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 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.
John returns to kissing her throat, hands rubbing over her chest slowly.
Wow, that is some enthusiasm there. It's still all incredibly strange, but he just may grow to like this. It's interesting. Not to mention ridiculously hot, if a bit...messy.
Messy is a good word. 'Makes Donna whimper' is a good phrase for it, too.
John just smirks, biting at Donna's shoulder.
He starts to experiment, adding his fingers to the mix to see how many whimpers he can get.
That gets him a whimper and a breathless, "Merlin--Quill--Quillian--" Her hips rock a little, unintentionally.
This, by the way, is totally the reason John isn't just kissing her properally. He quite likes that she makes noise.
Quill rather likes those little noises too. He twists his fingers just so, tongue still exploring with enthusiasm.
Donna would just make noises into his mouth, if he kissed her. She whimpers again, clutching at John, arching. "Oh--!"
Yes but he can hear the noises better like this.
Quite so. And the noises make everything just so much more rewarding, you know? Positive reinforcement, and all that.
How about gasping? She can do gasping quite well.
John appreciates gasping. He continues to kiss and bite around her neck and shoulder, hands rubbing over her.