Nessie played by Taylor Hill falls deeply in love with Elvis Presley. When she meets Elvis the man, rather than Elvis the entertainer. Everything clicks life falls in place and the star align.
A Elvis Presley / Austin Butler fanfic?!
Trigger-Warnin...
Though it was only a short 15 minutes home, I never made it home. Billy and I were on our way to Graceland.
Earlier.
"Well, Nessie someone ought to require your presence again im sure." Billy muttered motioning a background vocalist away. "Hold on a second Darcy" He muttered uninterestedly.
"Oh but, but though that is wonderful you know im not sure what exactly im need for.." I replied doubting my worths.
"Oh but, but you are. Now cmon' I don't have time for all this."He replied lowly with a smirk.
Present.
"We've arrived peach" Billy said setting his glasses on his face, though the sunset was just upon us.
"Wonderful." I said smiling down at the red roses in my lap.
Getting off the car i noticed how beautiful the house was. We started for the front door and Billy knocked. He glanced at me over his glasses, he was chewing gum loudly. He opened his mouth to say something when the door opened, and his head snapped back to Elvis who was standing in the doorway.
"Woah-h-ho hey Billy" He said not noticing me. The sunset bond sun gleaming on his skin made it glow luminously. He was still in the white suit from "If I Can Dream". It melted my heart.
"I got you these." I said sweetly, smiling at him.
"Oh." He said flustered, catching sight of me standing here. His eyes moved from mine following the flow of my soft brown hair tumbling down long past my shoulders, to the black dress i was wearing. It hugged my body almost perfectly. I loved dressing up nothing about me was kept out of order.
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Billy looked a little uncomfortable stood between us and suddenly walked away. Elvis watched after him then motioned me into the house.
The hint of cleavage, the soft taper of her waist, the unrestrained way she'd looked with her innocence. Drove Elvis insane in ways he couldn't explain.
"So." I muttered looking up at him. "These flowers," I said holding them out to him. "I wanted to thank you."
"No problem sweetheart." He said quirked smile playing on his face, charm in full flow.
"I hope you slept well." I replied softly.
"Hey," He muttered, he paused thinking for a second and bitting his pink lip. "Would you stay again? With me tonight?"
"Yes." I said sweetly.
He grabbed my hand without a second thought, he lead me up the stairs. He looked back and I smiled up at him cheekily. "Mr Presley." I gasped voice full of mock scandal. We walked into his room together, and he sat down in the chair next to his bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap, so my back was against his front.
"I'm surprised to see you again," He said lowly. "didn't realize you were- on the crew. I hope I didn't leave a poor impression."
"You? No never." I replied sweetly.
"I didn't do anything.." He trailed off. "You know embarrassin'? Those sleeping pills the Doc gave me they mess with my head sometimes."
"No, no honey you didn't." I said. "But I- uh I wanna try something new." I muttered.
"Mm yea? Whats that Sunshine?" He questioned lowly in his sexy accent.
