[ She doesn't say it, but South finds herself thinking that if that’s true then Ducky's the only one who feels safe with her, at all. That she wouldn't feel the same, in any context, if she knew the kind of person she was not long ago.

South knows well her capacity to hurt people, knows how easy it’d be to shatter any trust with little effort—she’s sabotaged herself many times when something was going well, just because she could. But there’s no urge to be self-destructive, here and now, and so South just grins down at Ducky. ]

I’m full of fuckin’ surprises, huh? Good. Tell me to stop, keep going, whatever, anything, yeah?

[ She strokes down the outside of her thigh, then back up her body, grazing the side of her chest. She looks Ducky in the face, and if there’s no objection to the testing brush of her thumb, she’ll palm at her breast. If there is, the hand just continues its path back down to wrap around the back of her thigh.

…yeah, no, she’d be lying if she said the size difference wasn’t really doing something for her, here. It always does, but being the one sort of guiding here is different. ]