A/N1: Thanks to my wonderful beta Kristen, who really does a fanastic job with my strange mind.
A/N2: This has nothing to do with me. I deny all knowledge of it. I was trying to explain to Sophie what Jibbs, Tiva, etc. meant and she got a little confused and connected two characters. I found this incredibly disturbing, but the plot bunnies became excitedand insisted I wrote this. Oh well, back to Lily ficage.
The Date
Ducky sighed as he settled further into his chair. He was early, and he knew from experience that his date would be slightly late. Still, it was hard to break the habit of a lifetime and he made a point of arriving early to everything.
It had been drilled into him at a young age back in Scotland. His mother had raised him to never be late, because if you were late, you were lazy and unorganized. He had kept up this habit throughout all of his schooling, and it had paid off.
His mind wandered to his date. Their romance was a secret at work because they were both private people. There was no need to advertise it, but they were not going out of their way to hide it either. If people really wanted to find something out, they would do so regardless of any measures taken to stop it. So why bother in the first place? It was merely a waste of time and energy, both things that were in short supply at his age.
He considered himself to be blessed to find someone so wonderful. Intelligent, kind and caring: things that were often in short supply these days. A person's personality was no longer deemed important, with people like Anthony DiNozzo lusting after anyone who could be pegged as a classic beauty.
He could drown in those hazel eyes. They were warm, welcoming, a path to an innocent soul. They were capable of lighting up a room on their own, an innate curiosity shining through them.
And those lips… So soft and tender, gentle yet passionate. Such intriguing words were spoken through them, making it impossible to think straight. Occasionally, the wrong thing in bad taste emerged from them, but even then, it was meant in a good way.
He had a strange thing with hands, especially ones so precise and careful. They were expert at performing their job; simultaneously confident and caring. It was a bizarre combination, and yet so perfect at the same time.
And to top it all off, an extremely cute butt in perfect shape. Pert, ripe and just the right size. It was not out of proportion, which some butts are, but fitted exactly.
Ducky wrapped his fingers around his wine glass and took a sip. He allowed his gaze to wander around the quiet, out of the way restaurant. The food here was delicious, having been many times before. The service was excellent; the staff both friendly and sincere.
He smiled as he saw his date enter, dressed smartly. It was a good look, somehow improving perfection. The waiter motioned towards his table, and he resisted the urge to give a little wave, choosing to smile and incline his head slightly instead. His date moved gracefully across the room, and Ducky did not let his eyes dip. He treasured sights like these, held them close on bad days.
"Good evening, Ducky," came the greeting.
"Good evening to you too, Jimmy."
THE END