[ 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. ]
[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. ]
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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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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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