For this imagine; Elvis does not live with his parents yet- instead shares a room with the others btw ❤️
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You could never forget that day when you met Elvis. Yes, Elvis Presley. You remember how charming he looked in his army uniform as he ran past you; doing the daily exercises and routines you father put the whole regiment through. Although your father was a lieutenant, him and sergeant Presley got along splendidly. When you first moved over to Germany; to join your father- he insisted you come along to meet the regiment (which included Presley.)
"His uniform complimented his skin tone gorgeously and his eyes stood out against the dull brown backdrop of the base. He definitely stood out against everyone else. There was something special about him."
"Carry on!" Your daughter breathed out in awe; hair spread over her silk pillow. The lights were off and you were ready to go to bed but she insisted you told her the story of how you met THE Elvis Presley AGAIN. She is growing up so quickly, she is already 4 but looks just like her dad and you blended together.
"So after they were finished with training, Elvis ran over to me, all sweaty and out of breath."
***************************** Flashback
"Hiya sweetheart; ain't you a beauty?" He almost seemed to question you in his southern accent, flashing his brilliant white teeth your way, his hair greasy from sweat rather then gel and his icy blue eyes staring (or so it seemed) into your soul. Your father tightened his grip around your shoulders protectively; yet still smiled at Elvis. "This is my daughter, Y/N. She is the one I was telling you about. She just moved here." Your father reminded Elvis- making him snap out of whatever thoughts he was having and stop staring at you.
"Huh? Oh Y/N! Well Y/F/N, I did not expect her to be such a pretty little un'." He chuckled to your father as you blushed severely, staring down at your pink kitten heels which stood out among the mud. "I suppose I should introduce myself properly. I'm Elvis. Elvis Presley." He came closer, reaching his sweaty palm to touch yours, making your heart beat faster as he brought your hand up to his soft, gentle peach coloured lips- planting a sweet kiss on your cold skin- Germany sure was colder then you expected and you certainly were not dressed for the occasion in your skirt and halter next top in a light white cotton. Elvis's eyes never stopped looking into yours, even after he had let go of you.
Your cheeks flushed again- as your father cleared his throat seeming almost disapproving. "Anyway Sergeant Presley, shouldn't you be instructing the regiment through the running course for today?" Father nodded towards the rest of the men who seemed to be running amok; loudly joking and play fighting each other. Elvis stood to attention, brows furrowed and jaw clenched, giving father a salute before shouting rather unnecessarily loudly "YES SIR."
Just as Elvis finished his salute, a cold wind blew, threatening to lift up your skirt which made you hold onto it for dear life- becoming embarrassed as Elvis watched you struggle. Without saying anything, he lifted his smart green jacket from around his broad shoulders, using his manly hands to shrug the material from around his arms, until it was limp in his grip. Stepping forwards again, you felt his warm breath in your ear as he reached behind you to pull the jacket around your waist, hanging the big shoulders on your little ones, until you were snug and cosy in his very own uniform (which smelt of cologne and sweat- not that you were complaining). Elvis stood up again, now left in his basic camouflage shirt, his hair fluffy from movement yet still damp from earlier.
