It's Up To You

Chapter 37

Elvis and I laid in bed, we had just made love. The only thing covering our bodies were the sheets. That's also what was holding us together. I placed a cigarette between my lips then cupped my hand around it, lighting it. Elvis looked to me with a risen brow as I blew out into the air.

"Since when did you smoke?" Elvis asked with a risen brow.

"Since I got with you." I answered then took another long drag. Holding the cigarette near Elvis, I offered him a drag. He shook his head no, then got up out of bed. I watched his bare ass as he walked across the room to the bathroom. "When is she getting out?"

"Getting out?" Elvis asked, his back turned to me as he faced the toilet in the bathroom. I could hear liquid trickling into the toilet below.

"Elvis, you know exactly what I mean. I'm home, I'm here, we're fine— she leaves." I explained, sitting up with my back against the bedpost. I covered my breasts by holding the bedsheet to my chest.

"Well, I can't exactly get rid of her." Elvis told me as he washed his hands. I squinted with the cigarette between my two fingers, blowing a puff of smoke.

"And why is that?" I asked him. He began walking back in the room, his long, limp member swaying in front of him as he walked.

"I already told you, she has no place to stay." Elvis sat on the bed by my feet. He rubbed my feet as he sat next to them, his affections didn't distract me from the conversation.

"Then get her a hotel room." I crossed my arms. Elvis gave me a pout.

"You're gonna make her get a hotel? She's in a place she doesn't even know and she's all alone." Elvis turned to me as he sat there on the edge of the bed.

"You had me shacked up in a hotel." I reminded him of when he first invited me to Memphis. Suddenly I remembered being locked up in that hotel with Ricky, the memories felt like they were so long ago.

"That was to be appropriate for my mother, I'm a grown man now and I don't need to answer to anybody." Elvis leaned his elbows on his knees in front of him.

"Fine." I answered, putting the cigarette out on the bedside table. The embers caused a dark circle to form on the wood. Then, I crawled over to where Elvis sat, laying down resting my head on his lap. "But whenever you feel she's had the Presley Experience— she has to go back."

"Deal." He chuckled as he softly stroked my curled baby hairs. "So what did you and Ricky do when you were over there anyway?"

"You know what we did." I answered as Elvis slowly began to run his finger down the valley of my breasts.

"Besides that. Anything else?" Elvis asked me, cupping my breast. Suddenly, I realized exactly what was going on with him.

"You're worried I'm emotionally involved, aren't you?" I laughed at Elvis. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Huh?" Elvis placed his hand on my ribcage. "Come on, Lauren, don't get out of hand."

"That's exactly it." I sat up with a smile then wrapped my arms around Elvis' neck. "You want my heart all to yourself."

"I just had you." He reminded me, placing his hand on my inner thigh. I rolled my eyes, then got off of the bed to stand in front of him. With my hands on my hips, I stood in a domineering stance.

"Elvis." I said in a serious tone. His eyes scaled up and down my body. "When are we going to get serious?"

"When bats fly out of that ass." Elvis reached over and smacked my ass. I rolled my eyes as he brought me to straddle his lap. I was tired of Elvis not taking me seriously, I wanted things to get to the next level. His smile faded when he realized I wasn't joking.

"Well, we're fine just the way we are, aren't we?" Elvis asked as he looked up at me sitting on his lap. "We're great, we're groovy."

"I want marriage Elvis, I told you that from the jump." I reminded him. He shook his head then shut his eyes, leaning into kiss me. Before our lips could touch, loud music spread throughout the house.

Elvis and I got on our matching robes and walked downstairs. Priscilla was blasting music through the stereo speakers, obviously trying to disturb Elvis and I.

"I love The Temptations." Elvis smiled then began singing along to The Way You Do The Things You Do.

He walked over to Priscilla who had begun to sway to the music, then they began moving together. I stood with a scowl on my face, watching the two of them horse around.

"Elvis." I interjected. After clearing his throat, he made his way back over to me.

"Come on, we might as well be a good host and hostess while she's here." Elvis said to me over the music. Priscilla couldn't hear our conversation since she stood next to the speakers, but by the smile on her face I could tell she knew exactly what was being said.

"A good hostess? I never asked to be a hostess." I looked up at Elvis. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, looking back at Priscilla.

"You love this song. Why don't you enjoy it?" Elvis asked me, diverting the subject. I wore a scowl, but Elvis placed an arm at the small of my back and held my hand with the other, then began to dance with me.

"Elvis—" I protested as he playfully began dancing with me.

"As pretty as you are... You know you could've been a flower" Elvis sang as he moved my feet along with his. Suddenly, there was a record scratch. His demeanor immediately changed, he quickly let me go and turned to face Priscilla. "What are you trying to do? Break the thing?"

"I decided the song was over." Priscilla crossed her arms with her lips pierced. Elvis swiftly walked to the turntable and placed the needle back on the 45.

"The song isn't over until I say it's over." Elvis mumbled. The music was muffled and repetitive now, the line you know repeatedly played over and over. "Now you scratched it!"

"I'm sorry." Priscilla cried out.

"No you're not!" Elvis shouted at her. "You can't come into this house and start breaking things just because you're angry!"

"Well then maybe I shouldn't have come!" Priscilla shouted. The whole time, I wore a smile as I watched their argument. That's exactly what that little twerp deserved.

"I'm gonna go and take a shower." I announced, then walked out as they continued arguing. Walking into the bathroom upstairs, I shut the bathroom door. Finally I could relax and jump in the shower, knowing that by the time I got out, Priscilla would probably be gone. In the bathroom my mind drifted to Ricky, wondering what he was doing.