Elvis Presley Imagines

Catching on fast. (Part 2)

"No other love could be appealing... I loved you right from the start; and with each kiss I'll keep revealing the tender feeling in my heart." 

You notice him smiling at the end of the song. You clap happily, seeing him park the car in front of a fallen tree. You both stare at each other for a long minute. "You're so handsome when you smile, Elias." You tell him, smiling and taking his hand in yours. "I thought you preferred my brother." He whispers, slightly looking down. You shake your head. "Yes, Elvis and I had those intercourses but nothing happens in my heart. Yes, he's one hell of a guy; yet I don't feel anything for him. Just a huge amount of sexual desire. At least, for now." You explain, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. He pulls his hand up, kissing yours. "Well, that's nice to know, Chica." 

"Should we go?" He asks you, turning off the engine. You nod your head as he climbs off the jeep, helping you get down since there is some mud on the ground. You kiss his cheek as a sign of gratitude, then he walks over the fallen tree. You hold onto him, since you don't want to hurt yourself. He then places you back on your feet. "Tell me if you get tired." He says, slightly smiling at you. You smile back at him, holding his hand. 

You both walk up the hill, then Elias stops walking. "Hey, what happens?" You ask him, being a little confused. "There are two options, Chica. Or we go back, or we climb up this mountain real quick and get safe into that chalet up there." He tells you, frowning. You look at the chalet, then look at him. "Can you carry me on your back and climb up?" You ask him, seductively playing with your hair. You see him nodding. "Sure can. Get comfortable." He says, turning around. You jump on his back, wrapping your arms around his bust and your legs around his hips. "Ready?" He asks. "Super ready." You reply, kissing his cheek from behind. He smirks and starts climbing up the mountain, doing his best to be as quick as possible. 

You feel some shivers down your spine, your life is in his hands. You don't feel afraid or scared at all. You trust him completely, because even four days ago he saved you from a viper that was going to bite your toes. Why him and not Elvis? That's what you think. Maybe because Elias  really cares about you, unconditionally. 

You look up at the sky: it's hard and black. "Elias, quicker! I'm scared.." You whisper, your voice is trembling. "We're here, angel. We're here." He says, trying to reassure you. You gulp and bury your face in the hollow of his shoulder, not wanting to see anything. It feels like a never-ending time, you just want to be safe and have a shelter. 

"Get down now, Chica." He tells you. You climb off his back and run towards the chalet's door. You hear him slightly laughing while following you. You try to open the door, miserably failing for three times. You then give up and roll your eyes, huffing and crossing your arms. This makes him chuckle, while he pushes the door open by going against it with his shoulder. "After you, ma'am." He says, watching you walk inside.