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.
"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.
He makes a quiet little sound, shiftting a little. Helpfully, of course.
Oh, of course. Quill smirks, getting the shirt off all the way with a triumphant little noise, then he lets those wicked fingers dance. Daaance, little monkeys, daaaaaance.
Donna tugs John's pants down and off, and then his boxers. HAH, he's nakeder than she is.
Jonn is really okay with being naked here.He arches into Quill's hands a little.
His breath catches ever so slightly. John really is rather nice to look at, after all. He leans over and slowly draws a rather lopsided, extremely sloppy badger on John's chest with his tongue. ...Okay, it's more like a lumpy rock, but he never did claim to be an artist.
Donna would giggle if she knew what Quill were drawing.
John would roll his eyes. But he cannot tell. Because it is very sloppy.
Not an artist, duh. He is having rather a lot of fun pretending to be, however. And still those wicked fingers dance, down over John's ribs and up his back, scratching lightly and petting.
Donna is mostly just kissing John, although she is thinking very wicked thoughts about him.
John shifts a little, making a quiet noise. Stop teasing now. Torture is not nice.
He's not teasing! He's...exploring. He's a very curious sort, Quill is.And if his explorations are construed as teasing, well. That's not his fault, is it?
Donna is absolutely teasing, with the grinding of her hips.