✨Elvis Presley IMAGINES✨

Honeymoon

*YOUR POV*

You were happily laid on your beach towel, sunning
yourself in the sun's hot rays as the calming sound
of the waves lulled you to sleep. This was exactly
what you needed after the last 72 hours.

A sudden cloud blocked the sun, putting a frown on
your face, dampening your mood slightly. It was
meant to be sunny all day.

"Don't frown, love." Elvis  muttered making you
jump
You opened your eyes to find it was in fact him
above you with his camera and not a potential rain
cloud. "Honey," You lightly scolded him, tapping his
leg to get him to move. "You're blocking the sun."

Elvis chuckled, stepping to the side. "Sorry, darlin"
He smiled as he sat himself beside you. "You just
looked so beautiful laid there and I thought, I must
get a picture of my beautiful 'wife'." He grinned at
you, making you blush,

"Stop calling me that." U said with a giggle.

Elvis began frowning. "Why? You are my wife, are
you not?"

You nodded letting out a soft sigh pushing yourself
up. "Yes, but we've not even been married three
days yet and you've called me it about a billion
times." You smiled, reaching up to brush some of
his hair back from his face.
"You'll tire of it soon."

"I could never, Mrs, Presley," Elvis smiled proudly
and leaned forwards, pressing his lips to yours in a
loving kiss.

It intended to be a soft kiss but like all the others
you've shared since saying 'I do' the passion and
love began to take over. Elvis laid you down as he
slid his tongue into your mouth, deepening
your kiss. Your hand slid under his opened shirt
and over his skin until you could lightly scratch
your nails across his back. He moaned into your
mouth as he slowly began to run his rough
fingertips up your bare thigh, the sun's heat given
your skin a warm feeling.
You pulled back reluctantly needing to breath, smiling blissfully up at Elvis.
"Here's an idea," Elvis began as he lightly trailed
patterns over you skin. "How about we head back
to the hotel, and get some practise in, you know for
when we decide to have kids." He grinned cheekily
at you.
You burst out laughing at him, making him grin
even more. "Practice? Really?"

Elvis nodded with a chuckle. "You know what they
say, practice makes perfect." He winked, making
you giggle and burry your head in his chest.

You nodded smiling.
"I guess we do want them
perfect, don't we?" You gave him a kiss.

Elvis smiled softly as he brushed a strand of your
hair back. "With you as their mother, they will be.'
"Then they'll be twice as perfect with you as their
Father."
Elvis grinned. "Well," He shot up from the sand,
pulling you up with him before throwing you over
his shoulder, making you scream out a laugh. "We
better get practicing then."
You laughed and shouted, scolding him about
leaving your forgotten beach towel as he walked
towards the hotel.
Elvis  just smiled and nodded. "Yes, wife....."