[ South allows herself to just relax into the touch, breathing slow and with a faint shake to it. She leans over to kiss Ducky, again, trailing her hand slowly down from her chest, over her stomach, to brush her knuckles along her inner thigh.

She doesn't make Ducky wait. South strokes two digits along her, draws them back up to her clit, circling slow but not too light, not too rough. Parts from the kiss half to listen to Ducky, half to take a nipple back into her mouth as she works Ducky over with her fingers at the same time. No teasing, but no rush—she has time to make this good, and she will. ]