Elvis One Shots/Imagines

I'll Remember You Pt 2 / Cotton Candy Land - Elvis

A/N : no smutty part 3, letting you know ahead of time before all the comments are asking for a part 3

You did exactly as Elvis asked, standing towards the back of the makeshift theatre as his presence became all consuming. He sang, moved, thrusted and sent each every girl into a frenzy at his motions. Then he gave a grateful bow and disappeared behind the curtain as the women screamed. You almost instantly slipped through the back, hoping to catch a glimpse of Elvis.

You didn't know where to meet him, he hadn't asked that much. He had just wanted to see you and you wanted to see him. Your hair was done up in soft curls, pinned away from your face and you wore a flattering dress that spun around your knees. Walking nonchalantly so as to not appear desperate you looked around the carnival for Elvis Presley. But you didn't know where he could be.

Thoughts of his performance flashed in your mind, his earnestness in each note and the way his body literally transformed to the music. He was a certain type of drug you couldn't get enough of, and even as you absentmindedly walked through the carnival you found yourself murmuring the song he sang tonight. It was different than last night's 'Baby, Let's Play House.' Tonight he sang 'Blue Suede Shoes' which you probably liked a little more.

You held your hands behind your back as you walked, deciding to just enjoy the attractions of the night even if you found Elvis or not. Under your breath in a quiet, soft voice you echoed the lyrics of the song, "well, you can knock me down, step in my face. Slander my name all over the place. Do anything that you want to do. But uh-uh honey, lay off of my shoes."

A hand on your shoulder made you jump, making a small squealing noise of surprise. When you turned, Elvis was chuckling at your reaction and offered a Pepsi.

"Hi Y/N," he said, his eyes twinkling.

"You remember me."

"Of course I remember you, I promised didn't I?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You held the Pepsi in your hands, looking at him in utter surprise. You'd looked for him and been hoping to see him, but a large part of you doubted he'd even remember who you were, much less your name.

He started to walk down the path, gesturing for you to come with him. You walked in amiable silence for a minute or two before he said, "you know I always seem to catch you singing my songs."

You flushed, "they're very catchy."

"You liked the show?" Elvis asked.

"I wasn't lying yesterday. I'd watch just about a thousand of 'em."

He tried to hide it with a subtle neck scratch, but you saw the tips of his ears grow pink at your compliment. You looked around and saw one of the carnival games, the type that has you throwing rings around milk bottles. You asked Elvis if he wanted to do it with you, and he nodded.

It wouldn't take long for you to discover that the art of carnival games was not one you possessed, though Elvis wasn't much better than you. His tosses were close but he only landed around one of them, earning a small bouncy ball you quickly lost when he told you to toss it against a brick wall. It bounced off and went into a bush, and neither of you cared enough to search.

Then he decided the next attraction, going for a game where you had to slam a mallet down to try and reach a goal. You went first, your swing pathetic.

"You gotta go harder, doll."

You propped a hand on your hip, leaning on the mallet with a sarcastic expression, "oh really now?"

"Here, I'll help," he smirked, coming over to you. His arms came around your arms, his large hands covering yours around the handle of the mallet. Your back was against his chest and his sweetly floral scent covered your senses. Subconsciously, you arched your back a little and your bodies seemed to touch even more. You tried to ignore the feeling of excitement than ran up and down your spine as his fingers tightened on the mallet, and subsequently your hands.

"Relax baby girl," Elvis practically purred in your ear as he lifted the mallet and slammed it onto the target with you. The winning bells went off and you knew that not a single ounce of that win was from your strength, but Elvis let you pick out the prize.

You picked a fluffy teddy bear, saying that the lion nor the tiger were what you were looking for. Elvis walked with you, getting you a lemonade before you even had the chance to say you were thirsty.

The two of you sat on a bench, the teddy bear between you. Elvis's arm was resting on the back and his fingers gently grazed the bare skin of your shoulder, "I picked the last thang, your turn."

"What?"

"I chose the mallet game, you pick the next one."

"Anything?" You asked with a cocked eyebrow. Elvis looked playfully apprehensive but nodded.

You took his hand, practically sprinting to the face paint. Elvis groaned, saying that stuff never washed off but you reminded him it was your turn.

Once sat you told the woman to give Elvis a large green dinosaur on his cheek and he, in retribution, said to cover your face with dinosaur tracks. The woman doing the face paintings did not seem to enjoy your antics, but she promptly covered half of his face with a roaring Tyrannosaurus Rex and your cheeks with footprints.

You laughed at the sight of the creature on Elvis's face, his whole appearance slightly warbled with the face paint. He pinched your cheek in playful response and you swatted him away, saying, "Your turn!"

Elvis looked around before deciding he wanted an elephant ear. He got one for the two of you to share, before taking your hand and bringing you to the Ferris wheel. You climbed onto the seat next to him, leaning into his body for warmth as a cold wind started to softly blow.

As the Ferris wheel started to move and climb higher, away from the ground, Elvis looked at you with a certain fondness in his eyes. He brought a hand to cup your face, thumb running under your bottom lip.

"You've got cinnamon on your nose," he said in an almost whisper.

"Mm," was all you could manage, blinking up at him with wide eyes. Elvis leaned slowly, giving you time to stop him, and kissed the sugar off the tip of your nose.

When he parted he stayed close to your face, asking in a hoarse voice, "may I kiss you, Y/N?"

"Yes, Elvis."

He didn't waste time, his lips immediately captured yours with his own. The cinnamon and sugar of the elephant ear made his kiss all the sweeter, and his soft lips felt like heaven. He was gentle and giving, listening to all your reactions and leaning on what you liked. His teeth nipped your bottom teeth and you moaned a little at the feeling, his tongue sliding into your mouth.

His kiss was everything. He was all consuming. You knew in that exact moment that you'd become addicted to his drug, needing it in your veins at any moment possible. You pulled him closer, needing him to just be near you. He made you delirious and needy and it was the most tantalizing of feelings.

When you broke for air, Elvis looked at you with wide blue eyes. He seemed surprised and you could feel his arousal against you.

"Well damn little mama," he murmured, hand running down your arm lightly. His touch was electric. You giggled, going in for another kiss before realizing the Ferris wheel was about to stop. You tried to contain your disappointment, but Elvis didn't. He pulled you from the cart and seemed to be looking around for another place to continue this in private.

You spotted a dark tent that seemed clear labelled 'Cotton Candy Land' and playfully pulled Elvis in with you. His hands quickly settled on your waist, fingers tightly squeezing as he kissed you with all the passion of the night. You giggled into the kiss, leaning into the complete bliss of the evening.