A Week in Rural Scotland

[rainne]

Thank you for joining us here in picturesque Glen Macalie, on the shore of Loch Leven in the Grampian Mountains of Scotland. We welcome you to the campus of the Glen Macalie School for Girls and hope that you will enjoy your stay.


This week will largely be unstructured; you are welcome to investigate the castle (which dates back to 1237 CE) and the nearby village of Glen Macalie. Some resources which will be available to you include:

In the castle:
Comprehensive Library
Modern Kitchens
State of the art Training/Exercise Room
Extensively landscaped grounds and gardens
Horseback Riding
Fishing
Hiking

In the village:
Shopping
Pubs and restaurants
Museum
Historical buildings
Golf

We ask only that you take care to observe the following rules:

1) Please do not leave campus near or after dark.
2) Venturing too far outside after dark, even on campus, is not guaranteed to be safe. You do so at your own risk.
3) There will be occasional evening events. Participation in these events should be considered of minor risk; however, anyone taking part should endeavor to follow all directions to ensure his or her safety.

If you have any questions, please feel free to see Mr. Giles or Ms. Summers.

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[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

He kisses her firmly, covering her body with his and resting his weight on her in an attempt to make them both feel both secure. It was almost protective, a feeling he'd get over after they'd spent some more time together out of danger.

Moving to her neck, he takes a deep breath, appreciating how wonderful she smells. Guys don't generally smell so wonderful. He nips at her neck lightly, testing to see how she feels about being bitten.

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

He kisses her firmly, pressing close to her in a way that almost feels protective, like he's keeping her close and safe. After everything that's been going on recently, she doesn't mind the sensation so much, as she kisses him back.

One hand tangles in his hair, holding him in place, she lets out a whimper when he nips at her neck, wanting to feel something more concrete. her other hand trails down his spine.

~fiona

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

He wonders if she has a condom, knowing that he probably does in his suitcase, but that's back in the car he wrecked. He hadn't been thinking he'd see anyone here worth having sex with, but especially not her - the only person he really wanted to see lately, if he were being honest.

Moving down to focus on her breasts, he circles her nipple with his tongue, sighing contentedly against her skin.

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

When his lips move down to her breasts, she breathes out his name, the hand in his hair tightening it's grip a little, giving his hair a small tug. Her back arched off the bed, pressing her body closer to his.

They needed a condom. She was on the pill too, but still. She had a few in her suitcase, but she didn't want to move away from him until she had to.

"Jesus," she gasped when he moved to her other breast. His lips on her skin felt amazing. Felt like she'd been waiting for it all this time, not even knowing she was waiting for it.

~Fiona

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

He moans when she tugs his hair, clearly approving of even the slightest bit of roughness. "Shit... condom." He's annoyed with himself for not having one, and doesn't want her to move away for even a moment.

He decides to keep making his way down her body, scattering kisses over her belly, along her hip and inner thighs. He smiles up at her before ducking his head to run his tongue between her legs, tentatively exploring. He hasn't gone down in a woman since he dated Hannah in college, and he hopes he still knows what he's doing.

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

When he asks about the condom, she manages to make out the word,"Yeah." Before she's completely distracted again by his lips moving down her body. the rest of her words cut off into a moan that she tries to stifle by biting down on her bottom lip.

After placing kisses on her inner thighs, she's not sure if she can wait, and she blinks hard to try and regain focus. "In my suitcase," she says before his tongue glides over her and she lets out a soft moan of pleasure.

~Fiona

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Her suitcase will have to wait, he thinks, smiling to himself as he's reassured by the noises she makes. Any concern he'd had that he didn't know how to do this with a woman anymore is lost as he presses his lips against her, holding her thighs and hips steady as he continues to explore her. He takes his cues from her, paying attention to what she seems to like best and responding accordingly. He realizes that he'd be content to get her off this way, without anything in return for himself, and is surprised by how unselfish that is. Elijah feels that he is often the most selfish person he knows.

- Elijah

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

Her hands fist in the sheets as he continues to please her, seeming to find all the ways to drive her wild, not realizing that he's taking cues from her, or how loud she might be being. She can feel the tension building.

"Elijah..." she gasps out, trying to give him some sort of warning that she's close,"...close." Most of her words getting lost in her mewls of pleasure.

Shortly after her body quakes as she goes over the edge.

~Fiona

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Elijah reaches up to take her hands, lacing their fingers together and holding onto them as she comes. He doesn't let up, riding out her orgasm before pulling back and looking up at her with a satisfied grin. "You look so beautiful," he murmurs.

- Elijah

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

he takes her hands into his, lacing their fingers, and she squeezes his hands as she orgasms. Their hands being linked gives her a connected feeling she's not used to.

He rides out her orgasm, and her whole body relaxes into the bed, a wide grin on her face, as she feels totally sated, basking in the after glow.

She chuckles softly, feeling a little self-conscious when he says she looks beautiful, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Stop that," she says, but there's really no fight in the words as she gently tugs on his hands, wanting him to come back up. When he's laying down next to her, she says,"That was amazing."