Y/N HUDSON
NOVEMBER 8, 1957
You were in Honolulu for two shows Elvis had to do in Hawaii. Everything had actually been smooth back at home, well on your end. Elvis had called you about a week ago to convince you to travel with him, said his mama's been too much for him to handle recently.
Originally, you denied the offer since you were watching your sister's baby until she got out of prison. She'd gotten into a little bit of trouble with an officer, and as much as you couldn't stand each other, you both knew our mother wasn't capable of watching a baby for two weeks. Annalise wasn't technically a baby, she was actually three, but she was your favorite little girl.
Annalise was just the most beautiful little brunette anyone had ever seen! She had this gorgeous, long, brown hair with big, bright blue eyes. She was smart for her age, matter of fact, she and Elvis had been talking it up the whole trip ever since you got to Hawaii on the fourth.
Now, you were waiting on Elvis to finish getting ready for the day.
"Mister Presley?" You heard Annalise ask.
You took another sip of my coffee before placing the mug down on the coffee table in front of you. You turned to look at where the voices were coming from. Elvis was walking hand-in-hand with Annalise. He was wearing his loose-fitting black pants, which were held up by a belt, and a tight-fitting black top.
"Yes, baby-doll?" He tilted his head down to look at her as he towered over her much more than he towered over me.
"Why are we in Hawaii?" She wondered aloud.
"Well, I've got to do a show out here, and I just had to have you and your Auntie out with me!"
Annalise was wearing her white dress with an adorable yellow sunhat. Elvis just looked fascinated in Annalise, in a loving way. He's always wanted to start his own family but that partially worried you but worried Gladys and Colonel much more, but that was another story for another day.
As for you, you were wearing a short-sleeved Rye Decker dress that Elvis had bought you for the trip, and a pair of high-heeled white boots. The dress was relatively short, but not scandalous-short.
Elvis turned his attention to me upon entering the room, and he smiled. His eyes danced across my body but he made sure his gaze didn't linger.
You stood up and embraced him in a tight hug, his free-hand wrapping around your waist. Your head dug into his chest and the smell of his cologne brought a fuzzy feeling to your stomach.
"You look beautiful, baby," Elvis complimented, kissing the top of your head as his hand rubbed your back comfortingly.
"Thank you, E," you replied, bending down to pick Annalise up.
She instantly wrapped her arms around your neck as you held her on your hip, going to draw the curtains since we were leaving soon. You kissed her forehead to which she reacted with a drawn out 'eww!' from your lipgloss getting on her skin.
"Ew? Annalise, you used to love me! I swear, ever since Mister Presley's been around, all your love went to him." You said sarcastically. Annalise giggled and looked back at Elvis, who had a smug look on his face.
"Wipe that look off your face," you smacked his chest before picking your purse off the counter. "E, you're gonna burn up in this," you said, referencing his outfit.
"Whaddya mean? Can't handle the shirt?" He teased, ruffling your hair before taking Annalise off your hip and into his own hands. He began to toss her up and down as she playfully screamed.
"You're wearing all black in that damn sun, you'll wish you listened to me and changed," You shook your head. "Put her down E, you're gonna drop her!"
"Agh, Auntie Y/n can't have no fun," he 'whispered' to Annalise as he caught her for the last time, putting her on his own hip.
"And Uncle Elvis needs to be prepared to pay that hospital bill," you said to Annalise who was now clinging to Elvis. His eyes lit up as you called him 'Uncle Elvis' and he got extremely jittery.
Realizing what she was wearing, your brows furrowed. "E, she can't wear white, it'll get filthy!"
Just then, the room phone began ringing. Elvis went to pick up the call as he handed Annalise over to you. You two stood by, waiting for him to share the news or either hang up.
"It's for you," he said with a confused tone.
You set Annalise down and Elvis went to sit down with her on the couch while she played with her stuffed animals. You could tell Elvis was still listening for the conversation to see if he could figure out who was calling you.
"Hello?"
"Y/n, lovely to hear your voice again."
"Seth?" You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm over the phone.
Elvis' head then shot around upon hearing the male name. He kept his intent gaze on you as he kept playing with Annalise.
"How'd you get the room number?" You asked.
Ignoring the question, he asked, "When will you be home?"
"Oh, I dunno, really. Might be a few days, I'm with Elvis now."
"Huh," he said, clicking his tongue, "shame, really... Please, call me when you're home. I was hoping that I could come pick you up for dinner possibly?"
"That'd be nice," you nodded, forgetting he couldn't see you through the phone, "I'll let you know when I'm back home. Bye Seth."
You put the phone back down on the receiver and sighed. You turned to grab Annalise off the couch, but she was gone. It was only an irritated looking Elvis standing across from you.
"E, where did Annalise go?"
"Bathroom. Who was that?" His head hung low as he looked down to meet your gaze.
When Elvis got jealous, which happened pretty often, he'd turn into this dominant character. He'd be more clingy, his voice got lower and his accent was thicker, if that was even possible. His eyes were no longer the beautiful sky-blue they once were, but instead felt like a piercing, icy glare.
"Just a friend... Seth. Not sure how he got the room number, but it shouldn't be anything to worry about."
"Seth? As in that boy who has all those boutiques in the city?"
"Yeah, that's him. Do you two know each other?"
"He ain't someone I want you around, lil-mama." Elvis dropped his arms and shoved his hands into his pickets.
"Elvis, are you jealous?" You jokingly said while gasping dramatically.
Elvis rolled his eyes and shook his head before jumping over to the other side of the couch to hold you. Taken aback by the sudden feeling, you hesitantly hugged him back.
"If he does anything... You let me know, baby."
"I doubt he will, E," you paused to look up at him. He looked genuinely concerned and you just couldn't figure out why. "But if he does, I'll be sure to call you."
You pulled away as Annalise came running back into the living space. She ran over to you & Elvis and held her arms up, slightly jumping.
Knowing how Elvis was already a sucker for this sweet girl, he picked her up. You shook your head and began to protest him babying her so much, to which he replied by opening the door and just nodding his head towards the hallway, signaling you to get a move on.
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That day had to have been the cutest, but the best day of the trip so far. Elvis was basically babysitting for you, he was inseparable from that kid. You found it extraordinarily cute how much he cherished children; he'd be a great father.
Now, after the long day, and after you finally got Annalise to sleep, you were putting some of her toys away when Elvis walked in. You were wearing a sheer robe with feather ruffles at the hems. It was short enough to cover the black nightgown dress underneath and mimicked the illusion that you had nothing on under the folds of the robe.
Elvis, who was freshly out the shower, just stared at you. It was dark, yes, but the television gave off a warm glow to the room and Elvis was taken aback by your beauty.
He'd always thought you were just the prettiest. He cared for you like you were his. He told you to bring Annalise so you two could get closer. You knew that ever since you moved out, things haven't been the exact same between you two. You got distant, and Elvis didn't like that one bit. It slowly came back to him as he watched you put the toys in Annalise's bag.
He needed you back, so, what did he tell you?
"I need you back."
He grabbed your arm without giving you anytime to react, and pulled you to his body where he then picked you up by your legs and held you up by your bottom and waist.
You let out a yelp as he suddenly picked you up. Confused about what all happened at once, you tried searching his eyes for an answer, but it seemed nearly impossible this time.
"What?"
"I need you back, baby."
He sat down on the couch with you still in his grip. He reached over for the remote and turned the volume on the television all the way down so he could focus on you. He placed his hands on your waist as you straddled him, slightly nervous.
"Elvis, you never lost me," you said quietly, placing a kiss on his forehead.
"Yes I did, mama," he started, "Graceland just ain't the same without you. I miss seeing you, I really do. You left me, you did. I need my lil-mama to be four rooms away from me at all times, if not closer," he joked.
You couldn't help but smile at the fact that Elvis had missed you so much ever since leaving. He did visit pretty often, but eventually, the visits did become less frequent. He was a busy man, while you were at Graceland, it was much easier for you two to spend time together. Now?... Well it was much harder.
You put your head in the crook of Elvis's neck. Your back arched slightly as you did so and one of Elvis' hands trailed up and down your back.
"How've you been?" You whispered, putting a hand on the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt.
"I've been doin' great, y'know, took about a month break, glad to be back on that stage, though. Everyone's helpin' me get Graceland ready for the holidays. Still bein' filmed from the waist up," he laughed quietly.
"How's Elvis doing?" You asked, referring to his off-stage persona.
"Just as good as the other one. Little stressed out, 'nd you ain't there to make it alright, so I'm just... Just tryin', baby."
"What exactly are you trying?"
"To get you back in Graceland," he smirked, kissing your temple.
"You're making this harder than it has to be," you said while sighing onto his neck.
"No, I think you are... Literally." He chuckled at his own joke and leaned back further in the couch.
You felt something poking your inner thigh, thinking it was the remote, you grabbed it and slightly tugged.
You quickly realized it wasn't the remote when Elvis let out a rather loud groan and threw his head back before cursing under his breath.
"Shit, I'm sorry! I thought the remote was- I didn't know- you were... Awh, fuck Elvis!" You covered your now flushed face in embarrassment.
Elvis simply laughed and grabbed your hands, moving them from your face. He looked from your eyes to your lips, and you did the same.
"Y/n, come on back to me, baby," he whispered, removing one hand from your waist to untie the string of your robe.