𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋
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In which, a young girl who's one of two of the Beaulieu sisters meets a hip thrusting singer. her sister shows much interest in elvis, while sophia does not...
DONT BE CRUEL x elvis presley
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── THE ROOMWAS quiet, not perfectly quiet but enough to make Sophia sweat. She admired the room, slowly making her way to the leather chair which perfectly overlooked the front yard. Sophia could still hear the faint yelling of the girls outside, all hoping to catch a glimpse of the young star. She turns her nose up at the disgraced bra ok the leather chair, pinching it with both fingers and placing it in the floor beside the chair. Mr Presley had some explaining to do... She felt like she'd been sitting on Elvis' chair forever, nothing had crossed her mind on how this might be wrong... this was Priscilla's situationship for god sakes!
Sophia looked at his room, the carefully folded clothes on his dresser to the dreamy white curtain which kept his room private from the onlooking eyes of the girls out front, a few records are scattered on the floor around a small record player and a small picture of an older woman sat on the bedside table a few steps away from Sophia.
The music floods in as the door opens swiftly, a very tired yet still charming looking Elvis walks into the room. Closing the door as quick as it was opened.
"I'm sorry my rooms such a mess," Elvis smiles, walking over the the closet beside Sophia, "Joe was up here earlier, doing god knows what..."
Sophia leans over to pick up the pink bra from the floor, "I don't think this is Joes somehow..." She smiles her eyes half open and a sarcastic tone rose.
Elvis went a bright red, his eyes widening at the discarded object. The red and black material of the undergarment haunted him.
Quickly grabbing the bra and throwing it into the closet, "I- uh guess not..." He chuckles and shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck with his eyebrows lifted.
"I suppose that's what you like doing in your free time." Sophia teases more, her smile deepening at the reddening of his soft face.
He shakes his head and stifles a laugh, hiding his red face from her. Turning back to his closet, deciding on a shirt he wanted to wear. He pulls the hanger out and takes the soft cotton shirt in one hand. He turns away from Sophia and quickly pulls his shirt off, any other remark died on Sophia's tongue. Her whole body feeling hot.
"I should give... uh- you some privacy." Sophia immediately lurches out of the leather chair, her cheeks hot, she places her hands in her cheeks as she try's to walk out of the room.
"Don't leave, I'm just changing' my shirt." He smirks, placing his discarded shirt onto the dresser beside him, he promptly holds the shirt in on hand while his chest is still bare, "You can sit. Its alright, you don't need to be nervous." He places Sophia down on the bed, trying to ease her racing mind, "I ain't gonna hurt ya Sophia."
