Their Latest Flames.: E.P. Fan Fiction.

Silve's Short Story Four: Ever Gentle On My Mind.

I awoke to gentle finger tips running along my cheek. His blue eyes were tender and gentle. He looked angry but he was trying to best to conceal it. His eyes were red and his cheeks looked raw. He was all together miserable. In the back of the room, the shades had been drawn allowing the gloomy afternoon light to stream into the room.

"What time is it?"

"6:30. You must have slept all day. Are you going to come with me or not?" He asked.

"To where exactly Elvis?" I peered up at him from under the covers. He pushed me aside and crawled into the bed beside me. One slim arm hooked around my body and pulled me into him. He was warm and it felt wonderful.

"To Hollywood, baby." He breathed against my ear.

"I guess.. but if we stay like this I may not wanna go anywhere." I warned.

He laughed softly, his chest shaking as he did so. "Don't get to comfortable. Once you are, then I will be too." He teased.

"I'm not protesting. I vote we make ourselves comfortable. We could just sleep the rest of the day away."

"I like that idea but alas, I am a star. I have a movie to do and you are coming too. So come on, get up or I will take you in my pajama top and your underwear." He teased, scooping me up from the bed and raising to his feet.

"Put me down!" I demanded, flailing my limbs. He laughed slightly and dropped me onto the bed. I gasped with shook, my limbs flailing and landing on the bed beside me. I stared wide eyed with shock. "What was that for?" I demanded. He merely smiled.

"Come on, get dressed."

"In what?" I pouted.

He spun around and looked me over and then a smug smile crossed his lips. He had something in mind. He disappeared into his closet and returned with a pink button down shirt and a white skirt and threw them to me. "Now get dressed."

I scooped the clothes up gingerly, my facial expression was questioning but he only smiled. "Change or I am going to take you in what you're wearing." He teased.

I stared at the pink fabric in my hands, my brow furrowed. "Got anything less Grammy-ish? You saw my style. Rockabilly. Hillbilly."

He rolled his eyes and snatched the fabric from me. Another trip into the closet that seemed to have no end. I worked quickly to pull the tight fitting skirt onto my body. It came to my knees and squeezed my delicate body showing all my curves in the right places. I stumbled to a mirror and looked my lower half over. Wide hips and a tiny waist just like my mother. Elvis startled me when he cleared his throat. I turned to see him holding out a white button down with flared sleeves. I bit my lip and snatched the shirt from him. He pointed me in the direction of the bathroom and I stomped away. The shirt fit like a glove. I looked myself over, sighing loudly. I looked like a whore but I had to keep in mind this is what Elvis liked to see his girls in. I buttoned the shirt slightly to show off some cleavage and when I reentered Elvis' room he was standing there with a neatly wrapped box covered in blue wrapping paper in his hand that had a gold bow on top. I could only assume the contents of the box was a necklace or a bracelet. He held it out to me and smiled sweetly. I took it shyly and checked it over, running my fingers over it. 

"What's this for?" I asked.

"Just open it." He said, eyeing me. A small smile spread over his perfect lips.

I stared hesitantly and then carefully moved away the blue paper. My eyes scanned the slim black satin box. Along the opening it was lined with gold. My eyes traveled back to Elvis who was standing bashfully looking at me. His icy hues hinted of excitement. I cocked my head and he motioned to me to open the box. My curiosity stirred when he did that and I pushed the black lid back. Inside a silver rope chain necklace stared back at me. The pendent was a small but cleanly cut diamond heart. My jaw slacked.