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. ]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
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,
[ 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. ]
[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?]
[ South notices that hand reach out, and though she waits for Ducky to finish stripping down first, she steps closer once she does—she’s muscled and scarred and better described as ‘firm’ than ‘soft’. Her gaze passes over Ducky from head to toe, not scrutinising, just… taking her in. ]
Feeling as good as you look?
[ She thinks she’s smooth, if she actually is, well, that’s up for debate. She’d lean to kiss her but with Ducky sat down the height difference is temporarily worse, so first she brushes her fingers against Ducky’s cheek. Hmm. ]
…your hair’s probably gonna get kinda messed up, y’know. At least, if I do my fuckin’ job right. That gonna be comfortable with whatever you’ve got pinning that all neat and shit?
Yeah, I think so. This place came with like, basic shit to start us of, clothes mostly but— there was some like hair and skincare shit in the bathroom. So we can do that, least I can do after messing it up.
[ She watches her take her hair down with genuine curiosity or maybe even a little awe, because man South sure doesn’t do anything nice with her hair—unless you count the dye. Half the time she rocks bedhead, especially now she’s been able to get it cut shorter again. ]
[Ducky's hair, when let loose, is crimped from the pins, naturally wavy, and long, hanging down to the small of her back. Once it's loose and she's shaken it out, it's a dark curtain she could almost hide behind.]
[ South can’t help but follow the way it falls down over her back with her eyes, and though she’s not presumptive enough to simply touch right off, she does mimic Ducky’s earlier gesture of brushing a strand from her face. ]
Go right ahead. Oh, first—
[ She pulls her sports bra off and tosses it aside, so the snake’s head is visible, essentially resting over her sternum, between her breasts. ]
[Ducky's touch is light, light enough that she might be testing if South is ticklish at the same time her hand traces the path of the snake around her waist.]
They're beautiful. Why a snake, though? What does it mean to you?
[ The muscles beneath her fingers flutter slightly, tensing and untensing—not exactly ticklish, but sensitive to such light, gentle touch. ]
Snakes look cool, that was kinda a lot of it, but— you corner a snake, provoke it, don’t respect it’s space and it’ll fuckin’ defend itself, y’know? I kinda respect that.
[ …maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised that her soul was a snake for different reasons than she was at the time, actually. ]
[Ducky leans in, just tall enough to kiss the snake's head without standing on tiptoes. And then her gaze flickers upwards, eyes meeting South's, coyly.]
[ South strips the shorts off and kicks them idly aside; she's no more shaved than Ducky is. Then she clambers up onto the bed, and with her knee coming up first Ducky may notice the particularly bad scarring around the joint, but it's back out of sight when South brings herself level with Ducky.
She doesn't hover directly over her, but she props herself up with her hands either side of her head to kiss her, again. Firmer than before, more purposeful, but not rough. ]
[Where South kisses firmly, Ducky goes soft, accepting, yielding, her hands again brushing the tattoos, this time across the galaxies and with more pressure than before.]
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[The tone of her voice is curious, not concerned. Really, she needs a proper sexual dictionary at some point.]
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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. ]
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[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.
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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. ]
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Alright, to the bedroom it is. Let's see these fine plush beds they offer in the Up.
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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. ]
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...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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[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,
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[ 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.
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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?]
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[ South notices that hand reach out, and though she waits for Ducky to finish stripping down first, she steps closer once she does—she’s muscled and scarred and better described as ‘firm’ than ‘soft’. Her gaze passes over Ducky from head to toe, not scrutinising, just… taking her in. ]
Feeling as good as you look?
[ She thinks she’s smooth, if she actually is, well, that’s up for debate. She’d lean to kiss her but with Ducky sat down the height difference is temporarily worse, so first she brushes her fingers against Ducky’s cheek. Hmm. ]
…your hair’s probably gonna get kinda messed up, y’know. At least, if I do my fuckin’ job right. That gonna be comfortable with whatever you’ve got pinning that all neat and shit?
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I should probably let it down. Do you have a good hairbrush? Maybe when we're through...ah...exerting ourselves, you can brush it out for me.
[In all honesty, that might be more intimate than sex; she's not just going to ask every casual partner for that.
She moves over to the nightstand and begins removing pins from her hair. There's clearly several in play.]
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Yeah, I think so. This place came with like, basic shit to start us of, clothes mostly but— there was some like hair and skincare shit in the bathroom. So we can do that, least I can do after messing it up.
[ She watches her take her hair down with genuine curiosity or maybe even a little awe, because man South sure doesn’t do anything nice with her hair—unless you count the dye. Half the time she rocks bedhead, especially now she’s been able to get it cut shorter again. ]
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Now...may I touch your tattoos?
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[ South can’t help but follow the way it falls down over her back with her eyes, and though she’s not presumptive enough to simply touch right off, she does mimic Ducky’s earlier gesture of brushing a strand from her face. ]
Go right ahead. Oh, first—
[ She pulls her sports bra off and tosses it aside, so the snake’s head is visible, essentially resting over her sternum, between her breasts. ]
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They're beautiful. Why a snake, though? What does it mean to you?
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[ The muscles beneath her fingers flutter slightly, tensing and untensing—not exactly ticklish, but sensitive to such light, gentle touch. ]
Snakes look cool, that was kinda a lot of it, but— you corner a snake, provoke it, don’t respect it’s space and it’ll fuckin’ defend itself, y’know? I kinda respect that.
[ …maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised that her soul was a snake for different reasons than she was at the time, actually. ]
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I hope the snake doesn't mind me getting so close to it. Or to you.
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[ South breathes slow and deep. Hyperaware of the path Ducky’s fingers take, the lingering sensation left in their wake. ]
Nah, I think she thinks you’re pretty cool, actually.
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[Ducky leans in, just tall enough to kiss the snake's head without standing on tiptoes. And then her gaze flickers upwards, eyes meeting South's, coyly.]
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[ South grins again, and when she touches Ducky's face this time her thumb lightly grazes her lip. ]
Wanna get yourself comfortable on the bed and I'll join you?
[ Snaps the waistband of her own underwear back against her skin, she'll slide them off in a moment. Make them even. ]
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That sounds perfect.
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[ South strips the shorts off and kicks them idly aside; she's no more shaved than Ducky is. Then she clambers up onto the bed, and with her knee coming up first Ducky may notice the particularly bad scarring around the joint, but it's back out of sight when South brings herself level with Ducky.
She doesn't hover directly over her, but she props herself up with her hands either side of her head to kiss her, again. Firmer than before, more purposeful, but not rough. ]
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You are beautiful, South.
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