#thread: christianxisla 01

[burnishedrebel]

“God these things get on my tits,” Christian murmured as he sidled up to his wife, having just returned from the bar. He handed a glass of champagne to her before lifting his bourbon up to his lips to sip from. After a lifetime in Hollywood, premieres, ceremonies and parties all merged into one. The winter around awards season was especially bad, with countless events that he had to attend. If not for Isla’s presence by his side, Christian would’ve skipped entirely or gotten a lot drunker. 

Christian slid his free hand along the small of Isla’s back, his palm resting comfortably. He surveyed the crowds milling around the ballroom before them, and as he did so, an idea struck him. A smirk curled onto his lips. “My love…” he murmured, leaning in to whisper against his wife’s ear. “Perhaps we can brighten things up a little, hmm?” He allowed a moment for the prospect to sink in before he continued. “Is there anyone here you think might be… interesting… for us to take home tonight?” As he finished, Christian’s smirk burst into a grin, his eyes sparkling as he caught his wife’s gaze. 

@superscd

[burnishedrebel]

“You do… and I love that. You deserve the world, my darling,” Christian mused fondly to Isla’s sentiment. A notorious hard ass professionally, with a reputation as charming if guarded elsewhere, Christian saved his warmth and love for Isla only. It had taken him a long time to find someone worthy of marrying and becoming his partner in every aspect of life. But, once he’d found her, he knew Isla was the one. Hence, they were so attuned as to pick a gorgeous plaything to be their third every so often. 

Isla’s suggestion of them playing side by side made Christian smirk again, an approving chuckle following. “Yes, I like that a lot,” he murmured, turning as Isla spoke to point out a young redhead across the room. Christian regarded the prospective partner for a few moments, listening as Isla mused about her. “I know her… I think. Of her, I should say,” he began. “Actress. New on the scene. A few things under her belt but nothing major… looking for that big break.” Again, that smirk curled onto his lips as ideas abounded in his mind. “You’re right. She looks like she’d be so eager to please.” 

@ghcststory

It was exactly like that, and that was why it worked. Why they worked. Even despite the chaos that was the Hollywood elite, the lies, the betrayals, the manipulation and the false friendships, the two of them could always come together to make a little magic of their own. And it was never more magical than when they were selecting their third, the one who would become their willing and eager plaything for the night. "Mm, that is a difficult decision," Isla teased. "I get so spoiled regardless of the role." Which she deserved.

"Maybe tonight we can play side by side." Isla enjoyed when the power dynamic between the two was equal, and they got to take that out on whoever it was that had caught their attention. "Perhaps that one," she then paused, a delicate finger pointing out toward a red head she hadn't seen before. "Do you know her? I'd like to meet her, from here she looks good enough to eat, but also very eager to please." Now it all depended on if she was the right fit, if she'd be willing to play a hushed game of cat and mouse.

[burnishedrebel]

Isla’s quip about dessert made Christian chuckle. “Isn’t it just like that?” he murmured, tone teasing and smirk wicked on his lips. From the expressions on Isla’s features, he could tell his wife felt exactly the same way as he did. It was one of the countless reasons why he loved her so much. Turning his gaze back to the crowd, Christian sipped from his bourbon whilst Isla mused about his mood and how he might like her to act with the companion they eventually chose. The two options she proffered made Christian’s smirk grow, a knowing laugh following. 

“Oh darling,” he began, his tone teasing but underlined by affection and love. “You really do spoil me for choice, don’t you?” Chuckling again, Christian took a few moments to think through both options. “I must admit I’m rather torn,” he confessed, the smirk still gracing his lips. “It’s like asking me to choose between two of the finest champagnes out there.” As he spoke, he started gently rubbing the small of her back with his fingertips. “Pray tell, love,” Christian continued. “Perhaps you could tell me what you’re in the mood for tonight…” 

@superscd

It was crowds like this one, stuffed to the brim with he velvet-lined vultures, that Isla always hated most. Perhaps life in the limelight all these years had left her a little jaded, but the faux-friendliness and insincere congratulations made her stomach turn. Still, Isla did what she always did: she kept a pleasant smile on her face, a glass of champagne in hand, and stood by Christian’s side. When his hand then found the small of her back, the stone cold mask she wore softened a little.

"You make it sound like we're at the supermarket," Isla remarked with a smirk. "Deciding what to have for dessert." And it was exactly why she liked it so much. Her smirk grew, eyes dancing over the open crowd at all the unsuspecting faces. It was like picking a gift from under the tree. She would have been lying if she said she didn't find pleasure in the hunt. "I think it depends what you're in the mood for, dear." She brought the champagne to her lips. "How would you like me? In charge and by your side or," she paused, "on my knees for you to use as you please?"