The Other Presley Girl

THE OTHER PRESLEY GIRL


(Set in 1987)


"So?"

"So?"

"An empty house!"

He waggled his thick, dark brows suggestively melted chocolate brown eyes glued to her taught backside moulded into a pair of skin tight black jeans as she sauntered past him to place her bag on the grand black marble counter, giggling like a little girl.

"A not so empty Manor house, Michael... my sister's here. And slow down fella I ain't endin' up in the closet again!"

Michael grinned, raising an abnormally large dark mocha hand to adjust the off-white fedora which perched snuggly on the top of his curly crown, using a slender, nimble fore finger to push up the wide brim.

"Ah... my humble apologys for my... um, loutish? Behaviour yesterday Miss Presley, desire simply got the better of me, though I have to add its all your damn fault..."

Sienna-Marie's mouth dropped slightly, her plump, soft blood red lips forming a wide 'O'.

"Oh, really and why's that... Mr. Jackson? Hum?"

He pushed himself with force away from the counter he'd prevouly had his hip shoved against, stalking slowly around the island, pressing his hard, muscular body against hers trapping her against the cherry wood cupboards.

"Becuase your so captivatingly beautiful and utterly devine, you do things to me girl... but, I promise to be on my best behaviour, scout's honour. Infact I 'll be a perfect gentleman today starting with - DAMN!"

He slapped his hand across his eyes, peering out at her sheepishly from between two fingers as she tossed a confused glance over her shoulder.

"What?!"

"I left them in the limo..."

"Huh?"

She spun on the heel of her cowgirl boots just in time to see the briefest flash of cream vanish through the door, the echo of his spats on the polished wooden floors was the only sign he'd actually been there at all, he returned only moments later with a huge bouquet of tiger lilies in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other and a triumphant grin plastered cross his handsome features.

"A little birdie told me they're your ultimate favorites."

He handed her the flowers, taking delight in the faint rose flush on her olive toned cheeks as she burried her nose into the mass of sceneted pink petals spectaular emerald green eyes drifting shut for a second as she inhaled the heady scent.

"Aw, yes they are... who's the little birdie?"

Michael shrugged fingering one of the pearlized buttons on his royal blue satin shirt.

"... A bird thats small..."

"Would he happen to be the owner of an impressive pair of sideburns?"

". . . Maybe."

"I knew it, I bloody well knew you were pumping Torn for info on me you little stalker!"

she giggled, playfully swatting him on the arm several times before retriving her flowers from the side and rushing across the ridculasly large kitchen to fill a vase full of water and place them in the window cill.

"But seriously Michael, thank you I can'tremember the last time someone brought me flowers."

He chortled softly, grasping her by her tiny hand and tugging her close to him, pressing her tiny body as close to his as possible. Feeling her sinewy arms wrap around his waist and embrace him tightly he gently dropped his nose to her hair inhaling her seet vanilla scent.

"Now, I have a hard time believing that girl..."

His whisper was so soft, his breath so wonderfully warm against her ear.

"Mike... your making me blush..."

He giggled softly at her muffled sentance, running his fingers through the never ending inky black tresses before softly cupping her chin, forcing her to raise her face up to him where he watched her intensely for a few minutes, for the first time completely mesmeries by her beauty, and God wasn't she beautiful... he smirked softly.

"Aw, you've gone all red!"

"No, really? thanks for making it worse... Jackass."

"Hehe... my pleasure!"

Monday morning finally dawned bright and promising. Promising because as Sienna-Marie half heartedly pulled back the heavy aubergine coloured velvet drapes and leaned out of the window to deeply inhale the sickly sweet aroma of the early December morning, resting both elbows casually on the honey-suckle encrusted stone ledge she realised with vast relief that the relentless pounding in her head had at long last abated. She took a moment to glance up at the wide dark blue canvas above her, disturbed only by a generous smattering of small silvers orbs their strong glow only just beginning to fade cranning her slender neck to the side she gazed long and hard at the first few bright rays of the rising sun half expecting for the throbbing to return tenfold. Much to her delight she was wrong, not only had the bad head finally decided to pack up and shift but so had the constant dizzy spells that came hand in hand with it. And as she gazed absently into the hazy blue distance it occured to her that she'd missed a whopping 72 hours, she noticed for example that the rose bushes which outlined the seemingly neverending gardens were now blanketed in a thick layer of fluffy white snow whereas the last time she'd bothered to properly gaze at them they'd just begun to wilt.

Oh, she'd carried on of course, being the daughter of such a famous entertainer she really had no other option other than to grin and bear it, plus the past three days hadn't forced her into her bed but it had all been one expanding blur which she had tremendous trouble recalling. But none the less it was over now and with that realisation came a broad grin spreading across her pretty face as she hung out of the window in nothing but her thigh high slinky red robe and matching slippers, before even thinking about it she let out a shrill woop of joy and quickly darted back into the safety of her french chic style bedroom and quickly stripping herself of the robe, leaving her in nothing but her very worn, over sized 'Purple Rain' Prince tour T-shirt as she sashayed into the bathroom, pausing for a moment to cast a glance into the mirrored wall only to grimace at the sight glaring back at her quickly turn the other way and yank the tee over her head. A shower that was all she needed, then wella as good as new.


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"She'd like to see you after you've eaten breakfast Miss."

Coral observed tarly from her place at the sink, furiously scrubbing at the bottom of a large saucepan before casting a meek glance over her shoulder at the young woman leant against the counter. Sienna's brows furowed.

"Who?"

"Lisa-Marie, she called this morning said it was real f*cking urgant and she needed to see you NOW!"

Forcing out a loud exhale through gritted teeth the younger of the two women groaned, the last visit she recieved from her dear sister ended in a rucus. With Lisa throwing a tantrum about Sienna always being the favourite. No. She wasn't, Lisa was a hard nut, she was harsh, plain spoken and un-trusting whereas in contrast Sienna was the complete opposite. Funny, friendly and once her trust had been put into someone she was extremely loyal. She gave a short laugh. Everyone thought she was the youngest Presley sister, they should see Lisa-Marie in the midst of a paddy! Allowing the maid a curt nod she plopped down at the table plucking a rosy red apple from the fruit bowl.

"Did she give any hints as to why she was coming by?"

Coral shook her head, finally placing the saucepan onto the stainless steel rack and wringing out the sponge.

"No, she just said she was coming over and you'd better have a decent explaination ready."

"What have I supposedly done now?"

The maid only answered her boss with a shrug and a sypathetic smile.

"Well either way Miss, Good luck!"

Sienna gave a small chortle and shot her employee a playful wink before grabbing the mug Charie had set infront of her and taking a cautious sip of the creamy liquid contained inside.

"Yep, I'm sure I'll need plenty of that."

She muttered at long last getting the chance to bury her nose into the daily mail one of her many gaurds had oh-so kindly placed on the elegant, curved cherry wood dining table and see that none other than Michael Jackson had once again made headlines:

'W*cko J*cko sleeps in Hyperbaric chamber'

Reading the actual artical turned out to be rather amusing seeing as Sienna knew Michael quite well. Infact ever since they'd met on the set of Captain Eo a year back he'd been following her around like a love struck pup, forever calling her and asking if she was busy. Dumb question on his part really she was Sienna-Marie Presley she was always busy, now more than ever with her debut album Teenage Dream about to hit stores but still for Michael she managed to spare the time. Actually she'd come to the swift conclusion he was a fairly decent guy. Funny, intellegent, smart, incredibly thoughtful and on top of it he was very easy on the eyes.

Shame he didn't let the media see the man she knew...

Throwing the paper into the bin and feeling immense satisfaction at hearing the final thump she drained the last dregs from her mug in one large gulp and stalked across the wide kitchen to place it on the black marble counter her fine mood slowly diminishing with each secnd that passed. Sienna knew to some extent that her the remaining strans of her good mood that were managing to cling on were about to be thrown to the hounds the second her older sister strutted through that door with her slashed jet black bangs, dark red lips poised for yet another fight. And right there and then Sienna knew she had to do something about Lisa...

Yes, if not for herself then fo the rest of the family because this was just getting rediculas!