[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. ]
[Ducky settles against South, letting out a contented sigh.]
I am now much less worried about the chore of making quota--not to say that I intend to be wholly reliant on you, it's going to be best to have options. But...that will happen again.
[ South's not usually much of a cuddler, or, well, at least, she isn't with strangers, one night stands—and that's not what this is, in the end. Strange circumstances or not, Ducky's not a stranger, and this isn't one-off. ]
I like you too, though [ she snickes, joking: ] I'm not sure if I should be offended by that last bit or not. Probably not wrong though.
Woulda taken me a bit, kinda used to avoiding people I know for like... one-and-dones, but well. Y'know. This isn't that and everything here's fuckin different anyway.
[ And yeah, screwing around with the locals probably would be... well, it wouldn't be the most self-destructive thing she's ever done in her life, but it wouldn't have been the least, either. ]
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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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I am now much less worried about the chore of making quota--not to say that I intend to be wholly reliant on you, it's going to be best to have options. But...that will happen again.
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[ South settles with her arm around her. ]
Damn right it will. [ not aggressive, just South-y agreement ] Less of a chore when you know you can fuckin'— actually enjoy it with someone, yeah?
Easier to figure out what you, like— well, fuckin' like and shit, too.
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I like you. I'm glad I reached out--though I have no doubts you'd have come to the idea eventually, if I hadn't.
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[ South's not usually much of a cuddler, or, well, at least, she isn't with strangers, one night stands—and that's not what this is, in the end. Strange circumstances or not, Ducky's not a stranger, and this isn't one-off. ]
I like you too, though [ she snickes, joking: ] I'm not sure if I should be offended by that last bit or not. Probably not wrong though.
Woulda taken me a bit, kinda used to avoiding people I know for like... one-and-dones, but well. Y'know. This isn't that and everything here's fuckin different anyway.
[ And yeah, screwing around with the locals probably would be... well, it wouldn't be the most self-destructive thing she's ever done in her life, but it wouldn't have been the least, either. ]