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.
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.
He toys with the buttons on her shirt absently.
Quill grins and nips sharply at her ankle, then sucks at the mark until it's a lovely shade of reddish purple.
If she were thinking clearer, she'd be thanking Merlin for knee-high socks.
John's hand slips inside her shirt, rubbing over her stomach firmly.
Did someone mention knees? Oh look, knees! And such lovely knees they are. Tasty, too.