Title: La Copa y El Vino
Author: GataChica
Rating: T
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: My writing is not-for-profit and I don't own the characters or anything else besides my ideas.
Summary: This is a drabble about Ducky and Abby inspired by a song title.
The room was dark except for the circle of candlelight that glowed on a small table next to the desk. On the desk itself rested a burnished brass candelabra with five candles; she carefully lit them as well.
Two wine glasses and a bottle of an exquisitely rich red wine were inside the circle. She picked up the bottle and was about to extract the cork when a quiet voice from the darkness said "Wait, my dear."
He stepped into view and took her into his arms, found her soft lips and kissed her slowly and gently. She laid her cheek on his shoulder and melted against him as he trailed kisses down her neck to her collarbone. She sighed her pleasure, a soft noise that only hinted at the passion behind it.
When he pulled back just enough to view the sparkling of her emerald eyes in the candlelight, she made a little whimper of longing, wishing to be closer to him again. Placing his hand against her cheek, he murmured, "Don't worry, my lotus blossom. We will be even closer later."
She leaned into his touch and smiled. It was trite and it was cliché but it was also true: his eyes were like pools of sapphire and she could live forever drowning in his gaze. She waited as he had requested.
He withdrew his hand and gestured towards the table. "My dear Abigail, do you know the meaning of the cup and the wine?" he asked as he removed the cork.
She shook her head. "Tell me, Ducky."
"You, my dearest, are the cup." He picked up a wine glass and handed it to her. "And I," he continued, raising the bottle, "I am the wine." He tipped the bottle so that some of the dark red liquid flowed against the glass and pooled at the bottom. Then he put some in his own wine glass and picked it up.
They brought the two glasses together with a slight clink, then sipped the wine. "Now we have each tasted of the other," he said, putting down his glass.
"I am in you and you are in me," she responded. "Together we are more than the sum of both."
"Yes," he said, with the lopsided smile she loved so dearly. "I knew you would understand."
They each drank more wine, looking intently into one another's eyes at the fire dancing there.
"I love you, Dr. Mallard," she said, her smile intensifying the truth of the words.
"And I you, Abigail." Ducky stood and she followed suit, watching as he blew out each candle on the table. Then he walked up behind her and pressed his lips against the back of her neck, causing her to shiver involuntarily. She tried to turn around but his arms held her. "Blow out the rest of the candles, my dear."
She did so and the room was suddenly dark. "Ducky," she whispered, turning to face him.
"Yes," he said simply, taking her in his arms again.
There was no more talking, no more light, but it was unnecessary. There was only the union of la copa y el vino, and that was quite enough for the two lovers.