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by Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
at May 15th, 2006 (09:26 pm)

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.

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Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:04 am (UTC)

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.

Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (bumblebeereason)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:14 am (UTC)

Donna would giggle if she knew what Quill were drawing.

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:18 am (UTC)

John would roll his eyes. But he cannot tell. Because it is very sloppy.

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:21 am (UTC)
wondering

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.

Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (bumblebeereason)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:23 am (UTC)
for john

Donna is mostly just kissing John, although she is thinking very wicked thoughts about him.

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:26 am (UTC)

John shifts a little, making a quiet noise. Stop teasing now. Torture is not nice.

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:27 am (UTC)
wondering

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?

Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (bumblebeereason)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:27 am (UTC)

Donna is absolutely teasing, with the grinding of her hips.

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:29 am (UTC)

John still suspects that torture is a horrible thing.

And possibly that these two were sorted wrong.

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:35 am (UTC)

The dubious nature of Quill's sorting is a belief widely held, actually. Even by his head of house, who has absolutely no idea what to do with him much of the time.

Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (bumblebeereason)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:38 am (UTC)
for quill

Donna, on the other hand, is a Hufflepuff through and through, despite her largely "indolent" nature. She's just also a wicked little tease.

The way she just slid down John, however, is not at all teasing. "Hello," she grins.

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:42 am (UTC)

He bites his lip with a sharp breath then grins up at her. "'Lo."

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:43 am (UTC)

He snorts, then goes back to exploring all that lovely skin.

Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (bumblebeereason)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:44 am (UTC)
hello sir

Donna swats at Quill for snorting, and is distracted by stroking his cheek for a moment. Then she starts to rock her hips.

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:47 am (UTC)

John smirks for a second before dropping his head back, eyes closing.

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:49 am (UTC)

Quill notices that smirk, and nips one of John's nipples in revenge. Vindictive little thing, isn't he? He does soothe it afterwards with a kiss, though.

Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (bumblebeereason)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:50 am (UTC)
for john

Donna runs her hands through her own hair, rolling her hips. She's still wearing her skirt, hitched up as it is.

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:52 am (UTC)

He arches with a strangled moan.

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:54 am (UTC)

Quill moves his mouth up to John's neck, nibbling gently. His hands keep up their wandering, one on his chest and one low on his back.

Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (bumblebeereason)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:55 am (UTC)

She moves faster, gasping a little. "John..."

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:56 am (UTC)

He closes his eyes, shifting just enough so he's resting one hand on Donna's hip and the other on Quill's back.

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 08:59 am (UTC)

He shifts to John's ear, tracing slow whorls around it with his tongue, then sucking on the lobe with the occasional nibble.

Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (bumblebeereason)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 09:00 am (UTC)
hello sir

Donna covers the hand on her hip with one of her own, pushing against him.

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 09:02 am (UTC)

If it were not entirely too girly, John would whimper.

As it is, he bites his lip, squirming.

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 09:03 am (UTC)

Quill would laugh his ass off if John whimpered.

...Okay maybe not.

...That would be kinda hot, actually.

Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (bumblebeereason)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 09:03 am (UTC)

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 09:06 am (UTC)

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 09:07 am (UTC)

Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (bumblebeereason)
Posted at: May 17th, 2006 09:09 am (UTC)

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: May 18th, 2006 04:18 am (UTC)

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: May 18th, 2006 04:29 am (UTC)

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