John is hanging out in the Owlry! He is sending a letter. His once-a-month letter to his parents saying 'hey I'm still alive no worries.'He is also giving his own treats.
Donna leans forward to kiss the back of Quill's neck and steal the appropriate bottle and glass.
John foregoes a glass. He never drinks from a glass. He is not all high class like these two.He leans against Donna comfortably.
Well, now what's Quill supposed to do with the extra? He can't very well drink from two glasses at once! ...At least not easily. He glances out the corner of his eye at Donna and grins slyly, surreptitiously stashing his bottle out of the way, then grabs her foot, tickling the back of her knee.
Donna happens to be extremely sensitive behind her knees!...Not in a strictly ticklish manner! She bites her lip and thwaps his shoulder. "Bad!"
John smirks a little.
He smirks, unrepentant, but relents and stops tickling. He does, however, pull her shoe off and start massaging her foot. And he does have wickedly clever hands.
She leans against John, sipping her wine with her eyes closed. "Quill, you have the most fantastic hands. I adore you."
John considers that since Donna's leaning against him, this is the perfect opportunity to kiss her neck. Since it's not that far away or anything.So he shifts and does.
Quill grins wickedly up at John through his bangs, then leans down and licks the top of Donna's foot.
Donna finds John's hand and digs her nails in. "Oh..."
He pries Donna's nails off him. "That hurts."He retaliates by biting her neck.
He snickers and licks her foot again, slower, then sucks her big toe into his mouth, still pressing his fingers into the arch.
Donna whimpers, right about when John bites her neck.
He smirks a little, soothing the spot with his tongue.
He smirks around her toe, then nips lightly, fingers pressing just so. She does have rather pretty feet.
"You two are--terrible--"
"Terrible? Really? Should we stop, then?"
He lets her toe leave his mouth with a faint 'pop', then looks up at her with eyebrow raised. "I do believe I should be offended. I thought I was rather good at that, you know." he smirks.
"If you stop I'll hex you," she says, her lips falling into an adorable little pout.
He laughs a little, slipping his arm around her. "I hardly think you'd be able to."
"Oh, she's rather fast, actually. Not as fast as I am, but I've had more practice." he smirks. "Now do hush, dearest. I'm trying to concentrate here." And with that, he goes back to lavishing attention on each of Donna's toes, his fingers never ceasing their slow, circular movements.
Donna clutches at John.
He chuckles against her neck, shifting a bit closer and kissing her again.
He moves slowly up to her ankle, teasing gently with his tongue and fingers.
She closes her eyes, her mouth opening a little but no sound coming out.