"Honey, where do ya think you're going?" Elvis drawled from the sofa, glancing towards you picking your handbag up from the coffee table. "Just to the shops,honey, why? You want anything?" You replied, looking up at smiling, shocked and confused as to why his jaw was clenched and as to why he was ushering you over to him.
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Slowly and nervously, you stepped up to Elvis as he looked up at you from his seat. "You think you're going to the shops like that hon, think again." He chuckled, breathing in through his gritted teeth rather heavily. Angrily, your anger seethed through you and your blood began to boil. "Well, hon, you see, this skirt, just a little short and, well..." Elvis curled his lip, beginning to reach out and rub your bare leg with his palm.
*SLAP*
Elvis drew his red hand back in shock with wide blue eyes, mouth agape. "My choice of clothing is not up to your decision Mr Elvis Aaron Presley. Now if you don't mind, I'm going now." You hissed, waltzing out and leaving him gasping on the sofa. Proud of yourself, you smirked, touching the front door handle and twisting it, feeling the cold air surge through the house.
*BAM*
The noise echoed as you craned your neck to see Elvis towering above you, one hand on the door, smirking right back at you. "You thought you could get through me, didn't ya?" He grinned. "I don't think so darl."
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Sighing, defeated, you flounced up the stairs away from him and decided to simply give up, changing into a circle skirt instead and wondering how you lost sight and pride of yourself amidst your relationship with Elvis.
