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polksaladava · 3 months ago

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y’all…. i am begging you to read this fic if you haven’t yet. one of my favorite elvis fics of all time. @atleastpleasetelephone thinks up the most incredible OC’s and the juiciest plot lines and i am so invested in this relationship 😭😭😭

Nights of Endless Love Part 22

A fic set in Vegas in 1971 at the start of Elvis' first residency that year, where he meets a Vegas showgirl who isn't interested. Smutty, fluffy, angsty drama.

To catch up with the other parts, go here. As always, thanks go to @vintagepresley for the idea in the first place and continued inspo! And many thanks to @eapep for her editing skills!

18 and over only.

Pairing: Elvis + OC - Mia, a Vegas showgirl

Wordcount: 3.5K ish

TW: Discussing of ageing, discussion of weight, drug abuse, angst, little bit of sub/dom talk, use of Daddy and Mama in a sexual context, little bit of begging? Think that's about it.

A/N: Still no smut! That's two chapters in a row! Don't worry, I'll make up for it in the next one.

The next day comes and Mia wonders what she was thinking. But it’s too late, he’s coming and she can’t stop it now. She tries to make herself look as good as possible. She’s barely been eating since she left Nashville and to be honest the tiny bit of weight she’d put on had melted off her again. She pulls on the dress she bought the day before and smooths it down. At least her legs look good. But no amount of makeup seems to cover the bags under her eyes and her hair desperately needs dyeing. She pulls out the rags she put in her hair overnight and brushes the curls out. Applies one last coat of mascara and shrugs at her reflection. She’ll have to do.

Elvis asks Larry to strip the colour he’d put in for the night with Jackie off his hair again, and after a trim he’s suddenly confronted with a head of almost snow-white hair. He asks Larry to do the same with his eyebrows, but that’s a trickier job so they remain rather brown. He sits on the plane that takes him to Palm Springs, fiddling with his rings and the necklace Mia gave him, which has remained around his neck ever since she left. He’s dressed up, flashy jewellery and a sharp suit, boots and high collars. He’s brought his cane and flashlight, and has on his leather gloves and a pair of shades. He’s even put on his gold attendance belt, for luck. He wasn’t convinced when Cilla invited him, not sure how he’s going to be able to talk to Mia honestly at all, never mind with his wife there. He blushes just thinking of what he feels he ought to say. But he wants to see her. Needs to. And he hopes when Mia sees his hair, she’ll see he’s serious. He’s trying to change, for her. Doesn’t want young women any more. He fiddles with his glasses case, stuffed in his pocket, reading glasses inside. But will she see that? He worries. Maybe she won’t. Maybe she’ll tell him she doesn’t care about him anymore, never did. He pulls himself up, stopping that train of thought. Larry told him she loves him, and that he can know that even if she never says it. He’d even done a straw poll, asking the guys did they think she wanted him back, and they all nodded, even Joe. More than one said she loved him, without him even having to ask. He has to stop catastrophising; just because she didn’t say it didn’t mean it wasn’t true. He leans his head back on the seat. If only he could stop thinking for a moment. He rummages around in his bag for some pills.

***

Priscilla is stunned by Elvis’ hair when he arrives, alone, at the front door. She’s sure she’s staring at it, but she tries really hard not to say anything and to hide her shock as much as possible. They hug, and then she ushers him into the main living room, where Mia is sitting on the sofa.

Mia stands up awkwardly when he comes into the room. The two of them stare at one another, exchanging frosty hellos before he sits in an armchair and she returns to the sofa. This is going to be even more difficult than she had thought it would be.

Priscilla looks at them each in turn, worried. She’d sort of hoped they’d just start talking, but when they don’t she realises she’ll have to do something.

“Okay, well I’ll get some coffee, but I think you two need to talk.”

They carry on the uneasy silence. Priscilla frowns. “Coffee?” She repeats.

Mia nods. “Yes please,” she whispers.

Elvis looks up. “Please, Sat-uh…Cilla.” He frowns. He’s still struggling with giving up on that nickname.

“Oh. You’ve stopped calling her Satnin,” Mia observes.

“She thought you might not like me doing it.”

“I don’t. Couldn’t you have thought of that on your own?”

“How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me?”

“I feel like some things are common sense. Like, don’t carry on calling your wife this really special pet name while not even bothering to think of any kind of name for your…whatever I am.” Mia is starting to feel and sound quite bitter now.

“I gave you a name when you asked me for one. And you know you’re my girlfriend,” Elvis responds, trying to keep his tone even but teetering on the edge of getting angry.

“After I practically begged you for one, you mean.”

“Well I’d have to beg you to tell me you love me, and even then you wouldn’t do it.”

“You can’t force people to tell you they love you!”

“You can’t force people to give you pet names!”

The two of them stare at one another, looking for all the world like they are about to jump over the coffee table and start fighting. Priscilla starts to worry that she’s bitten off more than she can chew, refereeing this mess.

“Okay, is there any chance of you two calming down and stopping this shouting match?” She puts on her cutest voice and pouts slightly, hoping to at least distract them. She hears a matching pair of sighs. “Right. I’m going to make coffee. I want Elvis to start by saying something that’s happened that you haven’t talked about and how it made him feel. And then Mia. And no shouting.”

They both nod, wearily.

“You left me,” Elvis says, just as Priscilla starts to make her way out of the room. Uh-oh, she thinks, this is not the way I’d hoped you’d start. “You left me and you didn’t say a word and you promised you wouldn’t leave and you did anyway.” It comes out in a rush, like a child on his first day of school, upset because his mamma left him there.

Priscilla looks back over her shoulder. “And that made you feel…?”

Elvis glares at her. “It made me feel like a fucking sack of shit.”

Mia takes a shaky breath, trying not to lose her temper immediately. “I’m sorry I left you. I…I wanted to get back at you. I wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

Elvis eyes her suspiciously. “Okay. Well…your turn then.”

“Jackie… when you said all that stuff about her being perfect and untouched and… I just felt like you wanted some pretty little virgin and not an old stripper like me.”

Elvis feels like the wind has been knocked out of him. He knows what Larry said, and he’d thought about how Mia might feel. But nothing could prepare him for hearing those words coming from her lips. He gets up, taking off his gloves and propping his cane up by the chair, and goes to her. He strokes her arm gently as she holds her head in her hands.

“Oh Mimi, that’s not how I feel at all. I want you more than anyone else in the world,” he says softly.

She looks up, a lone tear streaking down her cheek. “Really?” She whispers horsley.

Priscilla takes the change in mood as her cue to go into the kitchen and make the coffee.

“Yes baby. Jerry just got me the kind of girl I’ve gone for in the past and I guess I was caught up in the moment… in my old habits… she’s not the kind of girl I want now. I want you. I love you so much. And… you don’t have to say anything in return. It’s okay.”

She puts a hand on his thigh. “It’s not that I don’t care about you, or want you, or… I just find saying that kind of intense and I don’t want to be pushed into it.” She pauses, looking up into his face, studying his features. “I’ve said it too soon before and regretted it. And I know this isn’t the same relationship but…”

He puts a hand on her face and pulls her to him, kissing her tenderly. “It’s okay,” he murmurs against her lips.

She reaches up to tangle her fingers in his hair, pulling him into another, deeper kiss.

“I’ll just put these here…” Priscilla mutters as quietly as she can, putting coffee cups on the table. “And I’ll be outside, in the garden, if you need me.”

They both turn to look at her. “Thanks Cilla,” Mia says. Elvis just nods.

They wait for her to leave and then look back at once another. “Your hair,” Mia says, looking up at it.

“What do you think? I uh… well I wanted… I hoped you’d like it.”

She gently combs it away from his face with her hand. “I love it. Very sexy.”

He blushes a little. She’s always amazed that Elvis Presley blushes, but here he is doing it again. “You think so? I brought my reading glasses too. I wanna change for you baby I just… it’s hard.”

She puts a hand on either side of his face and looks adoringly at him. “Please don’t change for me. Change for you. Have your hair the colour you want it. I don’t care what colour it is, or if it all falls out. I don’t care if you put on twenty pounds, or you decide to stop performing and go back to being an electrician… I want you no matter what.” She presses a kiss to his soft lips.

“Any colour?” He asks. “Are you sure?”

“Pink, purple, blue… stripey,” she giggles. “I don’t care.”

“Oh. I don’t think you want me being an electrician though Mimi. I’d probably set people’s houses on fire.”

Mia giggles again. “Well okay maybe that’s a bad idea but… you don’t have to be Elvis Presley for me to want to be with you.” She pauses to think for a moment. “And I…I’m sorry about the thing with the shoes. I…I went into that with bad intentions.”

His blush returns and gets a shade deeper and he looks away from her awkwardly. “I liked it,” he whispers.

“Well I know you liked it, I saw that. But I went a bit far. I shouldn’t have… I was meant to be just teasing you.”

He looks at her properly now, redder and more embarrassed than she’s ever seen before, and repeats, “I liked it.”

He manages to look into her eyes for another moment or two and then looks away again. She strokes his cheek and he leans into her touch. Eventually his eyes meet hers again. “I want you to do it again.”

“Are you sure?”

He pats his thigh. “C’mere.”

She straddles him, arms around his neck. His legs are spread and he slides both hands under her skirt and onto her ass, fingertips pressing into her flesh. A finger caresses the edge of her underwear and he frowns. “What panties are these, honey?”

She giggles. “Ones I bought with your credit card. Ones I thought you’d like.”

His eyes go wide. “With my credit card?”

She nods. “Cilla still has one. She took me shopping with your money, lover.”

Elvis can feel his pants tighten hearing her say that. “Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

“That really turns me on. The thought of you both… taking my money and spending it.”

She giggles. “Okay, well I think we should try something.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“I mean, I think we should try talking about what we want to do before we do it. Talking about what we like. Not just…launching ourselves into things and then being upset afterwards.”

“Okay. Can we try going to whichever bedroom you’re staying in and taking our clothes off and having some fun please?”

She bursts out laughing. “Oh lover I don’t know, it’s Cilla’s house…”

His fingers dig into her ass cheeks a little. “It’s my house, actually. But we can ask for her permission if that’d make you feel better.”

Still giggling, she shakes her head. “No! C’mon, be reasonable. At least wait for her to go out or something.”

He sighs and tips his head back against the back of the sofa. “You don’t know how much I want you right now. This isn’t fair.”

“Awwww. Poor baby, wants Mamma so much,” she teases.

He moves his head back. “Mimi, stop it. You’re gonna make me crazy saying things like that.”

She bites her lip and reaches down to run her fingertips over his hard length. “Oh, so needy for Mamma.”

He slaps her ass and she giggles even more. “Stoppit. Angel!”

She presses her nose into the crook of his neck and tries to stop laughing. “I’m sorry. It’s just so fun to wind you up and then say you can’t have me.”

He growls. “If Cilla wasn’t here, I’d take you to your bedroom and give you a good spanking.”

She laughs against him. “You know, lover, we might have to decide who is in charge. At least for the evening. Otherwise we’ll waste all our time fighting over it.”

“Well at the moment you seem to be winning,” he sighs, smiling down at her.

***

Priscilla isn’t stupid, she can see them messing about on the sofa and guesses they might want some real time alone. And she’s been taking karate lessons recently with a guy she’s starting to think that she might be into. So she calls him up and arranges another one-to-one session, showers and gets ready to go. On her way out she sticks her head around the door.

“I’m going to karate. I might hang out there afterwards, so I’ll be gone for a while if you wanna… you know.”

Mia gets up off Elvis’ lap and walks over to her. They hug, Mia thanking Priscilla for everything and the other woman beaming. They kiss each other’s cheeks and then Priscilla makes her way out.

As soon as the front door closes Elvis almost runs towards Mia, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to her bedroom, both of them giggling like school kids. He places her carefully on the bed and closes the door. She sits up on her elbows.

“Okay so who is in charge then?” She asks, grinning.

“How about, both of us?”

“What?”

“How about we…” he trails off, feeling embarrassed again. He wants to talk about this kind of thing, wants to be honest about what he likes with Mia, but he feels so awkward and ashamed sometimes.

“How about we get naked and cuddle?” She suggests, brightly. “I missed you.”

He looks at her then, eyes full of love. That’s exactly what he wants to do. “Yes please.”

She pulls her dress off over her head and shuffles to the edge of the bed. “Let me help you. You’ve got a lot going on here.”

He laughs, taking his jacket off as she frowns at his belt. “This is beautiful. But how does it work?”

He beams at her proudly. “This is the belt the International Hotel gave me for breaking all their attendance records. It’s gold and these are diamonds, and rubies,” he points at various stones. “And uh.. It unclasps here.” He opens it for her.

She looks up and smiles back. “Well put it somewhere safe.”

He puts it down on the chair and she carries on removing his pants as he unbuttons his shirt. She leans back on the bed, taking off her bra and then sliding off her panties, enjoying the way he looks at her as she does it.

“Lord have mercy. I really did miss you, “ he says, eyes flicking over her naked body.

She pulls the bedclothes back and gets in, holding them open for him and beckoning. He takes off his underwear and slides in next to her. Almost immediately they curl into each other’s arms, bodies pressed tightly together. Elvis moans a little, feeling her skin against his.

“Mmmm. I could stay here forever,” Mia murmurs, her head buried in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

“Me too.” They’re both silent for a while, and then Elvis continues. “I wanna leave the Colonel, Mimi. I have to go back to Nashville to record, he’s really on my back about that. But I wanna speak to him, with you and Jerry, and tell him it’s time for a change.”

Mia presses kisses to his neck. “Mmm, that sounds like a good idea. Rather than going on your own.”

“I do want you onstage with me.”

“Well good, because I can’t be relying on you for money like this. I know you want to take care of me, but…”

“But what I liked about you when I met you was that you were your own person. And I’ve been trying to make you into someone who just does what I say.”

She moves her head to look him in the eye. “You think of that on your own, or was it Cilla?”

He grumbles. “Cilla.”

She giggles. “It’s okay,” she strokes his hair. “Cilla’s good to us, isn’t she? I’m glad you had her to talk to.”

“Well it was Larry that spoke to me first. But I wasn’t going to send him to talk to you, he and Stevie are separated and I’m sure he’d jump at the opportunity to be alone with you.”

“Separated? Oh. That’s a shame.”

“Hmmm.”

“But Elvis, Larry is your friend. He wouldn’t try anything with me.”

Elvis waits a beat and then, “Do you think he’s handsome?”

Mia knows she is treading on very dangerous ground now. They’ve only just reconciled, and if she’s honest she’s really looking forward to whenever they decide to stop cuddling and he rails her into next week. But she also doesn’t want to lie. She puts a gentle hand on his chest.

“Yeah I think he’s a handsome guy.”

Elvis’ eyes widen. He wasn’t expecting her to say yes. “Do you want to sleep with him?”

Again, Mia knows there’s a tactful answer and an honest answer. “Well if we were both single, yes.”

“Yes?”

“Well you asked. It doesn’t mean anything. I’m sure there’s plenty of pretty girls that you see that you’d like to fuck. But I’d never do anything with him unless you said it was okay.”

“Why on earth would I say it was okay for you to fuck my best friend?”

Mia shrugs lightly. “I dunno. I mean, you let me have sex with your wife.”

“But that’s different!”

“Is it?”

Elvis frowns. “I don’t want to see another guy fuck you.”

“Okay, well, good, we’ve established that’s something we won’t do then.”

Elvis shakes his head. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I’m just trying to be honest with you. I don’t want to lie and say that because we’re together I have suddenly gone blind when it comes to other men, or women. And I don’t think you have either. But finding someone attractive or thinking you might want to sleep with them isn’t the same as wanting to be in a committed relationship with them.”

“I thought we agreed to be faithful.”

“We did, but then we have also had two threesomes.”

Elvis groans. “You’re driving me mad, woman.”

Mia presses her body against him, kissing his neck again. “You said you liked me because I was my own person. So you have to accept that sometimes I will drive you mad.”

He huffs, wanting to get angry, but his body is starting to rebel against him, the feeling of her wrapped around him making him hard again. He gently pulls her head up so it’s level with his own.

“I wanted to make love, but I’m starting to feel like you want me to teach you a lesson.”

She giggles. “If you wanna punish me for thinking about Larry, that's fine by me.”

He rolls her onto her back, grabbing her hands and holding them above her head as he leans down to growl into her ear, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about Larry.”

She whimpers, bucking her hips up against him, knowing she’s wet hearing him say those words.

“You want me to?” His tone softens slightly, and he looks at her questioningly.

She nods eagerly. “Yes Daddy.”

He grins. He had been thinking a lot about submitting to her, but there was still something absolutely delicious about making her submit to him. He puts his mouth to her ear again. “You mind if I’m a little rough, Angel?”

“No Daddy, I don’t mind.”

“Good. Because I want you to still feel this tomorrow.”

***

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