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 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.
John still suspects that torture is a horrible thing.And possibly that these two were sorted wrong.
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.
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.
He bites his lip with a sharp breath then grins up at her. "'Lo."
He snorts, then goes back to exploring all that lovely skin.
Donna swats at Quill for snorting, and is distracted by stroking his cheek for a moment. Then she starts to rock her hips.
John smirks for a second before dropping his head back, eyes closing.
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.
Donna runs her hands through her own hair, rolling her hips. She's still wearing her skirt, hitched up as it is.
He arches with a strangled moan.
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.
She moves faster, gasping a little. "John..."
He closes his eyes, shifting just enough so he's resting one hand on Donna's hip and the other on Quill's back.
He shifts to John's ear, tracing slow whorls around it with his tongue, then sucking on the lobe with the occasional nibble.
Donna covers the hand on her hip with one of her own, pushing against him.
If it were not entirely too girly, John would whimper.As it is, he bites his lip, squirming.
Quill would laugh his ass off if John whimpered. ...Okay maybe not....That would be kinda hot, actually.
Donna kind of wants to make him whimper.
Whimpering is girly.John does not whimper.That sound he just made? Not a whimper. It was something manly and not whimpery.
Quill grins against his ear, fingers moving to toy with a nipple absently.
Donna smirks, slowing a little, trying to make him do it again. Not that it was whimpering, of course.