[ South hums again, drags the thick of her tongue over her nipple, teases the other lightly between forefinger and thumb. Keeps her focus there a while longer, before almost a little reluctantly lifting her head—breathing, half-intentionally half-not, on the wet skin left behind—so she can look at Ducky. Her hand doesn’t stray, though, doesn’t leave her totally wanting.

There’s heat in Souths face, and a grin that says she’s very proud of herself so far. With the knee between Ducky’s legs, she gently nudges her inner thigh, coaxing them a little further apart as part of the question: ]

Want my fingers, now? [ and with a playful little lilt ] I’m a damn good multitasker.