#cant say no

[zimmer19999]

the vet said she needs to lose weight but i dont think she has lost any of it

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Can’t Say No

Fandom: American Actor, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie, RPF

Pairing:  Elvis Presley x Female Reader x Jerry Schilling

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Jerry Schilling, Memphis Mafia

Word Count: 5108 

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Elvis Presley is an understanding man. Loving you is something he understands all too well.

Tags/ Warnings: Series of Oneshots, Non Chronological Order, Graceland, POV Second Person, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Penetrative Sex, Group Sex, Extra Marital Sex, Threesome F/M/M, Kissing, Kisses, Neck Kissing, Cuddling, Declarations of Love, Falling In Love, Angst, Fluff,  Creampie,  Dom/Sub, Dom Elvis, Teasing, Wife Sharing, Reverse Harem, Established Relationship, Marriage, Reader and Elvis are Married, Breeding Kink

Notes: Fin!

As much as I’ve loved writing for our slutty summer Saturdays I think here’s a good place to end it.

As previously stated if I had to pick anyone after Elvis it would for sure be Jerry so ofc I had to finish it on him. But don’t be sad – I’m sure Elvis and Reader will be having lot of hot baby making sex  that I might write about one day. Hope you’ve liked it <3

​LINK TO MADE FOR THE MAFIA

You were upset. Anyone would think that it might have been the long day of travelling that had gotten to you or the fact that since you had touched down in California Elvis had been forced into meetings meaning that he had only got home an hour or so ago. They’d be wrong. You weren’t upset about that, in fact, what you were upset about was the fact that when Elvis had finally trudged upstairs to bed, finding you ready and waiting to spend a little one on one time together he had told you no. Well not no but he had rejected your advances citing the need to wind down after a long day by watching the football which was now playing out into the room much to your annoyance. 

You were laying in bed beside him your fingers playing with his large hand as you rested your cheek against his shoulder waiting for him to pay attention to you though he was watching the TV riveted. In fact the only time he peeled his gaze away was when he rang through for some sodas to be brought up, Jerry knocking at your bedroom door not five minutes later.  

It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle not getting your own way it was just that when it came to you Elvis rarely refused to bend to what you wanted. So you weren’t unaccustomed to it. 

It didn’t help that over the past couple of weeks you’d been living in a permanent bliss. Since the incident and Red’s subsequent punishment your little arrangement had cooled off. Though you hadn’t mentioned it outright the boys seemed to notice that they weren’t in favor, well not at the moment, and had left you and Elvis to it. And that had been heaven. 

Without them there he had seemed to relax. It was less about experimenting and more about the experience. He had shown you almost every day that he loved you with his entire being and you had done so in return. But if you were being honest you missed the man he was when they were around. You missed the fire in his eyes when he took charge or how he showed them he was your one and only. It had been a good side of him, well before it had all gotten too much. 

 In fact as Jerry handed a couple of Pepsi bottles over and prepared to leave you found yourself missing the way it had been when it was just the three of you. At least then it had been uncomplicated. 

 And so before you could force yourself not to you said, ‘why don’t you stay?’

‘What?’ Jerry said glancing at Elvis and then back at you. You knew why he was questioning it, any previous offers had been more than just about watching football and since you had cooled it he had every right to be confused. ‘He can stay right baby? Watch TV with us?’ you asked looking at Elvis whose eyes narrowed as he tried to work out what you were up to before he said, ‘yeah sure. Take a seat man.’

Jerry paused but seeing as the pair of you were watching him intently he nodded and slipped onto the bed beside you. This one was smaller than your bed back home, meaning that he was pressed against you as you lay between them, throwing him a smile as you settled back. 

Though as you looked at the TV your eyes glazed over as your need took hold. You yearned for Elvis to touch you, though he pretended not to notice as you leaned further into him. So your mind started to wander. You knew you shouldn’t, that he would pay attention to you soon but you couldn’t help yourself, especially when Jerry shifted, his thigh rubbing against yours making the dampness between your legs worsen as you glanced towards him. He smiled awkwardly and then looked back at the TV only upsetting you further. A couple months ago both these boys would’ve been chomping at the bit to do something  with you and now it all felt off.

And you didn’t want that. In fact what you did want you were laid in between but you knew Elvis wouldn’t bend to your pouting. Though he rarely told you no when he did he had a will of iron. Jerry however you doubted would be as strong. So you came up with a plan. One that went into motion the moment your hand fell onto Jerry’s thigh. 

Given the summer heat he wasn’t wearing much, just shorts and a T-shirt so when you reached across you were touching bare skin. You could feel his eyes burning into you but you kept your gaze forward, fixed on the TV, as you trailed your fingers in soft circles against him.

As he put his gaze back on the TV you smirked to yourself, allowing your hand to trace over the material of his shorts. You could feel him shift, trying to ignore the fact the material was getting a lot more restrictive the more your hand moved. When you glanced towards Elvis however he didn’t even seem to notice in fact he was leaning forward excitedly anticipating a coming touchdown.

‘That’s it he’s gonna do it! Hot damn!’ he said cheering as he moved forward forcing you off of him in his excitement meaning that your hand fully shifted, touching Jerry’s now hard cock. However it was only brief and your hand had no sooner brushed against it before Jerry was leaping up, his face flush with embarrassment though you could see he was thanking God his situation wasn’t too noticiable given the shorts he was wearing. ‘You alright man?’ Elvis asked he lay back his arm going around your shoulders as you feigned innocence. ‘Yeah,’ Jerry said clearing his throat, ‘you want more sodas? I can get ya more sodas.’ ‘Nah I’m good,’ Elvis said though as Jerry made no attempt to sit back down next to you he said, ‘oh don’t mind her. She’s just pouting because I won’t fuck her.’

Jerry’s eyes went wide as did yours as you looked towards him, a scowl on your face that made him smirk as you protested, ‘I am not pouting!’ ‘Sure you’re not, is that why your hands been rubbing up Jer’s thigh for the last ten minutes?’ he said smirking as you folded your arms across your chest, ‘you can’t kid a kidder baby.’ ‘I’m not kiddin’ anyone,’ you said looking away from him, irked that your teasing hadn’t gotten the reaction you hoped for.  ‘Hey now stop poutin’ I told ya I would didn’t I?’ he reasoned brushing your hair off your shoulder though you continued not to look at him. ‘I guess I just thought I was more appealing than the football,’ you said. ‘You are look would ya just give me till the end of the game?’ Elvis asked. You could feel yourself caving, his fingers down the chiffon of your nightdress creating goosebumps as they went but the throb between your legs was too much. You would give him his game but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t start without him. You nodded earning yourself a smile and feeling like he was back in safe territory Jerry took a seat back beside you. 

Once he was situated though you moved turning to face both men whose eyes fell on you instead of the TV. Then Elvis watched as you clambered onto Jerry’s lap, sitting on his thighs as he watched you, mouth agape and dry. 

‘Baby,’ Elvis said with an edge to his voice. It wasn’t that he was mad at you it was just that you were openly disobeying him. ‘Yeah?’ you asked as your fingers fiddled with the waistband of Jerry’s shorts. ‘I thought we were waiting,’ he said. ‘You said you were waiting,’ you said, ‘maybe me and Jer don’t wanna wait.’ ‘Y/N,’ Jerry said unsure. ‘Oh come on Jer don’t ya fancy a lil helping hand,’ you said ghosting your hand against him, ‘how longs it been? Weeks?’ ‘Exactly. Ten minutes ain’t gonna kill him and it won’t kill you either,’ Elvis said. ‘I don’t know,’ you mused teasing your finger along Jerry’s clothed shaft, ‘from the looks of things I’d say making him wait could seriously hurt him. And y’know I can do a lot in ten minutes.’ ‘You think?’ Elvis said. He was baiting you, knowing what you really wanted was him but he wasn’t going to let you win that easily. So he said, ‘fine. Go ahead but don’t expect me to be waiting around once I’m ready.’ 

And then he turned his head to the screen. It wasn’t what you wanted. You’d hoped he’d cave but seeing that he wasn't you decided not to pout any longer and take matters quite literally into your own hands. 

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around Jerry whose hold on you remained tentative, glancing towards Elvis unsure though you turned his face back to look at you.

‘You’re not going to leave me high and dry now are ya?’ you purred. ‘EP-‘ ‘Is fine,’ you said, ‘if he would rather look at 30 guys run about a field he can. But is that what you want?’ 

Jerry looked at you, watching him expectantly, and then shook his head

‘Good boy,’ you smiled before you leaned into kiss him. It was slow and languid, his hands finding your waist as he held you to him but it wouldn’t last. Not when you had a time limit hanging over you. You pulled back, sitting firmly on his lap as you shimmied the straps of your night gown down, allowing it to gather at your waist as you revealed yourself causing Jerry’s cock to twitch at the sight. Your hand ghosted down him, teasing along his waistband before you pulled them down with some assistance until he sprang free, slapping against his own stomach where he left a trail of excitement behind.

As you reached your hand forward to grasp him he grunted, thrusting his hips up for any scrap of  relief you could offer. For a moment you could’ve sworn you felt Elvis watching you but when you looked his way his gaze remained fixed on the screen, seemingly ignoring the pair of you. So you paid him no attention, moving your hand against Jerry, your thumb swirling over his tip as you moved at an agonisingly slow pace. You kept your hand moving, enjoying the way your touch seemed to reek havoc on his breathing. When you looked up he was watching you lustfully.

‘So,’ you mused, ‘be honest.’ ‘What?’ Jerry said though it was more uneven than he intended. ‘Have ya missed this?’ you asked.  ‘Is that a serious question?’ Jerry said making you giggle, even harder as his head fell back as he said, ‘oh fuck.’ ‘I’ve missed it too,’ you said. You were looking at Jerry but your words were meant for Elvis, hoping he’d see how much you needed him, ‘don’t know how he expects me to wait through an entire football game. Not after months of us all running amuck.’ ‘I can’t believe he said no,’ Jerry said in a tone so honest you wondered if he had forgotten Elvis was less than a metre away. ‘Guess I’m not as appealing as football,’ you giggled.

He was meeting your pace now, thrusting up into your hand though his face fell as your movements slowed. You knew Elvis loved you but teasing Jerry made you excited, seeing the desperation on his face as his eyes pleaded with you to give him the release he was looking for.

‘Are you gonna touch me Jer?’ you asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. ‘I’ll do anything,’ he pleaded. ‘Yeah?’ you asked earning a nod, ‘you gonna cum for me first?’ ‘Fuck,’ Jerry said. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. It wasn’t that you two hadn’t been in this situation before it was that all the times before Elvis had been right there with you. He knew if Elvis had a problem he would never have let it get this far and he also knew that all of this was to get a rise out of your husband. But it didn’t feel like that. In the moment it felt as though it was just you and him, as if you were the only two there. It felt good. ‘That’s not an answer,’ you said leaning in as your hand worked his shaft quicker and quicker, your chest pressing against his as you placed your mouth next to his ear, ‘now…are you gonna cum for me Mr Schilling?’ ‘Yes,’ he said obediently, unable to fathom how his own name could sound so erotic. ‘Where do you wanna cum?’ you asked.  ‘Your mouth,’ he said without a thought in his brain to stop him not that it mattered as when you pulled back your face was plastered with a cheeky smile and you shuffled down the bed until you were laying between his legs. 

As your hand held him your mouth moved to his balls, your tongue swiping along them in a manner that made his toes curl. Yet your tongue didn’t stop there instead it carried on its knee weakening assault along every inch of him until it could swirl his head before you inched him into your mouth. He groaned, his hands flying to your hair as you worked him. He was moving his hips against you, his fingers knotting in your locks as you moved. You could tell he was getting closer, the familiarity you had with the man telling you what ever little grunt and groan meant until he spoke.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna cum,’ he panted as you pulled back, keeping his tip in your mouth as your hand met his on his shaft working him frantically until you felt his release spill onto your tongue. You swallowed him down effortlessly, pulling off him with a pop though before you could speak you felt hands on your legs pulling you away from him as your body was flipped. You hadn’t noticed him move but Elvis was on you in a matter of seconds, your body pinned in the nook of Jerry’s legs as he hovered over you. Your hands immediately went to his neck, stroking it as he smirked at you. 

‘Thought you weren’t touching me,’ you said. You were unable to hear what the TV was playing in the background but with all your teasing you assumed you’d gone well over your time.   ‘You had with a minute to spare,’ he said leaning down to kiss you, his lips migrating along your jaw as you sighed. You had won but that didn’t mean you were going to let him off easy. ‘Doesn’t that mean there’s still a minute left of your game then?’ you asked smirking as he pulled back to look at you. ‘Yeah but you were right,’ he said as his fingers found their way up under the hem of your nightdress, teasing your folds as he found there was nothing there to stop him, ‘this is a better.’

And before you could protest he moved to thrust inside you, burying himself down to the hilt as he buried his face in your neck. 

‘Honey you’re soaked,’ he grunted moving his hips at a furious pace.  ‘Been waitin’,’ you panted. There was no tenderness here, the gentle and loving caresses the pair of you had shared for the past few weeks were all but forgotten as he plunged in and out of you his mouth nipping and sucking ever inch of your skin he could reach without disentangling from you.  ‘You ain’t ever gonna have to wait again,’ he said, ‘never gonna say no again.’ ‘Promise?’ you groaned as he hit that sweet spot, forcing you to grind your hips against him chasing the high once more. ‘Promise,’ he said, ‘I’ll give you anything you want.’ ‘Want it E,’ you said grasping his face. ‘You sure?’ he said making you nod, ‘ask me again doll. Tell me what you want.’ ‘Want you to cum in me,’ you said breathily.  ‘Mmm?’ he asked, ‘you gonna take it from me? Fill you up all nice and full? ‘Yes,’ you said. Though you had been on edge all day waiting for this very thing none of the anticipation could’ve matched what you were feeling at that moment.  ‘Okay honey,’ he said, ‘but ya gotta cum with me okay?’ ‘Okay,’ you said as he moved his hips against your he snaked a hand between you both, tracing electrifying circles around your clit.  ‘You ready?’ he asked as you nodded, unable to keep your eyes open as you clung to whatever would keep you grounded namely his hair and Jerry’s leg. ‘Fuck E,’ you whimpered ‘That’s it,’ he grunted, ‘cum with me now.’

And then he was spilling out into you, his hips going haphazard in movement though his fingers never lifted from your clit causing ecstasy to flow through you milking him for all he was worth. 

As he slowed down and the shocks started to ebb you opened your eyes finding him still watching you breathlessly. You giggled pushing the hair that had fallen in his eyes off his face as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. When he pulled back he was sporting that familiar lopsided grin.

‘You happy now?’ he asked. ‘Very,’ you giggled.  ‘M’glad,’ he said kissing you once more. Then he pulled out of you wiping you both down with one layers of your nightgown of which there were and outrageous amount of before he shuffled back up the bed, you scampering behind him. Though as you flipped yourself onto your knees you seemed to notice the pair of you weren’t alone, that the passionate moment you had shared had been witnessed. But you didn’t care instead you climbed back to your spot on the bed, cuddling into Elvis’ side. 

However as you did Jerry started to shuffle up towards the edge of the bed only stopping when you tugged on his T-shirt. He looked at you puzzled making you smile, ‘and where do you think you’re going?’ ‘I thought I’d give you guys…y’know…’ he said awkwardly sighing as you raised an eyebrow, ‘some privacy.’ ‘I think we’re well past that part don’t you?’ you giggled patting the bed beside you, ‘c’mon. Besides he missed the ending of the game which means he needs someone to watch the highlight show with and I’m tired.’ ‘Like you paid attention before,’ Elvis chuckled pressing a kiss to your temple. As the pair of you watched Jerry he seemed to deliberate before eventually he nodded and climbed back on the bed beside you. You shuffled down in your seat, wrapping your arm in Elvis’ as you snuggled against his shoulder though that didn’t stop you from using your other hand to take hold of Jerry’s holding it gently. You glanced at him, offering a smile which he returned before you looked back to the TV, finally content.

You still weren’t watching whatever was playing but your mind wasn’t whirring now, in fact, you were enjoying just being beside them both, listening to them talk about the football until finally you felt yourself being pulled into a slumber. And after a while, from where Jerry was sitting, it appeared that both of you had fallen asleep and so he gently let go of your hand and placed it on your thigh before he shifted himself off the bed.

He moved silently through the room opening the door quietly until he could wander down the hall and out onto the patio. The summer night’s air was warm but given that he was still in his shorts and a t-shirt he felt a chill run through him though he didn’t care. He just needed to be outside, to think. Though as he stood there he heard the sliding door open once more and he sighed to himself thinking it was one of the boys needing him for something but it wasn’t, it was Elvis. He didn’t say anything, instead, he allowed his friend to come and stand beside him but where Jerry was looking out onto the valley below Elvis was leaning against the railing, watching him.

‘You alright man?’ Elvis asked. ‘M’fine,’ Jerry shrugged, ‘just figured I’d give you two some space.’ ‘Yeah?’ Elvis asked. Jerry nodded and then he dropped his gaze looking back out at the view as he tried to work out how to phrase what he wanted to say next. ‘You know I’ve been thinkin’,’ he said nervously glancing at Elvis who watched him but said nothing, ‘maybe we should stop…’ ‘Oh?’ Elvis asked. ‘I mean not that it ain’t been fun or anything because it has but I mean after the last couple of times maybe it’s better if we don’t,’ Jerry said watching Elvis. ‘Why ‘cause Red can’t last longer than two minutes?’ Elvis asked though he knew that wasn’t the reason. ‘I’m just sayin’ it’s getting complicated don’t you think? I mean you can't deny Red got y’all a lil spun out,’ Jerry said. ‘So we go back to the way it was,’ Elvis shrugged making Jerry sigh. He was trying so hard to get his point across, to say what he wanted to say without saying it outright but it was falling flat well, that’s what he thought until Elvis said, ‘you fell in love with her didn’t you.’

Jerry looked up at him, his face splashed with regret though he didn’t say anything for a minute, allowing the words to hang between them. But it was confirmation enough. Elvis sighed and turned to look out at the valley himself, the lights of the houses below them twinkling even in the light of the summer’s night. After a minute Jerry spoke, saying the only thing he could muster.

‘I didn’t mean to.’ ‘I know,’ Elvis said quietly. There was no anger behind it, yet Jerry didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. He had half hoped that he would’ve torn into him, the way he had with Red, if it would’ve helped that gnawing feeling in his gut he would’ve let him whoop his ass. And though he had no right to all he could do was plead with him. ‘Please don’t tell her,’ he begged. Elvis sighed a laugh. ‘I don’t kick a man when he’s down,’ Elvis said looking at his friend. Neither of them spoke for a minute, unable to navigate through the awkwardness. But Elvis couldn't help himself, the questions in his mind begging to come out.

'How long?’ ‘EP-’ ‘How long?’ Elvis asked though he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know. He had started their arrangement because he hoped they could all have a bit of fun, to learn his best friend might have had other intentions would sting he was sure. ‘I don’t know,’ Jerry said honestly, ‘but the whole thing with Red…’ ‘Right,’ Elvis said looking away from him. It was a relief if only slightly.

Again the pair of them remained quiet, though there were questions spinning through both of their minds, neither of them knowing where to start. Eventually, Jerry bit the bullet though he refused to look up as he said, ‘so we stop?’

‘I think that’s for the best,’ Elvis said earning a nod. ‘Maybe the other guys,’ Jerry said clearing his throat, ‘maybe you could…’ ‘Nah, not without you,’ Elvis said shaking his head, ‘I mean they’re fine and she likes ‘em but…if it’s worth anything I think she’s come to like you too.’ ‘EP don’t be cruel,’ Jerry whispered. ‘I’m not,’ Elvis said firmly, ‘look do I think she’s clambering to leave me for you? No…but she does love you Jer.’

Jerry had been looking away from him but as his words he couldn’t resist glancing his way though he immediately wished he hadn't because he could see from the look on his friend's face he was telling the truth. It was enough to make his heart flutter and squeeze all in one go. He groaned moving to sit on one of the patio chairs as he put his head in his hands, ‘I am an idiot.’

‘I’d say I blame ya but I can’t…not really,’ Elvis said watching his friend sadly. And in that instance, he had the urge to comfort him. It was odd to want to comfort your best friend, especially when the said friend had just admitted to falling in love with your wife after fucking her senseless so many times yet he knew how he felt. He wished he could be angry but watching the man in front of him so torn up over a love he knew was worth it meant he couldn’t be. He was just lucky that it was him you had picked.

‘You know if it was any other circumstance you know who I’d tell ya to speak to,’ Elvis mused making Jerry sigh. ‘Yeah she’d probably sort it all out for me,’ Jerry said. ‘Hell she’d probably let ya use her to wean yourself onto the next ‘un,’ Elvis chuckled. Jerry chuckled too though he felt fear flutter through him and he stood up. ‘She can't know,’ he said firmly. ‘No, I know,’ Elvis sighed. Jerry nodded feeling a little bit better though he bit his lip as he asked, ‘what are you gonna say?’ ‘I’ll think of sumthin’. I’ll probably blame Red to be honest with ya. I mean she’ll be bummed but she’ll understand,’ Elvis shrugged. Jerry nodded. ‘Promise you won't tell her?’ Jerry asked hoping for one last confirmation. ‘Of course not,’ Elvis said, ‘I wouldn’t do that to ya. You’re my best friend.’

Jerry nodded moving back to the balcony as his mind whirred. He felt better for telling his friend but that still didn't stop his stomach from flooding with butterflies the moment his thoughts landed around you. It also didn’t stop the guilt from flooding through him as he felt Elvis place a hand on his shoulder for just a moment before he headed inside.

When he got back to the bedroom you were laying on your front, tucked under the bedclothes as you slept soundly, though you were disturbed as he climbed in beside you, slipping down onto his back as you moved to lay on him.

‘Where’ve you been?’ you asked stirring as he wrapped his arms around you. ‘Nowhere baby,’ he murmured, ‘go back to sleep.’ ‘Where’s Jer?’ you asked, your eyes opening a touch as you realised the bed that had been practically absent of space was now empty on your other side. ‘Gone,’ Elvis said trying to keep his tone even.  You nodded, yawning as you rubbed your eyes. He watched you closely, he had to tell you, now in the dark where you wouldn’t question him too much because he knew if you asked, if you probed at him, he wouldn’t be able to keep it from you - no matter what he’d promised his friend.

 So before you could lay your head back on him he said, ‘baby?’ ‘Mmm?’ you asked sleepily. ‘I think we’re done,’ he said quietly. You stirred pulling back to place your hand on his chest as you looked at him, your brain failing to register what that meant but when it did all you could say was, ‘oh.’

He held you, his blue eyes sparkling in the low light as his fingers traced along your chin waiting for you to say something. You didn’t know what to say. You were sad it was over sure but more to the point you were worried. Worried you had done something to ruin it.

‘Is it me? Did I go too far?’ you asked making him chuckle. ‘No doll it’s not you,’ he said. ‘So what is it? I mean I thought after Red you said…I thought we were okay,’ you said worriedly. ‘We are,’ he said hoping that if he locked onto the narrative of Red you’d follow, ‘I just…I don’t know. I think the whole thing with Red might’ve been our signal to stop y’know. Maybe we shouldn’t push it.’ ‘You’re probably right,’ you said, your anxieties ebbing. Tonight had been fun but you couldn't deny it had felt different than before though you didn't know why. ‘Are you okay with that?’ he asked. You nodded. ‘Yeah I mean it’s been fun but I’d right have you, us, be comfortable and happy than all of that anyway. You know that right?’ you said. ‘Always,’ he said leaning up to kiss you. You kissed him back, smiling into it which made his brow furrow as you pulled back, ‘what?’ ‘Nothing,’ you giggled, ‘it’s just that I’ve realised something.’ ‘Oh yeah, what’s that?’ Elvis asked amusedly thanking his lucky stars you’d taken the news so well.  ‘Well we might’ve closed that chapter but that doesn’t mean we can't find other things to do,’ you mused running your fingers up his chest. ‘You’re right,’ he laughed, ‘can’t have you gettin’ bored on me can I?’ ‘Hell maybe we could actually do it like it was intended and try for a baby,’ you joked though as the words left your lips Elvis’ eyes sparkled. ‘You know that’s not such a bad idea,’ Elvis said making flutter run through you. You hadn't been being serious but at his words you let excitement. Maybe he had a point. This little arrangement had been fun but maybe it was time for the pair of you to think of the next chapter of your life. After all this whole situation had done nothing but prove how much the pair of you loved one another, why not create something out of that love?

‘Really?’ you asked quietly. ‘Why not?’ he shrugged. ‘You really never can say no to me huh?’ you giggled, amused by just how quickly he had bent to whatever you wanted. Even tonight he hadn't lasted. ‘Nope,’ he smiled, ‘how could I? Love ya too damn much that’s my problem.’ ‘Well let’s put that love to good use huh?’ you said. ‘Oh definitely,’ he said kissing the tip of your nose.

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