#Vivian Choquette

[sissylittlefeather]

Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 1

A/N: Ahhhhh a new series!!! This is the one that won the poll, so I hope y'all love it! Also, I decided to play with POV on this one, so I'm telling it from Elvis's perspective. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!!

ICYMI, this is the Elvis x OC Vivian Choquette series. Want to learn more about her? Here.

PS- I love you @ccab for loving Vivian as much as I do before I even write the story!

Warnings: Not much, this is gonna start slow, but trust me, it'll heat up. Kissing, cussing, alcohol use, smoking

Word count: ~2.4k

By September of '59, Elvis was used to the army. He was used to the routine, used to the work, used to the people, used to the fans, and used to looking for a good time wherever he could find it. On this particular night, he found it at a party at his own house in Bad Nauheim. All his friends were there, along with a plethora of girls to keep everyone interested. Elvis moved through the party easily, making small talk and keeping everyone stocked on drinks, despite the fact that he didn't have any himself. Sometimes he imbibed, but usually he didn't. Although his beloved mama was gone, what he learned from her still lived in the forefront of his memory. That is, unless he found himself at the Moulin Rouge. But that was different. Here at his own house, he preferred to remain in control.

Despite having a girlfriend back at home, he moves through the house looking for a girl to talk to. That's when he notices her in a corner, her dark hair swept into a low ponytail and blue eyes glancing lazily around the room. She almost seems bored. So much so that she turns to the bookshelf that came with the house and pulls a book down. She opens it and begins to read. Elvis is intrigued by the kind of woman who reads at a party. He begins to walk over to her and realizes that the book is in French. He panics for a second and then remembers that the guys taught him a phrase in French. Surely he can figure out how to communicate with her. Besides, most of these French girls speak a little English.

He swaggers up to her, ready to try out his French. He stands there in front of her for a minute before she looks up at him.

"Bonjour."

"Mhmm." She looks down at her book, but he doesn't leave. He's suddenly nervous, but he decides to risk it. She's pretty enough that it might be worth it.

"Uhh, est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?"

She looks up at him suddenly and laughs.

"What? Did I pronounce it wrong?" She laughs even harder. When she finally catches her breath, she holds up a hand.

"First of all, I speak English. Second of all, please don't ever say that to anyone ever again."

"Oh. Why?"

"You just asked me if I like sex."

"What?! Those motherfu- I mean, those jerks. They told me it meant 'how are you'."

"And you believed them? It literally has the word 'sex' in it."

"Well, I don't know! I don't speak French!"

"Obviously." She looks back down at her book. He's not ready to give up, though.

"Hey, if you speak English, why are you reading in French?"

"My mother was French. I speak and read it because of her." She answers without looking up from the page.

"Was?"

"She's been gone for a while now. I live with my stepdad. He's an officer in the army." He feels the pain of having lost his mother too soon and looks at her with even more softness and affection than he did before.

"I'm Elvis." She looks up at him.

"I know." He nods and she notices the look he's giving her. "You know, I'm actually here with someone."

"Oh?"

"Mhmm." She points across the party to Charlie, who's making his way to her with drinks.

"Charlie?!"

"Yes."

"Well, goddamn." Charlie makes it over to them and hands her one of the drinks. He throws his arm around her casually and looks up at Elvis.

"Hey buddy. I see you met my lady."

"Well, not officially..." She holds her hand out to him.

"Vivian Choquette. Nice to meet you, Elvis Presley." He takes her hand and has the strangest urge to kiss it, but he'd never do such a thing with Charlie right there. He's been a good friend to Elvis, so no matter how much he likes her, he won't risk their friendship. Instead, he shakes her hand like he would if she was a man.

"Yeah, likewise." Elvis nods awkwardly and then turns to go back to the party. It's too bad that she's there with Charlie. He wanders around a little more, before he sees a girl that will change the trajectory of his whole life. Still, he never forgets the girl he met first.

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The next day, Elvis sits at lunch with Charlie.

"So what did you think of my girl?" Elvis chokes a little on his food and tries to think of how he can answer without letting on that he hasn't stopped thinking about her.

"Oh, she's... she's somethin' else."

"Ain't she? I saw you talking to that cute little thing though. She seemed like somethin' else too."

"Priscilla? Oh, yeah."

"Little young, though."

"Yeah..." Elvis tries to focus on Priscilla, but all he can think about is Vivian. If she wasn't with Charlie, she'd be exactly what he's looking for. He's not sure how he knows that based on the half of a conversation they had, but something about her just draws him to her. Maybe it's the fact that she seems deeper than most of the girls he's encountered. Maybe it's because she didn't fall all over herself to talk to him. Maybe it's because she understands the pain of losing a parent. Whatever the reason, he can't stop wishing that she hadn't met Charlie first.

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About three weeks later, Elvis is walking around town and he passes a cafe. He doesn't think much of it until he sees someone he recognizes sitting at one of the little tables. His heart jumps a bit at the thought of talking to her again. Then, he remembers Charlie with his arm around her. He decides to keep walking, but as he gets a little closer, he notices her shoulders are shaking. She's got her long, dark hair in her face, so he can't see her eyes, but it looks like she might be crying. He can't let her sit there alone if that's the case.

He cautiously approaches the table and realizes he was right. Her sniffling is quiet, but he can hear it. She's got a lit cigarette in one hand, and it looks like she's forgotten it's there. Her other hand fiddles with her coffee cup on its saucer. When he gets to her, he's not exactly sure what to do. He didn't have much of a plan beyond walking to the table. After hesitating for a second, he pulls the chair across from her out to sit in, but it makes a horrible screeching sound and she looks up startled.

"What the f-"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. It's just me."

"God, Elvis, you scared me."

"I'm sorry, honey, can I sit down?" She wipes her face and nods.

"Yeah, sure, I guess so." He sits down across from her and watches as she puts out her cigarette and continues trying to wipe her face clean.

"Are you... are you alright?"

"Ha! Yeah, I'm just fine." She pulls out another cigarette and lights it. They sit in silence for a bit while Elvis tries to think of what to say.

"You sure?" Vivian takes a puff of her cigarette and blows it straight up into the air.

"Do I look alright?" Elvis hesitates. He wants to say that she looks beautiful, but it doesn't feel appropriate.

"You seem upset."

"You're very observant." She responds spitefully. He looks down at his hands in his lap. "I'm sorry; that was rude. You're not the one that cheated on me and abandoned me."

"No... Charlie?" She takes a drag and holds her breath, nodding. Finally, she has to exhale, so she does and then starts to cry again. It's killing Elvis to sit there and watch her cry without doing something about it. He stands up and offers her his hand. "Come on."

"What? Where are we going?"

"My house is only a block from here. You can cry in private." She looks up at him and he can tell she's thinking about saying no. "I won't hurt you. Come on."

She puts her cigarette out and grabs her purse, taking the hand he offered her. They walk in silence to his house, but they continue to hold hands. When he finally gets her settled on the sofa, he sits next to her and leans back, spreading his legs wide. He's trying to indicate that she can relax and sit comfortably too. To his utter shock, she slips her shoes off and tucks her feet up under herself, also getting comfortable.

"So, he cheated on you?"

"Well, I guess that's not exactly fair."

"What do you mean?"

"I was the one he cheated with. Turns out he's been writing letters to another girl for a while."

"Ohhhh... and you found out about it." He thinks about the girl he writes letters to at home. What would she think of him here on the couch with this girl.

"Yes. I didn't want to be the other woman. Besides I thought he... well... it's stupid."

"What did you think?"

"I thought he wanted to marry me." Elvis's eyebrows shoot straight up before he can stop them. He never thought of Charlie as the marrying kind. Then again, he can understand not wanting to let Vivian go. "See, even you think I'm stupid."

"No, I don't. I think you just had hope. There's nothing wrong with that."

"There is if you're me." He sits up and looks into her eyes. The sadness rolling off of her is about to kill him.

"Why do you say that?" She looks up trying to keep herself from crying, but it doesn't work and fat teardrops slide down her cheeks.

"Everybody leaves me. My father left me. Then my mother left me. The first boy I loved. And now Charlie. Why does everyone leave? What's wrong with me?"

He scoots close to her and pulls her into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. She doesn't object. Instead she lets herself be comforted as she continues to cry. He strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head. The pain of loss is something he's all too familiar with. He takes her face in the palm of his hand and looks into her eyes.

"Viv, this is not your fault. There's nothing wrong with you. I know what it's like to lose people too soon and it hurts. But it's not because of you."

"Why does it feel like no one wants me?" This smashes his heart into a thousand pieces. He wants her so badly it hurts.

"That can't possibly be true." Just tell her. Say it. Say 'I want you.' He wills himself to tell her the truth, but he just can't.

"You're sweet, Elvis." He smiles awkwardly and tries to ignore the fact that she pats his thigh. She leans her head on his shoulder again and snuggles into the side of his body. He knows she's just seeking comfort, so he tries to stay focused on being that. But he is a young man and she is a girl with her hand on his thigh and his imagination is running wild with what would happen if he carried her to his bedroom. He swallows deeply and begs his body not to respond physically to what's in his mind.

Still, there's an electric charge in the air that she has to notice too. Almost at the same time, they pull back and look into each other's eyes. He puts his knuckle under her chin and looks down at her lips. When she closes her eyes, he knows he has the green light, so he leans in and softly presses his lips to hers. Something bubbles up inside him and his hands begin to tremble. He backs up slightly and hovers just above her lips. They both smile and he dives back in for a deeper kiss, dipping his tongue into her mouth to slide against hers. She nibbles on his bottom lip a little and he groans. His hands rest on her hips in an attempt to get them to stop shaking and he eventually lifts her into his lap to straddle him. The intensity of their kissing increases as his hands roam over her body.

Suddenly, she pulls back breathlessly.

"Wait. Elvis, do you have a girlfriend back home?" His mouth pops open. He's not sure how to answer. Yes, he has Anita at home, but for the right girl, for her, he'd end that in a heartbeat. "Answer the question."

"Well... I-I-I..."

"That's all I need to hear." She peels herself off of him and stands up, smoothing her hair.

"No, honey, wait-"

"No. You're basically doing the same thing that Charlie just did. All you G.I.s are the same."

"Hon, please-"

"My name is Vivian!"

"Viv, just, don't leave..." she tries to put her heels back on and stumbles to get the second one on. He uses both hands to steady her as she does.

"Elvis, no. Good luck with Priscilla."

"Wait-?"

"You know she's 14."

"She's 14?!"

"So, you know, have fun with that." Vivian stomps towards the door with him close on her heels. He doesn't know how to make her understand that she's all he wants. Priscilla, Anita, none of them compare to her. But he doesn't know how to say that, so instead he watches as she walks out his front door, catches a cab, and disappears from his life.

******

Or so he thinks. In 1961, Elvis is home from the army and back to his film career. In March, he leaves the continental US to get ready to film Blue Hawaii. He arrives and goes to a cast meeting on set where the director is excited to introduce his costar. His first view of her is from behind and his heart skips. Surely it can't be?

"This is Vivian Choquette. She'll be playing your girlfriend, Maile Duval." She turns to face him and smiles awkwardly. Elvis tries to hide his excitement, hoping his trembling hands won't give him away.

"Hello again..."

******

Until chapter 2. Thoughts so far?

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[sissylittlefeather]

Introducing:

Vivian Choquette

A new OC for the upcoming fic Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming.

Headcannons:

- Born in 1940, she's 19 when she meets Elvis

- Her mother, Delphine, was French and she never knew her father. Her mother was a dancer and she married Vivian's stepfather, Roland Everett, an American officer, during WWII in 1945. Delphine passed away when Vivian was 14. Now, she lives with her stepfather where he's stationed in Germany.

- She speaks English and French fluently and knows how to communicate in German fairly well.

- She smokes, drinks, and cusses like a sailor, but there's an elegance and grace to her that seems to make everyone forget how crude she can be.

- She writes poetry in English and French and is obsessed with reading, specifically literary criticism, philosophy, poetry, and classic literature.

- She's also an actress, a singer, and plays the piano.

- Her aesthetic is romantic academia and her favorite colors are light pink and mint green.

- Her birthday is February 26th, making her a Pisces.

- She's an outgoing introvert, meaning she loves to work the room at a party, but she also needs time alone to recover from the interaction.

- Her first love was a boy in high school who wrote poetry and played the violin. He promised to marry her, took her virginity, and then disappeared.

- She's a hopeless romantic who is obsessed with all things related to love and the beauty of human connection. She thinks people are poetry and nature is spiritual.

- Her hair is dark brown, her eyes are deep blue, and she's 5'2" tall. Her build is petite and slender and her hands and feet are small and almost fairy-like.

- Despite her French blood, she prefers American food. Still, she herself cannot cook to save her life. She's been known to burn toast and struggle with boiling eggs.

- The other thing she cannot do is any kind of visual art. She can't paint, draw, or sculpt and finds it infinitely frustrating.

- She has a quick, short temper and will explode easily and then forget why she was mad ten minutes later. She also has a sense of melancholy about her and when she's in a mood can spend hours weeping over a sad song or poem.

- She loves music, but her exposure is fairly limited to classical and pop. Her favorite music is her mother's collection of Claude Debussy, specifically Clair de Lune and La Cathédrale Engloutie.

- All in all, she's like a summer thunderstorm, beautiful, chaotic, calming, and poetic all wrapped into one.

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Stay tuned to meet her as Elvis does

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Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 2

A/N: Second installment of the Elvis x OC Vivian Choquette series! We pick up in 1961 during the filming of Blue Hawaii. I really hope you all stay on board for this one. I have the next 4ish chapters planned out and there's some fun stuff coming...

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As always, thank you for your help and encouragement, bestie @ccab!

Warnings: Still pretty tame, kissing, cussing, alcohol use, references to sex/oral sex, fist fighting

Word count: ~2k

"Hello again..."

******

"Hi..."

"Oh, you two know each other?"

"Yeah we met in..."

"Germany." She finishes the sentence for him because he doesn't seem to be capable of it. He's still in awe of her. She hasn't changed much since the last time he saw her and he's still spellbound.

"Good. That should make this easy then." The director turns away from the conversation and leaves them to get reacquainted.

"I-I I didn't know you were an actress?" He tries not to visibly cringe when his nerves make him stutter. She gives him a half smile.

"Yeah, I'm just starting out really. This is my first movie role."

"And you're the lead?"

"You're the lead. I'm just your girlfriend." I wish. He thinks, but doesn't say it out loud.

"Well, still, good for you."

"Thanks... so listen."

"Hmm?" He shifts a little as someone walks behind him and forces him closer to her. She looks up at him and he notices how her eyes are the same color as the ocean when it's deep.

"Let's not make this awkward, okay?"

"Oh, of course not." He nods reassuringly.

"We can be... friends." His heart sinks a little. Friends. That's all she wants.

"Sure. Friends sounds good." It doesn't sound good at all, but he'll settle for friends if that's what it takes to be around her.

"Elvis! Come meet some of the other cast members." The director calls from across the room. Elvis nods at Vivian.

"I'll see you around. I gotta..."

"Yeah. Go, Mr. Movie Star." She pats his shoulder lightly and a shiver runs all the way down his spine. He hopes he'll be able to keep it together around her for the whole movie.

******

"CUT. VIVIAN! THAT'S STILL WRONG." The director is yelling from his place behind the cameras. Elvis stands and watches as she struggles to do what she needs to do. He can tell that she's getting more and more frustrated as the takes go on and on. For some reason, she can't seem to wrap her head around the necessary lines. Elvis is dying to try to help her, but it's not the time or the place. She looks at her feet and shakes her hands and he knows she's trying not to cry. Every time the director yells at her, she gets more flustered.

"OKAY. AGAIN."

They try the scene again and Elvis holds his breath, begging God to help her get it right.

But she doesn't. She misses it again.

"CUT. Alright. That's enough for today." They've been trying to get the scene all day long and the director is done. Elvis hangs his head as the director stomps over to Vivian. He can't really hear what he's saying, but when she starts crying and begging, he takes a couple steps closer.

"Please, please let me try again tomorrow. Please don't do this to me. Please."

"I'm not wasting another day of filming. We're replacing you. We have another actress ready to go. You're fired."

"No! Please!"

"Okay. You're not completely fired. You can have a non-speaking part." The director turns and walks away from her. Vivian looks around at everyone watching and takes off running away from the set.

"Viv! Wait!" Elvis calls out to her and tries to follow her. He loses her somewhere in the trailers though and isn't exactly sure where she's gone. When he finds her trailer, he knocks on the door, but he doesn't hear any noise inside. He waits for a few minutes and then turns to walk away. Thats when he hears something hit the door and break. He knocks on the door louder this time.

"Viv, let me in!"

"Go away!" He decides to try the door. It's unlocked, so he opens it and slips inside.

CRASH

He ducks quickly as something hits the wall above his head and breaks.

"Viv! What the hell?!"

"I need another glass." He looks at her sitting on the couch with a bottle of vodka clutched to her. "Or maybe I don't."

She takes a pull straight from the bottle and grimaces.

"Vivian." He walks over and sits down next to her. She offers him the bottle and he declines.

"I got fired."

"I know. Are you okay?" She looks at him and laughs.

"I feel like you're always asking me that. I'll answer the same way I did last time. Do I look okay?" She takes another swig from the vodka bottle.

"No. You don't." He grabs the bottle when she gets it back to her lap and sets it on the coffee table.

"Hey..." She goes to reach for it and he pulls her to him, holding her with her head on his shoulder.

"No, that's enough." Even he's surprised by his command of the situation, but he knows more alcohol is the last thing she needs. He's not sure how much was in the bottle to start, but there's only about a third of it left. Her body quakes as she begins to cry again.

"I p-promised my stepdad I would make this acting thing work out."

"Why does he care?"

"He's tired of the burden I've become since I'm not married. He said he never dreamed I'd still be around." A wave of rage washes over Elvis. He's never met the man, but he imagines punching him if he did.

"Honey, it's not your fault you're not married." She sits up.

"Well I know that. Tell him!" She settles back into his shoulder. "Kinda is my fault though because I won't just marry anyone."

"Oh?" He dismisses the fleeting thought of proposing just to give her a way out.

"No. I want to be madly in love when I get married. I want to be so in love that we can't stand to be apart from each other for another minute." She sits up again and turns to him with a dreamy look in her eyes. "I want to positively burn for my husband and I want him on fire for me. You know?"

He nods as his heart races. Could she love him like that?

"I know exactly what you mean." He whispers.

Just then, she grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him into her, pressing her lips to his. He melts into her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him. She opens her mouth and slides her tongue into his and the passion mounts as their tongues take turns dipping into the other's mouth. He can feel her hands against his chest and she whimpers a little. He pulls back and looks into her deep-ocean eyes and then leans in and kisses her cheek, down to her jawline, and then on down to her neck. She snakes her arms around his shoulders and pulls him with her as she lays back on the couch. He rearranges so that he's on top of her, rolling his hips into hers.

Is this it? Is this how they begin? His mind is racing as they continue to kiss deeply.

"Elvis, stop."

"What?" He backs away breathlessly and looks into her face.

"Are you in love with me?" His heart skips a beat. Is he?

"I-I-I..."

"Because I need you to know that this would just be sex. I'm really drunk and sad and I'm just not... I don't want to give you the wrong idea."

"How drunk?"

"That was a new bottle of vodka." When she says it, he notices how heavy her eyelids are and that her words are a little fuzzy around the edges. He feels like someone has knocked the wind out of him. Sitting up, he runs his hand through his hair and closes his eyes.

"You are, aren't you?" She asks him calmly.

"I didn't say that."

"Then why did you stop?"

"You're too drunk. I don't even know if you want this." She laughs and he looks down at her sadly.

"Oh, trust me. I want it."

"Well, I don't. Not like this." She sits up and glares at him.

"Then why the hell are you here, Elvis?!"

"I don't know."

"Fine. Get out, then." He stands up, grabbing the bottle of vodka as he does. He tries to head for the door, but she yanks the bottle away from him "Goodbye, Elvis."

Deeply discouraged, he walks out the door and down the steps to go back to the hotel. Is he in love with her?

******

The next day, he's sitting around with the guys during a break. They've brought in the new actress to play his girlfriend and she's great, but he wishes they'd given Vivian another chance. He looks up just as she walks by to sit with another actress about twenty yards away.

"You see her?" Joe asks the group of guys with a wry smile.

"Vivian?" Elvis asks confused.

"Yeah. She's got a hell of a mouth on her." He laughs raucously and pushes one of the other guys.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Joe?" Elvis feels himself start to seethe, hoping Joe isn't talking about what he thinks he's talking about.

"She came to my room last night. She gives great h-" Without another thought, Elvis is on top of him, throwing punches. The idea of him with Vivian makes him see red. And then him here talking that way about her pushes him over the edge. All the guys jump and holler, trying to pull them apart.

"Elvis, stop!!" It's Vivian's voice that cuts through the rest of the noise and gets to him. He drops Joe and stumbles backwards, breathing heavily. Blood drips from his nose where Joe landed a good defensive blow. "God. Men. Come with me."

She drags Elvis to a chair and makes him sit down. Then, she disappears for a bit. He considers getting up, as mad as he is, but he stays put until she comes back with some wet napkins to clean up his nose.

"What the hell were you thinking? You... with Joe?!"

"Elvis, I told you I was drunk and sad. You said no, so I found someone else." He feels another wave of rage rush through him.

"Just like that, huh? I really don't mean anything to you."

"You said you weren't in love with me. I told you we could be friends. That means you're going to have to be okay with me being with other guys. But if you're in love with me-"

"I'm not." It feels like a lie, but he wants it to be true.

"Good. Then, get over it." She says it softly as she finishes with his nose and pats his cheek gently. Then, she puts a hand on each arm of the chair and leans in close to him. "Listen, I like you a lot, Elvis. You're a great guy and it's probably a good thing you said no because I could fall in love with you. But I've seen you with girls. I know you have several on the hook right now. We can never be more than friends for that reason alone. I need someone on fire for me and no one else. Can you understand that?"

He looks down at his hands in his lap where bruises are starting to form. It's true, he does have a steady rotation of girls. And he has no way to make her believe that he would stop all that if they got together. Even he's not sure he could be true forever. But he'd certainly try, for her. Still, why would she ever trust him?

"Friends?" He looks up into her deep-water eyes again.

"Friends." She takes one of his bruised hands and kisses his knuckles gently. He actively ignores the way his heart skips when she does.

"With benefits?" He smiles coyly and she puts her hand on his forehead and pushes it backwards.

"We'll see..."

******

Until next time... thoughts?

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[sissylittlefeather]

Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 4

A/N: Please don't give up on Vivian. It's about to get so good. This is the next chapter in my series about Elvis and Vivian Choquette.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, masturbation (male), fantasies about oral sex (f and m receiving), fantasies about p in v sex, small mention of blood from a football injury

Word count: ~1.6k (the next one will be long probably)

If only he would love her.

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In the morning, Elvis rolls over and reaches his hand out to find Viv in the bed. When he can't find her, he opens his eyes and sits up.

She's gone.

She must've left sometime before he woke up. He sighs deeply and lays back down. Part of him hoped they might talk or at the very least she might let him hold her for a bit. But she only seems to want that when she's been drinking. He closes his eyes and tries to go back to sleep. Maybe that'll get rid of this feeling.

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Elvis doesn't see Vivian again until they get back to Memphis. She shows up at his house with some of the mafia members and acts like nothing ever happened. They've all come over for a game of "touch" football one afternoon. This is the first time Viv has been there when they play. He assumes she'll stand on the sidelines and be a cheerleader of sorts, but she doesn't. When it comes time to pick teams, she stands with the rest of the guys.

"Viv, what are you doin' over here?"

"I wanna play."

"No. No way." Elvis shakes his head vehemently. He knows how rough these games can get.

"What the hell? I can play." The guys all chime in cajoling Elvis to get him to let her play. It seems like they're all excited at the prospect of tackling her.

"Alright, fine! But nobody touches her."

"That's literally impossible." It's George that speaks up first looking slyly at her. Viv tries to suppress a giggle. Elvis looks between them and has to swallow a surge of jealousy.

"If you get hurt, it's your own fault."

"Yes, sir." She gives him a fake salute.

"What position do you play, anyway?" Elvis asks as a kind of test.

"Quarterback." He and the guys laugh and she purses her lips. Then she grabs the ball away from him, steps back, and throws it.

The ball sails through the air with a perfect spiral and lands about 30 yards away. Every guy on the field turns and stares at her with his mouth hanging open. Elvis swallows deeply and tries to ignore how attractive that was.

"I grew up on army bases and my stepdad always wanted a son. I know how to play football." She says sternly.

"Okay, then. You can play quarterback on the other team."

"Thanks." The teams line up for the first play with Elvis as quarterback and Viv's team on defense. The game starts and goes on without much drama until the third time Viv is on offense. Elvis is on the sidelines panting and sweating, annoyed that she's beating him. The rest of his team is annoyed too and they're tired of letting her get off easy. Without thinking, she tucks the ball and takes off running, but one of the guys gets to her quickly and absolutely pummels her. He knocks her to the ground and she gets stepped on unintentionally by several other players.

"Hey!" Elvis hollers and runs onto the field. "I told you not to touch her!"

He drags the guy up by his shirt and is just about to hit him when Viv pops up off the ground and grabs his arm.

"Elvis, don't! I'm fine!" He looks over at her as she wipes the blood from her busted lip. Her ponytail is knocked sideways and she's covered in dirt and grass. He has to fight the mixed inclination to hurt the guy who hurt her and go to her and make sure she's okay. "Let's line up again. We have two more downs to kick your ass."

He smiles despite himself and nods. She's ridiculously cute in her determination, but he knows he can't mention it. He runs back over to the sidelines and the game continues. She gets roughed up a couple more times before the game ends, but Elvis keeps himself in control. He finally calls the game over when his team is up and she yells from the sidelines.

"You just couldn't lose to a girl, could you?!"

"I don't lose to anyone!" He yells back. She laughs and wipes the blood from her lip again. He runs over to her and throws his arm around her shoulders. "C'mon, kid, let's get you cleaned up."

Everyone makes their way into the house talking and laughing loudly. Elvis takes Viv to one of the bathrooms and gets a washcloth wet for her. She dabs at her lip in the mirror while he watches.

"I don't think I need stitches. No harm done. Does it look bad?" She turns to him and pouts so he can see her lip.

Don't kiss her. Don't kiss her. Don't kiss her. He has to repeat it to himself.

"Nah, it looks fine. You'll be back to kissing my friends in no time." She pushes his shoulder.

"Yeah, you just wish I was kissing you." She goes back to dabbing her lip with the washcloth and then starts wiping the dirt off of her face. She's right. He does wish that with everything inside him. But he knows better than to push for anything.

He leaves her in the bathroom to finish getting cleaned up and goes back to the rest of his guests.

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Eventually, everyone goes home or goes to bed. Elvis watches as Viv walks out with George and gets in his car for him to take her home. He sighs deeply and then goes upstairs to get in bed.

He changes into his pajamas and lays down, trying to ignore how empty his bed feels. He knows there are girls he could call and they'd be there without hesitation. But the one girl he wants wouldn't come even if he called her.

His mind drifts back over the day and he thinks about her on the football field: the way she threw the ball, her laugh as she ran, the way she insisted she was fine after getting demolished. He thinks about the way she pouted her lip in the bathroom to see if she was really hurt. And then he imagines kissing her. He thinks about how he could've taken her chin in his hand and then so gently pressed his lips to hers, being careful not to cause her any pain. Maybe she would've wrapped her arms around his neck and let him slide his tongue into her mouth. Maybe she would've pressed her body up against his or rolled her hips against him. Maybe she would've let his hands roam over her, down to her...

Before he realizes what he's doing, Elvis has his hand wrapped around his hardened cock, imagining Viv's long fingers on him. He pushes his pants down to his knees and goes back to stroking himself, sliding his foreskin back and forth. He groans softly and moves his hand gently, creating just enough friction to drive himself crazy. He focuses on Vivian and her beautiful body. He's held her in his arms before; it's not a stretch for him to imagine her undressed and pressed against him. His hands long to feel her soft skin, his thumbs playing with her nipples until he presses his mouth there. He can almost hear her moans as he moves his tongue on her. He strokes himself a little faster, hips bucking into his own hand at the thought of Viv, writhing and pulsing under him as he licks her clit until she reaches a climax. He swipes his thumb over the tip of his dick to collect the bead of precum that's gathered there. What would she be like with her pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock? The thought makes him feel guilty, but he grunts anyway and continues pumping himself. And oh, what it would feel like to slide himself inside her. His dick twitches in his hand at the thought. She probably has a beautiful little pussy and he wants to know what it feels like so badly that it hurts. He wants to give her the most intense pleasure, to hear her moan his name and see her face when she cums. His hand moves up and down on his cock, pinching the foreskin at his tip and rubbing it together as he grinds into his palm.

"Oh, god, Viv!" He whispers as he reaches his release and hot ropes of cum spurt out of him onto his hand.

"Yes, baby... yes, Vivian..." he whispers as he continues to cum, shuddering into his own palm. He sits and breathes for a second as his cock softens.

Annoyed and sad, he finds something to clean himself up with. Why will she fuck everyone but him? But it's more than that. Why won't she love him the way he wants her to, the way he needs her to? He'd be so good to her, if she'd let him.

But, he can't keep thinking about her like this. He needs something else, someone else. His mind drifts back to Priscilla and the letters she keeps writing to him. It's probably time to bring her here and make that official. What does he have to lose? Not Vivian.

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Vivian rolls over away from George, who is asleep in her bed. She wishes he would leave so she could cry in peace. She seems to be right about Elvis not wanting her anymore, based on his actions today. Even when she made that joke about him kissing her, he stayed aloof. She squeezes her eyes shut to keep the tears from falling.

Oh, Elvis, she thinks. Why won't you come and rescue me from myself?

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Until chapter 5!

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[sissylittlefeather]

Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 3

A/N: Here we are at chapter 3 for Vivian and Elvis! Please please please don't give up on them. Their story is long and slow, but there will be some exciting things along the way! Also, I've been telling this from Elvis's perspective, but we needed to see a little of Viv this time, so her part is in italics.

I love you @ccab forever and ever, bestie.

Warnings: alcohol use, drunkenness, a guy gets a little pushy with Viv. This is pretty tame.

Word count: ~2.5k

"We'll see..."

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By the time filming for Blue Hawaii is finished, Elvis has pretty much made Vivian a member of his Memphis Mafia. She's around all the time and he gets used to being with her platonically. There are still moments when she does or says something that makes his heart jump, but he always comes back to the fact that it's just not meant to be. Still, when he goes back to Memphis, he takes her with him and sets her up in an apartment not too far from Graceland. At first, she resists his help, but when she realizes it's that or go back to her stepdad, she decides she can take a little charity.

He also does his best to get her acting jobs on his movies. That's how she ends up at the cast party for the premiere of Girls Girls Girls in the fall of 1962. Elvis is obviously there and he's surrounded by every girl who was part of the movie. They're competing for his attention and he obliges with kisses and pictures and dances and everything else.

Somewhere in the midst of all this, he sees Viv across the party. She's drinking something and talking with some random guy. As he watches, she downs the rest of her drink and the guy she's with takes her glass and switches it out for a new drink as a tray floats by. She giggles and sips the new drink. A wave of jealousy washes over Elvis and he grits his teeth. Then, he remembers what happened with Joe. He starts to make his way over to her, but the conversation after the fight comes screaming back to him.

She's not his.

He stops in his tracks and turns back to the group of women that have followed him. None of them come close to being as beautiful or as interesting as Vivian, but she's made sure he knows she's not an option. He has to respect that.

The party continues and he goes back to romancing every woman in the room. He's slowly narrowing it down to one or two as the night goes on, but he makes a quick sweep of the room for Viv again. Eventually, he spots her. She's on the dance floor alone with a drink. The way her body moves to the beat is mesmerizing. Her hips sway from side to side with an unmeasurable grace. She's obviously had quite a few drinks because her eyes are closed and she appears to be in her own world. But Elvis can't help but smile. She's somehow both unbearably cute and inherently sexy at the same time. He's also glad that she's alone. He knows he shouldn't, but he starts to make his way towards her. In doing so, he might be forfeiting the blonde he's been working all night, but he can't help it. However, as he approaches, he notices another guy making his way toward her with two drinks. He's not sure whether he should stop or speed up, so he settles for slowing down to watch what happens. The guy says something to her, breaking her out of her reverie. He offers her one of the drinks, but the one in her hand is still half full, so she chugs it and then takes the fresh one. When he tries to usher her to a table, though, she stumbles and almost falls. Luckily, Elvis is close enough to reach out and catch her. She leans back against him and looks up into his face.

"Elvis!" She stands up and looks at him with an excited smile. He laughs gently.

"Yes, it's me."

"Are you enjoying our party?" Her speech is a little slurred and he looks at the full drink in her hand. He's not sure how much he should push her, but he's genuinely worried about her having another drink.

"I am. Looks like you are too."

"Mhmm. Have you met Charles?" She gestures to the guy that brought her the drink. Elvis shakes hands politely and then shifts his attention back to Vivian.

"Honey, are you sure you want that drink?" She looks at him puzzled.

"Yeah. I do."

"It just..." He steps close to her and speaks softly. "It looks like you don't need it."

She looks up into his face for a minute, her eyes flicking between his and then down to his lips. It seems like she might be leaning in for a second, but she catches herself.

"How about you go back to your women and stop telling me what to do." That cuts him and he starts to turn and walk away. She's a big girl. He'll let her take care of herself. But then he hears the guy.

"Baby, let's go back to my place. We'll have a little party of our own."

Elvis knows he has to let her go, so he keeps walking away.

"No, I don't think I want to. I think I want to stay here and dance."

"Come on, baby. I know you haven't been leading me on all night." Elvis turns and watches the scene from across the dance floor. The guy caresses her face and then leans in for a kiss. She lets him kiss her, but then pulls away from him.

"No, thank you, but-"

"You're coming with me, baby, whether you like it or not. I've spent the whole night with you-" He puts his arms around her.

"No! I said I don't want to-"

"Come on, baby, I promise we'll have fun."

"No!" That's when Elvis steps in.

"She said no." The guy looks up at Elvis and scoffs.

"I don't need your help, Elvis." Vivian slurs, trying to push him away.

"Yeah, she doesn't need your help. She's mine tonight." The guy makes like he's going to put his arm around Vivian and Elvis decks him.

"Elvis!" The guy stands back up and tries to hit Elvis, but he's too slow. Elvis hits him one more time and he drops to the floor. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"You're coming with me."

"No, I'm not! I'm gonna stay here and dance!" Vivian climbs up on the closest chair and starts to dance. Elvis sighs deeply and then walks over to her, throwing her over his shoulder.

"No!" She tries to wiggle away.

"Calm down, Viv." He feels her relax against him as he makes his way toward the exit.

When he gets to the car, he plops her in the front seat and closes the door. He slides into the drivers seat and turns the car on. He notices that she's crying, but doesn't say anything about it, even though it breaks his heart.

Back at the hotel, he opens her car door.

"Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you?" She looks up at him, eye makeup running down her face. He hopes she'll just let him carry her.

"I can walk."

"Alright, then, let's go." She stands up out of the car and goes to take several steps, but she trips over her heels. Elvis sighs again and then scoops her into his arms. She's so stubborn, but in a way he finds it endearing. He carries her to the elevator and then up to his room. When he gets the room open, he walks in and lays her on the bed. He hadn't really thought of a plan beyond getting her out of the party. He kneels next to her as she lays on the bed and looks at her. Somehow, even with her makeup everywhere, she's beautiful. He moves her hair out of her face and resists the urge to kiss her.

"Thank you." She whispers as she closes her eyes. He stands up, takes his shoes off, and goes to turn the light on the nightstand off before sleeping on the couch. But she grabs his hand. "Sleep with me."

"Oh, honey, you're so-"

"Not like that. Just. Sleep in the bed with me, please." He nods as she scoots over to make space for him. He lays down next to her in the bed and settles against the pillow. Then, he rolls over on his side and looks at her. She's already asleep, so he touches her cheek softly. She looks like an angel in her sleep and his heart swells. He cups her chin and she doesn't wake up, so he leans forward and kisses her gently. He stays there with his nose touching hers for a while and then moves to kiss her cheek and her forehead.

"Goodnight, Viv." He closes his eyes and drifts off, too. If only she would let him love her.

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Vivian makes her way through the party, looking for someone she knows. She sees Elvis and starts to walk over to him. Thats when she notices the harem that surrounds him. He's eating it up, kissing cheeks and taking pictures left and right. For some reason, this irks her. She knows she has absolutely no right to be irritated, but she is. The more she gets to know Elvis, the more she wishes she could trust him. But things like the scene in front of her just prove that she can't. So, instead, she grabs a drink from one of the many trays floating around and decides to distract herself. It's unlikely that Elvis will notice anyway.

Somewhere around drink number 3, she meets Charles. He's cute enough with his dark brown curls and blue eyes. And he makes sure she has a steady supply of drinks, so she's not complaining. But all she wants is for Elvis to come and find her. Again, she knows she has no right to expect or even want such a thing, but she does.

As they've gotten closer over the last year, she's realized her feelings for him are undeniable. She's still as serious as ever about not dating him, considering his carousel of girlfriends, but her heart longs for him in a way she didn't think was possible. Still, she swallows her feelings and keeps drinking. Maybe that will make the longing go away.

Eventually, after enough drinks, her mind quiets and she makes her way to the dance floor. There's nothing like music to soothe a damaged heart. She moves slowly, swaying her hips as she holds her drink. Finally, she hears Charles approaching and opens her eyes. He goes to give her a drink and she finishes the one in her hand so she can take it.

"Let's go sit down, baby." He coos in her ear seductively. She's pretty sure she's going to agree to go with him when she trips over her heels and almost hits the floor. Strong arms catch her and she knows his scent immediately.

"Elvis!" Her bright smile is genuine. He's the one she's wanted all night long.

"Yes, it's me." He laughs gently and the conversation continues as she introduces him to Charles. But then he tries to keep her from having another drink. Why does he care? He's busy with several blondes. All she has is alcohol.

"It just... it looks like you don't need it." He's so close to her that she can see his individual eyelashes. She leans forward ever so slightly, longing to feel his lips on hers. But she stops and pulls back.

"How about you go back to your women and stop telling me what to do." She can tell that hurt him and she immediately regrets it. He turns to walk away and she tries not to cry. Just then, Charles starts trying to get her to leave with him. She doesn't want to, so she tries to tell him no. As sad as she is, all she wants in this moment is Elvis, even though she knows that's not smart or realistic. But Charles keeps pushing and pushing, trying to convince her to leave. She fights back, but when Charles pushes a little too hard, Elvis appears. He hits Charles and she screams at him to stop. It seems like he's always fighting for honor she doesn't have. This thought hurts and she needs to get away from both of them. Being around Elvis is almost too much in her current state, so when he tries to tell her to come with him, she says no.

What she really wants is to dance, uninterrupted. So, she climbs on a chair and starts moving to the music. Maybe up here, they'll both leave her alone.

But Elvis doesn't. Before she knows it, she's over his shoulder wiggling to try to get away.

"Calm down, Viv." The drinks she's had make her dizzy and she stops fighting him. It might be better that she leaves anyway.

When Elvis gets her to the car the overwhelming reality that he's only doing this to be a good person hits her. He doesn't want her. He just wants to make sure she doesn't make a fool of herself and him in the process. Fat tears begin to slide down her cheeks as she looks out the passenger side window.

Back at the hotel, Elvis opens the door and asks if she can walk. She knows she can't, but she tries anyway. He sighs and scoops her into his arms and she relaxes into him. Why can't she stay in his arms like this forever? She thinks about how he sighed before he picked her up. If he ever wanted her before, he certainly won't now. Who would want her after this? It's just another reality that cuts through her like a knife.

In the room, he lays her on the bed.

"Thank you." She whispers, glad to be safely in his room with him, even though she knows it's not what he wants. He takes his shoes off and then goes to sleep on the couch. But she's drunk and sad enough to ask for what she needs from him. She needs him close. Even if there's nothing between them more than friendship, she can't stand the idea of being alone right now. And all she wants is him.

"Sleep with me."

"Oh, honey, you're so-"

"Not like that. Just. Sleep in the bed with me, please." He crawls into the bed and Vivian does everything she can not to snuggle into his chest. She's so tired and lonely, but she doesn't want to risk their friendship. She falls asleep wishing he would touch her.

It's dark when Vivian wakes up and realizes where she is. She rolls over to Elvis and watches him as he breathes rhythmically. When she's sure that he's asleep, she reaches out and runs her fingertips down his nose, across his brow, and over his jawline, tracing the edges of his face. The last thing she does is drag her thumb gently across his lips. When he doesn't wake up, she moves over to him and presses her lips to his softly. There's no limit to the way she loves him.

He stirs a little and moves to wrap his arm around her, pulling her in close to him. She settles into his chest and goes back to sleep. If only he would love her.

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Until next time...

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[sissylittlefeather]

Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist! All my works are Elvis x fem!reader except the series with the OC, but she's fem too. They're also mostly 18+ (no minors) smut, so best just to stay away if you're a minor.

Requests are closed for now! ❤️

New series: Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming (Elvis x OC Vivian Choquette)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

New mini-series: It Feels So Right (how can it be wrong?) (ghost!Elvis/Austin x fem!reader)

Part 1

Part 2

New mini-series: Suspicious Minds (modern AU spy!Elvis x fem!reader)

Part 1

Series: How the Web Was Woven (Soulmate/Time travel AU Elvis x fem!reader)

Masterlist

Series: Role Play (1971 Elvis x fem!reader)

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Series: This is the Story (Elvis x OC Grace Dubois)

Masterlist

Series: A Very Quiet Life (Suburbs!Elvis AU Elvis x fem!reader)

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Original series:

This is a collection of the first fics I wrote. It's a bit messy, but the smut is pretty good!

Masterlist

One shots:

Masterlist

Masterlist Part 2

Elvis Movie Characters:

Masterlist

And then here's the reader requests:

Masterlist

200 Celebration Request Masterlist

500 Celebration Request Masterlist

Also, Elvis poetry:

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So anyway, enjoy. Here's some of my favorite pictures of Elvis, just for funsies.