Taste of Heaven Pair 3 [Invite Only]

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Corbin paused, almost dramatically, before reading out the next pair: Elenore and Corbin. "The rest of you can drink and mingle while our two chosen ones get comfortable. When it's time to announce the next pair, I'll call for you to gather again," he said.

To the pair, in a lower tone, he added, "Consent is the key word. If either of you so much as think of doing something the other doesn't agree to, there will be fudging hell to pay, am I clear?" His tone was void of any emotion, dark and dangerous; he was serious. "Should either attempt, the safe word is, simply, 'dolvina'. Commit it to memory -- dolvina." Pausing for a moment, he made sure to look both individual in the eyes before continuing. "This is for emergencies only, meaning you cannot -- and you will not -- use it simply because you don't enjoy the company of the other."

There was a low threat in his tone, indicating that nasty things would happen should the phrase be used otherwise, but what these were he didn't say. Instead, with a smirk, he motioned towards the door. "Enjoy," he said, waiting for them to enter before he started the timer.
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OOC Things to note:

1) These pairings were genuinely made with a pairing generator online, with the only edited tweaks being when siblings or two characters of the same handler were paired, in which case names were randomly switched.

I'm sorry if you don't like your pairing.

2) As your characters won't know how long they have to spend in the room (it can be anywhere from 7 minutes to 15 minutes, and is completely random), Mads and I have decided that neither will you (surprise? heh).

As such, keep posting with each other and after the allocated time (we'll estimate from the writing), we'll post as Corbin or Lucy and 'open' the door, ending the thread.

IF you want to include a timeline at the bottom (for example, OOC: it's been one minute in this thread) feel free to, although try and remember that the time they could be locked together is between SEVEN and FIFTEEN minutes (so keeping the count after seven to one minute at a time would be helpful for us <3)

3) Enjoy! <3 If you have questions, feel free to ask me or Maddie. Smile

We hope you enjoy it and that your characters don't suffer -- too much -- from being forced into a small, tight space with random people. Having said that, we're not sorry, and neither are Corbin or Lucy. xD <3

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It had been somewhat of an interesting notion for him to be paired with Elenore. She seemed to be the most haughty of them all, although outward appearances usually didn't mean much in terms of what they were actually like. However, he was somewhat weary; she was a Pureblood, and while he had no issues with those people, some of them tended to annoy him.

He'd figure it out as it happened, though, as he always did, and he moved to the door, opening it and stepping inside. It was smaller than he first anticipated -- he'd simply requested for it to be made without giving too many details -- but it was much better than something huge. That way, they'd be forced together, and that was always fun.

He held the door open for the witch, a small smile on his face as he waited for her to enter. "Nothing wrong with me, I hope," he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. "Wouldn't want you to be disappointed now, would we."

Subject: Re: Taste of Heaven Pair 3 [Invite Only] Sun Apr 02, 2017 8:38 pm

At the announcement of games, Elenore had been intrigued, but subtly so. She was nothing short of in control as the rules were explained, only glancing towards her brother when the game's explanation was given. This was not... proper... and the French witch was more than a little nervous. Kissing? Merde. She thought to herself, trying not to concede to fear. A Clement never gave in to fear, fear was weakness.

Watching the first two pairs disappear, Elenore had moved to the drinks table and taken another glass of wine, sipping it still with refined qualities, but quicker than she had the last time. Trying to calm her nerves. Outwardly, you would not know the French witch to be nervous, but as the group congregated for the third time, Elenore knew her luck was going to run out soon enough. The younger boy - Eli she believed, had been shamefully paired with a Slytherin witch, before Dimitri and Carlotta had slunk off. Elenore had not been one to be waiting for the outcome of the antics, but the reaction from the party was enough to guess what had happened.

Elenore had just about finished her newly acquired drink when she heard her name being called... A small, shy smile - mostly put up to reflect her fear that she would not let anyone see - touched her lips as she moved towards Corbin. The Slytherin at least had manners enough to open the door for her, and without a backwards glance, the Hufflepuff stepped in to the room, her smile growing a little less forced at his words. "I don't think there's anything wrong with you..." Elenore told him softly, French accent in full flourish in that moment - not that she ever hid it - her eyes going soft as she looked at him slightly through her eyelashes.

"Unless... there's something you wish to tell me..?" She prompted, waiting for Corbin to take the lead as the door closed behind them. Elenore had absolutely no clue what was going to happen, and her head was not at all ready to give her the endless possibilities and outcomes of the scenario before her.

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Corbin knew everyone who'd been invited, although not all of them as well as he'd liked to. After all, with the party expanding to more than just close friends, he couldn't claim to be knowledgable about the secrets of everyone invited; still, he didn't simply hand out invites. But Elenore, the person he'd been paired with (much to his disappointment, he had to admit; he'd wished it was Naomi for the sake of fun) wasn't one he did much research on.

She'd been pointed out to him by one of his good friends and told she would make an excellent invite. He'd watched her in a few classes to get a feel for the witch and then, deciding that she wasn't one to have loose lips (Purebloods normally never did; they knew how to be discrete, one of their few plus sides) passed her the verbal invite.

But besides her last name and the conotations of being a Clement, he knew next to nothing. She was fourteen, which probably meant she was not yet engaged. From what he knew about the Pureblood society, besides typically being extremely boring during parties, the females usually got engaged during their fifth or sixth year.

That meant she was, at the very least, single. If she'd want to do anything with him, though, was another question he'd need to find the answer to. If she wasn't, it would be a rather dull...however long it was. To add to the fun, he didn't know how long he had; likewise, Lucy didn't know how long she had, either. They knew each other's, but not their own, and Corbin simply hoped that it was a decent amount of time for some fun.

As soon as she stepped inside, he let the door go, allowing it to shut with a slam that seemed to be magnified by the small space. He watched her carefully to see if she'd jumped, amusement dancing in his eyes. He let out a dry chuckle at her comment. "Only that in this light your eyes really do shine," he said, keeping his tone casual. He leaned against the wall, slipping one hand into his pocket as he did, the other resting near his wand, although not in a way that made it seem as though he was going to use it. No, that was merely for protection, in case she got offended.

Subject: Re: Taste of Heaven Pair 3 [Invite Only] Tue Apr 04, 2017 1:57 pm

As Corbin let go of the door, Elenore had seen, and didn't find herself jumping. It had been loud, though, and the French witch did grimace slightly as it seemed to echo in her head in a non-too-pleasant manner. Still, she gave no comment, despite the amused look on Corbin's features. What his goal was right now... Elenore didn't know.

The comment on her eyes - Merlin, Elenore thought to herself, please don't let him think he's being original with that one - made the witch smile softly, accepting without speaking the compliment he'd paid her. It was the polite thing to do, after all. Elenore, however, was not one for cheap compliments, so she didn't offer one in return, if that was what he was expecting, he'd be sorely disappointed.

Corbin made a move to make himself comfortable, leaning against the wall in what she supposed was supposed to be a calm manner. However, the French witch noted his hand sneaking in to his pocket, and tucked away that information. It may have been subtle, but Elenore had been taught by her father the beauty of body language. Still, at least Corbin wasn't under estimating her capabilities. Elenore was thankful of that much.

But, as the comment on her eyes was the only thing Elenore had been given to work with, she back tracked on her earlier silence. "I'll make sure to thank the hosts for their choice in lights, then." Elenore told him with a soft smile, before raising her eyebrow ever so slightly at his relaxed nature.

"Did you not wish to play this game..?" Elenore asked him, innocence ringing through her question as ah looked at him. She'd never played, but she didn't see the point in wasting energy trying to play if the other party didn't want to.

That, and she wanted to pretend, to herself, she had the confidence to win.

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She didn't flinch -- save per a grimace that didn't really count; it had been loud -- and Corbin was already pushing certain assumptions aside and pulling others closer to being set in stone. He continued watching her, taking in as many of her subtle movements as he could. He could read her, but what she was thinking and if he was correct he'd never be certain until he tested his theories.

But time had already gone by, a minute or so by his count, and playing games was not something he wanted to do right now. Not with a gorgeous single female before him. If he had time, sure, he'd go for a longer version of what he wanted to do -- it bore greater results, too. But here and now was not the right time for that. He'd have to settle for something more obvious.

He waited for her move, and the comment made him smile a little, raising an eyebrow. "You know the hosts?" he asked, freigning surprise. "I wasn't made aware you were one of the few who were knew their identities." He was quite certain she didn't know about him and Lucy, although what she said was intriguing. Did she suspect, or was it just something said to make him think she knew people, when she didn't?

If she was pretending to know them, it would be fun to toy around with that a little, see how far she would go before admitting she made it up. But the seconds were ticking by, and Corbin had to force down his desire to play. There was something else he wanted right now -- something more.

The question brought forth an amused smirk. "I am playing, mon petit." he asked, using the one term in French he actually knew. He'd picked it up...somewhere, although he couldn't really remember now. Perhaps something he read or watched, or perhaps he'd been with a French girl at some point and she taught him that phrase. Which it was, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that it was a term of endearment that roughly translated to 'my cream puff' or something similar to that.

As petnames went, it was weird, but when in France -- or rather, when with the French... He straightened a little, hand still in his pocket, other still resting near his wand, and took a step forward, so he was closer to her by a considerable amount. "Are you?" he asked, lowering his tone a little; he leaned forward a little more, although still keeping about a foot away from her in case she didn't want to do anything. "We don't have to if you don't want to," he finished, now dropping to something just above a whisper.

Subject: Re: Taste of Heaven Pair 3 [Invite Only] Wed Apr 05, 2017 7:12 am

Being scrutinised was not a new feeling for Elenore, not did it make her buckle. Corbin's eyes could roam over her as much as he liked, for he was nothing in comparison to the Pureblood males she'd endured. Merlin, even her brother had done it, and no one, in this school, and her opinion, rivalled Jacques in that respect.

But the witch did not let Corbin know that she knew what he was doing, nor that it didn't bother her in the slightest, no, instead she remained quiet, and waited for his choice of comments back to her.

The French witch's lips tweaked up in to a larger smile as Corbin hung on words of little and less meaning. Shaking her bead at his words, the witch explained. "It was a throw away comment, Corbin. A bridge for the topic in question. A play at modesty." She explained, relaxing her lips back down in to a soft smile. It showed her something, though, the boy before her got hung up on the smallest of things...

The moment French fell from the boy's lips. In a horrible manner, to say the least - English people speaking in her tongue was a no, every time - Elenore brought her right hand up, her index finger pressing to his lips as her eyes looked straight in to his. She wasn't angry, nor anything else that would bring negative connotations. "Please, if you're trying to flirt, or be attractive, don't try to make yourself so with my language." Elenore explained, giving him a small smile as she allowed her hand to return to her side.

Corbin moved closer in the next moment, though, and Elenore didn't move back, her eyes remaining on his face. The question, followed by the statement, made Elenore's less fearless side take over. She didn't know why, but she simply couldn't allow Corbin to get to one up on her...

So, taking a small step forward to close the gap, Elenore allowed her left hand to move to the boy's chest, pushing herself up slightly on her toes to reach him, Elenore placed a very soft kiss to Corbin's lips. Her own, soft and balmed with a tinted lip gloss, gentle in touch. Her perfume, the type to thrill the senses, but ask it it was ever there in the first place.

Elenore had made the first move, and she was rather proud of herself, she had to say.

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He fought a smile at her reply. "Small talk is a waste of time," he said, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. He'd never really been one to care what he said and to whom; if he was given a chance, he'd tell the President of certain countries they sucked, straight to their face, without so much as blinking. "Say what you mean. Things would be much more simple if everyone did."

One thing Corbin was sure he'd never understand were females. They tended to skip around topics, filling gaps with conversation fillers and nonsense sentences that held no actual value, like dust on a shelf. He chose to hold back a rather inappropiate comment on modesty and the witch before him, not because he cared but because he figured it wouldn't help his current situation. He was after a kiss (or more), and not a hex to the face.

His amusement only grew at the finger on his lips, raising an eyebrow as she began to speak. It was tempting -- so very, very tempting -- to give a half-assed reply in French, and for but a moment Corbin debated saying, Pardon. I won't do it again, simply to see the reaction it would get him. Pardon was, if he recalled correctly, originally French, although it was used often in English -- pardon this, pardon that... It was polite, nevertheless, and not a phrase he often used.

Had he been in a different circumstance, he might've. But, with a goal in mind, he refrained, as tempting as it was, and merely smirked at her. "Ah, not impressed by my attempt at being multilingual, I take it," he commented, dryly. "And I'm not trying, Clement -- I am flirting. That is what this cupboard for, after all -- that, and fudging."

The kiss took him off guard, slightly, but he didn't let it show. He'd hoped for something like that, although he hadn't been sure if a Pureblood would've rose to the (somewhat obvious) invitation. But she did, and rather well done, too, and he found himself smiling into her lips. They were soft and moist, and he could just about taste blackberries, a hint of spice coming through, and the very slightest trace of salted chocolate. It didn't last long, though, and as her lips left his he breathed in deeply.

There was something... enthralling about ... about something. He couldn't quite figure out what. Perfume? None he could specifically smell. He wrote it off temporarily, focusing on the witch mere centimeters away. "Not the most expensive wine, but I hope you enjoyed it?" he murmured, waiting a second before pressing his lips to hers once more. He came away for but a second. "I know I am," he added, before kissing her once more.

Subject: Re: Taste of Heaven Pair 3 [Invite Only] Mon Apr 17, 2017 8:10 pm

"If I said what I meant, to everyone, I'm afraid I wouldn't be quite the sweet, innocent person a lot of people would believe me to be." Elenore responded to the boy, giving him a devilish smile in that moment. That was what this room was for, doing and saying things that no one else could hear, or see. Things that would not - or should not - be divulged to others.

It went without saying that Elenore had not been impressed with his attempts at speaking her native tongue. The only ones who should, in her opinion, were those who understood the language. Knew how to phrase the words with the right accents - the English, Elenore had learnt, could not do this at all.

Corbin's crass comment about what this game was for made Elenore simply look at him with a blank expression. Not blank in that she didn't understand. Blank as in she held no opinion on the words he'd just uttered. They were neither impressive enough to comment on, or lousy enough to make her say something to correct him. He could be crass if he thought that was what she would like, though in truth, it did little to sway her opinion of him.

Perhaps he thinks it makes him look like a bigger man, Elenore thought to herself.

The kiss hadn't really been that great, if Elenore had been honest. Corbin's lips were slightly rougher than she'd anticipated - though she put this down to him being a boy - and there was perhaps a light hint of stubble below his lower lip that when it touched her skin made her feel a little itchy feeling in it's place. But, he did at least taste nice - a sweet kind of taste that she assumed arose from some of the alcohol they'd been consuming.

As she pulled away, Corbin asked of the wine, and Elenore's eyes focused on his. An amused smile playing on her lips as she tried to decipher if he was really asking her, of all people, as to whether she was enjoying the wine. Corbin's lips came back to hers a moment later, though, and Elenore's retort was held back as she tried to enjoy the second kiss more.

The French witch did find more enjoyment in the second, ridding herself of the idea kissing boys was going to be all nice, sweet and fluffy - that's how romance novels always depicted them, anyway - and instead took it for what it was. Unscripted, imperfect, and rough around the edges. Corbin knew what he was doing, though, and Elenore took up the role of submitting to his whims in that moment, eyes closing as their lips moved together.

The small pause as Corbin admitted he was enjoying the kiss - not directly,
no, but Elenore understood what he was getting at - the witch couldn't help but feel a little heat move in to her cheeks. The realisation of what she was doing - with Jacques just outside the door - made this all the more enjoyable. It was a risk that sent shivers down her spine as she pressed a firmer kiss against Corbin's lips.

This time, though, it was her turn to pull away slightly. Heady from the kisses, the idea of getting caught, or being with a man that was not Pureblood were making her head spin in a sensation she'd never experienced. Lust, her mind supplied. "Well, should you ever find yourself in Versailles, Henderson, I'm sure I could show you sweet fruits you'd enjoy more." She purred back, this time using her own flirting skills to work back against the Slytherin boy.

Did she mean it? Corbin would only find out if he tried.

Bringing her lips back up to his, Elenore waited for Corbin to take this further, knowing that... in this moment... she wasn't sure where her line was.

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He let out a genuine laugh. "What? You'd tell everyone to fudge off?" he asked, amused. Most people were not very honest for that exact reason. Still, he sometimes wished he could read minds for the sheer amusement it would bring knowing what others were thinking.

He didn't quite lose himself in the kisses, not yet, although he could feel a fire starting to burn somewhere deep inside him. It was familiar, like an old friend, and he knew without needing to think what it was -- lust. When was the last time he'd been with someone? Two weeks, maybe three? Too long, whatever the case, and he had to fight down the temptation to turn the kiss into more.

Not yet. He'd have to be patient, let her take the lead for a short while and see where she wanted to take it.

Her offer, though, made him smirk. That was an offer he couldn't refuse, and as their lips moved to meet again, he murmured, "I'll find a way to be there." And then he spoke no more, enjoying instead the aftertaste of the wine she'd drunk.

He relaxed, trusting that the further kisses were a sign that she wasn't about to turn on him and hex him, and let instinct guide his movements and his senses. It was almost second nature, and he lifted his arms, draping one around her waist and the other on the back of her neck, pulling her gently towards him. Softly so as not to hurt her, but with enough firmness to indicate this was what he wanted, he twisted, bringing her body with his, and pressed her against the wall.

He let a heartbeat or two pass to ensure she wasn't uncomfortable and wanted to pull away before he parted his kiss a little, allowing his tongue to explore further and further forward.

Eyes closed, he let his fingers run through her hair before bringing it forward to brush against her cheek, and then letting it travel downwards, where he found her hand and, intwining his fingers with hers, guided them to his waist. What she did, though, was up to her. He moved his hand once again, this time to the wall. Using it as a brace, he leaned forward, pressing more firmly into her, his kiss getting more passionate by the second.

The fire was at a peak, making his thoughts unclear; he'd had lots of practise controlling himself, though, and he resisted doing what his insticts were telling him. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist a little, although not so hard as to hurt, and tilted his head a little, pushing his tongue further forward.

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