Wild One

Lizzie Angel. Porn Star. Here to take the whip back. "I think of myself as a survivor. I took the world by the balls, and rode that shit all the way home. And maybe at the end of the day I want to cry, or be weak, or curl up in a ball. But that doesn't change the fact that I wake up in the morning and put my god damn heels on, and strut my ass to the next thing with smeared eyeliner, and red lipstick. Trashy is the new classy, and damaged is the new couture."

[lloydbadbitch]

[rhetthxtfield]

    “Of course you wouldn’t mind, but I think the delivery boy might be a little scared by my boxers.” Rhett joked as he dropped her down onto the sofa, making sure she landed in pillows instead of on the remote. “Go ahead and pick something to watch, I’ll grab your beer out of the kitchen.” He stole a quick kiss before walking off into the kitchen grabbing her glass and another bottle for himself out of the fridge. “Are you going to clear out a drawer for me?” he questioned as he settled down beside her.

[lizziexangel]

Lizzie landed on the couch with a little huff, smiling as she did. Searching through the cushions until she found the remote, she turned on the TV, skimming through channel's until she came upon an episode of Ink Master on Spike. She settled in, smiling up at him as he handed her her beer and asked his question. "I just might. But only if that means I get to see your face around here whenever I want."

[rhetthxtfield]

Who: Lizzie and Rhett  When: August 23rd. Where: Virgo Opera House What: Arriving at the Ball

    Rhett gently pulled her towards him, one arm looping around her waist while the other stayed clasped around her’s. “Don’t do that, you’ll ruin the surprise.” he joked, letting go of her hand so he could swat her away from his mask. He chuckled into the kiss, breaking it with a wide smile as he started to sway. He’d never been a good dancer, but he was always willing to try for people that he loved and she was certainly one of those people. “Not to be a downer but…we’re not staying here all night, right?” He had no problem showing her off to everyone on the island, in fact he’d been wanting to do that for a while, it was just the setting. Despite how beautiful the whole event was, something about it just seemed sleazy.

[lizziexangel]

    Lizzie easily slid into Rhett's grasp. Pressed against him, she began to sway to the music, smiling up at her boyfriend as the lights twinkled around him. Maybe she was being cheesy, or a romantic despite having sworn she wasn't one, but she couldn't help but have her cinderella moment, feeling like she'd finally found her prince at the ball. After Rhett spoke, Lizzie chuckled and shook her head lightly, curls (once again) moving out of place. "No way... I feel like this place is just going to errupt into an orgy at somepoint. And i'd rather not be here to see that part."

[rhetthxtfield]

Who: Lizzie and Rhett  When: August 23rd. Where: Virgo Opera House What: Arriving at the Ball

    Rhett had never really been a fan of the events on the island, he much preferred to just stay home far away from all the public sex that would be going on. Who really wants to ruin a nice pair of dress shoes by stepping in jizz anyways? He’d promised, to himself at least, that he’d go and suck it up for a few dances with Lizzie…if he could even find her. He fiddled with the knot on his tie as he walked down the path towards the opera house already dreading what he could walk up on. He squeezed between the people gathered around the refreshments, glad that he didn’t have to serve for the night. He wasn’t sure he could spend the whole night packing a tray of snacks around and offering them to people who really had their eyes on other things. 

    The red head’s fingers came up to adjust his mask when he’d gotten to a high enough point to look around the room trying his best to find his girlfriend. When he’d caught sight of her against a wall his grin grew. He was sure that some guy would have swung by and tried to sweep her off her feet by now, but it didn’t really seem that way. “Prettiest wall flower I’ve ever seen.” he chuckled as he approached her, hand outstretched in hopes that she’d come dance.

[lizziexangel]

    Lizzie was just about ready to call Rhett and tell him to stay home; that she'd be over soon and they could dance as much as they wanted in the comfort of his kitchen while they wait for the pizza to finish cooking. But, even with her general distaste for fancy get-togethers, she had to hand it to whoever put this thing together. The place was gorgeous. It made her feel like she was in a scene in some romantic comedy, and she was about to watch the engenue make her way down the staircase.

    But then she heard his voice, that unmistakable smile on his lips, eyes glistening from behind his mask. She couldn't contain the grin from spreading on her lips, and suddenly she was happy that she wasn't spending the night at home. "You flatter me," she teased, taking his hand and moving in close to him. "And who is this handsome stranger who insists on making me blush?" She raised a brow, raising her hand to lift Rhett's mask. She leaned up on her toes, and kissed his lips with a smile against it.

[jjadethirlwall]

[lizziexangel]

Who: Lizzie and __ When: August 23rd. Where:Virgo Opera House What: Arriving at the Ball

Lizzie's hair was done up in curls, waving over one shoulder, and she couldn't get it to sit just right. She'd messed with it over and over again, until finally calling it a day and heading to the Opera House in a flurry. She'd tripped over her heels a total of seven times on the way there, and knew that after a few drinks and an hour or so at this place, the shoes were coming off and the hair was coming down. But for now, her dress fit just right, her mask perfectly in place, and she'd try her best to look somewhat appealing amongst the sea of beautiful women at Virgo.

She entered the room, making her way down the staircase as he eyes scanned the room for anyone familiar. Anyone at all. But it was hard to tell who was who, which she supposed was the point. She snatched a champagne flute from a passing waiter, and drank it in a matter of seconds. She had no problem with parties; put her in a bar full of perfect strangers and she'd leave the night as everyone's best friend. But it was how pristine this whole thing was. She had never considered herself highclass, and ultimately felt out of place amongst the others. Looking around, she settled for a place against the wall, watching the passerby's and her own shoes against the marble floor.

[lizziexangel]

Lizzie Angel || Masquerade Ball Outfit and Mask

[missmaryalcott-deactivated20150]

I just… It’s stupid really. Whiny little heiress complaining about money.

My parents have officially cut off my access to my family accounts. I transferred over quite a bit, so I don’t have to worry about that, but…

[lizziexangel]

Oh gosh, that's awful... [She bit her lip, sitting next to Mary and listening intently.] But I bet that hurts... being cut off like that.

[queria-poder-fugir]

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[lizziexangel]

    Be my lover boy     Be my spark     Be my fire, boy     In the dark     Even though I'm out in the night.

Even though I'm wrong, just be mine.

[rhetthxtfield]

    Rhett hummed quietly, hands skimming back and forth across her back just enjoying the moment of closeness they had. “Well, I’m glad you feel like this about me.” he murmured before moving to stand, hands shifting to grasp at her thighs to hold her up as he packed her out of the bedroom and into the living room. “It’s not fair that you have comfy clothes and I’m stuck in this.” he sighed half debating just sitting on the couch in his boxers.

[lizziexangel]

    Lizzie let out a little squeak as she was lifted, wrapping her legs around Rhett, and holding onto his shoulders. She giggled, and pecked his cheek. "You could always just lose your pants. I won't mind." She smirked, and then continued. "Though you should probably have a stash of comfy clothes here for moments like these."

[rhetthxtfield]

    “Funny, I don’t remember getting my certificate for moving up in leagues. I always figured I was still in that dirt league way below you.” Rhett laughed as he looped his arms around her waist knowing he should be serious, but he couldn’t help it. “Listen, I’m with the the girl I’m supposed to be with, the girl I like waking up next to even though she drools, the girl that’s too short to reach the top shelf in the cabinets but will literally kill me if I try and help, the girl who asked me to tell her a secret and I did instead of lying. I’m with the perfect girl.” He smiled softly and leaned his head forward until their foreheads touched perfectly happy with just sitting there with her.

[lizziexangel]

    With every word, Lizzie felt her heart soar. No one in her life had ever made her feel this way. Since her father left her, after that horrible night, she hadn't let anyone in the way she wanted to let Rhett in. She felt like she could tell him everything about herself, and he might be the one person in the world that wouldn't judge her. Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against his, taking shallow breaths. "I've never... felt like this. For anyone before." She said honestly.

[rhetthxtfield]

    “And here I thought last night was your worst. I dunno babe, the whole rollers and green stuff could be quite the turn on.” Rhett chuckled as he leaned back to place his glass on the bedside table. He lifted himself back up as she came over, hands falling to her hips as she straddled his waist. “A good addition to the decor? Hmm, I guess I’m glad I match your duvet then.” he joked, leaning forward to kiss her gently.

[lizziexangel]

    Her hands run through the back of his hair, her eyes scanning his face lovingly. She returns the kiss, breaking away to watch his eyes before she speaks lightly. "You know... I don't know what made you stay with me. You're like... five hundred leagues above me, and I-" She shook her head, looking down for a second, before finding his gaze again. "You lead this whole life, with it's dark spots or not, that I couldn't even dream of, and you should be with some brilliant, ivy league sorority girl or something. But... I'm really glad that you're not." She bit her lip, smiling shyly at him.

[elenamalinson]

[missmaryalcott-deactivated20150]

No, I’m completely fine. Just go on your merry little way.

[lizziexangel]

You don't look so fine...

C'mon. You let me cry in your lap without even knowing my name, what's going on, buttercup?

[rhetthxtfield]

    Rhett kept a tight grip on her hips as he thrusted, jaw clenched as he fought to hold back his own orgasm long enough for her to reach her’s. He picked up the pace a bit letting out his own loud moan as he reached his peak just moments after her. It took him a few moments to slow the pulse of his hips to a stop after she’d collapsed onto his chest, but once he had he looped his arms around her waist lifting his head to pepper kisses along her shoulder. “So much for that shower you got.” he teased between heavy breaths.

[lizziexangel]

    Lizzie clung to Rhett, her body still tingling with the affects of the orgasm. She took a few deep breaths before turning her head to look at him. "I can always take another," she smiled hazily, leaning in to capture his lips a few times. She ran her hand through his hair, and watched his eyes. "Or we could..." She bit her lip, looking at him hopefully. "Don't go into work today."

[rhetthxtfield]

    “Okay babe, whatever you want.” Rhett muttered as he dialed the number for the kitchen on the island. After he ordered their pizza he grabbed his glass and started down the hall towards the bedroom, grinning as he poked his head around the cover. “Are you going to put on a green mud mask or something with your hair in curlers? Are we at that stage in our relationship?” he laughed as he walked further in, plopping down at the foot of the bed.

[lizziexangel]

    Lizzie made her way into the bedroom, digging through her drawers until she found a pair of pink boxer short pajama bottoms, and a basic white racerback tank. She threw her clothes into the hamper across the room, including her bra that didn't do much for her tiny tits anyway. (She was very hostile toward her own small breasts.) Once dressed again, she walked to the mirror and began to put her hair up in a bun at the top of her head. As she heard Rhett's voice, she couldn't help but laugh lightly. "Oh yes. One day in and I'm ready to let you see me at my worst." She teased, fixing her hair, and moving to stand in front of Rhett on the bed, smiling. "I like when you're in this room. On my bed." She moved to put her knees on either side of Rhett's legs, sitting lightly in his lap. "You're a good addition to the decor." She laughed lighty.

[belle-cross]

"Thank you.." She spoke walking out into the mall hallway with Lizzie. She nodded. "the books.. Yes.. The monsters.. No.. Haven’t met any yet.." She laughed in response.

[lizziexangel]

"Well, I'm glad you've been more fortunate than she was..." She chuckles, holding the bar door open for Belle, "Though, I guess her monster was a hot prince deep down. That's probably a metaphor or something."