Elvis frustratedly shuts the radio. You stay silent the whole ride to LAX. You were holding onto the door handle the whole way with how fast he was driving. You both get to the airport in record time and he opens your door for you.
A small charter jet was waiting on the tarmac for you two and Elvis led you into the cabin. The engines were roaring and the captain was waiting for Elvisâ call to take off. He sits next to you and holds your hand on his lap. You hold on as the plane starts to take off and slowly ascend into the sky.
After a few moments, you gently caress his face and make him look at you. His anger subsided and all that was left was the look of defeat. You hated seeing him like that and it was because of you in a way. You lean in and kiss his lips, savoring the moment. He sighs into your touch and he places his hand on your cheek. There wasnât any rush with your kisses, they were just soft and tender. His hands scorched into your skin, clouding any thoughts of the consequences of doing this with him.
âTake care of me,â you whimper pulling at his scars around his neck.
He nods his head and groans at the proposal you gave him.
âOf course, you know I will,â he breathes, pulling you onto his lap.
You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and let your fingers intertwine in his soft hair. Your lips crash into his and the once soft, tender kisses you began giving him soon turned into intense, fiery, needy ones.
You felt lightheaded by the way he was kissing you and how his hands kept drifting up and down your thigh. You wanted him to make all your problems disappear and never get out of his arms. It felt like a whirlwind these last few hours and if you had found out all of that on your own, you donât know how you wouldâve handled it. But something about having Elvis back in your life made you handle things differently. It was complicated, yes, but you would never change a thing thatâs happened. He was exactly what you needed.
*
Once you landed and a car picked you two from the airport, it discreetly took you to the International. Elvis was explicit that he wanted his arrival to be discrete and gain no attention. He technically wasnât supposed to arrive for another two days so the hotel was not ready for him. You were so nervous being here with him. All you needed was one camera to take a picture of you next to Elvis and it would be all over the front pages of magazines.
You ride the elevator all the way to the penthouse and have a sigh of relief once you know youâre out of the view of an onlooker. Elvis loosely keeps his arm around your hip, making sure you arenât going anywhere. The suite's double doors had his name on a gold plaque in black letters. He opened the door for you and you canât believe the grandeur of the room. It screamed Elvis everywhere you looked. The heavy black curtains were open and the whole front wall was windows overlooking the loud, boisterous city. There was a piano directly in the middle of the windows and the couches were black velvet and looked plush.
You explore the suite, leaving Elvis in the front room as he makes a phone call. Every room in here was decorated with the most lavish things and you could see how they did as much as possible to accommodate Elvis. You quickly find the master suite and and sit on the edge of the bed.
The world felt heavy on your shoulders and you thought being so far from home would help but it didnât. You canât help but think about what was next. Would you get a lawyer and get divorce papers? How long do you stay with Elvis? Would he be willing to take your relationship to another level? There was too much swirling in your head and none of it was going to be easy. A few tears fall down your cheeks thinking of the uncertainty of your life.
And that comment Elvis man before you left the house..
Sheâs not yours, she never has beenâŚ
Did he always want to be with you? Or did he say that just to get under Johnâs skin? You wish you hadnât heard that part because now you need it to be true and be his.
You see a shadow approach from the doorway and sniffle.
His eyes look hurt when he looks at you. He hates seeing you like this.
âBaby,â he murmurs walking to you.
You stand up when heâs in front of you to hug him. You needed to wrap your arms around him and feel that sense of safety that you do with him.
âEverything is going to be alright. You have nothing to worry about,â he reassures you.
âThank you,â you manage to squeak out
âIâll take care of everything and have some new clothes come in for you. Weâll figure everything out together.â
You lift your head from his chest and pull him back toward the bed.
âCan you lay with me, just for a little while?â You ask.
His lips curve into a little smile, âanything for you.â
A/n: Hereâs a smutty little Christmas blurb đ¤ Iâm incapable of writing anything short, sweet and to the point so this will have to do! I wrote this with 1970âs E in mind but I also thought about Vampire!E too (of course) so picture what ever Elvis era you want. Merry Christmas đ
Word count: 1.6k
Tw: SMUTT, some cuteness
December 24th, 1970
The twinkling lights on the Christmas tree softly lit the living room. You were content sitting on the couch by yourself, enjoying the fire and the murmur of conversation through the house. Elvis was around mingling with everyone and being a good host. You were glad the night was settling down, you wanted to spend time with just him. This was your first Christmas together and wanted to make it special.
All the presents were unwrapped, food was eaten, and the house was decorated to the nines. You didnât want the season to end if this was how Graceland looked. It always looked beautiful but something about the Christmas glow of the house made it even more remarkable.
You turn your attention to the dining room and feel your heart flutter at the sight of him. Lord, he was stunning, no amount of time with him would make you immune to his good looks. Especially the way he was looking at you tonight. It didnât help that you were teasing him to no end throughout the night. You were begging him to make love to you before the party began and he wanted to make you wait. You didnât like that and would make it your mission to make him crumble for you. Youâd kiss him on the neck, something he couldnât denounce, or stroke his thigh with your hand, getting dangerously close to his crotch.
That look in his eyes was dangerous now. Thatâs a look youâve gotten when heâs about to ravage you. You canât handle that thought with so many people around. His gaze doesnât waver and only intensifies.
Like you were the only thing he wanted as he subtly licks his bottom lip. You hold your breath and look down, praying he doesnât see how youâre coming unglued by him already.
You nervously take a sip of your drink and set it down on the coffee table. Youâre about to glance over at him again but someoneâs voice has you distracted.
âEP, play us something before we leave!â
You look at Elvis and see him give a cute, cheeky little smile. He gets up from his seat at the dining room table and straightens out his shirt.
âSure, why not,â he grins.
Everyone gets all excited and starts to funnel into the living room area where you were. You get up and offer your seat to someone. You want to be as close as possible to him and take a seat on the couch by the piano. Before he takes a seat at the piano bench, he picks you up and gives you a much-needed kiss. It left you breathless and a bit startled by the passion of it. He sits you back down and goes to the piano.
He plays a couple of chords to warm up, humming to himself to get in key.
Merry, Merry Christmas baby
You sure did treat me niceâŚ
The low, sultriness makes your whole body freeze. Oh, you knew what he was doing, he was trying to tease you. Try to make your cheeks burn and get you uncomfortable in front of everyone.
You lean back against the sofa and look at him with a lustful gaze. He looked damn good and you were sure he knew it. He wore all white today and the whole outfit was tailored to fit him perfectly. You watch those long fingers dance along the keys, making the piano play in perfect tune.
You look back up to his face and see heâs wearing a smug smile, probably proud of himself for seeing how heâs got you feeling.
I said Merry Christmas baby
You sure did treat me nice
He sings that last line and turns slightly over his shoulder to look at you, his eyes drinking in your crossed legs. You feel your heart gallop at that one singular look.
Completely weak.
You could not look at him for a second longer.
Well, I wanna kiss you, baby
He took his time on that last line, smugly smiling and chuckling softly. Clearly not thinking of just kissing you.
He plays a few more songs and your guests start to leave. You say your goodbyes and make your way upstairs, needing to gain back your composure before being alone with Elvis. You quickly make it to the bathroom and see your weakened demeanor.
Your cheeks were flushed and your heart still raced by the thought of him. Damn it he has you so weak and he loves it.
You hear the bedroom door open and you try to straighten yourself out.
âBaby?â His deep voice rang out in the quiet room.
âYeah Iâm here,â you say nonchalantly.
He turns the corner and smiles at you, nodding his head approvingly.
âMmm, just as I had thought,â he says coyly.
âWhat?â
âPink little cheeks,â he says low, caressing your face, âprobably thinking about somethinâ naughty in that head of yours.â
âI would never while there are guests around,â you quip.
His hands trail down to your hips and squeeze there. You lean into his body, loving his hands on you and sighing.
âLet me put some naughty ideas in there then,â he taunts. He lifts you onto the counter and spreads your legs, leaving enough room for him to stand in between. His lips cover your neck in kisses, sending a bolt of electricity through you. Your arms wrap around his neck, almost instinctively now, and try to pull him closer if that is humanly possible. He kisses you so intensely and his hands are igniting the fire inside you.
You moan breathlessly into his mouth, craving more of him than you thought. You wanted to feel more of his warm skin and your fingers frantically worked the buttons off his shirt. You quickly get it off his body and pull the sleeves down. His hands move quickly too and easily find the zipper on the back of your dress. He peels it off of you and you lift your hips up to get the dress completely off your body.
Your hands are back on each other and kissing each other like you never have before. It felt perfect. You both knew exactly what you needed before uttering a word. He momentarily takes his hands off of you and you hear him working his belt off of his hips. You look down and watch as he unzips his fly and lets his pants fall to the ground. Your cheeks redden more as you look at his length.
Oh God, you needed him. You needed him so badly.
You look back up at his face with needy eyes and he swears a little smirk on his lips.
âWhat are you thinking about now?â He asks.
âHow much I want you. Why?â You try to say holding it together.
âMhmm good. Iâm thinking the same thing,â he says as he rubs the tip of his cock through your wet slit. You groan at the friction and wrap your arms around his neck again.
He pulls your hips forward on the counter so youâre more on the edge and he lines himself to your entrance. He slowly pushes himself inside you and groans as he feels you squeeze around him. You scratch at his back, pleasure searing through you as he slowly pumps his cock in and out of you.
He takes you slowly, holding onto your body tightly and murmuring how good you feel. His lips cover your neck in kisses, surely leaving marks there to remind each other what you did tonight. You do the same to him, making him buck his hips into you harder if you nip him. You quietly cry his name as your release builds. He loves hearing how good youâre feeling and how you want more.
His hand drifts down to where youâre connected and he finds your swollen bud. You squeeze his bicep when he does this and look at him in shock. It felt good but you were so sensitive, on the brink of cumming already.
âSo good baby, you feel so good,â he growls into your ear. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sound of his voice, low and gravelly in your ear. It sends shock waves through you. Hearing how much he is enjoying this makes you want to give more to him. You lean away from his body to look at his face and you see his eyes gazing at the reflection in the mirror.
His heated eyes meet yours once more and heâs breathing heavier, fucking you harder than before.
âI love you, I love us,â he breathes. All you can do is whimper in agreement. With his cock stuffed inside you and his fingers rubbing your clit, you feel yourself about to go over the edge.
You hold onto him tighter, feeling your orgasm loom and get even closer.
âElvis oh God,â you cry out.
âGood baby, takinâ me so well. All fuckinâ mine,â he growls.
Your body tenses and your core flutters, unable to hold back your release any longer. You squeeze around him and whimper in ecstasy, feeling as though youâve been shot into the stratosphere. He groans heavily as he tries to fuck you at the same pace but he canât. Heâs close too and you feel too good to stop him from coming.
He holds onto your body tight and buries his face in your neck, whimpering your name. You feel his hot release pour into you and you both are a sweaty, sticky mess. He moves slowly as you both are coming down for your highs. Your entrance was overly sensitive after all of that and he was too.
âI love you,â he whispers.
âI love you.â
âMerry Christmas Baby,â he says low and sultry like at the piano.
âMmm, my new favorite Christmas song,â you tease.
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