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 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.
Donna wonders if she should be helpful and unbutton her shirt.
John is getting to that. Slowly.
Quill starts playing with the edge of her skirt, nibbling on her thigh.
Donna clutches at John, and at the cushion underneath her. A small 'oh' escapes.
He shifts to wrap his other arm around her, unbuttoning her shirt carefully.
Both hands glide up, pushing her skirt back until he can play with the hem of her panties. His breathing is quick, and he watches John's hands with wide eyes. The newness of everything is still somewhat overwhelming, now and then, but he wouldn't trade it for anything.
Donna isn't ordinarily this quiet, honestly. Her fingers flex on John's hip, and her eyelids flutter.
He tugs her tie loose, pulling her shirt open and running his hands over her skin.
He takes her panties off, slowly drawing them down over her legs while his gaze shifts from her face to John's hands and back, fascinated.
She shifts a bit to aid the removal of panties, tilting her head back. Her underwear -- both bra and panties -- is pale yellow, quite small and mostly lace. You will never catch Donna in plain white.
John smirks a little, kissing over her shoulder.
Quill blinks a bit at the profusion of lace, but shrugs. Maybe he can get her in silk later. Dark blue silk! No no, black silk. Ooh, lovely.Temporarily setting his contemplation of underwear aside, he goes back to exploring the soft skin of Donna's thighs, fingers wandering slowly upwards.
Donna likes lace, but she will likely go along easily enough if Quill wants her in silk. She probably has plenty of underwear he'd like better than this. She also has a set of dress robes that require a corset underneath. Her legs drift a bit further apart.
John would likely hate those robes.He shifts carefully, hands moving to get her bra off.
Quill would probably find them positively delightful, but he has a bit of a thing for wearing corsets.He hesitates for a moment, not quite sure what exactly he plans on doing, then decides to just go for it. Enthusiasm makes up for inexperience some, after all.
Donna has a corset. She will show Quill, if he would like that. Her breath hitches. She does help John get her out of her bra, though, with a bit of manouvering.