WARNING: Mature Content. If you don't like, hit the back button now.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Ducky, or could meet him, but I don't, and can only fantasize. And of course, I would never, never, never make any money off the hard work these guys are doing. :P
Set directly after end of episode "Broken Bird". Explains why Ducky was rather happy in the last few eps of Season 6, and why he hasn't mentioned Jordan again.
Jordan had taken him home, but hadn't been able to stay after he told her what he had done all those years ago. Ducky knew that she didn't blame him, and would have probably done the same thing herself, but understanding wasn't enough for the relationship they had both so desperately wanted. Do No Harm, the oath went, and though it could be said that he had done the least harm, it was still too much for another doctor to take.
And so he had sat for over three days, nursing his hand and a glass of scotch.
Gibbs had called, telling him he had talked to Vance, and Ducky could take the time he needed to recover. But he wasn't going to recover. Now he knew why he had never married. He had had plenty of opportunity in his youth, contrary to what young Dinozzo might think, but he had never been able to make the leap to marriage and family. He could never explain this part of his life to someone and expect them to still love him back.
And he so very much wanted to be loved, and to love someone in return. He did not want to grow old alone. Tears wet his face.
The front door made a click. He didn't turn, wishing someone to come in and rob him, or worse. That would be karma, wouldn't it now? Ducky thought to himself.
Soft footsteps came into the living room, an even softer voice said, full of sadness, "Ducky?"
Ducky closed his eyes, wishing her away, and yet... The one person he could be mostly himself with was his lotus blossom. He had always wondered if she even found him remotely attractive, or just a grandfatherly figure; how her lips would taste. He pulled his handkerchief out from his pocket, and tried to make himself presentable. "Abby…"
Abby took his hands as she sat next to him, holding his handkechief. "Where's Jordan?" she asked, trying not to look shocked at Ducky's state. No tie, uncombed hair, no shoes. As if he had slept on the sofa since coming home from the lab three days ago.
How could she leave him like this? Abby asked herself hotly.
Ducky was special, not to be treated like everyone else. He had always had a sense of remoteness about him that drove Abby's desire to perturb the imperturbable crazy. She had always wondered if the remoteness was because he was English (well, close enough, she thought) or something else. Did he ever think of her?
His heart skipped a beat, thinking wild thoughts that included this beautiful girl before him. He was distgusted with himself, yet at the same time finding it difficult to focus on anything besides her lips. He had wanted her for years, and was just now finally allowing himself to realize it.
He patted her hands with his good one to hide his awkardness. "Gone. And you should be, too, my Abigail. I'm not fit for company just now."
His hands shook, betraying the depth of feeling he was trying to keep off his face.
"Ducky." Abby said quietly, feeling his hands tremble. Something had changed. She could feel his eyes roaming he body. His eyes are so blue, she thought. I never get to see them up this close. "I'm not going anywhere."
He could not look away. Time seemed to stop. All he could do was lean closer, and their lips met.
Abby didn't pull away, even if she was surprised. She had always wanted to know how Ducky kissed, but thought she would never get the chance. She made a soft sound of desire in the back of her throat.
A white hot wave of fire flooded Ducky's veins. Their kiss deepened as Donald Mallard poured all of his emotions into feeling Abby's lips.
He couldn't stop. He kissed her passionately, forcing her lips apart, his tongue exploring her mouth, drowning his hurt and guilt of the recent days in her taste of cinnamon and something else that was uniquely Abby.
All coherent thought fled as Abby felt Ducky's desire as her lips were ravenged, his touch on her skin like an electric shock. Their clothes came off faster than she thought it was possible as Ducky pushed her down on the couch.
His eyes were half-closed with lust; he looked almost possessed. A carnal groan escaped Abby's lips as she felt him enter her. He was so hot, so full of passion, so…young, as he ground against her body. Abby knew from the look of total abandon on his face that the only thing he was thinking of was her.
She grinned, daring him to give her all that he had. He obliged, thrusting savagely, holding nothing back. He couldn't think, didn't want to think, only wanting to feel something else besides the ugly dark emotions that had warped his soul.
He wants ME, she thought as she lost all control. Her eyes rolled back as he pushed deep into her. He thrust again and again, not wanting to ever stop, as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him to her, making him hers.
He couldn't breathe, only feeling the overwhelming sensation of Abby tightening around him. "Please, yeess!" she cried out, climaxing.
"Abby!" Ducky groaned deeply as he came. He had never, never had anything that had felt this intense, this real.
His arms gave way and he nearly fell onto Abby's chest. He stared at her, trying to collect his thoughts. Which proved difficult, as he was in the enviable position of being naked with Abigail in his arms.
"Ohhh," Ducky took in everything that just happened. "Abby, I'm-" he stopped himself, breathing hard. No, he was not sorry for doing what he had wanted to do for years, even if he had been unwilling to admit it. But he was worried. "Did I hurt you?"
Abby's eyelids were just barely open. She made a rather content sound. "Hmmm, what do you think?" she said thickly, stretching her lithe body and actually arousing him again.
He had no idea what was going to happen. But the dark stain on his soul was gone. He had to admit that things couldn't be so horrible if this beautiful woman actually allowed him to make love to her.
"I think we should, perhaps…" he blushed, suddenly shy. The gentleman in him had come back in full force.
"Go to bed?" Abby finished for him, grinning. "I think that's a great idea." Her face grew suddenly grave. "But, would you mind if…we took it a bit slower?" A smirk played at the edges of her fake frown.
He happily obliged.
Please Review! I'm interested in comments about how you think Ducky would be with another woman, especially Abby. Next chapter coming up!