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Posted by: Quillian Roth (
 aspirantanimagi) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 06:45 am (UTC)
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Quill keeps moving his fingers, slowing until the aftershocks are through before pulling away. He nips John's lip, then with one last lick, sits back on his heels looking incredibly smug.
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Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (
bumblebeereason) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 06:47 am (UTC)
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Donna wriggles out of John's grip, adjusting her skirt a little, and crawls into Quill's lap so she can kiss him, her hair spilling down her bare back.
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Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (
seekernotsnack) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 06:49 am (UTC)
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He smirks a little, sitting back.
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Posted by: Quillian Roth (
aspirantanimagi) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 06:50 am (UTC)
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He purrs into the kiss, hands coming 'round to bury themselves in her hair. He has a bit of a hair fetish, doesn't he?
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Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (
bumblebeereason) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 06:51 am (UTC)
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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.
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Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (
seekernotsnack) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 06:56 am (UTC)
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He clears his throat.
"Hi there. Here too."
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Posted by: Quillian Roth (
aspirantanimagi) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 06:58 am (UTC)
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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."
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Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (
bumblebeereason) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 06:58 am (UTC)
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Donna looks back over her shoulder at John. "Come here, darling."
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Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (
seekernotsnack) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 07:00 am (UTC)
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"More comfortable here."
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Posted by: Quillian Roth (
aspirantanimagi) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 07:01 am (UTC)
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"..." He huffs, nudging Donna off his lap so he can drag her over to the cushion. "And they call us lazy."
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Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (
bumblebeereason) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 07:02 am (UTC)
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"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."
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Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (
seekernotsnack) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 07:04 am (UTC)
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He smirks. "No one ever said I wasn't lazy."
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Posted by: Quillian Roth (
aspirantanimagi) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 07:09 am (UTC)
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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."
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Posted by: Donnatella Paakkonen (
bumblebeereason) Posted at: May 17th, 2006 07:11 am (UTC)
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"Poor darling," Donna coos, stroking her fingers through Quill's hair. "Sit up and I'll kiss you."
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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.