[ 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.]
[ South gives a low, deep hum, pressing a kiss to the corner of Ducky's mouth, the brushes her lips along Ducky's jaw, light as anything.
Ask her outright and she'll declare she knows she's hot as hell with all the surface-level confidence in the world, but— she pauses, for a second, just breath against Ducky's skin and the hint of a smile in the curve of her lips. ]
Mm, y'think so huh? [ there's a little lilt of teasing, which is its own kind of weight behind anything South says ] Not so bad yourself, Ducky.
[ She keeps herself supported with one arm, so she can brush her the back of her other hand's fingers along Ducky's side, down to her hip. It really is all quite a contrast from the way South usually throws her weight around just by existing that's obvious from the moment you meet her. She's keenly away of the difference in size, weight, strength between them. ]
[Ducky notices that tenderness, how in this moment South is a perfect gentle giant treating her with care. But she also notices just how large and warm that hand is against her hip.
Which is definitely pleasant.
She takes the compliment without arguing, though she's never really felt beautiful. Black, beady eyes and a beakish nose have never been in fashion, not since the Roman era perhaps.]
Oh, South, you're amazing. I feel...incredibly safe, here with you. I didn't think that would be possible here, so soon.
[ She doesn't say it, but South finds herself thinking that if that’s true then Ducky's the only one who feels safe with her, at all. That she wouldn't feel the same, in any context, if she knew the kind of person she was not long ago.
South knows well her capacity to hurt people, knows how easy it’d be to shatter any trust with little effort—she’s sabotaged herself many times when something was going well, just because she could. But there’s no urge to be self-destructive, here and now, and so South just grins down at Ducky. ]
I’m full of fuckin’ surprises, huh? Good. Tell me to stop, keep going, whatever, anything, yeah?
[ She strokes down the outside of her thigh, then back up her body, grazing the side of her chest. She looks Ducky in the face, and if there’s no objection to the testing brush of her thumb, she’ll palm at her breast. If there is, the hand just continues its path back down to wrap around the back of her thigh.
…yeah, no, she’d be lying if she said the size difference wasn’t really doing something for her, here. It always does, but being the one sort of guiding here is different. ]
[Ducky's response to the hand on her breast is a soft sigh, almost a coo, as she watches South's movements. Her nipples are small and pink, her breasts well-formed but also small. Lying like this, they splay gently out to the sides, but don't droop much.]
I'm good, keep going. I'm not delicate--you can use a little pressure.
[ South chuckles under her breath and nods, mumbling a little 'right, right' as she properly kneads that breast in her hand, now. Circles her nipple with her thumb. At the same time, she shifts so she's on her knees, one between Ducky's legs and the other alongside, her free hand buried in one of the pillows as she holds herself up. Better vantage point, you know.
She leans down and presses a kiss to the inner side of the same breast, then kisses Ducky again. Her occupied hand doesn't still. ]
[Ducky watches that hand playing with her breast, surprised how the sight is as arousing as the touch. When South kisses her again, she moans quietly into it, craning her neck to try to prolong it when South moves away.]
[ 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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[ 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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[ South gives a low, deep hum, pressing a kiss to the corner of Ducky's mouth, the brushes her lips along Ducky's jaw, light as anything.
Ask her outright and she'll declare she knows she's hot as hell with all the surface-level confidence in the world, but— she pauses, for a second, just breath against Ducky's skin and the hint of a smile in the curve of her lips. ]
Mm, y'think so huh? [ there's a little lilt of teasing, which is its own kind of weight behind anything South says ] Not so bad yourself, Ducky.
[ She keeps herself supported with one arm, so she can brush her the back of her other hand's fingers along Ducky's side, down to her hip. It really is all quite a contrast from the way South usually throws her weight around just by existing that's obvious from the moment you meet her. She's keenly away of the difference in size, weight, strength between them. ]
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Which is definitely pleasant.
She takes the compliment without arguing, though she's never really felt beautiful. Black, beady eyes and a beakish nose have never been in fashion, not since the Roman era perhaps.]
Oh, South, you're amazing. I feel...incredibly safe, here with you. I didn't think that would be possible here, so soon.
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[ She doesn't say it, but South finds herself thinking that if that’s true then Ducky's the only one who feels safe with her, at all. That she wouldn't feel the same, in any context, if she knew the kind of person she was not long ago.
South knows well her capacity to hurt people, knows how easy it’d be to shatter any trust with little effort—she’s sabotaged herself many times when something was going well, just because she could. But there’s no urge to be self-destructive, here and now, and so South just grins down at Ducky. ]
I’m full of fuckin’ surprises, huh? Good. Tell me to stop, keep going, whatever, anything, yeah?
[ She strokes down the outside of her thigh, then back up her body, grazing the side of her chest. She looks Ducky in the face, and if there’s no objection to the testing brush of her thumb, she’ll palm at her breast. If there is, the hand just continues its path back down to wrap around the back of her thigh.
…yeah, no, she’d be lying if she said the size difference wasn’t really doing something for her, here. It always does, but being the one sort of guiding here is different. ]
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I'm good, keep going. I'm not delicate--you can use a little pressure.
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[ South chuckles under her breath and nods, mumbling a little 'right, right' as she properly kneads that breast in her hand, now. Circles her nipple with her thumb. At the same time, she shifts so she's on her knees, one between Ducky's legs and the other alongside, her free hand buried in one of the pillows as she holds herself up. Better vantage point, you know.
She leans down and presses a kiss to the inner side of the same breast, then kisses Ducky again. Her occupied hand doesn't still. ]
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[Ducky watches that hand playing with her breast, surprised how the sight is as arousing as the touch. When South kisses her again, she moans quietly into it, craning her neck to try to prolong it when South moves away.]
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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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