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[astraythought]

Without doing some undignified climbing? Yes. You do seem to have the advantage, there.

[She had considered getting South to bend down, maybe pretending she had something to whisper earlier, but waiting until they got to someplace private was likely more prudent.]

[ownperson]

Juuust a little. [ pause, a faint smirk ] ...y'know I have had someone literally climb me before, you're right it's definitely not fuckin' dignified.

Easier to work around sitting or laying, at least.

[astraythought]

Yes, it would be easier.

[Ducky moves back toward the doorway to take off her shoes, tucking them neatly against the wall.]

Will you reduce the difficulty in that manner for me?

[ownperson]

[ South shrugs off her jacket and at least sort of folds it before setting it over the back of the couch she half-sits on the arm of. There's ink decorating the skin of her upper arm, roses and thorns and barbed wire. ]

Sure I will. I can stay here [ gestures at the couch itself, she can shift easily enough to be properly sat down ] orrr there's the edge of the bed?

[ There's definitely a difference in pacing implied by either, so she leaves that ball in Ducky's court. ]

[astraythought]

[Oh, like Ducky has any clue what to do with that ball...her smile dims a hair as she considers the question. All that confidence that comes so naturally to her seems to fade.]

Wherever you'd like.

[ownperson]

[ South cocks her head juuust a little, and then she decides to shift to sit properly on the couch for now. Stick in more neutral territory for a bit longer. Sure, her most recent history has been quick and dirty hookups but that's not all she's had in her life. ]

Better?

[ Much more in reach. ]

[astraythought]

[Ducky walks over to stand in front of South, lightly brushing her hair out of her face. It's the lightest of touches, before she leans in for a more proper kiss, on the lips. Quick, gentle. It's clear Ducky hasn't done much of this.]

Better.

[Her hesitancy isn't about South herself, though. She's decided to trust this much, and see where it leads.]

[ownperson]

[ If anything seems to throw South off for a moment, it's the gentle brush of her hair from her face—such gentle gestures haven't been a big feature in her recent life. The hesitancy, the kiss, she handles with ease, and when Ducky pulls back she flashes her a grin. She brings her hands up to Ducky's waist, ready to withdraw if she needs to, but otherwise settling easily. ]

Yeah, much fuckin' easier like this.

[ She can work with this. Dominance is not in her nature but she can sort of lead, as far as needed, she really has been with partners that don't know much of what they're doing before.

If Ducky lets her, she'll kiss her, this time, gentle still but for longer. ]

[astraythought]

[Ducky allows the kiss, even starts to engage with it after a second, her hands at the sides of South's face.]

Kissing, I do have some experience with. Not with women, though.

[ownperson]

...y'know I was gonna joke about that part not being much different, but I actually wouldn't even know. Only ever been with women.

[ She didn't so much figure out she was gay as just... knew and never considered anything else. The future's not so bad in some ways. ]

Okay, so like, what experience do you have? Just— you know, so we can work from there.

[astraythought]

When I was nineteen, I ran away from home and crossed the Atlantic Ocean with a boy I loved, who I thought loved me.

[Her eyes go harder, colder, smile disappearing.]

He betrayed me. I've not been with anyone since.

[ownperson]

[ South flinches sympathetically, and the hands on Ducky's waist give this little instinctive squeeze of something like reassurance. ]

Shiiiit. What an ass. Sorry, Ducky.

[ There's genuine sympathy there, expressed in South's way. Okay, probably don't want to linger on the bitter details of that. ]

Been a long time then. Okay, being real straightforward: do you know anything you straight up do not want to do, here?

[astraythought]

I would prefer not to have your mouth on my...ah...nethers. I learned I didn't like that with Marco, before things fell apart.

[Someday, she's already sure, South will get the full story of what happened.]

[ownperson]

No oral, got it. Fingers and penetration alright or?

[ Frank as she ever is. Cover the basic bases, y’know. Better to ask outright than make any assumptions, here; this is well trodden territory for South but not for Ducky in the end. ]

For the record, the kind of shit I’m not into is not gonna be relevant here, so on my end, don’t worry about it.

[astraythought]

Fingers should be fine. What exactly do you mean by penetration?

[The tone of her voice is curious, not concerned. Really, she needs a proper sexual dictionary at some point.]

[ownperson]

Just like, fingers inside you. Or like, toys? But I don’t actually have any in here and that’s like… a conversation in itself.

[ The sheer variety… especially in this place, she did see the expo, she’s both curious and alarmed by what the city may have on offer honestly. She’s sure being a sex obsessed city breeds innovation but innovation is not always a good thing. ]

[astraythought]

Toys...?

[For a moment the word sounds horribly out of context, but then she gets it, because she was at the expo too, and saw some of what was on offer.]

That, ah, would be a conversation. Not one for today, I think. But fingers inside me are fine.

[ownperson]

Yeah, for fuckin’ sure, and like I said I don’t even have any in the apartment so…

[ A shrug. The part that matters is what Ducky’s up to, but call it an affirmation that it’s not something they have to worry about at all. ]

Think you’re good to move to the bedroom? Nice as the whole apartment is I don’t think awkward couch sex is the goal here.

[ She flashes a cheeky grin. ]

[astraythought]

[Ducky laughs, offering South a hand as she stands.]

Alright, to the bedroom it is. Let's see these fine plush beds they offer in the Up.

[ownperson]

It is super fucking comfortable.

[ She accepts the hand, even playfully kisses the back of it, and leads Ducky to the master bedroom, which is at least mostly tidy—there’s clothes over a chair, and the bed isn’t made, but it’s no worse than that. And the bed does look very comfortable. ]

Voila—fancy bedroom. You wanna strip down however far you wanna strip down yourself?

[ She’s partial to undressing and being undressed, but she’s fine with whatever. Finally actually takes her boots off, now they’re in here. ]

[astraythought]

[Ducky sits down on the bed, unbuttoning the top half of her dress and then stepping out of it to reveal a plain pale pink corset over a white linen chemise and drawers--someone apparently hasn't gotten up to date on modern undergarments quite yet. There's ribbon trim at the cuff of the drawers and the neckline of the chemise.

...this may take a moment. Ducky watches South's reaction to her removing the undergarments, apparently in no hurry--or maybe this is her idea of a tease, making South wait.]

[ownperson]

[ South stands back, weight leant back on her heel and her arms loosely folded, watching with a smirk on her face—not the cruel or mocking kind, just South’s casual smirk, at ease. There is a sense of anticipation starting to brew in her now, now they’re in the bedroom, now Ducky’s slowly undressing herself. ]

…definitely don’t see those in my time.

[ It’s an idle comment, not any kind of meaningful observation. She’s keeping South’s attention, no doubt. ]

[astraythought]

No? Then why don't you show me what you're wearing underneath your clothes?

[Right, in this moment they're very not Dominant and submissive, and Ducky's not at all concerned with speaking out of turn as she undoes the front busks of the corset,

one

at

a

time.]

[ownperson]

[ South’s smirk grows until it’s a little grin, with a distinct note of amused, not annoyed, ‘seriously?’. She watches without response for a second more, then rolls her eyes dramatically and pulls her t-shirt over her head in one smooth motion.

She’s wearing a sports bra, rather than a standard one—mostly black, but with purple panels. Up her hip and ribs, there’s tattoos of colourful galaxies, and the black outline of a snake that curls up around her body, its head currently hidden under the material.

She kicks her jeans off just as readily—a simple pair of black short-like underwear, form-fitting. Grins at Ducky. Barely had to look away for a second. ]

See, totally different.

[astraythought]

[The tattoos make Ducky stop and stare, in awe at the artwork crossing South's skin. She reaches out as if to touch, then catches herself, deciding to finish stripping down first.

Ducky's own skin is nearly perfectly pale and unmarred; there's a couple small scars, but nothing truly noteworthy. Definitely no tattoos. She doesn't shave at all--legs, armpits or pubic mound, all her hair black and curly. Well, body hair. Who knows the texture of the hair on her head, still in a tidy rolled chignon?]