<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Ettiene Bonhomme (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Dating Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br/><strong>House and Year:</strong>Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Connie, Claudette, Open<br/>*wearing (http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Janice-Fronimakis-For-Canali-Fall-Winter-2011.12-MaleModelSceneNet-01.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Whenever that perfect female alighted his flesh with her electric lips, Ettiene felt revitalized!  His limbs coursed with lightning, and in their wake, the pleasurable sensation that dulled his senses permeated through his body and made him feel fuzzy and woozy and lightheaded.  He was no longer an intelligent, compassionate young man.  No, that identity had been stunned!  What was left was a savage!  A brute.  The aspect of man that lurks within man, behind the facade of empathy.  He represents want and desire.  How else could the dazed lover immediately react in the manner he did to return Constance's kiss?  For that is what he did!  She kissed him, and immediately, like an asp at a passing ankle, he snapped his face towards hers and pressed his hard lips to her plushy and perfect ones.  His lips tasted of brine, as the two young adults had waded in the Mediterranean one last time before departing back to Beauxbatons, and made love upon the rocks.  Hers tasted sweet.  And though he was spent, and verily, for Constance was a perfect Veela in her demands during their vacation, he found just enough strength to want her one more time.  They would have to be discreet.  She would have to promise to be quiet.<br/><br/>No, they had to behave appropriately!  Argh!<br/><br/>How did she do it, he wondered to himself?  How did she always smell so fine?  How did she always taste so great?  Even the manner that her heart fluttered within her supple chest sounded like an unconquerable cadence that inspired him to do better for his just desserts.  And there could be no greater reward than the love and affection of Constance.<br/><br/>Every.  Single.  Time.  Every single time that he looked at her beautiful, steely gaze, and spied her teeth behind her smile, he thought the same thing.<em>Dude, you are hitting that.  This is awesome!</em>Ettiene wished that it was a more romantic thought, but he wasn't thinking straight.  He couldn't capture the carnal sensations he felt for his darling with words or feelings that made sense.  He wasn't a poet, and he couldn't describe the indescribable, except to say that it felt pretty cool.  She was breathtaking in appearance!  Every movement, from the way she craned her neck to the manner in which she sat, fascinated the poor Frenchman.  The way she wielded every word could melt the hardest heart, and resurrect men who now were, functionally speaking, not men.<br/><br/><em>Yes, my Queen!  I can listen to you speak all day.  It doesn't sound like syllables to me.  Just sounds.  Sounds fluttering through my ears, affecting my mind like a Veela's song.</em><br/><br/>Ettiene clutched her hand piously between his large palms, worshiping his beloved as she imperially stated her intent to spend her Christmas with him.  He felt like he just won the lottery.  That's how a man felt when they were loved by a woman like Constance.  Every instant is like winning the lottery.  Beaming now from ear to ear, he turned to look at Claudette and said:<br/><br/>"It is nice for you to care about your friend, and be concerned about her social welfare like that," Ettiene said, smiling warmly.  He always liked it when Claudette tried to get Constance to do the right thing, because it demonstrated, to him, that she cared.  Ettiene couldn't really see that it was an attempt to separate them.  He didn't really think that Claudette liked him!<br/><br/>"Indeed, her mother will have to learn to deal with it," he said as he smiled at Constance.   "As my mother will have to."<br/><br/>Ettiene had been too busy having the greatest time of his life to worry about his mother.  But now that he brought her thought into being by mentioning her, he was utterly mortified.  He wouldn't put it past Belleza Bonhomme to come down to Beauxbatons and completely humiliate him in front of everyone.  And it wasn't like you could say anything to her to get her to change her mind!  No, she was like a wolf on the prowl for calves, and the world only contained one wolf, and that was her!  And everyone else was just a calf ready for slaughtering before that intimidating and vindictive woman.  Belleza Bonhomme really cared about her son.  But she cared aggressively.<br/><br/>"Constance, my love... Have I mentioned how horrifying my mother is?  Now that I'm coming off cloud nine, I'm beginning to suspect that there will be consequences for our actions.  I wouldn't change anything that we did, but... well, my mother has a very strong personality and I'm a little afraid of her when she sets out to read me the riot act.  And she is definitely going to do that, because not only did I lie to her about my whereabouts, but I may have borrowed a bit of money.  And by a bit of money, I mean a lot of money, darling."  He mulled this over and then added:   "And by borrow, I mean stole.  I stole a lot of money."