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 likes John's hair, which is about the extent of her interest in hair. But! But, she likes other people's hands in her hair, so she's just as pleased as Quill. She bites his lower lip and tugs it into her mouth for a moment.
He clears his throat."Hi there. Here too."
Quill pulls back with a lazy grin, eying John speculatively. "Well, don't just sit there. Join the fun." he smirks. "You two can't very well expect me to do all the work."
Donna looks back over her shoulder at John. "Come here, darling."
"More comfortable here."
"..." He huffs, nudging Donna off his lap so he can drag her over to the cushion. "And they call us lazy."
"We're not lazy," Donna says, firmly, climbing into John's lap. She likes laps. "We're indolent. It sounds better. Languid's another good one."
He smirks. "No one ever said I wasn't lazy."
He huffs again, flopping down and putting his head in Donna's lap, pouting. "You're an athlete. They're not supposed to be lazy. ...Then again, they're not supposed to be intelligent either. Now somebody kiss me before I grow rather cross."
"Poor darling," Donna coos, stroking her fingers through Quill's hair. "Sit up and I'll kiss you."
He laughs a little, ducking his head.
"No. Kiss me here." he pouts, feigning petulance. "I don't want to move. 'S'comfortable."
"I have to bend," Donna complains. "I'll kiss John instead if you don't sit up."
"I'm for that. In fact." He just grabs Donna and kisses her. Quite thoroughly.
Quill smirks and enjoys the show, his fingers playing absently with the hem of John's shirt.
Donna is startled! But then she relaxes into it, tangling her fingers in John's hair and kissing back.
Mwahaha. He kisses her for a bit before pulling back with a bit of a smirk.
Quill is watching with lidded eyes, a small smirk of his own on his face. "Do that again."
"You know, it is entirely unfair that I am practically naked here and the two of you are fully dressed," Donna says, mildly, but then she's tugging John closer to her by his tie -- she approves of men wearing ties -- and kissing him again.
He laughs a little, kissing back. He's not making any effort to take his clothes off.
Quill is enjoying the show far too much to bother with a little thing like clothes. At least, his clothes. He does start working on getting John's shirt off, though.
Donna slides one leg up over John's hip, and helps Quill out by taking that tie off -- she drapes it around her own neck -- and then working on those pesky buttons.
Well that saves John a lot of effort. They can get his clothes off, then.
Clever, clever fingers. He lets his nails scratch lightly against John's skin as he gets the shirt off, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
Donna's hands slide down to John's trousers.