Surprise! An Elvny Oneshot

Surprise!

(minor swearing and mention of some intimacy. rated pg)

(set during series 5)

"Cridlington, where the devil is my tea??" Station Officer Steele demanded, "I've been waiting for the past 20 minutes!" 

"Sorry Sir..." came the sheepish response. Elvis entered a moment later. He looked a little worried, running his fingers through his ever neat jet black pompadour.

"I say, what's got you in a fuss, Cridlington?" Steele asked as he grabbed the paper and Elvis got the kettle, "you look like you've seen a ghost!"

"No, I'm fine Sir," Elvis answered, quietly pouring the tea, "I-I just had to go to the bathroom, but Sam was in there."

Steele could detect the lie. He had been in the army for several years before joining the fire service, so he could practically smell when something was false.

"I dare say, Cridlington," he finally spoke up, "if it's Firefighter Morris who's got you smitten, then you better damn well tell her how you feel, because it's driving old Sam and I up the wall."

Elvis blushed and looked at his mentor, the tea stream nearly missing the cup, "oh no Sir! It's not that! I swear it's not!"

"Cridlington, you're a terrible liar," Steele said as he looked deeper into the paper, so much so that it was practically covering his face, "now finish pouring my tea, lad."

"Yes Sir."

Later that day...

Elvis blushed as he saw Penny. So radiant. So beautiful. So brave. His heart beat louder and his cheeks turned bright red at the mere mention of her name.

She turned and caught him staring. He quickly blushed and tried to hide behind something, but failed miserably.

She giggled, "oh, Elvis. Getting yourself into trouble again, I see."

"Uh, no!" he stuttered out, his cheeks turning even redder, "I was just-uh-ah-admiring the view! Very nice day, you know. Ought to go outside. Yes! That's what I'll do! Go outside! I'll-"

Penny grabbed him presently and pulled him close. She could smell him now, his cleanness, the faint sent of the gel that he always used to keep his pompadour neat. God, how she wanted to reach out and touch it, to stroke it gently, to play with it, to mess it up; to run her hands down his chest and tell him that she loved him...

"P-Penny," Elvis cleared his throat, "wh-what do you want?"

"You."

Elvis turned brick red, "no. You can't want me. I'm too ugly and stupid for you."

"Don't say that!" Penny yelped in response, "you're the handsomest man in the village, in all of Wales!"

"But I'm stupid!"

"You're naive and young," Penny said, stroking the center of his chest, "you don't know much."

"You're literally 3 years younger than me!"

"Okay, you need to study more," Penny said, grabbing him by the shirt collar and pulling him even closer, "but the fact is, I love you, and I need you for my own."

Elvis broke out into a sweat. Was he dreaming? What was happening to him right now?

"Penny..." he finally whispered, "I-I love you too... for a long time... from the moment I-I-"

"Me too," Penny said as she pulled him into a kiss. Elvis was a little surprised but soon melted into it. He finally parted his lips from hers and said, "I-I can't do this anymore... I want you... I need you... will you be my girlfriend?"