Faded Love! [Elvis Presley]

Chapter 12

I was up in the middle of the night. Elvis was playing the piano downstairs. I could hear him working on a song from my bedroom door. It was a song I never heard him sing before. I wondered if he was working on a new album.

I knew in the past he said he never created his own music. Maybe he was wanting to write a song?? But then I hear him. He was singing an older song. By Roy Orbison "Only The Lonely" He must be sad still over his breakup with Ginger.

The poor man never even got a proper goodbye from Ginger. She had broken things off with him by me telling him. And the whole world. Maybe Ginger would come to her senses and return to him. It was clear the man was not going to do well on his own.

I had to be of some comfort to him. I hear thunder booming outside. We were having a rainstorm here in Memphis. I grab a bathrobe. Then slip down the stairs to see how Elvis was doing.

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"Only the lonely know why, I cry tonight" he was singing as he played so well. My heart aches as I get closer to him. He had no idea someone was watching him sing. He thought he was alone. He stops then hangs his head a moment. I notice the ring Ginger used to wear was sitting on the piano. In a box. I wondered when she came by to bring back the ring, he had given her.

"Elvis?" I say softly.

His head whips up. "Hey sorry I did not wake you, did I? Ginger stopped by and gave me the ring today" he bitterly remarks. "She officially broke up with me" he mutters. "They all leave. I bet you would leave to" he grumbles. "Maybe I won't pay you enough and you will be leaving me to" he mutters as he looks out the window once his back was turned to me.

"Elvis I am not going to leave you. We are friends. We talked about that. I would like to be in your world. I want to be your friend" I say.

"They all want that. They beg me. Elvis please let me in your world. Elvis, I want to get to know you. Elvis you are so wonderful. And I have to know you more. You can trust me I swear Elvis" he grumbles. He slams his fist on the piano. The music plunks loudly in my ears causing me to jump.

"I am sorry Elvis. I am sorry" I stammer.

I did not know what to say. I never had been dumped by a fiancé. "I have always been let down to. I never wanted to let anyone in my world again. And I wanted to focus on me. Protect my heart from ever loving again" I ramble out to him.

"You did? Why?" he asks me curiously.

"Well, my last boyfriend I had he had cheated on me. I was not enough for him. He had to have what ever he wanted. When he wanted it. He only cared about himself. And that was not a healthy relationship" I say. "I also saw my heart needed time to heal. I put love on hold. I know someday I want a home and I want to provide for myself. So, I went about trying to do all that" I say. "I wanted to take care of me. Depend on me. Not a man" I explain.

"But you do need a man in your life" he says suddenly taking me by surprise.

"W-what?"

"You need someone to comfort you when you are lonely. You need someone to talk to after a long hard day's work. You need someone to laugh with. Someone to turn to" he tells me. "f**k so do I" he grumbles. "We are the same. You and I. No one wants to be in our world with us huh?" he bitterly laughs.

I shake my head. "I guess not" I say softly.

He steps closer to me. His eyes fall on my lips causing my heart to race faster. I back away from him.

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"Maybe we should...."

"Elvis stop right there okay. I know where you are going with this. I am alone. You are alone. And maybe we could love the one you're with. But Elvis it would be a blast. I am not gonna lie. We can't do this. You need me in your life. To get you back on track. And if anything happened between us then we would ruin our friendship. And I need to be in your life. You need me" I state as I back away again when he gets closer.

He pulls me in his arms. "We are a lot alike. I see the way you look at me Sandra. I know you want someone to be with you. And you want that someone to be me. I just ignored it before because I was trying to be the good guy. Not be a cheater. I am free. You are free.... why the hell not?" he asks me.

"Elvis no..."

Before I could utter another not my right-hand falls on his chest. Where his shirt was slightly opened. My hand was on his bare chest. His warm, masculine bare chest.

Oh god. I was melting inside. Elvis was used to getting what he wanted. Then what? What would happen once he had me? Would he fire me? Kick me to the curb?? Suddenly before I could bolt away from Elvis his lips crash to mine.

His lips curve over mine. My eyes are wide open. His are shut. Mine shut. I melt into him. I was not an expert kisser. But I knew a damn good kiss when one came my way. My head spun. I begin to lose all control.

His lips felt so good over mine. Before I knew it, my lips were returning each kiss. My left arm allows my hand to sneak up into his black hair near the nap of his neck. My fingers graze in those soft curls. I feel his hand move down to my a*s. He firmly grasps my a*s in his hand pulling my body closer to him. I feel his erection on me.

This was escalading so fast.

"Elvis wait..." I breathlessly mutter as I pull apart.

"What?" he asks me.

"We can't do this Elvis" I say.

"Can't? Your lips tell a different story" he chuckles causing my cheeks to blush.

"Sandra? Sandra?" I hear someone calling my name.

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I gasp as I wake up.

It had all been a dream!!

Thunder boomed though. The storm had been real. Elvis comes in my room.

"I heard you crying my name. Are you okay? The lights went out" he warns me as he comes in with a flashlight. I cover myself up with the blanket.

"Oh, I am fine" I say with a nod.

I feel embarrassed he had heard me calling his name when I dreamt about him. I had a dream about kissing my boss. I always had wondered what kissing Elvis would be like.

My cheeks are so red right now. I was glad the power was out! Then Elvis could not see me blushing like crazy. He would want to know why. And I did not want to go there!

"I am going to get the generator going. And we will have some power on. Hang on okay?" he tells me.

"Uh okay" I say softly.

I wait then suddenly the lights go on in the hall.

"We have power!" Elvis comes back in the room. "Hey are you okay? You look pretty shaken up there?" he asks me when he sees my worried looking face.

"I will be fine" I lie.

"You sure? Want to talk about that dream?" he offers.

"Oh, hell no" I laugh.

"Why was it about me?" he jokes.

My face is red again. I could feel the flames in my cheekbones. "Go!" I demand.

"Oh, so it was about me! What was it about? Tell me?" he begs to know.

I laugh. I shake my head. "Elvis I am not telling you what I was dreaming about!" I promise him sternly.

"Come on! No fun" he laughs. "I will tell you one of my dreams" he offers.

"No thank you" I say.

"With all joking aside have a sweet dream" he tells me. "I hope all your dreams come true" he teases with a wink. Then he heads out of there after he shuts the door behind him.

"f**k me" I laugh. I lay back down on the pillow. It had all been a dream.

Elvis would never want to be with someone like me. Still I could nearly feel those lips on mine. I wondered how good of a kisser he was? He kissed women at concerts all the time.

My lips ached for a kiss from my boss. I sigh as I toss and turn. My dream was heading me to a very naughty place. I should not be thinking of my boss in such a manner. But most people did not have Elvis Presley for a boss!

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