[ It's a little snicker South gives now, and she can't help but kiss her again, sooner than she'd meant to when pulling away. Someone leaning, chasing after you, as she parts is— she likes that, likes the idea of being wanted, of someone not wanting something to end.

She squeezes, not too light and not too hard, and lets her palm provide friction against the nipple when she does. Enjoying the feeling of a soft breast in her hand, enjoying Ducky's reactions.

When she parts from the kissing again, she presses kisses down Ducky's throat, upper chest, and up the side of the opposite breast, this time. Stops just before the nipple, there, just breath against her skin, and glances up at Ducky with a little questioning tilt of her head. ]