In which Elvis is a doctor for this chapter ;)
Warnings: Language, fingering, sex
It had been a busy evening in the Presley household. With many in-office visits to the home for clinical check-ups, Y/N spent all evening helping her husband with the patients that walked in.
Elvis pulled the stethoscope from his neck as he listened to the woman's heartbeat before him. Y/N watched as she took in a few deep breaths, until he pulled away.
"Your chest is clear, your lungs are clear. I think you, miss, have a mild cold. I'll get you some cough medicine for that, and you should feel better within a few days."
She nodded. "Thank you, sir."
Elvis glanced to Y/N, who was wrapping a little boy's ankle with bandage after suffering from a mild sprain. As she finished, she helped him stand carefully.
"Try not to put too much weight on this ankle, okay? And make sure you're elevating it. With ice. Doctor's orders."
"Yes, ma'am."
As the two exited the clinic, Elvis closed the doors and locked it. He listened to the sound of Y/N, humming as she cleaned up inside of the exam room.
Standing in the doorway, Elvis watched as she moved around and cleaned the surfaces, the tools and even the chairs. As she cleaned, she hummed a familiar song, Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers.
His lips twitched, forming a dull smirk as he watched her. She was beautiful, wiping clean whatever with her rag and cleaner.
As she turned around, she noticed Elvis standing in the doorway. Blushing, Y/N set the cleaner and the rag down.
"I didn't know you were there," she stated as he walked in slowly.
"Don't stop in my account." Elvis said as he walked towards her. The woman bit her lip as she wrung her rag out over the sink.
"Why, so I can embarrass myself even more?"
The man placed his hands on her waist. "So I can see these hips of yours move."
Y/N bit down on her lip as she pressed her back to his torso. "Doctor, I think I'm coming down with something."
"Oh, yeah?" He murmured in her ear. The girl nodded.
"I think you should check me out." She whispered as he squeezed her. "I'm starting to have some chest pains."
Elvis nipped at the skin of her neck. "Well, clinic's closed, but I'll make an exception for my wife."
Y/N huffed as he lifted her onto the counter, molding himself between her legs. Y/N placed her hands on his sides, fiddling with the white material of his shirt.
As their noses brushed, Elvis pecked her lips softly before slipping his hand up her spine. "And where does it hurt?"
Y/N raised her hand to her chest. "Right here, doctor. . . I think you should check it out."
Elvis watched as his wife pried open her blouse, exposing her breasts to his eyes as she arched her spine. She reached for his hand, pressing it firmly to her chest, just above her heart. Elvis watched her as he throbbed, his pants growing tighter by the second.
