Loving You

Chapter Five

August 14, 1956 12 PM

*Elvis POV*

Jessica and I finished breakfast a little while ago, now I'm doing the dishes. She offered to do them, but I refused, so now she's reading. I finish with the last pan, walk over to the sofa, and sit down next to her. "Is that a good book?" She glances up at me and nods, "I haven't read it yet, so I was wondering."

Jessica sets the book down and turns towards me, "It's a pretty good story."

"Which one is it again?"

"The City and the Stars," she takes my hand in hers. "Thank you for breakfast."

I smile at her, "Did you get enough to eat?"

"I did, but did you? You ate most of what you made."

I chuckle, "Yes darlin', I did get enough."

She leans over and kisses my cheek. "You didn't have to do dishes. I would have been happy to do them, since you cooked."

"I did this for you, and you're a guest in my place, so why would I expect you to do the dishes?" She nuzzles her face into my neck, "Plus, you can make it up to me later."

Jessica chuckles, "I suppose I'll have to." She wraps her arms around me, "But I just wanna stay like this for a bit."

I pull her legs into my lap and wrap my arms around her, "That's fine darlin'. I'd rather stay like this too."

We lay there for about half an hour not saying anything, just holding each other close; it was nice. Jessica presses her lips to my neck, surprising me. She kisses twice, then trails them up to my jaw and then to my mouth. Her hands pan across my chest, which was still bare from this morning. She slips her tongue into my mouth and climbs on my lap. Honestly, I was a little surprised. I know we started something this morning, but I wasn't expecting her to continue it. Wait, did she just- before I could finish my thought, her hips buck against mine again, causing a surprised gasp to escape my mouth. I gaze at her as she grinds against me, "There goes the peaceful moment."

She giggles and looks into my eyes, "Do you have a problem with this mister Presley?"

Do you hear the way she just said that? "I mean, not really. It's just, I was kinda enjoyin' the quiet moment between us," my hands rest against her sides as I look up at her. "But, I like this also," I say, smiling at her.

"I'll make you like it even more."

I cock an eyebrow at her, "What d'ya mean?"

"Well, you know how this morning Joe walked in when we were just about to go somewhere together?" I nod. "See, you threw your pants on and that was all," she kisses me deeply, "I threw my dress on, and that was all." She smirks at me.

"So, you mean to tell me that all through breakfast and everything, you went without any underwear on?" She nods then kisses my neck, "See, I just don't believe that." I really do believe her, but I've gotta tease her.

"I'll prove it." My eyes follow Jessica's hands as she lowers them to the hem of her dress. "Give me your hand," she says playfully through a sexy grin. I do as she says, and she lifts up her skirt just enough to place my hand underneath. Slowly, she guides it until it's met with warmth. I look up at her, without pulling my hand away.

"Okay, I believe you." With my free hand, I reach up and pull her towards me, and kiss her passionately. Unsure of what to do, I pull my hand out from under the skirt of her dress and place it against her ribcage. Suddenly, she pushes away from me and runs towards the bathroom. I stand and follow her, the door slamming just as I reach it. "Darlin', are you gonna be alright?" The sound of vomit reaching the porcelain bowl strikes my ears, and I knock on the door gently. "Honey, we ain't gotta do that anymore," she opens the door and passes me. I follow her and sit next to her on the couch.