1964
"Drive-in movie!"
Warnings: Language, Fingering, oral (female receiving)
"This movie is extremely boring. . ."
Y/N and Elvis were spending the evening at a drive-in movie in Memphis in attempt to spend some time together away from Graceland. Elvis had been away for the past two months and has arrived back only days before, and the two made a promise to spend more time together.
There they were, parked in a baseball field along with the rest of the people who came to watch the movie, hiding out in a tinted-window car that Colonel Tom Parker thought necessary for when Elvis was trying to live a normal life.
Y/N tried to watch the movie, but it was too boring and with Elvis staring and watching her, it made it ten times more difficult.
Elvis watched her, pursing his lips. The man turned his head to look towards the screen on the field.
"You like this movie?" Elvis asked in surprise.
"If I watch it long enough, maybe I'll find it interesting."
The man laid his head back against the seat as he drew in a breath. "I can think of a lot of interesting things to do right now."
Y/N rolled her eyes. "Oh, really? Like what?"
Leaning forward, Elvis reached out and placed his hand on Y/N's thigh. The woman moved her eyes down to where his hand laid, pinching the brown material of her skirt between his fingers.
As he gently squeezed her thigh, she inhaled as she tried to push aside the tingling that began between her thighs.
"A lot of things, honey." He said, massaging her thigh. Y/N leaned farther into the seat as she finally looked to him. His eyes, a sparkling blue that always left her breathless, bored into hers as he waited for her reaction.
Elvis moved his hand beneath her skirt, and she moved forward. "Elvis, there are people all around us—"
"Nobody's gonna see us or hear us." Elvis said as he shifted in the front seat. "Come here."
Y/N allowed Elvis to pull her body towards his, and she sat with her legs drawn across the front seat with his own. Pressing her back to his chest, Elvis pressed one hand to her stomach, the other still on her thigh.
The woman eased at his touch, listening to the sound of the movie playing in the background as his fingers skimmed across her soft skin before slipping it between her thighs.
"Do you still wanna watch your movie, honey?" Elvis asked, his voice barely a whisper as he pressed his lips to her ear. He pressed his fingers to her underwear, feeling the dampness she gave him.
"You're distracting me." Y/N whispered. She unintentionally parted her knees as he rubbed her through her underwear.
"Good," he said. Elvis pushed his hand through her underwear and stroked her immediately. Y/N gasped, gripping the back of the seat as he massaged her clit. The woman began to breathe heavily as he kissed her neck, hooking his fingers.
""Oh. . ." She moaned as he ran his fingers over the ridges if her entrance. Elvis slipped his free hand beneath her blouse, pressing it firmly over her breast. As he gave it a tight squeeze, he pinched her nipple between his fingers as he slipped a finger inside of her.
