[ 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. ]
[That warm breath on her nipple makes goosebumps break out over her skin. She meets that questioning little look with a soft nod, reaching out to lightly comb at South's hair with her fingers.]
[ South leans a little towards the fingers in her hair, makes a thoughtful 'hmm' noise as she seriously considers the answer to that. ]
...pretty sensitive, maybe? When someone's being rough with me I like a good yank on my hair, if that says anything.
[ Her hand never truly stops moving, shifting between kneading and squeezing. Then, question answered, she flicks her tongue out against the untouched breast's nipple before wrapping her lips around it. ]
[With that answer, Ducky's not going to tug too hard--she's not looking to 'be rough'. But her fingers close into a loose fist, tangled in South's hair, holding on with steady pressure as South tastes and then sucks her nipple.]
[ South hums in both acknowledgement and approval, without ever lifting away. She sucks softly, teases with her tongue, whilst her other hand keeps playing with her opposite breast—Ducky has all of her attention, no distractions, just focus on making her feel good. If there’s a place South’s rarely selfish, it’s in the bedroom.
She switches, after a little—swaps which hand’s supporting her, takes the breast she’s left wet in hand and the other into her mouth. Wants her aroused, wants her ready, wants the cue from Ducky when she wants more. ]
[ 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.
Very good with your hands, I can already tell. Yes, touch me there.
[Ducky spreads her legs, offering South easy access to her molten core. Her grip on South's hair loosens, fingernails scritching gentle circles on her scalp.]
[ 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. ]
[That's a surprised sound of pleasure, coming as South begins to work on her, hips shifting involuntarily, bucking against South's hand. No, even when she was with Marco, sex was never like this. They were fumbling, inexperienced children of the Victorian era; his pleasure had always come first and their liaisons were often quick moments stolen in some secret location, hiding first from their families and later from their employer.
[ South grins against Ducky's breast, much too pleased with that reaction—there's no real doubting South's experience, she's been with more women than she can remember, if she's honest, and she's learned more than a few things over the years.
Only when she's sure Ducky's ready for it does she slide one of those two digits inside of her, her thumb taking over at her clit. Rolls her wrist at a firm, steady pace, gauging her reactions to adjust accordingly. ]
[The hand not still on South's head grabs the bedcovers as Ducky gets used to the feeling of something inside her, seeking, pulsing, touching. It's a lot, but she's enjoying it regardless, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by the sensation.]
[ South sticks to the single finger, for now, letting Ducky adjust to the feeling, not pushing too much too soon—her hands aren't exactly small, after all. Her thumb rubs circles around her clit, contracting slowly until she's touching directly before easing away, again, and repeat.
It's only after a time of this she trails kisses from Ducky's breast to her jaw and hums the question: ]
This enough, or want another?
[ Leave it up to her, what she thinks she can handle this time. Call her cocky, but South's confident she can bring Ducky to climax no matter what—she knows what she's doing, okay? ]
[Ducky's panting, feeling everything concentrated right where South's hand is, as if she's suddenly been boiled down completely to that one area. It's fantastic and maddening.]
[ South snickers—more and faster, yeah, she can do that. A few jerks of her wrists later, it's two fingers, not one, that press inside Ducky, and South has no problems increasing the pace. She presses kisses all along her throat, shoulder, chest, before taking her attention to the opposite breast from before.
Her attention doesn't stray for so much as a second. It's all about Ducky, right now. ]
[It doesn't take long before Ducky's beyond words, moaning loudly as she crest that peak of pleasure, reaching her climax; for some reason the mental image that comes to her is riding a sled down a mountain. You reach that top and suddenly you're out of control, gasping for air.]
[ South lets out a deep, pleased hum and slows her motions to a stop, carrying her through it until the peak’s passed before withdrawing her fingers entirely. She wipes her hand on the sheets before settling it on Ducky’s hip, thumb rubbing circles. ]
[ She brushes some stray hair from Ducky's face and leans down to steal a quick kiss before she carefully moves from hovering over Ducky to lay beside her instead, letting Ducky fully recover before encouraging her over. South's method of guidance proves to be, well, very South, of course, but what will hopefully help as she does is that South knows exactly what she likes, and has absolutely no problems letting Ducky know, either. ]
[The feedback is greatly appreciated, South. Ducky takes orders well, at least, and seems to take special pleasure in getting interesting sounds out of her. Squeaks, gasps, pants. Ducky is a very good student here.]
[ South has never been quiet in bed, Ducky will learn that soon enough—half of it’s curses, but that should come as no surprise. A good student, an eager teacher, and inexperienced or not Ducky will get South there, up to that peak and right over it.
Panting and flushed in the cheeks, one arm flung across her face, South recovers enough from the high to peek out and flash Ducky a grin and give a: ]
N-Not bad, for a beginner.
[ Both teasing and genuine; she did good. Good enough for South. Scrubbing a hand over her face, South then shifts and props herself up on her opposite elbow and the grin becomes a more subdued smile. ]
Nah, don't mind at all. I can order up room service and shit too if you like, see if I can find that brush if you like... whatever, really.
[ Honestly she'll be glad of the apartment being less empty for a night. The quiet of an empty space makes it hard for her to sleep through the night, she's so used to sharing space with someone—but the only two people she's ever admitted that to aren't here. ]
All totally fuckin' doable. Lemme order, grab some shit, then I'll be right back. It'll take a while to come anyway.
[ She'll check what Ducky wants to eat, then she won't be gone long; order food, get some water for them both, find the brush. Then she's back on the bed, adjusting the pillows so they're comfortable to prop yourself up against and flopping down, before she offers an arm to Ducky. ]
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[ 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. ]
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How sensitive is your scalp, out of curiosity?
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[ South leans a little towards the fingers in her hair, makes a thoughtful 'hmm' noise as she seriously considers the answer to that. ]
...pretty sensitive, maybe? When someone's being rough with me I like a good yank on my hair, if that says anything.
[ Her hand never truly stops moving, shifting between kneading and squeezing. Then, question answered, she flicks her tongue out against the untouched breast's nipple before wrapping her lips around it. ]
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That feels good.
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[ South hums in both acknowledgement and approval, without ever lifting away. She sucks softly, teases with her tongue, whilst her other hand keeps playing with her opposite breast—Ducky has all of her attention, no distractions, just focus on making her feel good. If there’s a place South’s rarely selfish, it’s in the bedroom.
She switches, after a little—swaps which hand’s supporting her, takes the breast she’s left wet in hand and the other into her mouth. Wants her aroused, wants her ready, wants the cue from Ducky when she wants more. ]
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South, oh, that feels wonderful.
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[ 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.
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[Ducky spreads her legs, offering South easy access to her molten core. Her grip on South's hair loosens, fingernails scritching gentle circles on her scalp.]
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[ 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. ]
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[That's a surprised sound of pleasure, coming as South begins to work on her, hips shifting involuntarily, bucking against South's hand. No, even when she was with Marco, sex was never like this. They were fumbling, inexperienced children of the Victorian era; his pleasure had always come first and their liaisons were often quick moments stolen in some secret location, hiding first from their families and later from their employer.
She likes this a lot better.]
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[ South grins against Ducky's breast, much too pleased with that reaction—there's no real doubting South's experience, she's been with more women than she can remember, if she's honest, and she's learned more than a few things over the years.
Only when she's sure Ducky's ready for it does she slide one of those two digits inside of her, her thumb taking over at her clit. Rolls her wrist at a firm, steady pace, gauging her reactions to adjust accordingly. ]
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[ South sticks to the single finger, for now, letting Ducky adjust to the feeling, not pushing too much too soon—her hands aren't exactly small, after all. Her thumb rubs circles around her clit, contracting slowly until she's touching directly before easing away, again, and repeat.
It's only after a time of this she trails kisses from Ducky's breast to her jaw and hums the question: ]
This enough, or want another?
[ Leave it up to her, what she thinks she can handle this time. Call her cocky, but South's confident she can bring Ducky to climax no matter what—she knows what she's doing, okay? ]
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[Ducky's panting, feeling everything concentrated right where South's hand is, as if she's suddenly been boiled down completely to that one area. It's fantastic and maddening.]
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[ South snickers—more and faster, yeah, she can do that. A few jerks of her wrists later, it's two fingers, not one, that press inside Ducky, and South has no problems increasing the pace. She presses kisses all along her throat, shoulder, chest, before taking her attention to the opposite breast from before.
Her attention doesn't stray for so much as a second. It's all about Ducky, right now. ]
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[ South lets out a deep, pleased hum and slows her motions to a stop, carrying her through it until the peak’s passed before withdrawing her fingers entirely. She wipes her hand on the sheets before settling it on Ducky’s hip, thumb rubbing circles. ]
Guess I still got it, huh?
[ Playful, an accomplished grin on her face. ]
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You still have it indeed. I...doubt I'll be able to do the same so deftly, I'm afraid, but I'm eager to try.
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Eh, you might be surprised.
[ She brushes some stray hair from Ducky's face and leans down to steal a quick kiss before she carefully moves from hovering over Ducky to lay beside her instead, letting Ducky fully recover before encouraging her over. South's method of guidance proves to be, well, very South, of course, but what will hopefully help as she does is that South knows exactly what she likes, and has absolutely no problems letting Ducky know, either. ]
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[ South has never been quiet in bed, Ducky will learn that soon enough—half of it’s curses, but that should come as no surprise. A good student, an eager teacher, and inexperienced or not Ducky will get South there, up to that peak and right over it.
Panting and flushed in the cheeks, one arm flung across her face, South recovers enough from the high to peek out and flash Ducky a grin and give a: ]
N-Not bad, for a beginner.
[ Both teasing and genuine; she did good. Good enough for South. Scrubbing a hand over her face, South then shifts and props herself up on her opposite elbow and the grin becomes a more subdued smile. ]
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I'm not inclined to get up for a while. Would you mind if I slept over here tonight?
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Nah, don't mind at all. I can order up room service and shit too if you like, see if I can find that brush if you like... whatever, really.
[ Honestly she'll be glad of the apartment being less empty for a night. The quiet of an empty space makes it hard for her to sleep through the night, she's so used to sharing space with someone—but the only two people she's ever admitted that to aren't here. ]
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[After all, they did burn a fair few calories, didn't they?]
Or hair brushing. Or event just...being held and talking for a while.
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All totally fuckin' doable. Lemme order, grab some shit, then I'll be right back. It'll take a while to come anyway.
[ She'll check what Ducky wants to eat, then she won't be gone long; order food, get some water for them both, find the brush. Then she's back on the bed, adjusting the pillows so they're comfortable to prop yourself up against and flopping down, before she offers an arm to Ducky. ]
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