There are three students waking up -- slowly -- in the Room of Requirement. Two Hufflepuffs and a Gryffindor. Donna stirs a little, and shifts over, cuddling up to Quill.
John makes a muffled noise, burying his face against Donna's shoulder. No waking up.
Quill has somehow managed to flip himself over onto his stomach, and his face is quite firmly mashed into the cushion. He is completely and utterly dead to the world.
Donna mumbles something sleepily.
Bah. Waking up."Go back to sleep," he mutters at Donna quietly.
Quill snuffles quietly into the cushion, stirring.
"If I go back to sleep," Donna murmurs, rolling over to face him, "I can't do this." Kissing happens.
Hm. Point.He kisses back for a bit, then grins. "Be awake, then."
"I refuse." he mumbles, face still mashed. "B'quiet."
Donna nudges Quill with her elbow. "You be quiet."
He laughs a little.
He whimpers faintly, batting at Donna's arm. "Stoppit. Sleeping.*
"Kissing John is a quiet pastime." She goes back to that.
He laughs more, kissing back.
"...Oh bloody hell." he whines. How's he supposed to sleep with that going on?
Donna glances at him. "Feeling left out?" she asks, breathlessly.
That just makes him laugh again.
"...No, that's quite alright. Carry on."Why yes, his face is still smashed into the cushion.
She slides up behind him and kisses his neck. "Are you sure?"
He smirks, shifting to just watch them.
His breath catches. "...Yes?"
She bites the juncture of neck and shoulder, and then soothes it with her tongue. "Positive?"
He very purposefully does not laugh.
He gasps and squirms slightly, shivering as his hands clench on the cushion. "P-pretty sure."
She licks up the side of his throat. "Would you like me to stop, then?"
John suspects the answer is no.