#Sexxx Dreams

[talkthattalktomeyeah]

dark hair gaga 😍 ✨️

[bigbluebeautifulthings]

Lady Gaga - ARTPOP

the fame / the fame monster / born this way / artpop / joanne / chromatica

all artists

[thesillydoll]

IM BACK, MUNDANES!

[ladygagataiwan]

🔵 † Pawp Up! Little Monsters. #9YearsOfARTPOP「她的流行．是門藝術」神專《#流行藝術 ARTPOP》9歲生日快樂，#女神卡卡 (Lady Gaga) 的第四張錄音室專輯《#ARTPOP》發行9週年，是張帶有著實驗性 EDM 電子舞曲的專輯，專輯的詞曲&製作皆由 #LadyGaga 完成，並找了些製作人為不同歌曲加持。

專輯的歌曲伴隨著我們長大，小怪獸＆Gaga 歌曲意涵與回憶，與我們的生活重疊、交織而成，哪些歌曲是你的愛歌呢？

希望明年 ARTPOP 十週年 #10YearsOfARTPOP

會有什麼特別的驚喜！（既期待又怕受傷害）

🎨 她的流行絕對是門藝術！

「帶領藝術文化進入流行空間，展開一場逆轉普普藝術大師安迪沃荷風格的探險！」

製作人名單： Lady Gaga、DJWS / DJWhite Shadow、Zedd、Madeon、Dino Zisis、Nick Monson、Rick Rubin、Giorgio Tuinfort、Infected Mushroom、will.i.am、David Guetta

💽 專輯曲目：

1 - Aura（光環）

2 - Venus（維納斯）

3 - G.U.Y. (Girl Under You)（主宰者）

4 - Sexxx Dreams（綺夢）

5 - Jewels n' Drugs（財富與上癮）ft. T.I., Too Short and Twista

6 - MANiCURE（美甲沙龍）

7 - Do What U Want（為所欲為）ft. R. Kelly

8 - ARTPOP（流行藝術）

9 - Swine（豬）

10 - Donatella（唐娜泰拉）

11 - Fashion!（時尚！）

12 - Mary Jane Holland（荷蘭”麻”莉珍）

13 - Dope（麻醉自己）

14 - Gypsy（吉普賽）

15 - Applause（掌聲）

【專輯評價】

這張專輯獲得的樂評介於「褒貶不一」到「好評」間。

一些樂評人稱讚了專輯製作和 Gaga 的聲音表現及其野心，然而另一些則批評專輯的歌詞內容較其前作缺乏成熟性。

專輯發行前舉行了專輯發行派對「ArtRave」。也在發行後的首週以銷量25.8萬「空降美國告示牌 Billboard 200 專輯榜 — Top1 冠軍」，並超過百萬銷售拿到白金唱片！使其成為Gaga連續的第二張冠軍專輯，並且是2013年美國女歌手專輯首周銷量的第四高，也是2013年最暢銷的專輯之一，截至今日已在全球賣出 — 超過４５8萬份。（不包含許多一直沒有更新的認證。《ARTPOP》在「英國金榜 Official UK Charts 專輯榜」& 「日本 ORICON 公信榜 專輯榜」也奪下 Top1 冠軍，iTunes 專輯下載榜方面，當時成為 iTunes 歷史上最多國家第一名的專輯 (51個國家)。

🎵〈掌聲 #Applause〉專輯首支單曲於2013年8月12日發行奪下iTunes全球７７國冠軍！美國告示牌百大單曲榜Top4，並獲得了商業成功和樂評人的好評。

🎵〈為所欲為 #DoWhatUWant〉第二支單曲於2013年10月21日發行，為宣傳單曲，在89國iTunes發行後，奪下���３國冠軍，在美國也成為2013年iTunes下載榜最快登頂的歌曲，共花了５小時！美國告示牌百大單曲榜 Top13 、英國金榜單曲榜 Top9〈Do What U Want〉因為太熱門而轉為第二主打單曲，但因為許多事件的發生，導致宣傳上的大亂，MV 也因導演與合唱的歌手R.Kelly各自的性醜聞而喊卡， Christina Aguilera 相挺，獻聲新版的〈Do What U Want〉 Lady Gaga 是首位下架歌曲抵制 R.Kelly 的歌手，此歌曲也在所有的數位平台上下架，連實體專輯也跟著重新發行。

🎵〈主宰者 #GUY〉第三支單曲於2014年3月28日發行，音樂錄影帶 Lady Gaga 再次擔任導演，自導自演將近7分半的MV，並向流行音樂史偉人致敬，美國告示牌百大單曲榜 Top76，這首歌曲因〈Do What U Want〉Lady Gaga 拒絕釋出 MV，與唱片公司想法不合，所以有一段黑歷史。

🎵〈維納斯 #Venus〉雖為宣傳單曲也奪下iTunes全球６１國冠軍，美國告示牌百大單曲榜 Top32、、英國金榜單曲榜 Top76

🎵〈麻醉自己 #Dope〉宣傳單曲意外成功打進美國告示牌百大單曲榜Top8

🎵〈#Aura〉的歌詞展現了Lady Gaga 的藝術和表達自我的方式。Gaga 再次伸張她是一名女性，一個人類，和一個掌握自己性的女人。Gaga 強調她並不是將穿罩袍作為政治主張,而是因為她覺得她認同那些穿罩袍者。她總結全曲，誦唱母專輯名字ARTPOP。Aura在ARTPOP全專發行前期間提前外流，使小怪獸們認為那是最終的專輯版本，但是 Gaga 隨後確實了泄露版本僅為歌曲Demo。

Aura曾被猜測作為專輯的二單，因為 Lady Gaga 做了一項投票，問小怪獸們喜歡哪首歌作為單曲發行，而Aura贏得了此次投票；但是 Gaga 自己選了〈Venus〉。

【頒獎典禮表演】

ARTPOP 時期 2013 年，Lady Gaga 擔任了 MTV VMAs (Video Music Awards) 頒獎典禮的 30 週年開幕表演者，Lady Gaga 首次演唱了來自冠軍專輯《ARTPOP》的最新單曲〈Applause〉，表演也3度變裝，像她過去的3個時期致敬，分別是：《THE FAME》、《THE FAME MONSTER》與《BORN THIS WAY》，最後 女神卡卡 穿上她《ARTPOP》其一經典造型「貝殼比基尼」為表演畫下完美句點。ARTPOP 時期的街拍時尚與個頒獎典禮紅毯也都非常 Fashion iCon

「此張專輯，許多小怪獸都認為被低估。」

甚至許多「黑粉 & 媒體」���專輯未釋出之前，就開始了媒體霸凌的言論，把《ARTPOP》稱之為《#ARTFLOP》

Lady Gaga 在 2021 年說過：「他們甚至在 ARTPOP 出來之前就提出了批評。因為言論自由，人們可以寫任何他們想寫的東西，即使是謊言，但多年後，它是我最受好評的專輯之一。」

去年 2021 全球的「小怪獸 Little Monsters」在 Twitter 上發起流行趨勢【#buyARTPOPoniTunes】呼籲大眾在自己國家的 iTunes 上購買女神卡卡 (Lady Gaga) 2013年發行的冠軍專輯《流行藝術 ARTPOP》，專輯製作人 DJWS 也共同推廣！

這個活動全球發酵，並且這張已經發行8年的專輯，真的在法國、巴西、義大利、菲律賓等３２個國家拿下「iTunes 專輯榜 第１名」，47國 Top10、55國 Top100，在美國iTunes 流行專輯榜拿下第１名，在美國iTunes專輯總榜也拿到了第1名，最後也在「全球榜」、「歐洲榜」都重回冠軍。Apple Music 也一起發酵，也在多國重回 Top1 並且進入百大。

女神卡卡 Lady Gaga 當時也回應了：

「大家為了《ARTPOP 2.0》而發起的『在iTunes購買ARTPOP』與『連署』讓我的心覺得好溫暖。製作這張專輯的過程宛如開了心臟的手術，當時的我很絕望且痛苦不已，所以把我的一切都傾注到電子音樂當中，我從中獲得的快感比任何毒品都要猛烈。」

「這張專輯發行後，我整個人身心崩潰。謝謝你們一同讚揚這個曾經讓我感覺天摧地塌的作品。我們一直都相信這張專輯在當時太過於前衛。多年後事實證明，有時候藝術家的洞悉力果然沒錯，小怪獸們亦然。舉起獸爪 Paws Up 」

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🎧 Spotify 收聽

https://open.spotify.com/album/2eRJUtI7nXrQ5uYQ7tzTo9

🎧 Apple Music 收聽

https://music.apple.com/tw/album/artpop/1451767863

🎧 KKBOX 收聽

https://www.kkbox.com/tw/tc/album/Kqydh5zqOnJP4Tc_Mf

https://www.kkbox.com/tw/tc/album/Koh5Rlpq1IXU_vmNIP

🎧 MyMusic 收聽

https://www.mymusic.net.tw/ux/m/album/show/726420

🎧 friDay音樂收聽

https://omusic.friday.tw/albumpage.php?album_id=1591302

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Universal Music Group

Interscope Records

環球音樂 西洋

† #PawpUp! #LittleMonsters.

[ryan-sometimes]

People love to invalidate Lady Gaga’s bisexuality as if she didn’t write an entire song about having sex dreams about a woman

[mmm-asbestos]

*me changing the type of music i listen to so i stop spiralling* man i wish this music was sadder

[mihai-florescu]

Does anyone else have non enstars songs that get them in the mood to think about certain es characters? For me it's lady gaga's artpop album with crazy:b. I just had it playing on my walk while thinking of how id like himeru's secret to be revealed to the masses (alkakurei joint concert commemorating their 1 year anni since debut, someone broadcasts kaname's mom's secret in a way that parallels the first ss finals with akehoshi. I know they did it once in obbligato in reimei but i think having oremeru be forced to answer to the confrontation of "your mom led to the downfall of THE Akehoshi?" while he is in fact stealing the identity of the actual guy whose mom did that... there are many thing he'd need to explain first). Subaru would be witnessing this, he was in the audience supporting alkaloid of course...

I think id want aira to slap himeru actually, and to go on a monologue about stealing another idol's shine. I have to reread main story 2 but i remember one of my favorite aira moments in all of ES!! was his conversation with rinne about idolhood towards the end of the story.

[wildlyfreemoon]

I KNOW THAT WE ARE YOUNG AND I KNOW THAT YOU MAY LOVE ME! BUT I JUST CANT BE WITH YOU LIKE THIS… anymore… alejandro….

[remodelling]

the fact that the ARTPOP instrumentals hold up by themselves as their own songs

[mrsterlingeverything]

[ayyy-pee]

im so sad abt the end pairing in imbalance 😭 can we pls get a oneshot where sugu is a changed man and him and reader is in a established relationship? btw, i love your writing!

HAHAHAHHAHAHA nonnie, you're SO evil for this one. but okay! just for you 🤭

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐩

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Pro-skater, all around fuckboy and your casual fling of a year, Suguru has actually kept his word! A changed man, Suguru only sleeps, eats and dreams of you.

Genre: Skater AU

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Soft Suguru who is so down bad for reader, Suguru being a cutie pie, Omg actually PROTECTED SEXXX, Possessive Behavior

Suguru Art: YUD

Choso Art: @affectbitter

A/N: I didn't proofread this and it's mostly smut LMAO

“Oh fuck. Shit, baby. You’re always so tight,” the raven haired man above you groans through gritted teeth. His fingers grip your thigh, indenting the soft flesh. His mouth crashes into yours, lips slotting messily against each other as he slowly stretches your walls to accommodate his length.

“Suguru,” you whine into his mouth as he pulls his hips back slightly only to roll them forward again so he can move deeper into you. You throw your head back, moaning as your back arches, your hardened nipples pressing against his bare chest. “Oh god, Suguru.”

His lust filled eyes watch you closely as he pushes forward. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

He dips his head down, trailing kisses along your collarbone, up your neck, your jawline and cheeks until he finally gets to your ear. His tongue darts out to lick along the shell. Moaning softly, you dig your nails into his shoulders as he finally bottoms out inside of you. It’s been endless teasing from him since you got here, only giving you just enough to have you teetering on the edge, but never sending you over. The stimulation of your nipples against Suguru’s skin has your walls squeezing down on him immediately, a low hum of approval rumbling through his chest.

He releases your thigh, slipping a hand underneath the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his. You push your hips up, grinding hard against Suguru as you seek the friction you’d been begging for for the last hour. He breaks away, brows knitting as a deep moan leaves his lips.

“Shit. You’re gonna kill me.”

You giggle, the sound soon becoming a quiet gasp as he runs his tongue down your neck to your breasts, slowly taking your nipple into his mouth as he looks up at you. His tongue laps at the hard bud, rolling it between his teeth and sucking and you whimper as he turns his attention to your other breast, repeating his ministrations. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Suguru groans as he lifts himself up from your chest to look down at you. “Can’t wait to feel you cum for me, baby. I missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you, too, Sugu. Please…fuck me,” you beg, slowly losing yourself to the leisurely pace he’s set for himself as he pumps into you. 

Each thrust is painfully slow. Every breath of his is harsh, ragged as he tries to keep his steady pace, stretching you over and over again. Suguru groans, bringing his lips down to yours when you wrap your legs around his waist. The new angle has him hitting your g-spot repeatedly as he fucks deeper into you. You loop your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply before you pull away to nip at his bottom lip.

Suguru whines, hips meeting yours again and again as his cock strokes along your walls, “So sexy,” he murmurs into your mouth. “And mine. All fucking mine.” The feeling of your sweat slicked bodies moving against each other has your mind reeling, has your body going into overdrive with sensation.

“All yours, baby,” you moan against his lips. After all the earlier buildup, you’re not going to last very long.

“Fuuuuck,” Suguru pulls back, bringing his lips to hover next to your ear as his hips slightly pick up speed. “You’re so perfect, baby. My girlfriend. I fucking love you.” He whispers, pulling another moan from you. His hips snap into yours, the loud smack of your bodies meeting filling the space of his bedroom.

An overwhelming heat blossoms in your core and you can feel the hot tears welling in the corners of your eyes as you feel your impending orgasm sneaking a little closer. Suguru’s hand finds yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brings your hands above your head. You squeeze his hand, he squeezes in return, romantic and tender. And then you feel it – hot tears finally falling.

“Shhh, baby. I know,” Suguru coos as he kisses along your cheeks, taking your tears away with each peck. “I love you. I love you so much. I love you.”

Suguru slows his strokes again, the intimate pace of his thrusts leaving you nearly sobbing. All his earlier teasing has you overstimulated and sensitive to every touch, every sound, every bit of affection he gives you. The heat building in your core reaches its peak, crashing over you as you come undone. 

“Sugu, I’m cumming!” You cry out, mouth falling open with a cry as your release tears through you.

“Fuck,” Suguru sighs. “So pretty when you cum on my cock like that,” he grunts, still thrusting as your walls clamp down on him, staring into your eyes as he maintains his slow pace. You can see he’s focused, likely trying not to cum right then and there, wanting to revel in the feeling of your body falling apart around him. You cling to him, your hold around his shoulders and your conjoined hands tight as he moans your name quietly.

“Just a little more,” he gasps, pumping into you. “I’m so close, baby.” 

With your legs still wrapped around his hips, you push your hips up to meet his every thrust, Suguru groaning loudly at the sensation. “Ah– shit, yes!” Suguru brings his mouth back down on yours, his tongue slipping between your lips and tangling with yours immediately. He breaks the kiss, whispering a desperate “Tell me you love me, baby,” into your mouth. 

“You know I do, Suguru,” you breathe as he rolls his hips into you. ���I love you.”

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, seeking your reassurance. “You love me?”

“Yes. So much, so much. I love you, baby.”

Your words of confirmation are his undoing, his hips stuttering as he grunts, briefly snapping his hips into you faster. His own release soon washes over him, the warm feeling of him filling the condom with hot spurts of his cum overwhelming you. The hand holding yours squeezes a little harder as he moans softly, pumping his release into you.

He kisses you sweetly, untangling his hand from yours as he climbs off to lay next to you and catch his breath. Suguru pulls you to him and buries his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent deeply before pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head. 

“I love you so much,” he whispers. He snuggles closer to you, if possible. Like he never wants to let go and you can feel your heart squeeze. You tangle your fingers into his long hair. You truly love this man with everything you have.

As you toy with his tresses, you think back on your time with Suguru. All of the ups and downs, the off and on status of your situationship just a year ago where you hardly saw or spoke to each other, the time you almost dropped Suguru completely to be with someone else. You wonder what life would have been like had you chosen the other man, chosen Choso.

Would he have been as good to you as Suguru is now?

Would you have grown to love Choso the way you love Suguru?

Would you and Choso have lasted?

You can’t dwell on those questions because you never gave whatever you had with Choso a chance to come to fruition. As much as you liked him, and enjoyed your time together, you just couldn’t let Suguru go. Yes, you know that life would have likely been easier if you had told Suguru to fuck off and leave you alone a long time ago.

But he promised he would change, and he did. It started slowly, meeting for late night dinners where Suguru would spoil you with gifts and shower you with love and compliments. Many days were spent sitting and just talking. Talking about what you needed from him, why he wanted to be with you, why he wanted to change for you. You were skeptical at first. It had been a long time of being strung along and hurt. 

And though you found yourself lost once again in those pretty eyes, in his sweet words and promises, your trust still needed to be earned. 

Now you find yourself here with Suguru. Eyes closed peacefully, letting this moment between you two linger, your fingers still playing with the smooth ends of his hair. He suddenly shifts beside you, pulling you from your thoughts as the warmth he provides suddenly leaves you cold as Suguru climbs off of the bed. You sit up, watching as he runs his slender digits through his dark roots. His eyes scan the room finding his clothing scattered across his floor. He picks his pants and boxers up and slips each article on.

“You’re leaving already?” You ask, voice quiet, pouting. Suguru sighs in response. There’s no irritation in his voice, just a tinge of sadness. He peers over at you with eyes full of affection.

“You know I have to, baby…Gotta head out to pick up our dinner. You already made me late.”

You smile shyly, cheeks heating because it’s absolutely your fault. Suguru had ordered dinner before you’d even come over, but as soon as you got there, you two fell into his bed. In your defense, Suguru had had the biggest bouquet you’d ever seen delivered to your office along with a framed photo you’d taken together at Nanami and Satoru’s wedding. 

Happy anniversary, sweet girl. I love you so much! I’ll see you for dinner tonight.

-S

P.s., put this pic on your desk. You look beautiful

The gift was only made sweeter when you got to his apartment and saw that Suguru also had the picture up on his mantle. These small gestures and many apologies and the hard work Suguru has put in have added up in the bigger picture.  

“I know,” You murmur after a short pause. “But I still hate it.”

Suguru smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners as a small laugh rushes past his lips. “It’s twenty minutes, baby. I promise I’m coming right back.” He locates his shirt on the other side of the room and slips it on. “Do you want me to grab you that dessert you like?” 

You hum in response, and he moves across the space to sit back on the edge of the bed, kissing you gently once. Suguru pulls back to look into your eyes, his left hand coming up to cup your cheek. He caresses your skin softly with his thumb. “I hate leaving you even for a second…” he mutters, pouting cutely as he leans forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. He presses his forehead to yours.

Suguru has changed so much. He’s so soft, so sweet with you now. The way you’d always wanted him to be. Completely devoted to you. Even during your times joining him at the skatepark, his attention is all on you. You hate that you had to go through all you did to end up here, wish Suguru had just been a decent person from the beginning. But holding out for hope has paid off tenfold.

You hope that Choso is well. But you are certain you’ve made the right choice. Even as Suguru kisses you, pours his love into each and every peck, and you fall backwards onto the bed together, you’re positive in your decision. Even as he murmurs “fuck dinner,” against your lips and peels his shirt off before crawling back into bed with you, you know.

You know everything worked out the way it was meant to.

[tomtaylornation]

NEW / OLD PICS OF TOM TAYLOR

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[sopheadraws]

10 tunes, 10 tags

aka shuffling your Spotify "On Repeat" playlist 10 times and then tagging 10 people

I was tagged by @thatiwouldbe <3

"Hair" by Lady Gaga

"G.U.Y." by Lady Gaga

"Nebraska" by Bruce Springsteen

"American Teenager" by Ethel Cain

"Sexxx Dreams" by Lady Gaga

"Crush - Stripped" by Ethel Cain

"Say Don't Go (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)" by Taylor Swift

"No Surrender" by Bruce Springsteen

"I Can See You (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)" by Taylor Swift

"'Slut!' (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)" by Taylor Swift

I was expecting more than four artists, but this is unsurprising.

I'm tagging @wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj @anewstartrekfan @hoodiedmenace @thelog33 @doctor-whu @delayshay @forth3loveofgod @katyobsesses @spocks-got-a-glock and @birdofmay :)

[utopikia]

hey alexa, play "sexxx dreams" by lady gaga

cr. panty & stocking with garterbelt: animation art works

[missmaywemeetagain]

Paisley Dreams (Part 2) 🏵💛🔥

Pretty sure there's only a small handful of you still reading my nonsense, but to those who are, thank you for your patience. Also, special thanks to those who kept me going after various blocks and meltdowns over finishing this (among other things). Would've thrown in the towel completely if it weren't for y'all. You know who you are and I love you. 💗💗💗 Anyway, sorry, this is probably a bit of a mess, but so am I... 😬

If you need a refresher, here's Paisley Dreams Part 1 🏵

TW: SEXXX, a little macho-possessive!elvis, the usual era appropriate female frustrations.

August 1970

If Pepper didn’t know any better, she would think she dreamt up the surreal encounter with Elvis that happened a few days ago. The only thing tethering the experience to reality is the yellow shirt he left her with, the one she’s a bit ashamed to say she’s been wearing to bed the past three nights, just so she can languish in his scent a little longer.

Of course, she hasn’t heard from him. It would be absurd if she had, or at least she keeps reminding herself of that when she finds herself spacing out during the slow moments at the diner or when taking off her stage makeup after the show. Elvis Presley is a busy man, and it’s likely he hadn’t given her a single thought since he left her pining and wanting in her drab little apartment.

Sure, he’d been good in the moment in making her feel special, and she can’t help thinking about all the little vulnerable snippets of him he showed her, all the strange things they seem to have in common…

Stop it. This is stupid. I’m never gonna see the man again.

It’s been a mantra in her head for days now, but unfortunately her touch-starved body hasn’t gotten the memo. If she had any sense, she’d drop her delusional fantasies and move on with her monotonous life.

“Hey, Pepper! Some guy is here to see you. Says it’s urgent,” Paul, the show’s stage manager, tells her briskly as she put the final touches on her face.

With no clue who it might be, a tightening in her belly warns it could be another overzealous “fan” like the one who caught her out the other night. But Paul is skilled at getting rid of the creeps, so it leaves her wondering as she makes her way backstage to the green room.

“Oh, thank God,” the short man sighs with palpable relief when she walks through the doorway. He looks incredibly familiar.

“Who…wait. Charlie?” she gasps in surprise. “What—what are you doing here?”

The man looks so glad to see her it takes her aback. “You are a hard woman to track down. Aren’t you ever home?”

“I…uh, I work two jobs, so not really,” she finds herself explaining. “I don’t mean to be rude, but why are you here?”

“Well, the boss wants to see ya tonight, needs ya to come to his show,” he says, pushing a large white box into her arms.

“The boss?” she asks, confused. He can’t possibly mean who she thinks he does.

“Elvis. Elvis wants you at his show tonight, so here I am to get you there. And that’s for you, to wear,” Charlie says with a knowing smile.

Pepper thinks that maybe exhaustion has caught up with her because there is no way this is real. She laughs a little, a giddy feeling pulsing through her veins, until the cold wash of reality douses her.

“That’s nice, but I have a show of my own to do, Charlie,” she says, sweeping a hand over her revealing costume. Her heart sinks and she’s a little angry Elvis presumed she could drop everything to be at his beck and call. “Thank Elvis for the invitation but remind him I really can’t afford to lose this job.” She hands the white box back to Charlie, unopened.

He sputters a little with panic. It makes sense—most women probably bend over backwards to accommodate a man like Elvis, but she has other things to worry about. And Elvis knows this, which makes her even more irritated.

“But…but he really wants you there, Pepper,” Charlie says in a futile attempt to persuade her. “He’ll be mighty disappointed if you don’t come.”

Her heart kerthunks at the suggestion Elvis has been thinking about her at all, much less for him to be disappointed by her absence, but it doesn’t quell the anger starting to build in her chest.

“Well, I’m sorry for that, but it’s too short of notice and I have a show to do. Tell your boss it would be good for him not to make assumptions.”

Charlie looks like she’s slapped him. She almost feels bad for him because she gets the impression, as wonderful as Elvis was with her the other night, he is not a man who likes to be told “no.”

“I need to be on stage soon. Bye, Charlie,” she says, fighting the urge to cry both with irritation and disappointment. She can’t afford to ruin her makeup this close to showtime and walks out before she can change her mind.

The smile she plasters across her face during the dinner show covers her aching discontent. She’s almost glad for the distraction—it takes her mind off the fact she’ll likely never hear from Elvis again. There is certainly no reason for a man like him to chase a woman like her, especially when she’s rejected him.

Lost in her dismal thoughts, she doesn’t hear Paul when he comes up behind her after the show. She jumps out of her skin when he touches her shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, Pepper, but you’ve got someone important on the phone for you,” Paul says, looking at her a little incredulously with a quirked brow, “and that little guy is back.”

What?

She makes her way back to the green room for the second time tonight, a racehorse running laps in her heart as she huffs down the hallway in her heels.

Charlie’s eyes brighten when they see her and he says nothing; he just holds out the phone receiver towards her. Trepidation makes her shake when she grabs it because as much as she wants to deny it, there’s no doubt who it could be.

“Hello?” she squeaks out, then races to clear her throat and relax her voice. “Who is this?”

“Peppercorn, you best be gettin’ that cute lil’ butt of yours down here, ‘fore I gotta come getchu myself,” Elvis familiar drawl growls commandingly in her ear.

It’s unfair the way it makes her toes curl and her thighs tighten, especially when a certain sense of fury at his orders slices through her arousal. If any other man talked like this to her, she’d hang up on him, but Elvis Presley is not just any other man.

“Well, hello to you, too, Elvis,” she says with ire. “I told you, I have my own shows and I can’t just up and leave on a whim.”

“Don’tchu worry about none of that, darlin’. I’ll take care of everything,” he says so smoothly it almost covers the impatience in his tone.

“What does that even mean?”

He sighs on the other end. “Honey, money ain’t an issue. I’ll give you more money than they’d pay you tonight to come to my show.”

The force of his words hits her square in the chest, her hand tightening around the phone. “And what about when they fire me for leaving without notice, hmm? You just gonna pay for my bills from now on? I’m not a whore, Elvis Presley. And I don’t want your damn money.”

That stubborn streak her mama always took her to task for has her seeing red, but somehow she has enough sense not to hang up on him directly. Instead, she just thrusts the phone into Charlie’s hand and storms off, not listening to the crackling voice yelling through the receiver.

Oooh, the nerve of that man, she thinks, her blood boiling at his insinuations. He’d been so nice and thoughtful the other night, not this demanding cad offering to pay her like some hooker off the street. For a man like that, offering what he did, it is blaringly obvious that there would be strings attached to such an arrangement, and she isn’t going to be some kept woman.

The audacity of his actions and words has her raging the more she thinks about him. The late show barely takes her mind off it, the entire exchange sending waves of adrenaline through her blood every time it pops back into her mind. By the time she is back home, she’s exhausted but wired, upset that her daydreams about this man were just that—fantasies.

Pepper convinced herself he wasn’t like any other man—that he was sweet and kind and didn’t just want her for her body. What a joke.He may be rich and powerful, but he certainly made his intentions clear with his demands.

Once in bed, she doesn’t bother to stop the tears leaking from her eyes and dripping into the mattress. A sick feeling of regret churns in her stomach as her rage cools and she begins second guessing all her choices. How she managed to ruin her chances with Elvis.

Buck up, kiddo, he’s just a guy. A famous, talented, and ridiculously handsome one, maybe, but still just a man in the end. He doesn’t matter. Your family does. She may not have much, but at least she has her dignity.

Or so she hopes, a certain yellow paisley shirt clinging to her body when sleep finally takes her.

*

An incessant pounding rouses Pepper from a fitful slumber. At first, she thinks it might be a whopper of a headache she’d felt coming on after last night’s events, but as she forces her gritty eyes open, she realizes it’s not that at all.

Someone is pounding on her front door.

Adrenaline kickstarts her body, despite the sleep that tries to reclaim her, and a quick look at the alarm clock on her nightstand shows it’s not quite four in the morning. She is cautious and more than a little scared as she slips her too flimsy robe on over her nightgown, pattering through the apartment with bare feet. Approaching the door with an element of stealth, which seems awfully stupid when she thinks about it, she peeks through the peephole, praying it’s not some drugged out creep looking for a good time or a maniac she needs to call the cops on.

But there is no mistaking the shock of black hair and the purple tinted sunglasses of the man causing such a racket on the other side of the wood. Her stomach drops and her heart flips.

You’ve got to be kidding me. She takes a shaky breath and opens the door before he can continue his barrage.

Elvis starts a bit when the door opens suddenly, his shoulders squaring and spine straightening. For a second, he almost looks self-conscious about his behavior, but it is gone and replaced with a narrow-eyed glare before she can dwell on it.

“You gonna let me in, sweetheart, or are we gonna do this out in the open for everyone to see?” he drawls, but it has a cutting edge to it she doesn’t recognize from their first meeting.

Now that he’s here in front of her, her earlier stubbornness is hard to locate behind the butterflies in her stomach and the sudden apprehension she feels about him being here again. He sucks all the air out of the room after she wordlessly opens the door further to let him stride through.

Pepper pulls her robe tight across her body, trying to cover herself as though he hadn’t already seen her bare, as if he hadn’t knelt in front of her to dress her in that dark alley. The thought, along with the waft of his cologne as he passes by her, makes her knees weak.

“Wha—what’re you doing here, Elvis?” she asks, the words sticking in her mouth with sleep and confusion as she flips on the lamp near the couch.

She realizes the mistake the moment it happens. Now she can truly see him in all his glory—his post-show glow giving him an other-worldly quality she didn’t know was possible. His tan skin and lustrous dark hair are indulgent to her senses and it’s almost painful how endless his sapphire eyes are when he takes off his tinted glasses and rakes those eyes over her body.

It sends a shiver right down to her toes.

“Peppercorn, you’re one helluva stubborn little girl,” he says huskily, pointing a long finger at her, “makin’ me come all the way down ‘ere to talk some damn sense into ya.”

It’s piercing and heated the way he says it and she feels somewhere between a scolded child and a wounded lover, neither of which fits the strange (non-)relationship she has with him, but she feels it all the same. Logic tells her he has no right to come in here like this, but the fact that he’s here at all, looking ethereal like some sort of angry god, has all logic flying out the window.

Digging her toes into the wood floor to keep herself grounded, she finally finds her voice again, “Excuse me?”

“And all this nonsense ‘bout ya being some kinda ‘whore’,” he barrels on, “and I ain’t never said no such thing, would never say such a thing aboutcha.” The vehemence with which he says it makes it sound likeshe was the one who offended him and not the other way around.

Pepper is confused for a second because of this, as her first instinct is to apologize to make him feel better, but then she remembers why she was mad in the first place.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t offer to pay me to spend time with you and be there to satisfy your every whim, I wouldn’t think that’s what you meant,” she says quietly, her voice shaking only slightly, as she throws it back at him.

His eyes flash and narrow while his cheeks redden underneath his tan. The divot in his jaw ticks with tension, and for a split second she regrets her words.

She can’t for the life of her understand why he cares and has gone to all this trouble and seems so upset. She’s nobody of consequence, and God knows any number of women are lined up at the ready for him if he wants company. And yet he’s here.

This doesn’t help the way her heart knocks against her ribcage, though, and she squeezes her hands tight to try and control her rapid breathing.

“Don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth, lil girl,” he growls, stepping towards her, backing her into the wall. Only the tiniest part of her is frightened despite his size and anger because his proximity and intensity ignite something molten in her veins. Her mouth parts but the quippy reply dies on her lips.

“Why don’tcha wanna come to my show?” There’s an element of hurt in his voice that surprises her, and it tugs at her heartstrings. He looks down at her and it nearly causes her knees to buckle. “I-I-I jus’ thought—”

“I would love to come. It breaks my heart that I can’t,” she whispers mournfully, the words popping out before you can think better of them.

An impish little smile plays at his lips. “It does, does it?”

Pepper can’t help but roll her eyes, tilting her chin to the side, mostly to avoid being swallowed up by those churning eyes of his. “Of course.”

“Then why you gotta be so stubborn, baby?” he replies, gently scolding her. His slender pointer finger grazes her jaw, then turns her chin back towards him.

She hopes he doesn’t feel the way she shudders from the contact. It’s embarrassing enough that she can’t seem to hold her ground with him in front of her like this. That she’s melting at his slightest touch. She struggles to get the words out, feeling heady with the heat of him so close.

“I don’t…it’s important for me to be able to take care of myself. I’ve had to for a long time. And you don’t need to give me anything for me to want to come see or spend time with you—you shouldn’t have to. Besides,” she adds quietly, looking down, “I’m not really the kind of girl who…um…takes advantage of things like that. So, as much as I want to, I can’t—"

The rest is swallowed before it can come out by the sweet softness of his plush lips pressing against her own. She gasps in surprise, but that, too, is consumed by his mouth. His hands cup her face, tilting it up towards his and Pepper flails for a moment in confusion until the gentle insistence of his kiss subdues her completely.

Warmth spreads through her limbs, followed by electric tingles which bounce around her stomach and suck the breath out of her lungs. Her hands land on his chest, feeling heat and dampness from sweat, his heart thrumming underneath her palm. It’s faster than she expects and in disbelief, she wonders if it’s because of her.

When he pulls away, lashes fluttering up to meet her gaze, it’s as if a rocket implodes inside her chest. She’s a goner—if she’s honest with herself, she has been since the moment he defended her in the alley—and she knows it’s a bad place to be with a man like Elvis. She struggles valiantly against her baser instincts.

“Wh-why did you do that?” she chokes out, still confused about the fact that Elvis Presley just kissed her.

His eyes go dark. “Did ya not like it?” he asks, concerned.

“N-No, no, it isn’t…it was lovely, I just—I mean, why me?” She looks up at him with earnest eyes.

Relief spreads across his face and he runs his knuckles over her cheek. “Honey, you are the realest person I’ve met in this godforsaken town—hell, anywhere, as a matter of fact—a-an’ the only one who ain’t asked o-o-or expected a damn thing from me in a long time. You jus’…understand.”

Surprisingly, she does.

“Now, with that said, I like ta—" His head comes down, pressing the sweaty warmth of his forehead against hers. “—give gifts and help those I care about.” He nuzzles his nose into hers. “You gonna let me help you, Peppercorn?” he whispers against her cheek.

Her mouth parts by its own accord as her insides go gooey, and those soft lips devour hers again before she can reply. Fisting the lapels of his jacket in her hands, she barely recognizes the moan that escapes her as being her own.

He pulls away slightly, pressing kisses into her jaw and down her neck. It’s utterly intoxicating.

“Elvis…” is all she’s able to groan out. He’s an assault to her senses in the best way, causing every nerve ending to go into overdrive, logic and caution be dammed.

“Gonna be good f’me?” he rasps, lightly brushing the backs of his fingers down over her breast. She gasps and her nipple pebbles hard in response under the silky friction of the fabric of his yellow shirt. Back arching, her body seeks more of him.

He hums, pulling her up into a blistering kiss that sets her on fire. Mind wiped clean, she leans into his touch when he palms the underside of her breast.

“Thought you was mad at me and here ya are wearin’ my shirt to bed,” he drawls with a knowing smirk, his finger toying with the top button. “Now why would ya do a thing like that, huh, darlin’?”

“I…” she says breathlessly but stops when she has no defense. Her cheeks turn fire-engine red, both from being caught out and from the fact he is much too deftly popping the first button, which due to the size of the shirt lies squarely between her cleavage, open. The fullness and heaving of her breasts push the fabric further apart.

“Hmm, I see,” he tuts. His finger traces its way down to work the second button. “Were ya dreamin’ about me, honey?”

Pepper whimpers and her thighs clutch together involuntarily at his whispered words, and he doesn’t miss this little tell, not by the little smirk on his face. The second button pops and the shirt falls open more.

He swoops her up against him for another kiss, his tongue swiping through her lips and rolling against hers. The rapidly-firming outline of his cock pressed against her belly is not lost on her, either.

“My lil’ Peppercorn, thinkin’ she’s gotta be all rough and tough all by her lonesome,” he murmurs as he makes quick work of the other buttons, his fingers grazing the bare skin of her abdomen. She trembles at his touch. “Don’t gotta worry no more, baby, I gotcha,” he purrs. In any other situation, she might find it condescending, this way he’s taking her to task for being cautious and independent, but she can’t quite bring herself to care so much anymore.

Elvis steps back a little, those shining blue eyes flaring a bit when he gets a look at her in her simple white cotton panties. He looks almost gleeful which banishes her self-consciousness at not wearing something sexier to bed. God knows the last thing she expected last night after she showered was Elvis Presley admiring her choice of underwear.

“Lemme take care of ya?” he asks dreamily, and the words go straight to her core, tingling her swelling lower lips in anticipation of what she hopes he is going to do to her.

All she can manage is a low whine of consent, nodding her head furiously just in case it isn’t clear how badly she needs him to touch her.

Elvis smiles and flits his fingers over the cotton covering her mound. The slightest brush of his finger against her clit sends her spasming like a live wire. It’s embarrassing, yet by the boyish dimple in his cheek, she reckons he’s pleased as punch.

“You been touched like this before, baby?” he asks quietly, circling over her so lightly she feels she might explode from want.

Blinking rapidly, she tries to focus enough to reply. “N-not in a long w-while,” she admits, relishing the sensation of him brushing over the soaked center of her underwear. She can’t help the roll of her hips towards his hand, desperate for more.

“Mmm,” he tuts, nodding to himself. Thankfully, he obliges her by pressing slightly upwards, pushing his panty covered finger up into her hole just a little, the palm of his hand putting pressure on her sensitive clit.

He only gives her a second of this, just long enough for her to gasp out, before he’s moving along. Her knees threaten to buckle and she whines. Then his mouth his on hers again, inhaling her exhale as he kisses her into complete submission.

Pepper loses track of how long they kiss, only that her lips are swollen and that she aches for him with every fiber of her being. The rhythm of his mouth is hypnotic and when he slides his hand down the front of her, into her damp curls, and finally gives attention to the place she wants him most, she cries out in pleasure.

Her legs falling open, he takes the cue and teases the hood of her sex. Nothing has prepared her for this—not her imagination nor her few previous experiences with men could ever match up to the blinding arousal she’s feeling right now.

Surprising her, he bends down, continuing his kisses down her chest, over the rise of her breasts and down her stomach. When he kneels in front of her, a waft of déjà vu comes over her, except this time he is undressing her instead, making the entire scene so erotic with his kiss-swollen lips and bedroom eyes and his hair falling in his face that she feels a needy, throbbing desire between her legs.

His tongue traces her belly button, distracting her from the fact he’s pulling her ruined underwear down her legs to puddle at her feet. It’s not until his lips are pressing into her mound that she realizes his intentions.

“Oh!” Her eyes flying open, she squirms a little in panic—she’s never had a man kiss her down there, and sure as hell didn’t consider that Elvis would want to do such a thing, but there he his, looking up at her, one eyebrow cocked. His eyes don’t leave hers as he swirls that tongue of his around her bud.

“Oh—omigod,” she cries, breath hitching. Her body goes into overdrive at all the new sensations, and he just smiles against her, snacking and lapping away at her, as happy as can be. The surreal nature of it all has her questioning her sanity, but the fleeting thought is quickly overwhelmed by the coil rapidly tightening in her belly. She hurtles towards an orgasm she’s not entirely ready for because she desperately doesn’t want this pleasure to end. Mewling and begging, it only takes one slender finger sliding up into her snatch coupled with the delicious, tongued assault on her clit to send her catapulting over the edge.

Her body tenses, then shudders violently against him as a silent scream catches in her throat. The heat rushing over her has nothing on any climax she’s ever had before which becomes evident in the way her legs shake and threaten to give way completely. Thankfully, Elvis holds her steady by the backs of her thighs, not letting her slump down to the floor like a sack of potatoes as her body relaxes. She can barely breathe for the way he licks her through the end of it, his enjoyment of her arousal obviously not just for her benefit.

Pepper vaguely registers her soft moans and her shivering limbs as she comes back into herself. Her head clonks back into the wall while she tries to get ahold of senses. She can’t seem to come down, though, not with this gorgeous man prostrated at her feet, enjoying her as though she were water in the desert.

Everything goes blank, everything but him.

Then he’s upright again, pressing his body into her, into the wall, his head nuzzling the soft spot under her ear. “Ya like that, honey? That okay?”

If she were more cognizant, she might think more on how he seems almost unsure of his abilities, but as it is, she barely manages a nod.

“S’wonderful,” she slurs, though she’s completely sober.

He smiles against her neck, chin sticky with her arousal. She doesn’t care. At this moment, all she wants is to be consumed by him, crushed by him, taken care of by him. All earlier arguments are forgotten, especially when he ruts against her bare leg, his erection hard and seeking.

“Can I, darlin’?” he whispers imploringly with a punctuated roll of his hips. “Hims need her bad.”

She wants to giggle at the cuteness of his baby talk and at the gallantry of his asking rather than taking—as if she would deny him—so instead she just nods yet again, pulling at the confines of his suit jacket.

In a near-frantic battle with his elaborate outfit, his belt finally clanks to the floor along with his pants and discarded jacket. When his cock springs free, unencumbered due to the lack of underwear, she is almost shocked, but is too distracted by what seems to be a wholly perfect representation of the male form.

It makes her look him up and down with an awed and heated gaze, somewhat disbelieving this otherworldly man wants her. By its own accord, her hand palms the heavy heat of him, sending a thrill though her when he groans out her name.

Needy and already dripping from the slit in his angry pink tip, he thrusts his cock into her hand. “Please, baby,” he breathes and all at once she realizes he is as desperate to have her as she is to have him.

She’s never fucked standing before and if she were in her right mind might be a little concerned about the mechanics of such a thing, but nature has a way of prevailing and without much to-do, Elvis lifts her long legs around his waist and braces her against the wall.

They both groan as he enters her. She’s more than wet, but his size and her lack of recent experience creates a stretching burn, nevertheless. It makes her hiss and bite down on her lip and being the observant lover he has turned out to be, he freezes partway in.

“You okay?” he asks, worried, and she nods emphatically because no, she doesn’t want him to stop but yes, it has been awhile since a man traversed this part of her. The bite of her nails on his shoulders is enough to remind him to go slow, despite the desire to fuck each other into oblivion.

With the utmost patience he works his way in with shallow, gentle thrusts as she coats him with her slick and relaxes enough to let him burrow deeper. The tight fit is delicious on his cock, which he makes note of in a string of murmured baby talk praises in her ear of what a good girlshe is and how tight she feels and how he’d just make a home in her pretty lil’ beaver forever if he could.

All this has her tingling and radiating warmth from the inside out and she begins to roll her hips to let him know she’s ready. It’s not long then before he’s nestled deep inside, his sweaty forehead pressed to hers before kissing her deeply. She tastes the tang of herself on his tongue, something that shouldn’t make her moan into his mouth, but she does, clinging to his shoulders as he finally begins to move in earnest.

And consumed by him she is—by his smell, his taste, the hard and soft planes of his body sliding against her own so deftly, thoroughly slotted as if made for each other. His rings cut into the bottom of her thigh as he grips her there in such a way that suggests he thinks she might float away and disappear without him there to anchor her.

He might very well be right.

Boldly, she meets his increasingly deep and pointed thrusts with the snap of her hips, as best she can at least, considering her lack of leverage. She chases him and he her, like some sort of erotic ouroboros eating its own tail. There is nothing but him and her and the joined chorus of breath in their near-frantic lovemaking.

Pepper has never come twice in a row with a man, not ever, yet as he plunders her just the right way in all the right spots, the telltale signs of that tension in her core spring to life again. He’s skilled in making her body sing, considering he barely knows her—or perhaps he knows her better than anyone else in his gilded town. Regardless, he coaxes her back to the edge with him with the softness of his lips and the scrape of his teeth and the caress of his fingers and hands in her most intimate places.

Skilled but sweet. Confident but desperate. The dichotomy of this man confounds her. Her back scrapes against the wall in time with the piston of his perfect hips, and the music of his soft moans has her near orgasm once again.

The build is slower this time and she relishes in every sensation, trying to commit them to memory. When she finally shatters around him at the crest of it all, Elvis shudders with a low groan and thrusts impossibly deep before pulsing hard, filling her with cum.

They collapse in on each other then, a panting silence filling the space around them. His breath is wet and heavy in the crook of her neck. She mindlessly runs her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, which is damp with sweat.

Oh, she’s in deep trouble with this one and she knows it. Part of her wants nothing more to stay like this forever, back scraping against the plaster, collapsed in a satisfied heap in Elvis’ arms.

A pleased hum comes from him, vibrating her sensitive skin, as he nestles deeper into her, despite the softening of his penis. It is needy and cuddly and unexpected based on the way he barged in earlier. But he continues to hold her tight, and she is powerless to deny him such a comfort.

She doesn’t want to.

“Come back with me, honey,” he whispers into the shell of her ear, causing her skin to pebble. “Please.”

Pepper wants to cry at the vulnerable way he says it and how it leaves her feeling so special because it seems to prove this was not just an angry, possessive fuck from a man who always gets what he wants. No, it feels charmingly sweet and melts her heart and body in all the right ways. It would be so easy to go, so tempting to fall into his arms again and again.

But things have never been easy for her and her damn pragmatic mind won’t let it rest why he showed up here in the first place.

“I—I can’t leave my jobs,” she whispers, her fingers carting through his dark hair by their own accord as his lips tackle her pulse point. She feels him smile against her skin, an action which shoots straight into her core, as if he hadn’t left her sated twice already.

“Well, I thought ya might say that, but it jus’ so happens the Hilton has a book-keeping openin’, if ya want it,” he says dreamily.

It takes a moment for her post-coital brain to make sense of what he’s saying. She pulls back.

“Wait. Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he replies, forcing his pleased grin into a serious scowl.

Her heart pounds even more than it did when his lips were on her. She knows jobs like this are hard for people like her to come by. Most casinos don’t want to take a chance on a showgirl doing their books.

This could change everything for her.

“I…but I don’t have much experience and they’ll never—” she babbles, sending herself into a panic.

“Baby,” he shushes, finally removing himself from her and setting her down gently, “you’ve already got the job.” He smooths her hair, lulling her into relaxing.

She shakes her head in disbelief. Part of her wants to balk against the kindness, telling her she didn’t earn it for herself. Elvis gleans this, however.

“Let me help you, darlin’,” he coos at her, brushing her hair over her shoulder. “Please. Let someone else take care of ya for once.”

Tears spring to her eyes. She can’t help it. The rollercoaster of the last few days has left her raw.

“You didn’t have to—it’s too much,” she sniffles, blinking back the tears.

“Wasn’t nothin’, baby. And you’ll be great, workin’ with all those numbers,” he says, rubbing the pad of his thumb across her cheek. “And, it ain’t entirely selfless,” he muses, “considerin’ you’ll be workin’ in the same place as me and they don’t need you to start for a couple weeks. Those hours give you plenty of time to come see me. To be with me.”

She can’t help but chuckle at that. “But I have to—”

“Good thing about that signing bonus, too. Means ya won’t have to worry ‘bout leavin’ those other jobs of yours,” he says nonchalantly.

“I’m sure you had nothing to do with that,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Nope, no siree.” His eyes twinkle at her.

Her guarded incredulousness disintegrates when she realizes he listened to her. Despite the misguided way he went about it, he figured out her need to be self-sufficient, solved the problem holding her back from him, and managed to get her a job she could barely dream of a few days ago.

It’s infuriating to her head-strong nature that he’s so deftly wheedled around all the obstacles and that she wants nothing more than to be in his arms and hear his vulnerability and go to his damn shows.

“Whadya say, Peppercorn? Will ya come be with me?” He says it with only the slightest tremor of doubt, those soulful eyes of his searching hers, dredging up feelings she knows will likely bite her in the ass later.

Finally, she takes a deep breath and nods. “Fine,” she tries to say with a hint of frustration, but she’s unable to keep her hopeful smile from raising the corners of her mouth.

The dimple carved out beneath his apple cheeks makes it all worth it and sends a shower of tingles through her body. He swoops her up in his arms, kissing her deeply and hugging her so tight she can barely draw breath.

Suffocated by Elvis Presley’s kisses wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, she thinks humorously as he takes her breath away.

“I should go clean up and pack some things,” she pants when they finally tear themselves away from each other.

He nods, looking mussed and blissful, his bedroom eyes heavy as though the night’s events have finally all caught up to him. Holding her hand until the last possible second, she’s near convinced that he’s about ready to fall asleep standing up.

She’s halfway down the hall when he calls out to her, voice husky. “Hey, honey.”

Pepper turns back to look at him.

“Bring the shirt,” Elvis says, his dark brow quirking suggestively, “I like it on ya.”

He gives her an idea, a bold one she acts on before she can think too much on it. “Bet you’d like it off me even more,” she says, sliding the already open shirt off her shoulders. It falls in a soft heap around her feet.

His eyes go wide and take in her bare form from head to toe. “Damn, woman, I think ya might be right.”

And with a growl, he charges her, sending her into shrieking giggles as she flees into her room. Tapping some hidden reserve of energy, he lifts her and throws her on her unmade bed, and then climbs in on top of her, showering her with kisses everywhere.

Loving the way his long body presses her into the sheets, she feels utterly content for once in her life to let loose a little and live in the present without a care in the world.

“Gonna take care of ya,” he whispers, running his hand reverently over her naked curves.

And she knows he will.

*

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