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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TW: S/A
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── ELVIS PLAYED THE piano, singing a few deep notes of the ballad he sang with such passion. He glanced at Sophia at the corner of his eye, watching the corners of her mouth slowly rise at the last few dying notes. Everyone clapped and cheered including Sophia who's cheeks were on fire at the sheer look Elvis was shooting her way.
He sauntered over, settling himself beside Sophia smelling the sweet candy sent of her perfume. "Hi doll." He wrapped a limp arm around Sophia, nuzzling his nose into her neck.
"Elvis!" She squirms with a bubbly laugh, "What if someone sees us!"
"Who cares, let 'em see." He lifts his head to plant a not so subtle kiss on her cheek.
"E..." her eyes firmly pressing closed with her light giggles. Her eyes open just in time to see a long faced Dean.
Oh shit.
"E..." She began, "Elvis."
Her firm tone snapped Elvis out of his flirty haze, he pulled his head away from her. Looking at her worried eyes, her sudden shift in tone putting him on edge. He followed her gaze to the blonde haired boy who's eyes were glued to the pair.
"He don't look too happy." Elvis chucked under his breath.
"It's not funny!" Sophia exclaimed quietly, her eyebrows drawing together, "We should be more careful, this isn't fair to him... or Cilla."
Elvis glanced down at her big worried doe eyes and the low frown pursed on her pouty lips, slowly his eyes softened.
"You're right baby, go on upstairs. I'll be right behind you." He tuts, his voice gentle but still heavily accented.
"Upstairs?" She questions leaning away from Elvis and giving him a spectacle look, "I'm not sleeping with you."
"Who said I wanted to sleep with you?" He smirks watching Sophia's face change drastically, "Baby, I just wanna talk, and upstairs is the only place we can talk alone."
Sophia nods in understanding, Dean watches callously from across the room and his jaw grinds at his building anger.
Sophia slipped out of the room unnoticed by most, she ringed her hands nervously. Her lacy pink dress floating behind her with each step til she reached the first door on the left. The whole room smelt like Elvis, the essence of him pulling her in like a warm embrace. She closed the door quietly behind her from a few wandering eyes in the hallway, the quiet and serenity of the room eased her racing mind.
