#poc oc x elvis

[aliypop]

Married In The Morning

Word Count: 1.872

Writers Note: Figured I never talked about the wedding so @sissylittlefeather here you go

Warning: Fluffy

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: Christmas 1960 2 years after their Christmas Engagement Elvis and Cecelia are finally united in marital bliss.

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Tennessee December 25th, 1960

The chapel halls welcomed family and friends to the quaint wedding of Elvis and soon-to-be Cecelia Shanel Presley. Music played through the sanctuary, and members of both parties chattered about what they were about to witness. However, at Graceland, there was a nervous, leg-shaking Elvis. Who was getting ready for his big day? He'd waited long and hard for this day, and here it was. 

"Will you stop moving so much!" Alberta said as Elvis was giddy and in a mood that one could explain as in love. 

"Birdie, I can't!"

"And why is that?" Fixing his bowtie.

"It ain't every day a man gets to marry his best friend." 

"Joe or Red?"

"Very funny,"

"Hey, E!" Billy shouted,

"What!"

"Hurry up, we're gonna be late!"

In the chapel, Cecelia was pacing around the room, fidgeting with her dress, "Oh, Midge, what if he gets cold feet!" she sighed, "Or Mama, what if he changes his mind." Rosa and Daphane both watched as Denise and Midge sighed, 

"Elvis loves you endlessly. He's not going to freeze." Midge responded, fixing her dress as Denise fixed her hair. They were right. If he hadn't left when they were dating, why would he leave now on their wedding day? Cecelia finally sat down, and she took a deep breath. There was a knock on the door. Midge jumped up to get it. Standing there were Eleanor and Ruby, Delta, Patsy and Dodger.

"Are we late for the traditional gift-giving of the bride?" Ruby asked as she nearly kissed her niece,

"Not at all, ladies." Rosa smiled,

"Good, wouldn't wanna miss indoctrinating the new Mrs. Presley." Patsy said, as she smiled, "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you, Patsy," Cecelia hugged her, as Patsy giggled,

"I don't think I've seen a prettier bride since Gladys," Delta said. Getting teary-eyed.

"Or Denise," Eleanor added as Denise took a deep breath. Her little pumpkin was now grown and getting married. She still couldn't believe it. 

"Alright, I'm not gonna cry, but something borrowed." Rosa looked around as Midge handed her pearl necklace to Rosa to put around Cecelia's neck.

"Something blue!" Daphane smirked, "It's not much, but it's a garter I sewed out of Elvis's old sock!"

"Why do you have that?" Rosa nudged her.

"Why not..."

"It's perfect." Cecelia giggled

The women in the room laughed at the news as they kept with the bridal good luck charms.

"Something new?" Eleanor and Ruby said in unison as they both handed her bracelets. They were dainty and added to her bridal look. Cecelia looked in the mirror as she got emotional. She looked like a princess. 

"All's next is something old," Patsy said as Delta looked at Dodger, then Denise. Denise had placed her old veil on her daughter's head as she kissed her on the cheek. She then went to the side of Dodger to help her up. Dodger was holding a jewelry box with earrings in them. They were pearls with diamonds around them. 

"These were Gladys's earrings. I'd want you to have 'em, dear." Dodger said, presenting them to Cecelia as she picked them up,

"Grammy, I couldn't."

"Gladys would want you to have them," Delta said. As she smiled, which might have been the first time Cecelia saw her do that. 

"She really liked you," Patsy said, helping her put on the earrings. 

"I wish she could've been here." Denise sighed, "Gladys would've loved to have seen her little boy up and married." 

"Elvis, you're shakin like a leaf." Vernon sighed, looking at his son. He wasn't nervous, he was just excited, 

"I know, Pa." Elvis took a deep breath as Alfonso was by his side, "It's just I haven't seen Cece all day. It's driving me crazy." he laughed, both fathers laughing a bit,

"No, don't go gettin no idea's it's bad luck to see the bride." Elvis had a look on his face that said the opposite. Marching out the doors, Elvis made his way to the door that Cecelia was behind. 

"You know. It's just exciting. I'm marrying my best friend and. I'm itching to see him and talk to him." Cecelia said as the women in the room awed at her. Cecelia was really in love, and it showed. 

"I can't wait to see his smile and how he's gonna look in his tux. I can hear his voice saying-"

"Cecelia."

"Yeah, like that."

"Cecelia, it's me, Elvis!"

"You can't be here, E!" Patsy shouted as Rosa and Daphane stood by the door.

"I ain't inside, Patsy," pushing past everyone was Cecelia, her ear by the door as she got giddy. They were something out of a romance novel. They were the definition of true love.

"Elvis! It's me, Cece." 

"Thank God, I ain't want much but to talk to you," Elvis said as Cecelia giggled,

"I want to talk to you too, handsome."

"I'll be honest. I'm nervous about this wedding thing cause what if I-I-."He took a deep breath, "What if I'm not good at being a husband." 

"Oh, Elvis, you're going to be a great husband. You listen, and you care, and you're gentle and kind. You're an angel." Cecelia smirked, "Well, most times."

"Whadya mean most."

"You know what I mean."

"I do? Oh... Oh." Elvis turned red, but she could hear the smirk on his face arrive. "What about you, Cece? You nervous about anything?"

"A lot of things, really, but when I'm by your side, I know I'll be alright."

 "Hey E, it's time!" 

"Hi, Joe!" Cecelia said from the door.

"Hey, Cece! We'll see you in a few."

The music in the chapel had begun to play, and Elvis and his friends stood there waiting for Cecelia. Rosa, Daphane, Patsy, and Midge. All stood on the left side, waiting patiently for the woman of the hour to arrive.

"I'm walking my little pumpkin down," Alfonso said, growling at his wife,

"No, I am..." Denise rolled her eyes,

"How about you both walk her down." Eleanor groaned, "And stop arguing! Thought you two settled that when y'all got married again." she rolled her eyes, walking into the chapel. Cecelia walked up to her parents as they were taken away, she was wearing her grandmother's dress and wedding shoes, 

"My little pumpkin... Is a woman." Alfonso teared up.

"Daddy, don't cry. It's a joyful day. I'm marrying Elvis, my true love." She hugged him. Her parents locked arms with her as Denise teared up, 

"You look beautiful, sweetheart." Denise sniffled,

Walking down, Cecelia could feel every eye on her, but she didn't care, for her eyes were on Elvis, his tux on as he waved at her and his mouth opened at how she looked,

"Damn, you're lucky," Red whispered,

"Nah, I'm blessed." Elvis teared up. He told himself he wouldn't cry, but an angel had just landed, and she was to be his wife. 

"Who gives this bride to this man." 

"We do." Denise and Alfonso said as Vernon helped her up,

Elvis took her hand as he lifted her veil. "Well, hot damn!" he whispered, "Can I kiss 'er now?!" everyone in the chapel began to laugh as Cecelia giggled, 

"I could ask the same thing, too." She smiled. The ceremony went on, and the two couldn't stop looking at each other. 

"Now, the vows."

"I'll be honest, I didn't write anything. Cause if I did, I'd been dead." Cecelia said as Elvis chuckled, "So I'll talk from my heart." Cecelia took a deep breath as she looked up at him, 

"Elvis Aaron Presley, when you bumped into my life in October 1954, I was hypnotized, not by the star we'd both become, but by your soul. It shook me to my very core." She blushed, "I've never been the same. You've been there for me through thick and thin. You're my best friend, my angel, my lover, my everything, and I pray you continue to be my everything just as I am yours."

Elvis blushed as he kissed her hand,

"Your turn." She winked,

"How am I gonna top that? Oh, like this. " Elvis smiled, holding her hand, "Cecelia, there are many ways I could talk about ya, but I'll start from when I first knew you'd Uh be mine." He laughed as he started to get nervous, " You know, I don't ever think you saw me as Elivs the star. You saw me as the guy who'd, uh eat the fries off yer plate. Or the guy who can make a fool of himself. You saw me, an I felt honored that you did. You didn't care if I talked too much, didn't care about none of it." He got bashful,

"Cece, I love you 'cause you see the imperfect me and still think I'm a swinging guy."

"Cause you are," Cecelia commented as he took her hand, 

"Well, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Presley. You may now-"

Elvis dipped Cecelia as he kissed her passionately and sweetly, taking her hand as Rosa and Daphane dropped the broom at their feet, jumping over it. The new couple had been truly excited about their life together. 

Heading back to Graceland, the two were in bliss, it was cold, and Cecelia was in her winter fur, but she felt warmed by the love radiating off of her Elvis. Carrying her over the threshold Cecelia was filled with laughter and love as was Elvis, they were surrounded by friends and family, and, 

"Elvis look at how gorgeous the cake is..." 

"To think we'll have to cut it, with its strawberry filling in it." 

"It's what..." She cheesed like a kid in a record store, 

"Nothing, doll." Walking her by the cake as she took a taste of the icing, 

"HEY E CATCH!" From the backyard, his cousins and his father-in-law were playing football at the reception, and Elvis couldn't resist. As he looked at his wife, she waved him off to join them. 

"You wanna play around some?"

"Elvis I'm no good at sports."

"Oh come on." He pleaded as she walked over with him, the game was intense Alfonso had passed it to Billy who then passed it to Elvis, but then he fumbled it and Red caught it only for it to land in the hands of 

"I CAUGHT IT!!! WHAT DO I DO NOW?"

"RUN!!!" Denise looked over and shook her head, she couldn't believe her daughter was playing football in the Tenessse cold in her wedding gown. Cecelia ran like hell as she kept going until she felt someone tackle her, looking up it was Elvis who planted a kiss on her cheek,

"Thanks, babe I won," he smirked

"Oh no you didn't!" She said getting up, a grass stain on her dress as the two began to laugh. 

"CECELIA SHANEL PRESELY!"

"MAMA IT'S JUST A STAIN IT'LL COME OUT!" Cecelia shouted back, as his cousins agreed with her, 

"Spoken like a true Presley..." Elvis said kissing her again,

"And forever may I be." Nuzzling his nose as snow flurries fell,

 "Merry Christmas Cece."

"Merry Christmas El."

Oh, how it felt to be married in the morning.

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey Masterlist

Milk & Honey 

[Austin!Elvis x Black!OC] [Completed] -  The year is 1954. Honey James has recently moved her and her mother to Memphis, Tennessee to secretly pursue her passion for music. However, now living in a bustling city, she is quickly met with the harsh realities of what it means to be mixed race during her time. After constant rejection, she finally manages to get employed as a cleaner at one of Beale Street’s most inventive and poppin’ nightclubs, Club Handy, where she hopes to one day perform. Unfortunately for Honey, her road to fame faces even more sinkholes when she reunites with an old friend turned pop star that shows her a whole new world of difficulties and fears regarding the limelight and what it’s like to find love as a black woman in the deep south.

Warning: This story contains consistent race related conversations/issues, sexual topics, and swearing

Prologue  |  Ch. 1  |  Ch. 2  |  Ch. 3  |  Ch. 4  |  Ch. 5  |  Ch. 6  |  Ch. 7  |  Ch. 8  |  Ch. 9 (Part 1)(Part 2)  |  Ch. 10  |  Ch. 11  |  Ch. 12  |  Ch. 13  |  Ch. 14  |  Ch. 15  |  Ch. 16  |  Ch. 17  |  Ch. 18  |  Ch. 19  |  Ch. 20  |  Ch. 21 (Part 1)(Part 2)  |  Ch. 22  |  Ch. 23  |  Ch. 24  |  Ch. 25  |  Ch. 26  |  Ch. 27

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✨ ✨Appreciation Post ✨ ✨

Dear Blogs that write for Black Readers x Austin Butler or any of his characters he’s played (Or any Black Reader x Any Person), Please don't stop writing, all of y'all’s work is some of THE BEST to be written, EVER. (I’ve been apart of ALOT of fandoms and have read a ton of work) None can compare, you make black women feel seen by making stories that are relatable to US.  (Even if it’s made up). So this is for you, I APPRECIATE all of you and all the time and dedication you put into your work, it does not go UNSEEN or OVERLOOKED, because if I come across your work I’m always liking and reblogging (I’m getting better at reblogging y’all’s work) because I’m always rooting for y'all even if your work isn’t getting the recognition it deserves. You are SEEN. 

Sorry for Rambling it was just on my heart to share

(Tagging a couple people who I think are amazing writers) (If I didn't tag you drop a comment I would love to see your work I’m always up to read more stories) 

@dulcewrites @mamasturn @infernalodie @that-one-anxious-mango @enchantinglyjade @chaeycunty @geminixevans-stan @mauvecherie-writes @syntheticavenger @afriendlyblackhottie @dramaqueeenamby @royallyprincesslilly @blackwomanwriter @jbrizzywrites

(Those are just a few from the Austin butler Fandom and Chris Evans Fandom (Although I need to read more of Chris Evans because I’m slacking, Austin has a tight grip on me) 

Love all of you.🤎

-Incorectly

[aliypop]

It Feels So Right

Word Count: 2,471

Writers Note: Since you voted for this one here you go!

Warning: SMUT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: 1955 The Garnets and The Blue Moon boys are all on tour alongside Elvis and Cecelia, with Hank Snow and the rest, but when a rainy night happens Elvis and Cecelia learn that the developing feelings they have for each other feel so... Right.

Taglist

@darkmoviesquotespizza

@sissylittlefeather

@richardslady121

@thegettingbyp2

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@pocketfulofpresley

May 1955 

"So the chord progression is...." Cecelia trailed off as she looked over and saw Elvis, his fingers on the fret of his guitar, her cheeks rosy as she caught him looking back at her. Elvis and Cecelia had been friends now for a year. Yet their bandmates knew there was chemistry between them, "The chord progression is what?" Rosa asked, her guitar in hand as Cecelia was still stuck, 

"D, G, C, Then D." Daphane said as she laughed, "But there's another D on Cecelia's mind." Cecelia snapped back when she heard Carlotta and Rosa laughing, 

"I am not thinking of Elvis at all..." Cecelia huffed,

"No one mentioned him," Daphane smirked as Cecelia rolled her eyes. Sun had partnered up with Paradise Records to crossover some of their audience to a broader black audience, thus the reason Cecelia and her gobsmacking Garnets were on a tour bus with Elvis and many other artists on a tour. Hosted by Hank Snow, an acquaintance of Cecelia's mother, who wasn't accompanying her on the tour. However, her mother's assistant. Midge would be their babysitter, as Carlotta would put it. 

They had made a quick lunch stop as Cecelia stayed on the bus to rework the arrangements of songs for the tour. She never meant to separate herself,

"Cece catch!" Elvis threw a burger at her, and she caught it as she laughed, 

"Did you get bacon on it?"

"Oh shoot, I forgot..." He said in a sarcastic tone. He noticed her nose scrunch up as he smirked, "Of course I did!" He laughed as she sat next to him, 

"So how's the arrangin goin'," Elvis asked, biting into his burger,

"Not good..." She blushed. Looking away as she bit into her burger, Elvis touched her hand. and her insides tingled,

 "What's going on with it..." He asked. Taking a glance at her, Cecelia sighed, "Rosa's an alto, Daphane is a tenor and Carlotta's pitchy," 

"Bit bitchy too..." Elvis mumbled, 

"What was that?"

"A bit pitchy too, I-I agree." He laughed as she leaned closer to him. "I know what you said, Pres." She playfully punched him as he pulled her into his lap, her legs flying up in her pink pants, 

"ELVIS!!!!" She squeaked as he kept laughing, his tongue pressed against her face as he licked her cheek like a happy dog, "You had mustard on yer face." He winked as she chuckled, 

"How's things with you and Dixie..." Changing the subject so she could ground herself,

 "Oh... uh..."

"Uh oh, I know that face..." Cecelia looked into his eyes, her heart pounding as she wanted to grab him and kiss him, 

"We uh didn't make it..." 

"You took her to prom and..." 

"She said the fame was gettin too much for her to handle." 

"Geez, Pres, I'm sorry..." Her eyes had a compassionate feel to them."I know you loved her," She hugged him as he blushed hard. He loved Dixie, but when he was in Cecelia's arms, he couldn't help but feel like he was home. 

"I've gotten over it." He shrugged,

"Well, I uh broke up lately too," Elvis looked shocked. He didn't know she was seeing anyone, and suddenly. There was a pit of butterflies in his stomach taking over where jealousy was about to form. 

"Well, not exactly a breakup, more like we went out, and it just wasn't uh..."

"Right." He responded as their eyes met, "Yeah..." She looked down at his lips as she began to imagine how they'd feel on hers, 

"Scotty!" Rosa giggled, 

"Tonight... would be perfect, rain and love maki-" The two stopped as they saw Elvis and Cecelia, the two clearing their throats as they blushed,

 "Uh..."

"Don't care..." Carlotta sighed. As the rest of the artists got back on the bus. The night then began to fall as Cecelia and Elvis were now in the back clowning around and reading, 

"Will you two knock it off!" DJ shouted playfully as the pair laughed, balancing coins on his head, "Sorry, DJ!" Hank shook his head. It was like herding cats, except the cats were America's brightest stars. Cecelia then pulled out a book. 

"The Return of The King?" Elvis questioned as Cecelia looked up.

"Yes..." 

"Oh great, she's reading her nerd book..." Rosa groaned, 

"You like J.R.R. Tolkien!" he grinned as she nodded, "Mind if I read with ya..." He asked as Cecelia smiled, 

"I don't mind." She pulled out her blanket and pulled him close to her, 

"You can get under it if you'd like."

"I wanna get under you..." He mumbled as Cecelia turned red and ignored his comment, but Elvis knew she heard him. Getting under, he took the book from her as he read. His voice was soothing and relaxing as she lay in his lap, "Elvis..."

"Hmm..."

"N-nothing." She took a deep breath as Elvis winked, "You sure, darlin?"

"Yeah." 

The bus had stopped at the motel as the ground rules were set to who was staying where and who would be sharing what rooms. 

"I'm staying with Scotty tonight..." Rosa smirked as Cecelia nodded. She was still stuck at what happened, the feeling she felt in his lap, the feeling she got looking at him, "Hey, Cece, you okay?" Rosa asked, changing into her sexy negligee, "Yeah... I uh," she wrapped her arms around herself, "Uh oh... You're in love." Rosa smiled,

 "Or lust..." 

"L-Lust...I've never..."

"C, you're a woman, not a little girl anymore, no matter how your mama treats you,"

"But... I promised my mother I'd-"

"She's not here, and Midge is at a Casino with her wife. Let loose a little," Rosa said as she chuckled, "Besides if you don't stew Elvis's cabbage, someone else will..." Rosa said as Cecelia rolled her eyes, but she was right, 

"It's not sex, Rosa, I... Love him." She sat by the window as she swooned,

"Okay, and so do many others..." She turned to face her friend as she was applying her makeup, "Oh... You're in love, love..." Rosa giggled, "Awe, finally!" She cheered as Cecelia blushed hard," I knew you liked him since that night in the diner, but you came to your feelings." She kept awing at her, "Does Elvis know..." Rosa asked, 

"No..." Rosa face-palmed at Cecelia, 

"So you're saying you got a thing for Val?" DJ smirked, "We knew that." Scotty added as Elvis rolled his eyes, "I don't know if she's into me..." He sighed as his bandmates stared at him, "Elvis... She adores ya." Bill laughed, "No girl would share her book with you less she likes you," DJ added as Elvis nodded, "You got a point," Elvis smiled, he had loved Cecelia since he met her, but what he was feeling tonight was a bit different, with the pitter-patter of the rain of the window he could imagine holding her close and kissing her lips and trailing sweet kisses down her,

 "So, Elvis, you know when Rehearsals are?"

"Hell, if I know Scotty..." 

KNOCK

     KNOCK

KNOCK

The door opened, and there stood Rosa in her robe as she looked at Scotty, "Goodnight gentlemen..." Rosa said, practically kicking them out of the room as Elvis, DJ, And Bill stood laughing, "Well, we're gonna hit the hay, but you have a good night, E." 

Cecelia tried to go to sleep, but she couldn't. She kept thinking of Elvis and how she wanted him close to her, but nothing would do, "Guess I'll call..." Taking the phone into the room, she called her mother,

 "Denise Valmos speaking, who's this?"

"It's just me calling to say we made it to the motel. We have rehearsals tomorrow at 10 am." She smiled, 

"Mhmm and you're staying clear of that Elvis boy?" Cecelia felt her heart flutter at the mention of his name, "Y-Yeah..."

"Good, you know they say he could be a sexual deviant." Denise sighed, 

 "Mother..."

"Yes..."

"Nothing, I'll call you tomorrow." Cecelia smiled and hung up. Putting on her heeled slippers, she put on her dramatic robe and walked to the tour bus, opening the door. She sat in the back and leaned against the cool metal wall of the bus as the rain dropped. It reminded her of the tin roof she grew up under as a kid. Her mind began to wander, and Elvis was in all her thoughts as she blushed. Maybe it was time to tell him that she liked him, 

"This... Uh, bus taken?" 

"Not at all..." His hair was a bit wet from the rain. She bit her lip, not knowing what her body was going through, but she wouldn't say she wasn't enjoying it, 

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?"

"Not really..." She sighed, "A lot on my mind..."

"Like what? " 

"Well... There's this someone I like a lot..." Elvis felt a punch in his gut as he tried to smile,

 "Oh... What's this, fella like..." 

"Well, he's... Charmin, smart, kind, funny, country..." She got closer to him, 

"Sounds good... What's he look like?"

"Tall, dark handsome..." That could be anyone, was what Elvis thought, "Beautiful blue eyes and the most pouty kissable lips." Elvis smirked as he turned to her, his signature curl stuck to his forehead as she bit her lip. Elvis leaned in closer, 

"Would I know him..." Cecelia got closer, 

"Depends..."

"Who is it..."

"You..." She smirked as she felt his lips on hers. They were as soft as a dream cloud, and suddenly, her brain was flaming, her eyes were closed, and the rain was falling harder. Elvis licked her bottom lip as she opened her mouth, heat radiating off of them as his heart was beating faster. Her thighs were by both sides of his legs, and she was on top of him, 

"Didn't think you'd be this kind of girl..." He smirked,

"Neither did I..." She giggled, and the two continued to make out as Elvis was now on top of her, her leg wrapped around his waist as he was now kissing down her neck, 

"May I have you..."

"Yes..." She moaned as she blushed. She was shocked at herself. One-half of her wished she'd said no, but the rest of her wanted this new forbidden feeling. 

"You sure..."

"More than anything..." She smiled at him. Elvis pulled himself out from his pajama pants as she gasped,

 "Mind putting me in, honey." He asked as she blushed. Cecelia had no clue what she was doing, but neither did Elvis, but still, it felt so right. Although Elvis was big, he was girthy and gentle. Cecelia held onto him. She was adjusting to his size as she hid her face in his shoulder, 

"What's wrong..."

"Embarrassed," She sighed,

"It's just us and the rain," He kissed her neck as he smiled, his hands touching the silk of her nightgown, "Just us..." His hips sputtered into her as she moaned again,

 "You okay?"

"Mhmm..." Cecelia blushed, "Could you do that again..." His hips moved again as she let out another breathy moan, 

"You like that..." His voice was husky,

"Yes..." The rain continued to beat harder against the window that was fogging up. His hands were on her hips as her eyes closed from the pleasure.

"Look at me, princess..." Her eyes opened as she fell in love even more,

 "Oh..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing... I liked that too." She felt him picking up the pace with his thrust as she began to grind into him. It was like a dance. He'd lead, and she'd follow, 

"Fuck.. Cece!"

"Yes!" She gasped, her hands pressed against the glass of the back window,

 "Faster!"

"Like that?"

"A little more..." She moaned, her back arching at the sight, 

"Like that?"

"A bit more..." Elvis gripped her hips as he began to roll his hips into her, 

"Fuck fuck fuck yes! YES!" Cecelia nearly growled, 

"Oh God! Cece, you feel so good." Elvis trembled, feeling her tighten around him. He was hitting her G-spot, and she was loving it. Her body fell into what some would call pleasure, "More!" She began to beg as Elvis closed his eyes. He was nearing his end as he moaned in her ear, "Fuck..." He shuttered as Cecelia felt warm inside, her breathing heavy as Elvis felt drowsy.

 "Elvis..."Her eyes were wide.

"Hmm..."

 "Did we just have..." 

"Mhmm..." 

"Do you think she knows..."

"Who?"

"My mama... What if she knows!" Cecelia asked, "What if I failed her, and she can feel it..." She said as Elvis laughed and kissed her. "What Mrs. Valmos won't know won't hurt her," He pulled her close, "As long as I didn't get you pregnant..." Elvis said as Cecelia panicked, "ELVIS!"

"You kept sayin more, and You looked like an angel... and, well, It slipped out." Elvis sighed as Cecelia blushed, 

"It was kinda sexy..."She grinned. Elvis pulled out of her, and she felt his warm seed drip down her leg, 

"Very hot..." She kissed him. The two then got reoriented as Cecelia walked back into the motel. She bumped into Midge, who was smirking. Oh crap, she knew, and she'd tell Denise.

"So you and Elvis, huh..."

"I-I didn't do anything. How do you know? Are my hips wide or somethin!"

"No, you're just really loud,"

"What do you mean loud,"

"Oh, Elvis, yes!" Daphane and Carlotta teased,

"Not to mention the bus was shaking." Midge winked, 

"Don't tell my mama..."

"That you became a woman, of course not," Midge smirked, 

"We're gonna order champagne and celebrate!" Daphane smirked,

"Celebrate what," Rosa smirked, her lipstick smeared around her lips as she saw the look in her eyes, 

"Oh... Wait, no..." Rosa began to question as she then saw Elvis walk by, 

"Will I see you in my dreams tonight..." 

"No, but you'll see me in your room tonight..." Cecelia winked. Cecelia smirked, "Excuse me, ladies..." She walked by them and took him by the arm.

"She used to look at me like that..." Carlotta sighed, 

*Bonus* 

The morning birds chirped as Cecelia woke up, "Mornin sleepy head..." Elvis grinned, combing his hair. 

"Mornin... Why're you all dressed up?"

"We got rehearsals today," Elvis mentioned,

"At, 10," Cecelia mentioned,

"Cece, it's 9:59." 

"FUCK!"

"We did all night long." He joked as Cecelia got up and began to get ready, sometimes Elvis was a pain in the ass, but the life she was leading felt so right, 

"ELVIS, MOVE!" she laughed, his arms around her waist as she was brushing her teeth,

"Make me." He laughed as she rolled her eyes, 

"I gotta spit this out!"

"I know something else you can spit out." He smirked,

"ELVIS!"

"CECE!" 

"You two knock it off!" Hank shuddered, "I better not come in there and see you two-"

"Two what?" Cecelia smiled, dressed and in her makeup, "See you on the bus, Mr. Snow." Elvis smiled, 

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Santa Claus Is Back In Town

Word Count: 1,062

Writers Note: This is a Christmas one shot I had in mind and I dedicate it to @sissylittlefeather

Warning: Fluffy

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1965 and Cecelia and the twins are decorating the tree with an unsuspected return from Elvis

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Graceland December 1965

Christmas was always a favorite holiday in the Graceland mansion. The driveway lined with Christmas trees and lights and the usual Tennessee snow on the ground. It was beginning to feel like Christmas, but it was still missing. Something, Cecelia had been looking at the picture of Elvis by the stairs, wistfully wishing he was here to make the season. But he was in California filming another movie that he'd complain about, and she'd listen and give him advice. 

"Mmm... We could put the garland here..." Cecelia smiled, telling one of the maids to place it. In her hand was a champagne glass of hot chocolate covered in peppermints, and in her other a string of Christmas lights. She had wanted to get the main interior decorating done before Jesse and Elaine woke up and began to wreak four-year-old havoc upon the house and her. It wasn't to say Cecelia didn't love her kids. She did, and she adored them. She'd do anything for them, but sometimes a mama bear needed a break too.

"Mama?" both Jesse and Elaine were at the steps rubbing their eyes,

"Down here." Jesse and Elaine's eyes both got huge when they saw the decorations. It looked as if Santa Claus was living with them, and they were in bliss. Cecelia could see their eyes twinkling, and for a moment, they both looked like their father whenever he was around Christmas decorations. Oh, how Cecelia was missing him, 

"Is... Is, is daddy back yet?" Elaine asked as she sat on the couch in the living room, kicking her feet back and forth. Elaine was a daddy's girl through and through, so much so. She was born with his brownish-blonde hair and his smile, 

"Noy yet, pumpkin. But I can call him and see." Cecelia smiled, walking towards the phone, "He might be busy filming." 

"Another one!" Jesse smiled, "I like Papa's movies! My favoritest one is."

"GI BLUES!" The twins said together as Cecelia snickered. It was one of her favorites, too. 

"Daddy looks pretty in it!" Elaine smiled as Jesse stuck his tongue out,

"Nu-uh, he looks like a superhero!" 

"Nu-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

Cecelia only shook her head as she dialed the number. So much personality in such little bodies. If she said so herself. Cecelia could hear the operators switching the lines as the kids continued to bicker, 

"Hello, is Elvis Presley still on set?" Cecelia asked. The door had begun to creak open, and the strong Memphis winter wind began to blow through, "Kids, could you close the door." She shivered as they both stood awe-struck. Putting a finger to his lips, the kids stayed quiet.

"Hello..."

"Hey, honey?" Elvis said,

"How's filming going?"

"Well... it's just ridiculous. A talking camel!" He huffed as the kids giggled, "How's the decorating going?"

"Not as fun without you."

"Well, it looks good to me. Course, the tree's a bit bare..."

"What do you mean bare you're not even..."

"Turn around, mommy!" Jesse shouted as Cecelia squealed, hugging her husband. Elvis dropped his bags as he held her.

"You weren't supposed to be back yet?!" 

"17-day shoot," He shrugged as he kissed her face, the twins groaning in disgust. "I could go back..."

"No, no, stay." Cecelia smiled, pulling him toward the couch, "After all, only you can reach the star on the tree." she smirked as he kissed her forehead. Decorating the tree was the best part of getting into the Christmas spirit. Except for when the kids started taking their direction, it wasn't that either parent wanted to cut their creativity. 

"Jesse, that's such a creative place to put an ornament..." Cecelia said behind gritted teeth. Elvis blinked, looking at his wife and then back at the tree. 

"It's touching three other ones..." 

"Elvis baby, I know It's driving me crazy, but it's the kid's favorite thing about Christmas aside from Santa." She said as she handed him a cup of hot chocolate. 

"Mama! Papa, it's pretty right!" Jesse asked 

"Mhmm!" They both replied. Elvis sipped the hot chocolate as he then looked at Cecelia, 

"When did you start drinkin spiked Coco?"

"Since Jerry showed Rosa how to make it." Cecelia laughed a little. Elvis had cuddled closer into her until he heard a voice from behind the tree saying,

"This candy cane tastes funny!"

"Oh God, Elaine, get that out'cha mouth. We've had those since 57!" Elvis rushed over as Cecelia snickered. It was nice that Elvis was back home for Christmas.

"Mama, look! I'm an angel!" Jesse came back into the living room covered in tinsel. Cecelia snickered as Elvis's laughter fled the room. 

"How about we play in the snow!" He suggested as the twins got excited, 

"Can we, mama, please!" their beautiful eyes glanced at her. 

"Oh, alright, but I wanna see mittens on my kittens got it." They both nodded, racing upstairs. 

"Seems we're alone, Mrs. Presley..." Elvis said as he lay next to her on the couch. 

"Seems so... Mr. Presley," she gave him a peck on the lips. His hand was her on her thigh. And his lips near her neck as she shivered, 

"Think we got time for..." 

"SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!" was all they heard. 

"Parenting calls." Elvis sighed a little as she blushed, 

"Ah, ah. Coats, I'm not taking care of three sick Presleys." Cecelia said as she had gotten out their winter coats. The four of them were now outside playing in the snow, having snowball fights.

"Jesse, don't eat the snow!"Cecelia groaned.

"Oh, Cece, we used to do it." Elvis smiled, taking some and eating it as the kids giggled,

"Daddy, you're silly!" Elaine laughed as she ate some of the snow. Cecelia had joined in as she shrugged, she could be a hard ass of a mom, but she still remembered what it was like to have fun too once. As the sun began to set, Cecelia and Elvis sang and tucked the kids into bed. Watching from the hallway, they looked so peaceful, 

"I'll go fix the tree..." Cecelia said as Elvis pulled her body close to his,

"Or you can fix my tree..." he winked,

"Meet me downstairs, and you can unwrap me like a bow..." untying a bit of her robe, he saw a short red velvet dress under it. 

"Santa Claus is back in town..." He smirked.

[aliypop]

Pocket Full Of Rainbows

Word Count: 1,314

Writers Note: Dedicated to @sissylittlefeather we're talking about army Elvis and this happened

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1959 Germany and there's the Military ball, every girl has got a Gi, but there's only one girl a certain GI has his eye on.

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Germany 1959

The ballroom was set, with streamers, punch, food, musical guests, and soldiers scattered around with beautiful frauleins on their arms. Whether they were the girls they left at home was the real question. Standing in the corner spectating was Elvis, who had a plate in one hand and a punch glass in the other. He was in his formal uniform, and his iconic pompadour was slick and neat. But something still felt incomplete. Sure, he had danced with almost every young woman who had arrived, but his mind kept wandering to the one in Memphis. 

"Private Presley, have you met Nancy?"

"Nice to meet ya." He kissed her hand as one of his fellow soldiers walked over,

"Pleasures all mine." The young woman blushed, "I'll go get us some punch." Standing in front of Elvis was a cadet who he'd talk to now and then when he refused to sleep due to his reoccurring nightmares.

"Say, what's a guy like you doing alone? I mean, you're Elvis Presley."

"That may be true, kid." He laughed, "But, uh, got a girl back who I promised to be true to." 

"What's she like?"

"Well, she's an..."

" A what..."

The doors had opened, and the chandeliers had begun to pick up on the sparkling of a sapphire necklace. Soldiers had lined up to take a glance. An army blue strapless mermaid gown hugged every curve of her body. This woman was something like a movie star, well she was, as well as a singer, and a guitar player as well, most importantly she was. 

"Ms. Valmos, you look stunning." One man said as he grabbed her gloved hand and kissed us, "Will you be gracing us with a song tonight?" Cecelia blushed at the kiss on her hand, 

"I'm afraid not. I was just in Paris earlier for a concert," she responded, reaching for a glass of lemonade from one of the serving trays. 

"Excuse me, Presley, for cutting our conversation short,"

"None taken." Elvis smiled. He had wandered a bit about the commotion. But he also wanted to bask in alone time in the corner again. Meanwhile, the dance floor was covered in a battalion of men and women waltzing. One was Cecelia, who had been keeping up with the tempo.

"So tell me, Ms. Valmos, have you come with a lucky guy?"

"No, but I was hoping to run into one." Cecelia joked, though she was serious. She planned to bump into A certain someone whose pillow she'd been hugging and crying on.

"Then I may have the perfect Rebel without a cause waiting for you." The cadet said as Cecelia giggled to herself, "Perhaps I'll introduce you."

"Oh, please do."

"And then I said that ain't how you load a gun properly-"

"Hey, private Presley..." 

"Yes, sir?" Elvis turned around, his heart pounding out of his chest, his eyes looking Cecelia up and down. He couldn't believe she was here and in front of him, looking as gorgeous as Lena Horne. 

"Have you met Ms. Valmos?"

"You mean my Fiancé ?"

"Funny, I don't remember a ring, Mr. Presley." Cecelia chuckled as she extended her hand, a pink garnet and diamond cluster ring on her finger. Elvis pulled her by his side and took a deep breath of his scent, dizzy and love drunk from it already. 

"I missed you too, honey." He laughed at her joke as his hand snaked around her waist and squeezed it. 

"Behave~" she whispered.

"Make me." His breath was hot against her ear and neck as she tried not to shiver at his suggestive tone of voice. 

"How about a dance?"

"Could think of another kind of dance." He teased as she blushed. 

"Elvis!" Cecelia chuckled, taking his hand, "If you'll excuse us, Cadet Johnson." she smiled, leading Elvis to the ballroom floor, 

"You were thinking it too, doll. And you know it."

"I was not!" she blushed, looking at him in his uniform as she bit her red lipstick-painted lips. Her mind had wondered what he'd look like bending her over in that outfit, with the hat on. Oh, how he'd drop and give her twenty. Their bodies were pressed together as they were Waltzing, 

"I missed you, Cece."

"I missed you too, El." She looked up at him, their eyes locked. Anyone passing by could see they were in love. As Elvis dipped her, she could feel the heat between her legs grow hotter than the blush on her cheeks,

 "Practing for our wedding, I see." Cecelia laughed as his heart fluttered. He couldn't wait to finish his two years, for he had a beautiful bride waiting for him in Memphis. Well, when she wasn't recording music. Or touring, or doing a movie, or a radio interview. 

"I have been." he then spun her into him. 

"How romantic," She blushed, her back against him as his cologne tingled her senses along with the suit, 

"You okay, baby?"

"Mhmm. I need some air."

"Need me to come with you?"

"In me would be better." She mumbled,

"What was that."

"Anywhere with me would be better." She lied as Elvis laughed. Upstairs, there was a balcony with a beautiful view of the stars and Germany, a nice breeze blowing, and a romantic scene one would've seen in the movies, 

Cecelia's hand had brushed Elvis's as he looked down at the 5"3' woman before him. Scooping her into his arms, he began leading her into a kiss full of want and need, love and lust, but one that felt like everything letters couldn't say. 

"Baby, I need you now..."

"Elvis..."

"No one's gonna see us, and I know you want me too." kissing her neck as she felt his cock through his uniform. It was as if he could smell her pheromones in the air. 

"Elvis~" His plump lips kissed lower as her hands caressed his chest, 

"Yes, Cece..."

"Take me..." And in a flash, the zipper of her dress was down, and his pants were down to his ankles along with his boxers. 

"Mind if I keep these..." Ripping off her panties as he put them in his suit pocket, the cold wind blowing a breeze between her wet folds,

 "Keep 'em." She bit her lip. 

"Will do..." Sliding his fingers between her lips, he could tell she was ready for him. Positioning her in doggy. He was ready to have his beautiful fiance, who he missed so long, the woman who satisfied him, his one and only "Cecelia~ Fuck, you're dripping for me." biting her lip she could feel the stretch of his cock entering her, it had been awhile since the last time she'd been intimate with him. 

"E-Elvis!"

"I know, breathe." He mentioned, his pace was slow as he heard her whimpers. Her grip was loosely holdin onto the railing as he kissed her back, 

"You take me so well you know that."

"Mhmm..."

"Mhmm, what..."

"Sir~" Cecelia moaned bouncing back to his pacing, he was slowly brushing up against her G-spot, 

"That's my..mmm. Girl," He moaned into her ear as she bit her lip trying to stay quiet,

 "Faster!" 

"Hold on tight." Ramming into her, Cecelia felt his fingers rubbing on her clit as she began to shiver, her legs were giving out and her orgasm was underway, she could feel him buried deep in her belly and she didn't want him to stop at all. 

"Cece I-" All she heard were grunts and groans as she felt a warmth from inside her, she tried her best not to be so loud, but when it came to Elvis she couldn't help but scream his name and crumble.

"ELVIS!" 

Pulling out of her, he had helped her up as she kissed him, 

"I love you."

"I love you too, now let's say we get out of here and finish what we started."

[aliypop]

Pocket Full Of Rainbows

Word Count: 2,445

Writers Note: I wanted to expand more on Elaine and Elvis

Warning: Slight Homophobia (Not from Elvis)

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis / Oc Kid x Father Elvis

Summary: In 1974 Las Vegas is booming with Elvis yet again, with his twins at the concerts for the first time, but things get a bit Queer When Elvis, Cecelia, and Jessie start noticing something different about Elaine.

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Las Vegas 1974

"You come here often?" The waiter said to Elaine. He was 16 years old, cute, had a job, and what any girl her age would rave over. Elvis had nudged Cecelia in hopes that their late-blooming daughter was finally into boys. Jessie knew that joy wouldn't last. Elaine was always awkward with men. She'd start talking about comics or science. Or something to throw them off, "No, but my parents do..." Elaine rolled her eyes at the boy as he kept trying,

 "Your parents must be rich." Elaine smiled, trying her hardest to be nice, but she had that same aggravated face that both her parents made after a long night of shows. 

"Well, I'm a Presley, if you couldn't tell with them sitting here..."

"You're being shy, aren't you..."

"Buddy, she just doesn't like ya'," Jessie said as Elvis and Cecelia tried to hold out their laughs, 

"And who are you?"

"Her brother, now leave her alone, please." Jessie smiled as she was released,

"So you two liking Vegas much?" Elvis asked, eating his dinner with his own silverware. 

"Yeah, I was thinking of seeing the showgirls..." Jessie smirked as Elvis laughed, 

"Jessie Vernon Presley, you're 13," Jessie gulped. He could feel the glare in his mother's voice, "But Mama, I'm not gonna do anything stupid." he smirked at his father, which meant he was going to do something stupid, "Right Elaine... Elaine..."

Elaine had her sights on a redheaded showgirl. She looked about 16. and a work of art. Her feathers sat on her head like a lovely peacock, and her makeup was beautiful. Her eyes were an emerald green, and she was looking back at "Elaine? Somethins got your attention?"

"I-I-I was just, uh, looking at her costume." She gulped,

"Right, you were..."Jessie said. As Elaine kicked him under the table, the two bickering

"Hey, you two, stop it!" Cecelia sighed, "Your father and I have had a long night, and it's only gonna get longer with a midnight show!"

"Sorry, mama..." 

"How's everyone's food?" a waitress in her early twenties came by. Elaine couldn't take her eyes off her. She was like Wonder Woman, "You're great I-I mean, it's great, uh..." Elaine got embarrassed as Elvis and Cecelia were a bit suspicious, 

"Tone it down, E..." Jessie said, "The Eagle an Dove are catchin' on."

"The soup is amazing..." Elaine smiled. After dinner, Elvis and Cecelia went to their suite to get dressed as Jessie and Elaine went to explore The International Hotel, 

"Elaine's been actin' funny lately..."Elvis mentioned as Cecelia helped him put on his necklace.

"I don't know when I was her age. I wasn't

much of a flirt either." She shrugged, "I mean, I couldn't tell if a guy was even flirting." She laughed as Elvis looked at her. All his life with Cecelia, he knew her to be a flirt. 

"I don't know... When she's around girls, she gets all red and shy."

"Honey," Cecelia glanced at him,

"I know... That's how I get when I'm around you, all red and shy like a little baby." He laughed as she kissed his cheeks, 

"Is that so..." She blushed,

"Always is." He pulled her in front of his slightly fuller frame. His face was a bit rounder than it used to be, but Cecelia loved him just the same. 

"You don't think Elaine's hiding something, do you?" Elvis glanced down at his wife,

"E, you're gonna have to tell 'em, you're..."

"I'm what Jessie..." she glared at her brother, the two walking past the casino,

"A Cherry chaser."

SMACK!

"Ouch!" Jessie groaned, rolling his eyes, "The hell was that for!"

"That's a rude thing to say!" She grumbled, walking away from her brother, 

"Hey, hey, hey, no disrespect, sis, I like girls too," He smiled as she tried to glare at her brother, but she couldn't help that he meant well, even if he was stupid, 

"Awe, boys, Ruby doesn't wanna play with us !" a man said, attacking the showgirl from earlier, "She must be a muff diver or something..." A guy shoved her. The girl looked scared. She looked like she wanted to cry. Trying her best to walk past, "Probably under that makeup, she's a dyke..." 

"HEY LEAVE HER ALONE!" Elaine shouted as Jessie sighed. If there was one thing he knew about Elaine, she learned all there was to fight from their father's movies, so if anything, this would look like a fight from Blue Hawaii. 

"What, you her girlfriend or something!" The one man said, pushing Elaine. There was the feistiness of Cecelia in her eyes and the fieriness of Elvis in her fist. Drawing her hand back, she punched the man in his eye as Jessie jumped in to stop the other from trying anything. Jessie took Karate with Elvis cause it was a father-son bonding time activity, but did it come in handy. 

"Are you okay..."

"Ruby..." The girl said,

"Pretty name." Jessie blushed as Elaine sighed. She'd definitely lose this battle. Jessie kissed her hand as the showgirl pulled it back, 

"Thanks for saving me, uh..."

"Elaine Marie Love Presley." She winked, pushing her hair back. She hadn't noticed Ruby blushing, but Jessie did, 

"Presley as in..." 

   "Caught in a trap... I can't walk out~"

"Yeah, as in the two playing in the theater." Elaine smiled, "You maybe wanna meet em?"

"In these clothes..."

"You get changed. Meet us back here." She smirked,

"Okay." She smirked, her perfume gliding by them both as they sighed happily,

"Good going, sis."

"What did I do?"

"Got yourself a..." He trailed off as he saw a few teenage girls walk by, "Talk about a thousand pretty women waiting out there..." 

"Yeah, for you." She said as he laughed, 

"Good luck on your date, and don't forget you gotta tell 'em."

Elaine didn't know how to. She knew her mother and father. They'd love her, but they were traditional and very religious. Elaine and Jessie hadn't missed church or a church equivalence since she could remember. She knew they'd tell her. She'd be in a world of ruin and a first-class trip to hell, but she liked girls, and she tried so hard to get the rhythm of boys, but it wasn't her guitar to play.

"I hope this isn't a lot..." Ruby said she was out of her makeup and wig, and she had on a dress and flowers in her hair, 

"You look perfect," Elaine said, walking towards the stage door, their hands brushing against each other, 

Graceland 1974

"Well, since my Ruby left me... I found a new place to dwell. It's right at the end of lonely street. Vegas is where it dwells and-" Elaine began to sing as she strummed her guitar. Elaine had been silently going through a breakup with Ruby, who only found her attractive because she was the daughter of Elvis and Cecelia. They had exchanged secret letters and phone calls, or at least she thought, 

"Hey, uh, me and my friends are gonna rehearse if you wanna maybe join us?" Jessie offered. He hated seeing Elaine like this, 

"No thanks..."

"Estella's gonna be there..."

"Well, now that you add..." She jolted out of her bed and did her hair. Elaine had a big crush on Estella. She was the definition of cool. Blonde short hair, her blue eyes, her freckles, her Tupelo accent, and her skateboard. 

"I found letters in Elaine's room," Elvis said as Rising Sun was beside Lightning Bolt, Cecelia's horse. "Elvis..." She looked at her husband as he sighed, "You go snoopin. You'll find what you're lookin for," She said as he nodded. Elvis was getting worried, Elaine was being more distant lately, and she was short when they'd both ask her about school crushes, "I know, but she's hiding somethin. I don't know what, but damnit! I thought we'd be good parents where they can trust in us, you know!" Elvis was getting angry as Cecelia stopped her horse to walk over to him, 

"The twins are 13. They're going through teenage angst." She added, 

"But honey..."

"Honeybutter..." She squished his cheeks, "We're great parents, or at least as great as we can be. They're fed, loved, clothed, loved, taken care of, loved, listened to, loved," She kissed him as Elaine saw them. There was a pit in her stomach as she knew she'd never get that joy,

"So... Elaine..."

"Yes, Estella?" Her heart began to pound as she looked up at her, 

"Jessie tells me you play guitar. And you sing a little." She smiled as Elaine nodded, the prettiest masculine girl she'd ever seen, "Y-Yeah, I do... I mean, my parents are singers, so it runs in the family and-" Estella gave her a peck on the cheek, and Elaine turned red, holding her cheek, 

"Was I ramblin..."

"A little, I think it's cute."

"I think you're cute!" She blurted out as Estella blushed. She looked like a strawberry, "Unless you know this isn't your thing, and I'm assuming, and maybe I'm just being stupid an-" Estella leaned in and kissed her quick, 

"HEY TUPELO!"

"WHAT, JP!"

"WE'RE STARTIN!"

"You're red?" Elvis looked at his daughter as she blushed even more, "I-I have a fever!" she nodded, "I don't feel good..."

"So then Tupelo says. I'm playing the chords wrong!" Jessie rolled his eyes as Elvis and Cecelia laughed, "Like it's my mama's song, I'd never play it wrong!" He said as Elaine looked at him, 

"Maybe she's right..."

"Is not!"

"Is too!" 

"Oh yeah, you're agreeing with her 'cause she kissed you!" Jessie shouted as he soon after realized what he'd done, 

"She kissed you?" Elvis and Cecelia said in unison

"Ellie, i'm so-"

"Yes! She did, I-I..." There was a pit in her stomach, but she couldn't turn back now. The cat would be soon out of the bag, but it needed to be, "Mama... Daddy, I like girls..." Elaine said the room was filled with silence as she sighed, 

"Elaine, you're only 13 years old. You don't know what you like!?" Elvis said, his fist on the table as she glared at him, 

"You two, calm down!" Cecelia said, "Elaine, please explain why you think this is..." 

"Well, I really knew when I was 12. That I didn't like boys like the girls in my class did. I can talk to them as friends, but... I-" Elvis shook his head. He was confused as to how this happened, how he and Cecelia managed to miss the signs. 

"You what... saw a girl, thought guess I'll try that!"Elvis interjected, 

"I thought she was pretty, and today she kissed me! and-" Elaine cried as she ran off to her bedroom, 

"We're not done with this!" Elvis grumbled,

"I'll talk to her." Jessie followed his sister,

"Elvis Aaron Presley!" Elvis was in the dog house when his wife used his full name, his blue eyes looking at her desperation. He didn't mean to upset his baby girl, "I know I gotta make it right." He sighed, 

"Not till you tell me about your outburst..." 

"Cece..."

"Elvis..." Her brows furrowed, 

"Alright, fine, I don't want her gettin hurt out there... People ain't gonna accept her, and they'll say mean things or-or take advantage or-" 

"I don't know if you noticed Elvis, but we weren't socially accepted either..." Cecelia laughed, 

"Cause our music..."

"Cause of our love," She kissed his forehead, "I'm a little disappointed too. She won't marry a man or have grandchildren, but God told us to love one another. And that's our baby. She needs our support more than anyone."

"But..."

"Ah...Ah, she's already got it rough, being she and her brother are mixed, but she's Presley tough," She said as Elvis sighed, 

"I need to think," 

Elaine was sobbing into her pillow when she heard a soft knock on the door,

 "Little pumpkin..."

"Mama..."

"Can we talk?"

"Okay..." Cecelia sat on her bed, "Is Daddy mad at me..."

"No, he could never be. He loves you. It's just this surprised us both," 

"I'm sorry it's-"

"No need to be sorry, honey muffin. Can I tell you a story?" Elaine nodded as she laid her head in her mother's lap. "There was a girl who fell in love with an incredible boy back in 54. They were inseparable, but society didn't exactly like that."

"Why..."

"Well she was black, and he was white."

"Did they stop loving each other?" Elaine asked as Cecelia softly combed through ther hair, "No, They fought to be seen together, to love loud together," Cecelia swooned,

 "Did they win?!"

"Well, Christmas, we'll be together for 14 years now," Elaine gasped as she realized she was talking about her and her father, 

"Well, why are you telling me this mama?"

"Cause, I know we may not understand fully why, but I do know if you like this girl. Or this lifestyle, you're gonna have to fight for your love, fight to love loud, and fight to say I'm here, I exist, and you will see me." Cecelia smiled, 

"So you're not mad..."

"Not at all. After all, Aunt Midge likes women, and Uncle Richard likes men. " Cecelia laughed, "Heck, I think Ann Margaret is so pretty I'd kiss her if I could." Elaine blushed hearing that, 

"I think I'll go talk to Daddy." 

Elvis was outside in the meditation garden praying for guidance. He knew his daughter needed his love more than his misguided judgments. "Daddy... Can we talk?" She asked as Elvis looked up and saw her, patting a seat next to him as she sat down, "I-I know it's a lot to take in. But, it's how I was made to live and-" Elvis hugged his daughter tight, "I'm proud of you, I may not fully understand it, Little Biscuit, but I'll get around to it," He ruffled up her hair as smiled at him,

 "Guess you're a true, Presle." 

"Why's that, Daddy?" She looked up at him

"Cause the ladies can't resist us." He kissed her forehead,

"You're funny."

*Bonus*

"So then I told Estella. That I would go to the dance with her!" Jessie mimicked her words as Cecelia and Elvis listened, "How'd you manage that." Elvis asked, and Jessie mocked her still. Elaine curled her lip, quirked her eyebrow, and said, "I got close and said I wanna play house with you," 

Elvis and Cecelia both choked on their drinks, 

"You what!?"

"It's my favorite song of Daddy and... Does it not mean you want to play house like pretend ..."

"Oh, sweetie... please keep eating before you give us gray hair early." Elvis laughed.

[aliypop]

Fever

Word Count: 1,405

Writers Note: This was a request from @your-nanas-house for my picture prompt challenge with Cece so I hope you like it!

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: When Cecelia Valmos and Elvis Presley are filming a Western movie together they realize there are more things that are wild than the West.

California 1960

"Kill me now because I'm tired of saving you!" the saloon was covered in smoke with a strong smell of beer and musk, "Tired of savin' me of lovin me, darlin?" Jesse Evertte asked. He was a smooth-talking cowboy casanova, a snake with blue eyes, but the token of affection to Sarah Lee, the tawny-skinned cancan dancer who found herself in Mississippi from Georgia with a past. "I could neva grow tired of lovin you." her hand was on his cheek, her hazel eyes looking deep into her soul. Jesse moved closer towards her, 

"Then show me."

"Jesse..."

"Sarah Lee, show me."

"Tell me, how am I spose to." she walked up closer to him. Jesse took her by the hand and dipped her, giving her a sweet, tender kiss. Sarah's eyes had closed, and her hands were twirling around his black hair. She snagged a bit of it. Pulling away for air, the two had pressed their foreheads together, panting hard,

"I-I-I... Oh shoot, I forgot my line!" Cecelia laughed hard as Elvis was still holding her,

"CUT! The kiss wasn't supposed to be real, Presley!"

"Sorry, I-I- ah got into the scene there." Elvis blushed hard. Cecelia glanced down at him as she saw how into it he had gotten. It was no secret that sometimes he'd get turned on during some of his scenes. After all, he was a man acting alongside pretty women. But this one was different. Cecelia Valmos was more than just his leading lady. She was his wife. 

"Break for lunch..." The director grumbled, "And get rid of that Presley..." gesturing to the tightness in his cowboy jeans. 

"Will do," Elvis mumbled, taking Cecelia by the hand. They'd gone to his dressing room, which had posters of his previous works, some that he was proud of and others he wasn't so fond of. Closing the door, Cecelia had been sitting on his vanity, her leg crossed as he saw the underskirt of her cancan dress. Her corset laced tight, and her breast nearly poured out of the top of it. Elvis didn't even know how he had focused for this long on set, "Is this doing it for you or perhaps this..." sliding down. Cecelia bent over the table, her costume bloomers showing as he licked his lips. 

"You're teasin me real bad, baby."

"Just practicin my part is." Cecelia felt a hard smack across her ass as he pulled her hair to have her looking up at him, "All..." she moaned as she felt Elvis lick and bite on her neck. Cecelia could hear him unzip her dress as she turned to face him to help him unbuckle his pants. His cock was hard and ready to spring free.

"Cece... I need you." He husked. His voice was deeper and wanting, and his head was on her shoulder. Cecelia had rubbed against him as she heard him let out a moan. He was furious she was teasing him, but he'd still enjoy it, 

"Need me where?"

"Here... now." Pulling her close to him, he kissed her again, their tongues swapping into each other's mouths. Elvis had then pinned Cecelia against the wall as he wrapped her leg around his torso, 

"How long have you been feelin like-"

"All day." He growled, giving her sloppy kisses down her chest as he heard her mewl and moan. Slipping his fingers over her bloomers, he ran his fingers over her lips, feeling her shiver under him. She was nearly soaked, and he knew the wardrobe team would hate him.

"Oops... Seems they ripped doll." 

"Elvis!" She blushed as he laughed,

"Can't help it. It's the beast in me." he snarled at her as he carried her back to the vanity. Cecelia had begun to unbutton his shirt as he stood her up to untie her bustle.

"This is a lot of shit you gotta put on." 

"To think our grandparents wore this stuff."

"Cece..."

"Yeah?"

"That's the last thing I wanna think about." He smirked as she sat in his chair,

"Oh yeah, then whaddya want to think about big boy." 

Elvis was on his knees as he parted her legs open. His head buried between her thighs, his lips watered as he was starving to taste her wet juices on his tongue, to feel her legs quivering around him until she could no longer take it. Brushing his fingers against her soaking wet folds, he could hear her sharp gasp, and that was when he knew she was at the right temperature to eat, a blistering fever a feast for his senses. Cecelia had been gripping the arms of the chair hard as she was burning in pleasure from every lick, flip, suck, and bite, the thrust of his fingers. Cecelia would moan and shiver when he'd give her a good gut-wrenching moan from his own pleasure to please, but nothing felt better than her shaking legs and her loud orgasm, or so she thought.

Elvis gave her a deep kiss as she tasted herself on his tongue. It was sensational, different even, but now she craved something too. Pushing him onto the couch. Cecelia sat between his thighs, her eyes never leaving his as her hand began to pump his thick member in her hand. She could see his eyes fluttering shut and hear his sweet curses, and yet she hadn't even blown him yet. Licking the tip, she got a taste of his sweet pre-cum, swirling it around the head as she slowly took all of him in his mouth, careful not to use too much teeth in the process. Pulling her hair, Elvis began to buck his hips. Feeling how well her mouth followed in the perfect rhythm of his thrust, 

"Perfect...Ah... Doll, yes!" His head leaning against the wall, he was content. He was full, and he was, 

"Getting close, Mr. Presley?"

"Fuck... Yes, Cece...Don't stop don't-" Sinking herself onto his throbbing cock Cecelia pressed her face in his chest, a shiver down her spine from how empty she'd been without him deep inside her,

 "F-F-FUcK!

"E-Elvis!" Her hips began to grind against him, she could feel his hands on her waist as he started off slow, trying to keep his orgasm at bay. He wanted to treasure this moment and make it worth it, 

"Hold on to me, baby." He then said as he carried her, still buried in her, and placed her back on the wall, Cecelia closed her eyes as he kissed down her neck then squeezed her nipple, 

"Look at me..."

"Yes, sir, AH!" His hips nearly rammed into her, as her breast bounced from the speed that he was going, 

"You like that don'tcha."

"Yes! Yes!"

"Then you'll like this." sitting her on top of the vanity, Elvis had quickened his pace. He could feel her walls close behind him and squeeze him for everything he had left. Grunting in her ear, he knew he was close, but he knew Cecelia was too. 

"You gonna cum for me doll."

"Mhmm! Fuck!" 

"Use your words, princess."

"Yes..." His hips kept going and her legs kept shaking, 

"Yes, what," Elvis pulled out of her as he turned her to face the mirror entering right back into her overtly wet folds,

"Yes sir!"

"Good girl, now look in the... Shit, Mirror!" His hand graced her neck as he gave it a light squeezing, "Tell me princess who gives you fever."

"You do!" she moaned louder, enough that she was sure anyone walking by could hear them. 

"Who loves you the most," Her legs were giving out and so were his.

"You! AH Fa-Fa-Fa-FUCK!" The two had both reached their peak and she nearly collapsed on the vanity table, Elvis had pulled out of her as his warm seed pooled out of her, and dripped down her thigh, 

"Shit..."

"Wha-What?"

"I see what they mean when they say I'm so full I could bust." He laughed as Cecelia glanced at him,

"Elvis!" she laughed as she felt him clean her up with a warm towel, 

"You okay?"

"Mhmm, just laughing at my God-awfully silly husband." picking her up, he placed her on his chest as the two on the couch together, a blanket over them as he took a deep breath, 

"What a lovely way to burn." both their eyes clothes as they drifted off to sleep,

"PRESLEY OPEN UP PRESLEY!" 

"Shit!"

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Rockin Tonight

Word Count: 2,098

Writers Note: A 50's Elvis smut lord have Mercy

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: After a few months of touring, Cecelia and Elvis decide to fool around a bit ... With their music that is, but when a few secrets about Cecelia get out, well let's just say there's a whole lotta shakin going on.

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Nashville Tennessee. 1955

"And right over here is the kitchen. It's the one area we don't have help in." Cecelia smiled as she gave Elvis and his group a tour of her family mansion. They'd all just returned from a tour with each other. When Cecelia decided why not have everyone relax in Valmos manor. After all, her parents were on tour pretending to be in love for appearances, and Midge was here, so clearly nothing could go,

"And over here is... Wait, where's Scotty and Rosa..."

"If you gotta ask, you don't wanna know," Daphane responded.

Wrong, Or at least so she'd hoped nothing would. Cecelia only had one thing on her mind to impress.

"Presley... you okay?" Midge asked as Cecelia looked over at him.

"I just ain't never seen so many awards on one wall..." he looked in amazement. Midge had gestured to Cecelia to come over, seeing as she froze. Cecelia hadn't had the best luck with her emotions. She could say it in a song. Cecelia could even write it out. She could pretend to be charming so she wouldn't go completely mute around him, 

But when you're standing next to Elvis, who was ogling at your parent's success. Well, that becomes too much to handle.

"You know my mama played this record repeatedly."

"Well, it's a classic." Cecelia sighed. 

"It sure is... Say, is it true you have a music room?"

"Mhmm, It's right upstairs." Cecelia smiled, leading towards the grand staircase.

 Midge was walking behind the two as Cecelia glared at her. The older woman gave her a nod, shaking her head, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"Midge shouted as Cecelia nearly cringed into herself. 

"That ain't much..." Daphane mumbled to her aunt.

The upstairs of the mansion had velvet curtains hung on the window and fancy gold wallpaper with gold trim around it on the walls. It was almost something like a castle, but Elvis wasn't paying much attention to it. Not when his view was Cecelia in a pink halter top polka dot dress that he wanted to get under her petticoat skirt and-

"Elvis..." Their hands nearly brushed against each other, and a spark almost set off between them.

"Yes, mama." he winked. Cecelia had hoped her cheeks weren't as red as the velvet curtains. 

"Welcome to paradise."

"I'm lookin right at it..." he mumbled, 

"At what?"

"T-Th-T-The uh music room, yeah." 

There were guitars. A grand piano, a harp, a tambourine, and anything else you could think of was in this room. The masterpiece was Cecelia, with her leg crossed on top of her White Falcon Gretsch. Picking a Gibson Guitar off the wall, Elvis sat not too far from Cecelia, who was stealing a glance at his fingerwork. She hadn't thought much of it when they were on stage performing, but it was different when she could see how concentrated he was and how fast his long, nimble fingers were strumming away on the fret. And the way his Thumb was picking on the string only made her curious mind wonder what his fingers could do. After all, Rosa did tell her the best man to cure that pleasurable itch in bed was a man who was good with his fingers. And boy, was he proving it. With every lick, her body would shiver, and with every chord. She'd squeeze her legs tighter. Any friction would keep her from fantasizing about having him play her like a guitar.

"If you bite your lip any harder, honey. It might bleed..."

"H-huh..." Trying to keep a straight face as she looked at those tantalizing blue eyes of his, Elvis knew what was going on in that head of hers. It wasn't like out of the many girls he'd been with. She was the name he'd call out when he was alone, picturing her pretty fingers around his-

"Nothing, doll..." he got closer as she looked down at the floor. His hand lightly brushed against her thigh, and he was sure he heard her draw back a moan, 

"Question..."

"P-Possible answer."

"Do I make you nervous or somethin..." he whispered in her ear.

"Why do you say that? Am I acting nervous..." Cecelia asked, trying to laugh it off, 

"A little... And I think I know why." he laughed. Cecelia hoped he didn't know why, 

"Why's that..."

"You wanna pluck me all night long, don'tcha..." 

"I-I..."

"Aye, don't fret about it, mama..." Elvis kept going as Cecelia turned red, his hands creeping up the hem of her dress.

"I've never really. Uh, done it!" She panicked as the room around got silent. She couldn't take the teasing anymore. 

"You mean you've never even fooled around with..."

"I've done that... many times.. thinking about you..." it slipped out. Oh, how embarrassed she was that she just admitted that.

"an what do you think of when you think of me." Elvis kissed her neck softly as she bit her lip. He should've known Cecelia was a virgin. It all made the dots connect as he thought about how she acted toward him when they shared a bed, 

"Elvis... I-It's dirty stuff ..."

"You can tell me. I won't judge, doll." he kissed her cheek, "In fact, before we go any further, I wanna know something."

"What's that..."

"Were you savin it for a special gentleman..."

Cecelia's brown eyes were starting to get lustful just by the question, 

"Yes..."

"Do I know this special gentleman..." 

Cecelia's skin began to heat up as she leaned in closer toward him, his curly cowlick driving her insane, 

"You do..."

"Does he deserve to have you..."

"You do..." Elvis was taken aback by her answer as Cecelia was lost in his love-shot blue eyes. There had been many girls who wanted him to take their virginity, but this one, Cecelia, was special. 

"Can I ask you something..."

"Mhmm..."

"May I have you?"

"Yes, please, make me Crescendo into a fortissimo ." she kissed him passionately, her fingers in his hair.

 "Where do you want me..." he asked, already panting from the kiss, 

"Everywhere..."

"I meant, where do ya wanna do it, doll..."

"My bedroom, third door down."

Cecelia's room was a soft pink with hints of lavender and silk bedding. It looked like something from the movies. With her vanity and lamp next to it, he had thought he was in Rita Hayworth's room until he closed the door. "See, someone's been practin..." He smirked, looking at the lipstick-stained poster of him on her door. Cecelia had felt embarrassed. But Elvis thought it was cute. After all, he did have a few posters of her in his room that he hid from Gladys, or so he thought. 

"I wouldn't call that much of anything..." she pinned him to the wall and kissed him again. This time, with a bit more wanting and need, Elvis had his hands on her hips, fiddling with the zipper on the back of her dress. He could smell Cecelia's expensive perfume on her skin, and those late-night thoughts started creeping back up. The ones where he was carrying her to bed with their lips still connected in a kiss as spark-filed like a Texas firework show, and where he'd lay her on the bed slowly tossing her petticoat over, as he'd kiss up her thighs. Removing her nylon stockings from their garters and he'd look at her and say,

"You sure this is what you want, darlin."

"Yes..." she looked at him, thinking about how she'd unbuckle his belt. And throw that tantalizing lace button-up shirt off him, and how she'd pull him closer to her as he'd kiss her neck, leaving love bites, and she'd say, "Elvis... I need you to..." she gasped, feeling his hands creep up her thigh. 

"Need me too what, angel..." he leaned into her ear, whispering as he bit on her ear lobe,

"Treat me like a guitar..."

"Treat ya like a guitar?"

"Yes, finger me all night long..."

"I'm gonna do more than that," he smirked, kissing down her collarbone as he rubbed a circle near her covered clit, feeling just how wet she was from her panties alone. A shudder went through her body from the sensation alone as a small mewl left her mouth. This was different from when she did it. 

"I know you think about me at night..." Elvis smirked, tossing her panties to the side as he slid in his first finger, sliding it slowly back out of her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips, 

"EL-"

"I know you think about me havin my way with you like this, huh." he plunged his finger back in, curling it towards her spot.

"Vis..." she moaned softly, "Give me more..." she breathed out as he chuckled. 

"Gotta say please, darlin."

"Please give me more." 

"That's more like it."He added another finger as she hissed a bit at the stretch, "Breathe, mama, breathe." he smiled, hearing her take a deep breath. His fingers were working magic as his thumb was rubbing on her clit. Much like how he was strumming a guitar, he was playing every note, and her moans were a symphony. A newly written song he could have played on repeat. 

                "Elvis! fuck... "

"Shit.... shit... shit..."

                 "Ah...oh...." 

"I think you're all warmed up for the main event." He dropped off his underwear as Cecelia's eyes went wide, she'd imagine that he was good in size, but from what she saw he was gifted by the Gods, and she wanted a taste, to touch even, 

"This is all about you tonight," he smiled as she nodded,

"You got a rubber right..."

"Of course."

"Is it up to date?"

"Cece, really..."

Hey, you have a reputation for broken rubbers and E.R. visits." she laughed a little as he rolled his eyes at her.

"Yet I'm your Romeo." he kissed down her neck.

"Mhmm..." she groaned, "Oddly so."

"Well, Juliet, baby, hold on tight." entering her overtly wet cavern, slowly and carefully not tearing anything. He could see Cecelia's eyes closed shut, her nose scrunched up, 

"I won't move til you say for me to."

"Does it usually hurt..." she asked, holding his hand,

"A little, but the pain goes away the more you do it." he teased as she looked up at him, flustered.

 "I-If you continue to do it!"

"If it's with you." she winked, "You can move now," she told him. His thrusts were slow and steady, and his groans were as soft as thunder in her ear. 

"Elvis, yes..."

"How's that feelin' for ya."

"It feels good..." she moaned, and their eyes met. As Elvis's hand caressed her cheek, he realized that the love of his life was right under him, telling him, 

"More..."

"You sure, baby, you think you can take all of me?"

"Mhmm..."

"Eager little kitten, huh." pushing more of his cock deeper into her, she could feel him brush against the spot. that was driving her crazy. Elvis had her. All he had to do was think strategically. 

"O-Oh... Oh... yes, right there, don't stop!!" she was gripping his body, her pink nails digging into the skin of his back, 

"You like that?"

"Faster, baby, faster!" his hips nearly gyrating as if he were on stage, but it was sending her to every ounce of heaven that a human could possibly give her. "Cece...Fuck... shit...I love you..." 

Cecelia's heart began to beat, and she wasn't sure if it was because of what he had just said or if she was reaching her end. Legs trembling as he was now nearly pounding into her, his thrust sloppy and her hands trying to find anything to grab, curses and skin slapping had been all that anyone could hear but Cecelia didn't care she was on cloud nine in the arms of a man she loved dearly. 

Elvis had disposed of the rubber and Cecelia was trying to walk again as she was waddling around like Bambi, 

"Is that normal..." Elvis caught her as he held her close,

"Only if I done my job right." he kissed her cheek, "Now let's get you all cleaned up."

Walking down the stairs, Midge, Daphane, and Scotty were a bit surprised at the discovery that had been bestowed upon them, 

"What were you two up there doing..."

"Uh swing dancing," Cecelia said,

"Must've been swingin real hard..." Scotty said under his breath as Elvis and Cecelia blushed hard.

"So are you two gonna swing again..." Rosa asked as Cecelia glared at her.

"Depends if she's got another lesson."

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Stranger In The Crowd: Chapter 1

Chapter:2

Word Count: 2,133

Writers Note: An AU Series that I thought of when I was visiting Tupelo

Warning: Historic language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: The summer of 1946 in Tupelo Mississippi, where barely much happens for anyone including the Presleys but that all changes on a stormy summer night when the infamous Valmos duo Denise and Alfonso and their daughter Cecelia need a place to stay, will they be brought back to the reality that fame and fortune ain't always what it's cracked up to be, and will Elvis and Cecelia discover a thing called puppy love?

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Mississippi June of 1946

The night sky was as dark as the roads, not a star in sight. The moon jaded by fog from the hot summer nights in the delta. Cicadas and crickets played their melodies, and in the still of the night was a 1946 Cadillac convertible cruising down the highway. The radio played some jazz tunes, then blues, then back to jazz, the couple in the front seat arguing just by their glares at each other. "Stop changing the station..." Denise said, letting out an exhausting sigh of disgust. She was looking out the window. Her victory red lips turned into a snarl, green eyes as piercing as a snake, "Don't you go pinning the blame on me." Alfonso said, eyes focused on the road, "Seems that's all you ever do now." He mumbled under his breath. His foot tapping in anger, "Seems all you ever do is cheat..." Denise spat back her venom at him,

"Just ain't gone let that go!" his southern accent as poisonous as her northern accent, "least I ain't creeping round with Sinatra!" Alfonso threw that at her as she was fuming hot.

"At least he knows a good thing when he sees it." She mumbled, 

"Just like Cab, right..." Alfonso kept driving, "Exposin our daughter to all these menfolk, an not her pa." He kept laughing. He could see his wife getting madder by the minute. "I should've never married a country bumkin like you," Denise said. He felt his heart shatter, "Hate the country anyways. It's got nothing but grass and trees and cows." she spat. All Alfonso could do was laugh, "You know our daughters a country bumpkin too," turning to look back at their eleven-year-old daughter who was wearing a pink belted dress and a ribbon in her hair to match.

"Not if I can help it." Denise rolled her eyes,

"Right." He sighed, "Cause you city women gotta have it your way or no way." He nodded as Denise nodded in agreement,

"Are you all fighting again..." Cecelia asked, 

"No, little pumpkin, we're just talkin." Alfonso said as Cecelia sighed, "Sounds like fighting to me." she mumbled, turning over and trying to get comfortable. 

"Sounds like you need to go to sleep, princess," Denise added as Cecelia smiled and drifted off. 

"God, how did we end up like this..." Denise whispered, a tear down her face, now matching the rain on her window.

The strong gust of wind nearly shook the white shotgun house as the rain began to pour down harder. There was a word in town that a nasty storm was brewing in the delta, but that didn't stop the Presley family. Sitting around the table were Vernon and Elvis. They didn't have much when it came to dinner, but it was enough for them, and that enough was a blessing, "You excited for summer?" Vernon asked Elvis as he was reading a comic book at the table. "Elvis, what have I told you about readin' at the table," Gladys asked as he blushed. Elvis didn't mean any harm. He was excited to get his hands on his favorite superhero. "Sorry, mama." Elvis said, "I can finally ride my bike a bit!" He smiled. Until the lightning struck, which seemed to dampen the plan of any fun for tomorrow. 

"Maybe when the storm lets up booby." Gladys winked, sitting at the table. With dinner, it had been vegetables, but food was food. The family had taken each other's hands as they began to pray over their dinner, another peaceful night at the Presley household.

KNOCK!

             KNOCK!

KNOCK!

"Who could that be at this hour." Vernon groaned, looking at the car parked at their front door. It was a shining red Cadillac and a man dressed in an expensive suit was knocking on the door. Alfonso stood, getting drenched, as he waited for someone to answer. He didn't care whose door he knocked on. He prayed that they wouldn't kill him regardless. "Can I help you..." Vernon opened the door, his mouth nearly opened. Alfonso Reed was at their quaint home. The infamous blues player with a godsent guitar rhythm was here, 

"Vernon, is everything okay?"Gladys asked. Alfonso gulped, knowing that he may have knocked on the wrong door, but he didn't care, 

"Sorry to bother you all, but my family and I got caught in the rain and..." 

"We need a place to stay," Denise said, standing beside Alfonso as Gladys was shocked, 

"Well, Vernon, don't just stand there, let 'em in." Gladys ushered Denise in as Alfonso went to pick up Cecelia.  

"Where are we..."

"In shelter, little pumpkin," Alfonso said, carrying her through the rain, 

"A porch swing..." Cecelia mumbled. There wasn't much room, but the love inside made it feel like a mansion. Standing in awe at the pair was Elivs, his blue eyes in awe that the greatest musicians would be staying the night and possibly going tomorrow before he could even ask him questions about how to play the guitar he had gotten. 

"We've got a double if you want, it ain't much, but-" 

"More than what I had growin up," Alfonso said to Vernon as both men laughed, 

"Would you like anything to eat?" Gladys asked, "We hadn't finished dinner yet."

"I think we'll head off to bed. Our little pumpkin here is drifting like a rock."Denise smiled. Pretty blue eyes followed the frame of the other child. She had to be the same age as Elvis, but he'd figure all that out in the morning. 

"Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Valmos!" Vernon waved off as Gladys nudged him, "Sorry, we're fans."

"Nice to meet a fan," Alfonso said as Denise tried not to shutter at the labels given, "We'll see you lovely folks in the morning. Mr. and Mrs. uh?"

"Presley, I'm Gladys, and this is Vernon, my husband, and our son Elvis."Gladys smiled as Denise nodded. Were they such an odd couple? 

"Don't expect me to be here in the morning," Denise said, undressing herself. "And where are you going," Alfonso asked. Denise gave him the cold shoulder, "Out." she rolled her eyes, placing her hat in her suitcase as she groaned. Denise never wanted to be back in a place like this, but here Denise was, and Denise felt disappointed for the family. They deserved more, and Denise wanted to help for as long as they'd be here. The sounds of rain soothed the morning sun as the front door closed slowly. Denise had walked to the grocery store and brought breakfast. It was the least she could do to say thank you to the family, as this would be their last day in the small town, or so she thought. "Need any help?"Elvis asked. He'd been trying to play his guitar as Denise giggled a little, 

"No, I've got it, but you get washed up for breakfast." Denise had begun making sausage patties and many other fine breakfast treats as Gladys walked in,

 "You didn't have to do that!"

"I wanted to say thank you." Denise smiled.

"You know, I thought famous people had cooks," Gladys said as Denise chuckled, "They do, but I get joy out of cooking for my family, "Denise mentioned, and Gladys pitched in to help make biscuits. 

"I heard that!" Gladys smiled, "Been kinda tough, though, between picking up jobs an our eleven-year-old son getting sick from time to time," She huffed, "It's rough."

"I understand. I've got an Eleven-year-old girl who likes climbing trees. And gets pneumonia every winter." Denise chuckled,

"The joys of motherhood huh," Gladys chuckled,

Outside, Vernon and Alfonso were packing up the little he took out until Alfonso noticed a hole in the tire of his car, by hole a rip, 

"Seems you drove over a screw..."

"You don't say." He glared, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and handing one to Vernon, "Mechanic ain't in town til Monday..." he took a drag as Alfonso groaned, "Think we can fix it ourselves?"

"We can try Fons. Can I call you Fons?"

"Sure, Pres." Vernon had begun to pat him on the back, the two becoming good friends already. 

Cecelia took a deep breath as she was finally up. Dressed in overalls and a white blouse shirt, she tied her saddle shoes and kept walking into she bumped into someone, 

"Ouch!"

"You okay?" Cecelia looked up as she saw a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes bending over to help her up, 

"Yeah, I'm okay." taking his hand as she blushed a little, "Thanks."

"I-I-I'm Elvis." a blush crept on his face as he rubbed the back of his pretty blonde hair, 

"Cecelia Shanel Valmos, nice to meet ya!" shaking his hand, his heart began to beat like he was running around with his friends, "Y-You too, uh, say you like comics?" He asked as she turned around, 

"Probably not cause you're a girl, an girls don't like comics an-"

"I love comics. My favorite is the Flash." Cecelia grinned, running around as he laughed. She had energy, and she seemed fun. She'd make a good friend, was what he thought. "Oh, do you like music!" she asked as his face beamed, 

"I love music. What about you?" What about you... He thought to himself. She was the daughter of two singers and a guitar player. Of course, she loved music. 

"I like blues, anything with a guitar," Cecelia said,

"So...do you play guitar?" He asked as Cecelia saw the one in the corner,

"May I?"

"Sure, I'm kinda bad at it anyway." 

Cecelia began to strum the guitar as she played a song that was her favorite, Milkcow Blues Boogie. She had sung a little, and Elvis thought it was neat. 

"Can you teach me?"

"Guitar?"

"Yeah..."

"Of course!" Cecelia grinned, 

"Kids breakfast!" Denise shouted as Cecelia and Elvis looked at each other and ran off to the smell of a home-cooked meal. 

"Seems someone made a friend," Denise mumbled as Gladys agreed,

 "You know, I have some friends, an we run down to the creek sometimes an play around. Wanna come if the rain stops!" 

"Mother, may I!" Cecelia asked, her southern accent that he had just heard had disappeared almost, 

"Cece... you'll get hurt, and besides we'll be leaving soon and-"

"Turns out we're staying..." Alfonso smiled, "There's a rip in the tire, and the mechanic shop ain't open til Monday." He shrugged, 

"We tried fixing it but made it worse," Vernon added as the two sat down, covered in oil and debris. Gladys and Denise rolled their eyes. 

"Can I play with my new friend?" Cecelia asked,

"Cece..."Denise said, making her plate. 

"Oh hell, Denise, let her have a childhood. She ain't got but too many friends back home." 

"I don't like that Rosa girl..." Denise huffed, "And don't start now! Fine, go play!" Denise sighed, looking at Cecelia as she finished eating and took Elvis by the hand. It was sunny outside, a bit hot, but she didn't mind. It felt like her true home, North Carolina, and not Georgia, which felt stuffy and weird. Running down toward the creek were a few other boys, who she assumed were his friends.

 "EP!" They shouted at him, waving.

"Awe, man, you brought a girl with you. They have cooties!" one boy said as Cecelia growled, 

"Nu-Uh, she's different. She likes comics and playin' guitar!" Elvis smirked, defending his new friend, 

"You like climbin' trees?" another boy asked,

"I'm a tree climbin' champion!" Cecelia smirked, her hands on her hips, 

"Prove it!"  

"Watch this!" Cecelia ran up to the nearest tree and she began to climb, leaving all the boys to watch her climb. They were truly impressed as she kept going, though Elvis was a bit worried. What if she fell or worse? 

"See told ya!" hanging upside down from the branch as she giggled, 

"Whose next, or are all you boys chicken?"

"She's brave." 

"She still got cooties..." 

"Does not!" Elvis shouted as he went up to climb next to her. When he did, he tagged her on the shoulder and said,

 "You're it!" Running around the creek the kids had all begun to run away from Cecelia as they now were playing tag. Denise and Gladys watched from the windows. They both were wondering what exactly God had in store and why this family. 

"Tag, you're it, El!" Cecelia giggled, running. Elvis began to run as he started getting a bit out of breath, he was trying his best to keep up, but one of his many illnesses was catching up to him, Cecelia stopped and ran over to him, 

"El! Are you okay!" he was breathing harder as if he were having an attack. "MAMA!!!!" Cecelia shouted, "SOMETHINGS WRONG!"

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It Hurts Me

Word Count: 1,136

Writers Note: This was a request for my oc Cecelia Valmos also thank you @sissylittlefeather for helping me plot the story as well as the song for it! I hope you all like it!

Warning: Angst / Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: In 1958 at The King Creole Red Carpet Party, Cecelia Valmos finds herself heartbroken from her Ex only to remember who truly has her heart.

California 1958

Champagne and music played freely in the ballroom as stars from all over gathered to celebrate the release of King Creole. Elvis had been talking to the producers talking to The Colonel about his potential. Meanwhile, standing next to the punch was Cecelia, who had already grown tired and underwhelmed over these parties, especially after her last movie. It wasn't that she hated it. It was her co-star Anthony Rodgers, the charming snake, the half-Latin lover, her ex-boyfriend who was walking her way. 

"Seems we meet again, Cece," Anthony said, holding a champagne glass in his hand, handing her one, 

"I don't drink, you know that." she sighed, not looking up at him. She couldn't, not after they had ended things back in 54. 

"You were never any fun." He teased, "Always doing what's right, never any mystery to you." he laughed. If Cecelia could, she'd clutch her heart for the laugh that once made it flutter and now feel like a knife plunged into it, 

"Yes, 'cause you had all the mystery." She said, laughing. Her eyes were on Elvis, looking back at her, then back to his meeting, "You know, I could never tell who you really were." Cecelia laughed as Anthony held himself, a cold remark, but it was true. Everything he did was always right in his mind, and everything that was wrong was Cecelia's fault."I was simply myself," he placed his hand under her chin and tried to kiss her. Cecelia couldn't lie. She almost leaned into the temptation. She almost gave in to her heart for some stupid reason, always would love him, even though she was happy and overjoyed and content with Elvis. 

"I... shouldn't." Cecelia pulled away from him,

"It's not like anyone else loves you but me, right?" his voice was oozing with sultry, but she had to stay strong and remember all the hurt he had done to her, 

"Why can't you just let me go..." She asked him as he smirked at her. It was like she could see the venom in his eyes spark another lie of manipulation,

"Because I don't want anyone else to have you." He whispered in her ear, "Now, why don't you come to play house with me?" removing his hand from her thigh, Cecelia began to back away, 

"Maybe, but only if you answer me this," Cecelia said, throwing his own mind games at him,

"Ask me anything, Cece. I'm all yours." He said, leaning closer as he took a whiff of her perfume.

"Did you ever love me?" Anthony laughed, and the tears began to wail in her eyes. 

"Love is a strong statement, Cece. I liked you, but I felt like you were a prize to be won so bright-eyed, so innocent, but we were too much alike. Except for one thing." 

"What's that?"

"You cared too much, and I only cared about what you could give me." He said as he whispered in her ear, "A night a pleasure." 

"You broke me, and you can say to show for it is you want to fuck me!" Cecelia shouted as the room fell silent at her outburst. 

"Cecelia, how dare you. I-I would never ask you something like that!" he began to act surprised and appalled by her, "And you're a taken woman, a whore with no class." he said, walking away from her. Cecelia felt goosebumps rise on her arms. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. Anthony felt like he was right and what he had done was perfect. Destroy her, build her back up with his words. To only break her down again. Finding a wooden box in the background, Cecelia sat in the corner. Head in her hands as she sunk into herself, crying and remembering all the times he'd do something like that, always making her feel like she was dirty and wrong and unloveable, and yet here she was sulking, into herself, feeling as if she were, in fact, all those things. 

"I think I showed her," Anthony said, surrounded by a few other actors. They laughed and enjoyed his banter, egging him on that he didn't need a groupie like Cecelia hanging around. 

"My boy, that matter doesn't concern..." The Colonel said, but couldn't finish his sentence fast enough to stop Elvis from walking over to Anthony and saying, 

"I heard you call that beautiful girl, my girlfriend, a whore." His eyes were dark with rage, and Anthony felt intimidated. Elvis was taller than him, that was for sure, but please, was he better than him? Well yes. 

"Your girlfriend? She was mine first, buddy." Anthony laughed. He looked like a bratty child, and that's what he was, "And between you and I... Quit while you're ahead. 'cause she won't give it up to you if you know what I'm saying."

"Mhmm.." Elvis took a deep breath, "Now you, uh, listen here, you mess with her, you mess with me." Elvis stood closer, "You make her cry, you deal with me, an you don't wanna see what I can do when you fuck with me." Elvis glared at him.

"What you'll sing me to death, why don't you take your country ass back to the farm you-" 

POW!

Before Anthony could finish his last words, his nose was dripping blood on his white tuxedo. 

"No, I'll do that..." Walking off, Elvis spotted Cecelia in the corner.

"Is this seat taken, mama?" a plate of Cheesecake and lemonade were in his hands, "Figured you want a pick me up." Cecelia looked up as she saw Elvis, a smile on his face and a bruising knuckle, 

"Elvis Aaron Presley, what did you do..." 

"Punch an asshole." He smiled, setting down the food. Leaning in, Elvis took his thumb and wiped the tears on her face away, 

"You didn't have to do that." 

"No, he asked for a lesson, so I taught him." he shrugged, pulling her close. 

"I don't understand why you love me..."

"Now don't you start talkin down on yourself like that doll. You know exactly why I love you." He kissed her face, "And I ain't afraid to show it either." Cecelia began to laugh as he kissed her passionately. His hand was on her cheek, and hers tangled into his thick hair.

 "Whadya say we blow this crowd and head back." 

Cecelia snorted as he playfully nudged her,

 "Whoa, honey, get your mind out of the gutter there." Elvis laughed with her,

"Fine, but I'm taking the cheesecake with me."

"That's alright with me." They both left arm and arm with each other, laughing and kissing as Anthony stood there jealous. 

"I'm happy to have found someone like you." Elvis said as he kissed her again. 

"A kiss from Elvis is a kiss to cherish."

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How's the World Treating You

Word Count: 1,670

Writers Note: Inspired by @sissylittlefeather Baby Let's Play House, I don't usually write angst but this is what I came up with...

Warning: Mentions of Domestic Abuse / Smut/ Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Summary: When Elvis and Cecelia figure it time to take a break from each other, Cecelia finds that her comfort is Elvis.

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Memphis, Tennessee, January 1957

"You ungrateful whore I made you!" Anthony shouted. He had Cecelia cornered against his wall. Trembling, Cecelia wondered how she was back to her ex-boyfriend, Anthony Rodgers. "I don't know what you mean..." Cecelia looked up into his brown eyes, "I made you, and I will break you." He whispered as she closed her eyes and cried. She knew things were rocky with her and Elvis when the scandal got out that he was caught kissing some girl, but she knew he'd never treat her like his, "Anthony, please."

"You refused to even thank me. If it wasn't for me, your film career would be nothing... Nothing!" He shouted again, making her feel small.

"Elvis... he..."

"He abandoned you, made you crawl back to me. That hillbilly couldn't treat you like me." he whispered in her ear, "He doesn't love you like me. He doesn't fuc-" He felt something wet on his face as he wiped his face. "Did you just fucking spit on me, you fucking bitch!" Anthony shouted as he smacked her body and fell to the hardwood floor, "I did..." She slowly got back up, laughed, and did it again, "You will never amount to Elvis." She felt the air in her lungs seize for a moment as he threw her against the wall. His fist drew back as she reached for a weapon. There was a silver candle stick that her brain could still register to her fingers to hold, 

"You're mine, you hear that, mine to use as I-"

BAM!

Cecelia trembled at what she had done. She checked to see if he was breathing, which he was, but she had never done anything like that. Cecelia was scared. But she was free, though she couldn't go home to her mother like this, with tattered clothes and bruises forming on her face and neck. She wanted to go. No need to go to Graceland.

Elvis was sitting at the table looking over the Newspaper. Cecelia and that jerk of a boyfriend of hers was the front news. Oh, how he missed her sweet voice in the morning, every day he wished. He'd make it right, but he couldn't get through or near her, "You know, I think he's abusin her."Gladys said as Elvis looked at his mother, 

"I mean, he's possessive over her."

"He should be." Elvis sighed,

"She's not herself. I saw her tonight and was practically squeezin her arm." Elvis looked at his mother. He didn't want to think that something bad was happening to her, but he also hoped they'd break up. He couldn't take this break any longer,

 "Fine, you want me to call 'er!"

"Please.." Elvis groaned as he called her mother's house. The line hung up, and he was giving up slowly, losing hope his angel would return until he heard something at the front door. Looking out the window, Elvis saw that familiar pink Ford. Opening the door, he ran to Cecelia as she ran toward him, limping, "CECE!" he shouted as she stopped and froze. Elvis noticed as he took in every detail. Cecelia tried to walk to him as the rush of adrenaline wore off, and she was now over. Her body lay there on the ground as Elvis picked her up and carried her to the couch.

 "Mama, she's hurt real bad!" Gladys ran in. There were bruises on her cheek and neck and some older ones on her thighs, 

"My lord... I'll call a doctor. You get your bedroom ready."

"My..."

"Go!"

Elvis's blood was boiling. How dare that bastard touch her that way. She deserved love and care and peace, things he knew he could give her, 

"And one more thing..."

"Yes..."

"Fix it..." 

Cecelia was now in bed, wearing a nightgown. She'd been patched up and resting except for the occasional twisting and turning.

 "No...no stop it... no... let me go. STOP IT!" She screamed, jolting up in his bed in a cold sweat, tears down her cheek. She was disoriented for a bit until she looked around, 

"Elvis, stay back!"

"I won't hurt you, honey..." He said, getting closer to

"But I might..." she turned away from him, 

"What do you mean?" He asked,

"I-I hit him with a candle stick..." She mumbled as Elvis was shocked, 

"Is he alive..." 

"Yes..." Her hands were shaking. She was truly scared at what had happened, "May I..." he asked as she nodded, Elvis held her hands as he got closer, watching her flinch again as he kissed her palms. 

"Cece..."

"I'm unloveable, aren't I..."

"What?" 

"I'm broken goods..." she began to cry, "You don't want me!"

"Cecelia, that ain't true! I don't know what he did your head in with, but I love you. This break thang is killin me!" He admitted, 

"You still love me..." avoiding eye contact,

"With my soul." He pulled her close to him as he kissed her tear-stained cheeks, 

"Then Elvis..."

"Yeah, Honey..."

"Can you promise to make love to me until I'm me again..." she asked as Elvis kissed her. His lips felt like the way summer rain felt on one's skin, like a winter sunset, 

"I promise to love you at your worst and your best," He held her close,

"Promise.."

"Cross my heart and pray I die." He smiled, kissing down her neck. He wanted to kiss every part of her. What was told to her wasn't pretty, 

"Don't kiss me there..."

"And Why not..."

"He said my nose wasn't flattering..." Elvis peppered her face with kisses as she began to giggle, "Your nose is perfect, an your eyes and that little mole on your cheek an... your lips an dimples." He then moved back to her collarbone as she took in a deep breath, Elvis removed the straps off her shoulder as the dress came down towards her breast,

"Don't tell me, he hated these too..."

"Well... they could've been bigger." Elvis rolled his eyes as he kissed down her breast, trading between her nipples, his teeth pulling gently at the sensitive buds. Her eyes closed as her body arched from the sensation, "El~" She moaned. As his blue eyes looked up at her,

"Hmm..." He hummed, hearing her gasp,

"I missed!" She felt him kiss down her stomach, then lower to her thighs and suddenly her clit, his plump, plush lips wrapped around the bud of nerves, gently nibbling at it as her breath turned into needy mewls, "Eh Hel VIS!" her body shuttered as she pulled at his hair gently when he was finished getting her worked up he moved down to her wet folds taking her slick on his fingers and licking it, 

"You don't have to..."

"Don't tell me he didn't even..."

"Not once..." Cecelia said, embarrassed as Elvis's tongue lapped at the waterfall of juices emerging from the cavern that he missed. Oh, so much. He devoured her and took in her sweet nectar as Elvis heard her moan, adding a few fingers to make her crazy. She had definitely been neglected by that other guy. And he wanted to make her remember what love truly felt like.

"ELVIS~ ELVIS~ AH AH AH!"

"Want me to continue?" He asked her as she got shy on him, "We can stop anytime if you feel uncomfortable." 

"What about you..." Cecelia asked,

"What about me?" He laughed, "Tonight is all about you,"

"But..."

"I get my pleasure from seein you happy darlin." He kissed up her thigh as her breathing was shallow,

"I'd like more, please..." She asked as he slid out of his Pajama pants, pumping himself a bit to get himself nice, and ready for her,

 "Baby, if-"

"Please..." She kissed him, and Elvis inserted his cock inside her. She was holding his hand, readjusting to his size. When Cecelia looked up at him, she couldn't help but laugh at the face he was making, "Elvis!" she chuckled as he looked at her, that laughter, that sweet sound he wanted to her, 

"Hmm, what's funny."

"Your face."

"What face?" He did it again as she laughed harder, 

"You tease." She said as he moved a little, a soft moan leaving her lips, 

"C-Can we go slow... Tonight."

"I'm not in no rush, doll." He kissed her face again, his hips thrusting into her powerfully but slowly. Her eyes were locked on his as he cradled her face. She felt like a virgin again.

 "That feels good, sugar?"

"Mhmm," She moaned as he was brushed up against her spot, he couldn't help but pick up his pace the closer that he was getting, 

"Shit... You feel so good..." He groaned. Cecelia began to moan louder. Her legs were shaking, and her orgasm was washing over her. Elvis could feel that coil in his stomach snap as he kept thrusting. He nearly stopped himself halfway as he looked at Cecelia, 

"Mark me as yours..."

"Cece, you sure.."

"I want you to finish inside me..." Once she said those words, she felt his warm seed release inside her. Sweat covered their body as they lay there in each other's arms, 

"I'll clean you off."

"Stay..." she said, Elvis didn't move as he held her close to him.

"Can I ask you something?" Elvis asked, pulling out of her as she turned to face him, 

"Hmm, of course..."

"Did you love him?"

"No... I was so heartbroken with us being split up...I" she cried into his chest, "Shush shush it's ok, we're together you're safe, he can't hurt you no more." Elvis kissed her forehead, Cecelia snuggled up to him,

 "Can I ask you a question..." Cecelia asked,

"Of course..."

"What are we?"

"Together again." He tickled her as she laughed, the two under the covers having a tickle fight that turned into a pillow fight,

"If you two are done makin me some grandbabies, then I suggest you two quiet down so I can sleep!"Gladys shouted from behind the door. Elvis and Cecelia were flustered as they laughed harder, 

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Anyplace Is Paradise

Word Count: 1,551

Writers Note: A Little break before I write Chapter 6 Of Anday Now, Sorry It took so long I was editing a podcast

Warning: Language / Fluff

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Summary: It's 1956 And Elvis and Cecelia are Vegas-bound for their concerts, but in between time Cecelia has sparked a love for photography.

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Audubon Drive April 1956

"Cecelia! You're driving like a bat outta hell!" Midge shouted. Cecelia was speeding down Alabama Street in her pink Ford Fairlane Crown Victoria Skyliner. Daphane and Rosa were in the back, sliding around and laughing. "Baby, she's just excited," Cheryl mentioned, 

"About what?" Midge mumbled back to her wife. Cecelia had hit a sharp curve as Midge shook her head, to be 21 and wreckless. 

"Let's see a big two-week show in Vegas..."

"At the same time as Elvis~" Rosa added,

"That's why you agreed to this?!" Daphane rolled her eyes playfully as Cecelia began singing to whatever WHBQ had playing on the radio. "Oh my God...It is..." Daphane reached over and playfully hit her as Cecelia laughed. She and Elvis had been secretly dating for about a year, with her mother on tour with her father. She didn't have to worry about her mother knowing anything. 

"So what if it is. Elvis and I are-"

"Just good friends," Everyone in the car said as they rolled their eyes, 

"Papers are saying y'all are a thing..." Cheryl hinted as Cecelia's cheeks got red. She was silent, "Haven't you seen them oogle at each other," Daphane pretended to gag as Cecelia parked her car next to Elvis's in the open garage. "We don't ogle, we daze." Cecelia got out, walked towards the door, and knocked. Gladys had opened the door, a smile on her face as she hugged Cecelia, 

"Mrs. Gladys!"

"Cece! Come in. Elvis'll be out any minute," Gladys ushered her in. Elvis had had a few flings, but Cecelia was a favorite, 

"Thank you. Did you get the gift I sent you?" She asked as Gladys sat down, "I did, and they're Vernon's favorite pair of earrings on me." She laughed as Cecelia chuckled along with her. 

"I'm pleased you like 'em so much." 

"Alright, Mama, how do I look?" Elvis walked out. As Cecelia was ogling at him. He was wearing one of his lace shirts and slacks. Gladys looked between the two as she shook her head, 

"You look fine,"

"Yes, he is..." Cecelia mumbled, "I mean, does!" Cecelia then stood up as he scooped her into his arms and kissed her, 

"Hey, sugar,"

"Hiya, star shine," Cecelia blushed, 

"You look beautiful." He peppered her face with kisses as she laughed, "Oh Elvis~" a flustered tone from his mouth, "Don't you have to pick up Scotty and Bill..." Vernon said as Elvis pulled away, red as a lobster, 

"Right, right!" Getting his suitcase, Elvis headed out the door holding Cecelia's hand in the other,

"Hey Daph, Rosa! Y'all wanna a ride?" Elvis asked as they looked at Midge and Cheryl, 

"Please, we're all going to the same place!"

"You two can go, but Cece rides with us."

"We aren't going to do anything," Elvis smirked, blinking his baby blues, 

"Presley!"

Elvis and the girls zoomed off as Cheryl smirked at Midge, 

"Now we have some alone time..." 

"I can finally sew without Cece scanning every station for an Elvis song." Midge grinned, 

Cruising to pick up the fellas of the Blue Moon Boys, Rosa, and Daphane were like two kids watching their parents kiss from the back seat, 

Las Vegas April 1956

"We're getting word. A certain Pink Cadillac and Ford have made their way to The New Frontier Hotel." Cecelia laughed, handing a pen to Elvis. In the backseat was a sleepy Scotty, and Daphane was drooling on Bill's shoulder, "Two weeks of paradise..." Elvis smiled,

"Maybe... a trip to the pool will clear your mind?" Cecelia said as he opened the door for her. Cecelia took his hand, and like clockwork, the fans flocked, 

"Denise, Cecelia is gonna be fine..." Midge replied as Cheryl moved their bags into their hotel room, "No, Elvis won't be a problem. Or distraction, they won't even see each other!" Cheryl nearly cackled hearing her wife lie,

Cecelia walked down the hall as Midge stopped her. 

"Your mother called."

"What'd she say?"

"Well, I told her that you didn't even know Elvis was here,"

"So..."

"Don't get pregnant, and don't get caught."Midge smiled,

"So I..."

"Can stay in his hotel room." Midge winked. Cecelia hugged her as she ran off to get settled in, 

"What's that about?" Cheryl asked,

"Oh, Nothing," 

Cecelia had unpacked everything from her suitcase as Elvis was trimming his sideburns and doing his usual pre-show grooming regimen. He was in the mirror, lost in his world until he heard. 

CLICK!

"Cece, what in the hell are you doing?" Elvis laughed, looking directly into the lens of her camera.

"Takin pictures of art." Cecelia laughed as she snapped another photo of him. Elvis couldn't hide his laughter as he tried to act annoyed, but it was also his idea to buy her that thing as a gift. "Last I checked, you can't kiss art." She rolled her eyes as Elvis pulled her in close, dipped her, and kissed her, "You can if it's your muse." She winked. Elvis blushed as he picked her up, "I-I'm your muse?" He blushed as Cecelia nodded, 

"All my love songs are about you." She kissed him again, and he then heard another CLICK!

"Damnit, Cece." He chuckled, tickling her as she laughed. 

The next day, the sun was up and piping hot. Cecelia had just gotten off the phone with her mother as she made her way to the hotel poolside, which was where Elvis was signing autographs in his tied-up shirt, looking as handsome as ever to Cecelia, taking another photo she had soon walked over to him, her heels clicking as she sat by the poolside in her bathing suit. A few fans crowded around her, and Elvis couldn't help but stop and stare at her, "Cat got your tongue, lover boy." Cheryl asked as Elvis blushed, "Wh-What, naw," His accent strong as he was flustered, 

"I believe it does," Cheryl laughed, "You two ain't fooling no one with this whole hiding thing," she whispered before walking away. Cheryl was right, and with Cecelia taking pictures of him, he knew he might as well have his cake and eat it, too. Walking over, Elvis tapped her on the shoulder, some of the guests in shock that he'd even talk to her. While their kids and teenagers already knew the story, 

"I think we should give 'em something to really stare at," Elvis said as Cheryl watched the whole thing happen. She beckoned Midge over, whose blood was boiling like hot pasta sauce, "Like what, Pres..." her brown doe eyes looking up towards his. Pulling her close to him by her chin. He leaned in to give her a kiss until they heard,

SPLASH!

Rosa and Daphane chuckled, seeing the two get out of the pool, sopping wet like a biscuit in gravy. Some of the guests gasped as Cecelia noticed the staff draining the pool. Oh, how it boiled Elvis to the core when people did such things to Cece or, in general, "You'd make more money if you sold the water!" She shouted as Elvis held her back, back in their hotel room after they had both gotten out of the shower. Cecelia was already dressed, her camera back in hand as she took another picture. Elvis glanced up at her as he was a little embarrassed. After all, he was putting on his pants. 

"Cece!" 

"Oh hush, it's not like we didn't just shower together..." Cecelia laughed. Elvis tackled her on the bed and began to tickle her, the two laughing and kissing as he had his hand on her thigh, 

"God, you're beautiful..." Cecelia blushed,

"And you're annoying some- CECE!" He said in a pit of laughter as she tickled his stomach, 

"St-Stop It!"

"Make me~"

"HEY BREAK IT UP YOU TWO!" Midge said. The two looked at her as she shook her head, "You two already broke one rule. Don't break the pregnant one..." she slammed the door, the two irrupting with laughter as Elvis took the camera and pointed it towards them as he took several pictures of them. Even though they were in Vegas to strictly perform, he felt he was on a romantic getaway with his true love. 

On their last night in Vegas, the eight of them were at dinner, eating and carrying on. And there was Cecelia taking pictures of every memory. Sure, a few of her bandmates thought it was annoying. But Midge knew why tomorrow wasn't promised, and youth faded away quickly. Yet here was Cecelia taking every photo she could get of the love of her life, 

"Cece!" Elvis looked at the camera, "Don't you show anyone that one!" He laughed. He had crumbs on his face, and to Cecelia, he never looked more handsome,

~ Bonus ~

"You sure you wanna drive back to Nashville tonight?" Elvis asked as he pulled her close to him by the doorway, "My mother will worry, and I gotta get the girls home." She responded as he sighed, "Alright, you be safe and call me when you get home," He kissed her forehead, 

"I will." She giggled as Elvis felt her slip something in her pocket. It was the photograph of him eating, rolling his eyes. He loved that woman, and he knew that she loved him. 

[aliypop]

Anyway You Want Me

What if Elvis Presley and Cecelia Valmos met senior year of High-School 1953, well find out in my upcoming series Anyway You want me

[aliypop]

Stranger In The Crowd: Chapter 2

Chapter:1

Word Count: 2,132

Writers Note: An AU Series that I thought of when I was visiting Tupelo

Warning: Historic language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: The summer of 1946 in Tupelo Mississippi, where barely much happens for anyone including the Presleys but that all changes on a stormy summer night when the infamous Valmos duo Denise and Alfonso and their daughter Cecelia need a place to stay, will they be brought back to the reality that fame and fortune ain't always what it's cracked up to be, and will Elvis and Cecelia discover a thing called puppy love?

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Tupelo, Mississippi, June 1946

MAMA!!!!" Cecelia shouted, "SOMETHINGS WRONG!" Cecelia's body was perched next to Elvis as she held him up. She was worried, scared even to lose the one kid who was kind to her. Gladys and Denise had run out of the house and towards the kids as Elvis lay there having an asthmatic flare-up. They were becoming rare, but still worrying to Gladys especially. Gladys scooped up her son as Denise followed suit. "Some steam should work, and Vicks chest rub. I have some in my bag." Denise said, looking at the little boy. Her heart did go out to him, even though she was worried, hoping that the poor little thing would be okay, "I'll get a hot rag." Gladys said as she placed him under the covers. Cecelia stayed by his side. She didn't like it when she was left alone sick, so she knew he probably didn't like it either. Cecelia began to hum and swing her feet. Gladys took a glance over at Cecelia as she smiled at her. She knew something about her was different. Cecelia had an aurora about her that most little girls didn't have. "Is he going to be okay, Mrs. Elvis's mamma?" Cecelia asked as her mother smeared the hot, smelly stuff on his chest, "He'll be fine." Gladys smiled, "He gets sick sometimes." She sighed,

"Do you know why?"

"Not really, but say you go see if the men need help and let Elvis rest, okay?" Cecelia nodded."She's a sweet girl, Denise." Gladys smiled,

"She's got a big heart, and gives anything to anyone." Denise laughed, "Somewhere, a little girl is wearing her winter coat." dabbing the sweat on his forehead as Gladys laughed, 

"She's a blessed child." 

"So is your son."

"Ah hell," Vernon groaned, the two still looking at the car. Alfonso was devistated. If it wasn't one thing, it was another, "It's gone to shit Pres." Alfonso said, rubbing his temples as he heard from the steps, "Oooh, you said a bad word, Daddy." Alfonso turned to see his daughter as he laughed, "Don't tell your ma." his pinkie up as she wrapped hers around his, "I promise," she grinned. Vernon smiled at the two. It reminded him about how Elvis was close to his wife in the same manner, 

"What can we do you for little lamb?"

"I-I got told to come outside and help you!" Her hands on her hips as she looked at her dad and then at Vernon,

"What's a little lady like you know about cars." Vernon teased as Cecelia had a face of amusement that only he thought he'd seen his son have. 

"Well, I know that ...The bolts are completely bald on the car, and you'll need a car crank to get the tire off!" she said proudly as Vernon and Alfonso tried their hardest not to laugh at how cute she looked,

"The what?!"

"The car crank!" Cecelia said again, her cheeks puffed out,

"Sweetie, you mean the jack," Alfonso said. He saw the frustration in her eyes as he tried to hug her, "That's why there's a nail in the tire and- and!" she kicked a rock as she fell, getting more disappointed in herself as she stormed off, 

"A bit grumpy?"

"She's going through young womanly things, I think?" Alfonso questioned. Cecelia stormed back into the house as she plopped down and strummed Elvis's guitar, "I'll make a song called Boys are Big Dummies!" she huffed out of frustration as she strummed, Gladys and Denise were both in the kitchen trying not to laugh. Cecelia cleared her throat as she sang, "Boys are big dummies. They don't ever use their brains! Boys are big dummies. And they laugh and call you sweet names!"

"Sugar, what made you mad?"Gladys asked as Denise kept laughing a little, 

"My daddy got mad 'cause I called a car jack a car crank, and then he laughed, and UGH!" 

"Doesn't it..." 

"Yes, Gladys, it does," Denise said as she shook her head.

"I mean, I ain't wrong. It cranks, and the car goes 'round up in the air," Cecelia said, talking faster, her accent getting deeper, 

"C breathe." Denise sighed,

"It's okay. Elvis gets like that when he's worked up, too."

"Mama..."

"Like a clock tickin', he calls."  

Denise beckoned her daughter to stand near her and help cook lunch with the leftovers they had. Denise could remember the days when she and Alfonso were struggling artists living similarly back in 1935. Denise missed those days when he'd come home with a gleam in his eyes and look at his baby girl like Cecelia was the world. And kiss her baby cheeks as if he'd then kiss Denise on her cheeks, but all that changed when she was six. They vowed to stay legally married on paper for business but go their separate ways unless further stated. 

"Meatloaf... gross..." Cecelia pretended to gag, helping her mother cook. Cecelia hated meatloaf mostly cause it tasted like wet, soggy things, and she didn't like wet, soggy things. Really, no eleven-year-old did. Denise sighed as she gave her daughter a knife and a union signally for her to chop them up. "You are going to eat this meatloaf regardless if you like it or not!" Cecelia nodded, "Do you hear me!" Denise then looked down as her daughter had tears welling in her eyes. She didn't mean to make her cry. There was a lot of stress placed on her currently, 

"Cece..." 

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." Cecelia sniffled,

"Cecelia, would you like to check in on Elvis?" Gladys asked as the little girl nodded and ran off. Gladys looked at Denise as she felt small. Denise didn't mean to yell at her daughter, but now. She was livid at the memories. And Alfonso for mocking their baby, who was trying to help, and it was getting too much. She was in a nowhere town with people, that luckily meant no harm. Denise felt small. 

"Do you ever feel lost, Mrs. Presley..." 

"Define lost." Gladys sat down,

"Like no matter what you do, it doesn't feel enough..." Denise sighed, "I'm providing a life for my daughter, singing and making hits after hits and keeping her safe and well-rounded." Denise laughed, "But it doesn't feel like enough," Gladys laughed when she said it didn't feel like enough. The Presleys knew what never enough felt like it was how they lived, 

"Maybe you have too much?" Gladys added, 

"What do you mean?" 

"Honey, you're in deep in wealth. You feel empty 'cause money can't buy love, and it sure can't buy peace." She smiled, "Only God can provide those things. You pray every night for that beautiful baby of yours and whatever else is on your heart worryin' you, and I promise you'll never feel lost again."Gladys pulled her in and hugged her, "There's a fighter in you. Don't ever let her lose, and you won't get lost. Remember that." 

"Hey, El... You up..." Cecelia asked as she poked the young boy on the cheek, "Elvis..." She said again, still poking him. Then she had gotten a genius idea, a huff leaving her lips, "If you're really asleep, then I guess you don't want to play my daddy's guitar." Elvis jolted up like Frankenstein's monster, "I'm up!" bumping his head into Cecelia's, "Are you okay!" the two laughing like maniacs. Cecelia gave him a nod as she snorted. The things that kids found funny. Never ceased to amaze their parents. Cecelia then took him by the hand, and he had that crooked smile that would break hearts someday.

 "You don't have to hold my hand, you know." 

"I know, but I like to." Cecelia smiled

"Why?" Elvis asked, "Haven't you got someone you'll marry one day or whatever girls do!" He was trying to find a way to push her away. He didn't like the feeling he was picking up around her, or maybe Elvis did. He'd get all nervous around Cecelia. And his face would turn red, and Elvis felt weird and giddy when she held his hand. He definitely didn't like it. 

"I think one day I'll marry Frank Sinatra." She giggled. Elvis's face frowned when she said that. Was he jealous? No, he couldn't be, maybe a little, 

"You don't want him. What's he got that some men don't!"

"Beautiful blue eyes, dark hair, and he sings, girls like boys who sing." 

"I got blue eyes an sing sometimes." He mumbled, his cheeks puffed out, 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" 

"I could s-s-sing somethin now for ya!"

"You would!" Cecelia gasped as Elvis took her by the hand, storming outside, still holding her hand. He took his guitar and sat on the porch swing, patting a seat next to her as she giggled and sat down. Vernon and Alfonso looked at the pair and sighed, 

"Guess yer payin' for the wedding when the time comes." Vernon laughed as Alfonso shook his head,

 "If you think so, but I doubt that girl of mine is gonna marry yer boy one-"

Elvis had started to sing, and Cecelia had a look in her eye that girls who notice boys or Sinatra had. It was an innocent twinkle of puppy love, and she had a bad case. 

"What was that Fons."

"Nothing at all, Pres... Guess I'll be payin' for a weddin one day." 

"That was amazing..." Cecelia blushed, 

"You think so. I mean. I came in 6th place in a talent show once. And I sing at Church, but you think I'm good at this?"Cecelia nodded, "I think if you keep singin, you'll be a really big star someday," She nudged him, 

"Thank-"

"But your cords are a bit wonky, and your guitar playin' is sloppy." Cecelia sighed, "Can't have that." Marching to her daddy's car, she reached into the trunk and got his White Gretsch guitar. "You..." He sighed, hearing everything she had just said. Taking the guitar out of the case, she sat next to him. The guitar was about as big as her. But she didn't care as she began to strum, "These are blues chords. Follow my lead." she commanded as Elvis gulped, but he followed as his hands cupped the frets, "Now strum." She smiled. Elvis did. He wasn't very good at it on the first try, and Cecelia wasn't very patient, but she was trying. 

"Pushy, ain't she?"

"only when she really cares about betterin someone." Alfonso smiled, 

"She sees somethin in a boy?" Vernon smiled,

"I'm afraid so," Alfonso chuckled, "What I don't know." The two men shrugged, 

"Okay, let me help you 'cause you're not doing it right!" Cecelia said, a bit frustrated, 

"I am doin it right!" 

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"Are not!" Cecelia stuck her tongue out. Elvis stuck his tongue back at her, "Maybe girls really are trouble." he rolled his eyes. Cecelia gasped, "You're being mean!" she shouted, and it stung like Vernon,

 "And you're pushy..." 

"PUSHY, YOU THINK I'M PUSHY!" she walked off, " DON'T YOU EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN OUR FRIENDSHIP IS THROUGH!" Cecelia ran off crying, 

"Cece, wait!"

"Welcome to girls, son," Vernon said with laughter,

"Pa, how do I fix it,"

"Here take this money, go to the candy store," Alfonso said, 

"Okay... Then what do I do?" 

"Get her cracker jacks and let her have the prize in the box," Alfonso mentioned as Elvis nodded, 

"Will it work?" Elvis asked.

"I think it should. After all, girls like candy, and you're too young to get her roses." Vernon smiled. Watching his son run off into town, 

"Little pumpkin. You don't have to be right all the time..." Denise said as Gladys chuckled, "But he wasn't playing correctly!" Cecelia pouted, "And he needed to know it was wrong," she huffed, "And besides,"

"You weren't that good either when you first started," Denise mentioned as Cecelia got quiet,

"When it comes to boys, you have to make them think they're right," Gladys added,

"Even when they're wrong? That's lying." Cecelia pouted, "Which is bad!"

"In most cases, it is, but they have these things called egos." Denise smiled, "When he comes back in, you apologize and say you want to be friends again." Denise laughed, 

"But he said I was pushy!"

"Well he's not wrong." Denise laughed,

"Cece! I got you Cracker Jacks and Roses from a nice lady and!" He was out of breath from running. He had to make things right, "Please forgive me! I want us to be friends again!" Gladys and Denise tried not awe, at the sight before them. 

"I don't know, you called me pushy..."

"I'll let you have the whistle in the box!" Elvis shouted,

"Hmpf, what color are the flowers."

"Pink..."

[aliypop]

Anyway You Want Me: Chapter 2

Word Count: 3,147

Writers Note: This story is just an au of what if my Oc and Elvis met in high school instead of the Louisana Hayride

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: 1953 Memphis Tennessee Cecelia Valmos and her mother move to Shelby County as their house in Nashville is going through renovations, when asked to keep a low profile by her mother Cecelia makes friends with the quirkiest, shy, yet charming kid in class, at least Friends is what she'd call them.

Chapter 1

Memphis, Tennessee, Saturday, May 1953

"Is it three yet?" Cecelia asked as she was in her bedroom brushing out her curls and adding a small victory roll. Sure, the look was out of style, but she still appreciated it."It's 2:40." Denise shouted back as Cecelia grinned. She was finally going to be hanging out with someone, a cool someone, a shy someone, but it was someone. Taking her keys from off her dresser, she was ready to go. 

"See you later, mother!"

"See you later, and be safe!" 

"I will!" walking out the door, Cecelia passed her father, "Hi Daddy, bye Daddy..." Racing to her car, she got in and drove off, waving at the fans who were there for her parents. 

"What's gotten into her?"

"A boyfriend." Denise lied, "You'd know that if you were in her life more." 

Elvis would be lying if he wasn't twiddling his thumbs with jobs at the electric company just to kill time today. His watch was reading 2:56, which meant his shift was almost over, and he could hang out with Cecelia. Elvis couldn't wait to see her, which was totally not weird because Elvis only knew her for two days, but she was cool enough for him to be excited about seeing her, right? Either way, he knew she was worth him hanging around. Pulling back up to the store, Elvis saw her pink car. Cecelia was wearing shorts and a striped shirt, leaning against the counter with the toned legs of a dancer, and boy was Elvis entertained. She had on heels. And a pink chiffon bow in her hair and Elvis wanted nothing more than to pull her close and say- 

"There you are! I was talking to this young lady here about electric wiring."

"Did you know that when the male goes into the Female, and they plug into each other, boom, we get lights!" Cecelia glanced at Elvis, acting as if she didn't know that. He was thinking about a male and a female, but not lights.  

"Mhmm... I-I-I'll actually be right back." Elvis said as he went to freshen up. It wasn't like he was trying to impress Cecelia, Well, maybe a little, changing out of his work slacks. He had on a pair of black slacks and a white lace see-through button-up shirt with pink socks and his loafers. When he walked out, Elvis had hoped he would have taken Cecelia's breath away, but instead, he heard, "You look good, Pres."

"Thanks, Cece, you uh ready to go?" 

"Yeah." Taking his keys, he opened her door, then his, as the two began their adventures,

 "So where to first, record shop, comic shop?"

"Surprise me," Cecelia said, taking a bit of a glance at him as he began to drive. He wanted to rest his hand on her thigh, but friends didn't do that. He just had to focus. 

"Music shop it is."

Music played on the radio as Cecelia hummed along. She could carry a tune, Elvis thought to himself as he listened. He didn't sing much unless it was at Church or in his house. Other than that, he was a shy little thing,  

"So Cece..."

"Hmm?"

"You never did tell me where you moved from." 

"Well, sugar..." Elvis felt his heart pound when she said sugar. That southern drawl of her was strong, a bit like Scarlet O'Hara but sweeter, "North Carolina, Originally born and raised, but then for three years I lived in Georgia, and that was like stickin your hand in a jar of hot peppers and rubbin your eyes afterward." she laughed as Elvis kept trying to focus on the road, but he had laughed with her too, 

"Sounds like it was hell."

"You've no idea, sugar." She smiled, applying her red lipstick, "So what about you? You don't exactly sound like a Memphis guy." She smirked as he blushed. It was back on him now, all the attention, 

"Well, I was born and raised in Tupelo, Mississippi," Elvis smiled as Cecelia grinned,

"That explains that heavy accent."

"Yours ain't light either,"

"I don't know what you're talkin bout." Cecelia playful nudged him as they parked at the music store, 

"Oh really, what do you call honey."

"Definitely not what you call it." She laughed at his adorable accent as he helped her out of the car, 

"And what do I call it."

"Hunneh..." she mumbled as he laughed with her,

"That's what I sound like?" He questioned as she nodded, watching him walk like he was some star of importance, which to her he was. She never could find someone with whom she could laugh about accents. When they walked in, Cecelia called to the guitars on the wall. Her medicine of choice was a Gretsch, but she didn't mind a Gibson. Or a Fender. 

"Do you play?" Elvis asked

"A little..." Cecelia said, a guitar pick in her mouth, trying to reach for one of the Gibson guitars on the top shelf.

"Mind if I..." Before Cecelia could respond, she was suspended mid-air and sitting on his shoulder,

 "Oh..." reaching for the guitar, she grabbed it, 

"Thanks, sugar. I mean, El, Pres." 

"No problem. Cece with an E," He put her down. And he grinned a little bit. Her skin was actually really smooth, not that he was surprised, but it was a bonus. Sitting down, she strummed the guitar as her pink-painted nails began to play a song. 

"Well, I don't care if the sun don't shine. I get my lovin' in the evening time. When I'm with my baby." Cecelia began to sing as she played the song with a more bluesy rock and roll feel. She had a jazz undertone, but to Elvis, it sounded like an Angel was singing to him and a guitar princess strumming with the way her fingers were on the fret playing. It was almost as if Cecelia were a pro, and the song Cecelia picked a classic. Elvis was enchanted, but he couldn't be. Cecelia probably saw him as a friend anyway, 

"Do you play Pres..."

"El..."

"Elvis!"

"Hmm, sorry, I-I-I was thinkin." he stuttered as Cecelia blushed. Why was he so cute and innocent? She couldn't think of him like this. He was her friend, and he probably didn't feel the same.

"Oh, I was wondering if you played guitar."

"A little." He rubbed the back of his neck, "But how about the comic book shop?" he added. He wanted to save Beale Street for later in the afternoon when the lights started to come on, and the street really came to life, 

"I'd like that," putting the guitar down. The two then walked to the comic book store, 

"So, where'd you learn to sing and play like that!"

"Well, my mother, she sings, and my daddy, when he was around, played guitar, then I learned the rest from B.B. King." She shrugged,

"A girl who enjoys good music."

"Good music, good food, and great SUPERMAN!" she rushed to the window as Elvis laughed, 

"Cece, wait up!"

"EL IT'S A NEW ISSUE."

"Superman nice... But" his eyes saw a Jay Garrick comic, he snuck off and picked it up as he showed her, all he heard was a gasp, 

"ELVIS YOU FOUND IT!"She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, a blush creeping on his face, 

"F-F-Found what?"

"The comic issue I've been lookin for! " 

"you're welcome!" there were eyes on them as Cecelia and Elvis both blushed, 

"A discount for your date there," Irene said. Irene was the daughter of the owner. She knew Elvis well, in the sense he'd buy his Captain Marvel Jr. comics here. 

"She's just a friend, Irene."

"Sugar, look what I found!

"Mhmm, a friend..." Irene smirked, "I'll ring that one up, too." she winked, walking toward the counter. 

"This one's gonna be legendary..." He looked at the comic book as she grinned, "Definitely legendary." When they left the comic shop, they walked to the car to further their adventure. As they cruised down the street, the radio had been playing Dean Martins That's Amore, in which Cecelia had taken it upon herself to croon her entire heart out as Elvis as the test subject, 

"Y-You speak Italian..."

"Well, I've sung in German, French, Italian, and Spanish," she grins, "But Sometimes I speak French." 

"I-I-I-"

" Êtes-vous d'accord, Elvis?" Cecelia leaned in,

"I don't know what you just said. Hell, it sounded pretty." Elvis's brain was short-circuiting. If she was being a flirt, then he needed to get her back for it, too. 

"You think so. I've been a little rusty and haven't been to a French restaurant in a while..." She sighed,

"You live an interestin life, Cece." 

"I try to. Sometimes, I can never sit in one place. I have to be doing somethin. You know El. Like playing violin or singin or," Elvis was listening to her. She was passionate and energetic, a fast talker when she was excited, and he loved it. 

"Am I talking top?"

"No, you're talkin just fine," opening her door, he took her hand and helped her out as she blushed. He was a gentleman, a good listener, had a keen attention to detail, and had soft yet slightly callused hands that she could admire. 

"So this is Beale Street..." She said to herself,

"Wait til you see it at 7 pm. It's only 5, so we got time to see whatever you want." 

"Hmm... Let's walk and get into some good trouble." She grinned as Elvis smirked,

"I'm beginin to really like you." he said, as Cecelia blushed, "As a friend."

"Me too, kid," she giggled. Ruffling up his hair as she laughed, 

"I-I- I ain't no kid, Cece, why I bet I'm older than you."

"When's your birthday, El," Cecelia smirked, stepping up to him,

"January 8th, 1935." he smirked as if he were right, and she would grovel at his feet and say she was, in fact, a kid, a mere worm, "What about you, huh,"

"January 7th, 1935." she grinned, 

"Damn it, guess you're the boss." He laughed as the two then came up towards a tailor shop. Elvis was standing at the window looking at the suits and the shoes, 

"Wanna go in?" Cecelia asked. Elvis looked a bit hesitant. He had always craved the look, but he knew he couldn't afford it much. 

"I can't really afford much of anything in there..."

"Elvis Aaron Presley, You are going in that store. You will try on whatever it is you want, so that way, you know what you'll want when you can," she smirked, taking him by the hand and dragging him through the doors. She was gutsy, and he liked it, 

"Excuse me, but my friend here wants to try on..." Her eyes scanned the room for the pink suit that was in the window, "That fine suit right there, if you please." she smiled,

"Of course, Ms. If you'd follow me, sir."

"Cece..."

"Trust me, you'll look great." Cecelia smiled as she sat down in the waiting area, reading the men's fashion magazines and swoony at some of the men in them. She could hear Elvis in there having a bit of a ball and commotion of the experience, a snicker leaving her lips, 

"Cece little help here!" was all she heard, and then it was,

"Well, Ms., what do you think?"

"Well...I..." The pink in the outfit brought out those electric baby blues, and the lace gave him this alluring, sultry feel. The pants gave him an essence that told him he could have anything he ever dreamed of, and suddenly, she was beginning to dream of him in broad daylight, "Well, Cece..." the sinister smirk on his face was doing something to she'd never felt before,

 "Stand up straight..." she stood up, "Well, aren't you cookin' good lookin," Cecelia smirked, looking him up and down like one would inspect a car. 

"You really think so?" He asked as he danced a little in the outfit,

"Mhmm..." Her mind was racing, but they were just friends, "You could get any girl in that."

"You should get it for your boyfriend, Ms. We'll make up a fake invoice if you want to keep you two a secret..."The clerk smirked as both Cecelia and Elvis blushed,

"Oh no, we're just friends and just browsin' around, really," Elvis said as he went to get changed back into his clothes. Cecelia was tricky to read, but he knew he'd get the gist of her. Cecelia couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach, but maybe she was just hungry. 

"You hungry?"

"Hmm, I could eat, El." she took his hand as she waved the shopkeepers goodbye, 

"So the thing about me getting any girl..."

"You could in that outfit. You just gotta be confident, you know..." She paused. There in the cafe was an array of black skin dancing and singing, having a grand time while they were enjoying their burgers and fries, 

"We can eat here if you'd like." 

"YES!" this was the life she had missed, the life Elvis had always known. 

"Hey Elvis!" some teenage girls waved at him as he waved back. 

"Hey Mildred, Shirley, Rudy," he winked as they giggled, "Who's your friend."

"Cecelia Valmos." She introduced herself as they walked over and sat down, "Oh girl, I love your hair!" one of the girls said as Cecelia grinned, 

"Thank you. I love yours, too!"

"She just moved here not too long ago." 

"You picked a good tour guide."Rudy said, "He's always here like he lives here," she chuckled, 

"Is that so."

"Girl, you should see E cut up a rug. He's like a white guy with a black soul." Shirley commented as Elvis blushed, "And when He sings..."

"Ladies, I'm right here." he blushed, getting embarrassed a bit. 

"I'll keep that in mind." she chuckled. The waitress then came by as she looked at saw Elvis, 

"Let me guess, cheeseburger, a milkshake, fries salted." she laughed, "And for you, dear?"

"Cheeseburger and a soda, please." 

"No fries?" Elvis asked,

"I'll just eat yours."

"Aw, a date?"

Elvis and Cecelia quickly shook their heads,

"We're just friends..." Cecelia said,

"For now, " the three girls had said as they went to dance with their boyfriends. Cecelia watched them as she then looked at Elvis, who was tapping his foot, 

"You wanna dance?" offering her hand out to him,

"Sure." Elvis took her hand as they went up to the jukebox. Let's have a Party was playing, and that's what Cecelia intended to do. The two were dancing together and laughing as it had clearly been the most fun the two had been having. Pulling her close and spinning her around, he was impressed with her footwork. There had been a few girls he'd danced with, but this one, for once, could keep up. He then began doing his own thing as Cecelia watched his hips. She began to be mesmerized until she joined him. Swaying her hips as Cecelia danced around him, another guy took her by the hand as they began to do the Lindy Hop, flipping her over his shoulder as Cecelia laughed. He was impressed with her courage and how much of a fun time she was. 

"HEY E CATCH!" Bernard shouted as he spun Cecelia into Elvis's arms.

Elvis caught Cecelia as he dipped her, heart racing as she looked up at him, "Nice catch..." She said as Elvis blushed, "Nice, dancin." he then walked them both to their table. Sitting down, Cecelia and Elvis ate and talked as she took some of his fries, and he took some of her pickles from her burger, 

"So, has today been fun so far," Elvis asked as Cecelia sighed.

"I don't know, I mean..."

"Yes..."

"Well..."

"Cece..."

"I've been havin a blast!" she smiled. 

"Great, 'cause now I wanna show you the true Beale Street." he smiled, clutching his heart at her reaction. 

"Is this not the real..." walking outside. Cecelia saw the city lights. They felt more comforting than New York and brighter than Paris. They felt like home. Elvis could see the sparkle in her eyes as she was mesmerized by the scene music from every street, people dancing, cars going by,

 "May I?"

"You may." Elvis took Cecelia's hand and walked with her across the street, walking by other shops and bands. Cecelia could feel that this was where music truly lived. There was a group of musicians playing as Elvis began to mumble under his breath and sing the words. Cecelia had tried to listen. 

"You know... You heard me sing..." Cecelia smirked,

"Yeah, I did..."

"it's your turn..." 

"Cece..."

"Please, Pres..."

"Cil..."

"Elvis... Elvis...Elvis." She cheered as he took a deep breath and sang along to the song. When he began to sing, it was like time stood still to try to catch up to him. He was lost in the music, dancing and almost nearly performing the song. When he had stopped, Elvis had noticed Cecelia's mouth completely wide open in shock.

"ELVIS AARON PRESLEY!!! WHY ARE YOU NOT ON THE RADIO!" Cecelia playfully shook him about. As he laughed, "Or on TV, people should have posters of your records!!" she grinned, 

"I could say the same about you," he smiled as Cecelia giggled. He was right, but she was right, too.

 "Yeah, but this is about you!"

"Well, Cil, I got terrible stage fright." He laughed, "I can't be no singer or actor with stage fright." he sighed,

"Yeah, you can. Many get nervous, too."Cecelia said as she got closer to him,

"I-I-I-I da-don't pronounce my W's right an..."

"So, you got the look, I mean behind the lanky look and the choppy colored hair... There's a star." Cecelia backed away,

"Cil..."

"Imagine it, everyone screamin Elvis Presley!" she twirled, stumbling a bit as he caught her,

"Yeah... no," He laughed. Maybe if I played football or somethin, they should be cheerin your name." he smirked, lifting her up again on his shoulders, "Cecelia Valmos, the great guitar player, the amazing singer." he looked up at her as she looked down at him both their eyes meeting, 

"Elvis Presley, the great dancer! Mover of hips and remover of panties!" she joked as Elvis turned red,

"That don't sound half bad." he laughed with her, the two heading back to his car, 

"Elvis... Are you free tomorrow?"

"I got church an work, but after that..." 

"Wanna hang out again tomorrow?" Cecelia asked,

"Sure, we could go to a park or the library, maybe we could study at my place?"

"We could do that, I could make brownies as a snack," 

"It's a done deal then Cece," he smiled driving her to her car,

"See you tomorrow El."

"Same time?"

"Same time!"

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MORE TO COME IN CHAPTER 3!