Loving You

Chapter Seven

August 16, 1956

*Jessica POV*

I wake up and look around, Elvis was laying next to me, snoring softly. After I brought him in here last night, we made love for hours. It was intense, and very passionate. The best part is: I didn't feel sick the entire time. It was one of the best experiences of my life, not that I'm hoping it'll be a continued thing; I'd be foolish to hope that I'll never feel sick again. But I'll forever hold onto last night as a light spot in all of the darkness that surrounds my life. Sure, when we made love the other day it was special, but nowhere near as special as last night. It was hurried, and awkward, for me at least. But last night was really really special. I felt highs like I've never known, and Elvis really cherished my body. He took his time, making sure to pleasure my body before his own. He was careful, giving me his very best, but in a way that wasn't going to hurt me later.

Elvis stirs in his sleep ever so slightly, and I smile down at him. How was I blessed with a man like this? His proclamation last night meant the world to me. I could tell by the emotion in his voice, that he really meant every word he said, and the tears in his eyes really proved it to me. After seeing him in such a delicate state, I needed him to make love to me. I'm glad we did. It was tender, and passionate, and something I hope every woman experiences at least once in her life, with someone really special to her of course. I lay back against my pillow and close my eyes. A moment later, my hand is lifted from the bed and pressed against Elvis' lips. I turn my head to him, greeting his smiling face, "Good mornin' darlin'." He rolls closer to me, wraps his arms around me, and pulls me tight against him.

"Good morning," I smile at him and kiss his cheek.

"I hope ya slept well last night. I know that I did." He plants gentle kisses across my cheek, stopping at my nose.

I smile at him, "I slept very well last night. You kind of wore me out."

He chuckles and gazes at me, "That was my plan darlin'." He finds my lips with his and kisses me tenderly. We lay there together kissing the morning away, completely unaware that neither of us was wearing anything. I work my fingers into his messy hair while we kiss. Though we both had bad morning breath, neither of us seemed to care. We only parted when a knock sounded at the hotel door. "I'll go get it darlin'. Uh, hold my place." He smiles at me as he climbs off the bed and wraps his robe around himself. He walks to the door and opens it, I don't hear the conversation he's having with the mystery person.

"Jessica?" I hear a voice call out. I climb out of bed and put my robe on, then exit the bedroom to find my father standing there.

"Daddy? What are you doing here? Actually a better question is, how did you get up here?" Instinctively I tighten my robe.

"I told the lady at the front desk that my daughter was staying with Elvis Presley, she gave me the room number immediately." His eyes scan over our robed figures and mussed up hair, "I didn't wake the two of you up, did I?"

Elvis glances at me, then speaks up, "Y-yes sir, you did."

"Oh, I apologize. I only came to find out if the two of you wanted to go eat with Regina and I." Just then, my mother makes her way down the hall. She steps through the open door, closing it behind her, and looks over Elvis and I.

"Mike woke you two up, didn't he?" We nod together, "I told him he should have waited a little longer, but he insisted on coming over now." She lightly smacks my father on the arm, "Did he ask you about breakfast yet?"

"Yes ma'am. He just asked," Elvis turns to me. "I'm okay with goin' as long as you go."

I smile and look at my parents, "Give us some time to get ready, and we'll meet you down in the lobby." My parents smile, then exit the room. As soon as the door's closed, Elvis grabs me and kisses me tenderly. I smile as we part, then walk to the bathroom. I turn around in the doorway and playfully smile at him. When I'm sure I have his attention, I drop my robe and disappear into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.