By Fabrisse
Rating: FRAO - Explicit
Category: Romance, Humor
Genre: Het
Pairing: Donald "Ducky" Mallard/Abby Sciuto
Summary: Ducky and Abby get together occasionally.
Spoilers: Set in early season three.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Mentions of biting and asphyxiation.
It was unlike Mr. McGee to stay around autopsy. Even Gibbs understood how much the surroundings of death bothered him. Were Mr. Palmer around, Ducky might put it down to a need to bond with someone both within and outside the team. But Mr. Palmer was attending class, and Agent McGee was still hanging around autopsy.
Finally, he turned to Ducky and said, "You've known Abby a long time. Is she happy when she's dating Tony?"
"Timothy, why in the world would you think Abigail was involved with Agent DiNozzo?" Ducky was honestly puzzled.
"You know when I first started here, Abby and I kind of got together."
"Yes, I think we all figured that out fairly quickly."
McGee registered the dryness of the voice and looked a little abashed. "Well, she said something the other day about having someone she turned to when she wasn't involved in a serious relationship."
"I can't imagine how you made the assumption that it must be Anthony."
"Well, it can't be Gibbs, right? Tony's not serious. And Jimmy wasn't even working here when she said it. I guess it could have been Gerald …"
"If I might point out, Timothy, contrary to popular belief, neither Abigail nor I works exclusively with your team. There are many people in NCIS. Admittedly, we seem to work with Special Agent Gibbs and you as members of his team more often than we do the others, but I'm sure it has more to do with …"
McGee interrupted, "I forget that. Do you think she's seeing this guy now? Or could there be a chance I might be allowed to get back together with her."
"I would say that is entirely up to Abby, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah. I guess it is. Thanks, Ducky." McGee looked pensive, but hopeful, when he left.
Ducky was relieved Agent McGee hadn't gone down the entire list of men Abby worked with. Had he done so, he might have noticed that Ducky was, in Gibbs' words, "older not dead."
***
Several Months Earlier
One of the things Ducky and Abby had in common was their need to share their discoveries with others. An email or a written report wasn't the same as walking someone through their steps to the single correct conclusion as borne out by the sciences they pursued.
Often, Gibbs or a member of his team could provide the audience necessary, but on occasion, when the team was out in the field or working other aspects of a case, Ducky and Abby became each others' audience.
So it was on this day. Abby had called him down to her lab because Gibbs wasn't there. Ducky had come bearing the traditional Caf-Pow offering.
Abby's grin welcomed him in, and Ducky stood behind her as she sat and focused the instrument which had allowed her to crack the case. After leaning around her to see the results for himself, Ducky pulled back, and they shared a complicit smile.
It lasted for a few seconds longer than would have been usual. He noticed her pupils dilating and knew his were probably the same. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the black lipstick from her mouth.
"Ducky, why?"
"I rather think it isn't my shade." He replied as he slowly lowered his mouth to hers.
Abby's lips parted beneath his, and Ducky felt her arms slide around his neck. When the kiss ended, Abby looked at him wide eyed. "Duck man. I … " she started to pull him back toward her, but Ducky stopped her.
"I'm over thirty years older than you are -- old enough to be your father. Indeed in some cultures, an age difference this wide would imply I was your grandfather."
"I'm pretty sure I don't care," was Abby's response.
"I'm flattered, my dear. And I believe you. I shall return to autopsy and reserve a table tonight at one of my favorite restaurants at, let's say, seven o'clock. If you would care to join me, meet me downstairs at six-thirty. Otherwise, I shall have a very pleasant meal alone."
She came downstairs at five-thirty. "I know what kind of restaurants you go to, and I don't feel like I'm dressed right. So, I'm going home to change now. May I meet you there?"
Ducky would be willing to attest in court that she was blushing slightly. "Of course, you may. I'll see you at Ciboulette."
He was gratified when she was precisely on time. He was also gratified to note she was wearing five inch heels. He couldn't see what she was wearing under her cape, but her lipstick was a deep wine.
She took his arm, and they entered the restaurant together. The maitre greeted Ducky as an old friend and walked them straight through the dining area into the kitchen. Chef Fenice kissed Ducky on each cheek and bowed over Abby's hand. He was charmed by her Creole accent when she spoke French.
With all due ceremony, the Chef showed them to a small set table at the back of the kitchen. The maitre took Ducky's coat and Abby's cape.
She was wearing a sheer cutwork blouse in a smoke blue over a tight-cinched black bustier and a slim fitting black pencil skirt with a high slit.
"May I say, Abigail, that color truly enhances your eyes."
"You may say anything you like, Duck man. I've never eaten in the kitchen before."
"A chef's table is a rare and astonishing privilege. Have you any allergies? Any food you violently dislike?"
"No allergies and I'm from New Orleans. I can't imagine a food I'd dislike." Abby smiled happily.
"Do you like white wine?"
"I trust you to make the best choice for our meal."
"Thank you, my dear."
Ducky ordered a Meursault Premier Cru and had a glass poured for Chef Fenice as well.
Abby was startled to discover that they weren't getting a three course meal. They were getting little bites of food, a few perfectly grilled asparagus spears with an oyster on the half shell and minced blood orange, a cup of beet consommé that was an exquisite pink, langoustine smoked over tea leaves and served with wasabi crème fraiche. By the time they were served their demitasse and several tiny desserts, Abby had lost count of all the different wonderful things Chef Fenice had put in front of her. Each morsel had been better than the last, and all had melded well with the chosen wine.
There was no signal she could see, but the maitre returned with her cape at precisely the right moment. Chef Fenice bowed over her hand again and paid her pretty compliments. Then she felt Ducky's hand guiding her on the small of her back as they walked back out of the restaurant.
"Timothy told me you have been driving a standard transmission since you were ten."
"Yeah. I don't understand how anyone could choose to drive an automatic."
"A woman after my own heart. Did you park around the corner?"
"Oh. No, I took the metro."
"In that case, would you care to drive the Morgan?"
Her voice deepened. "Ducky, you'd trust me to drive it? I'd love to."
"At least I know you'll be more competent than poor Gerald. Will the right hand drive bother you?"
"As long as the clutch is in the same place …"
"Yes, it is." He handed her in to the driver's side of the car, and showed her how to adjust the seat for her much longer legs. "I know it's a cold night, but would you prefer the top down?"
"I would." Abby looked like she was about to explode with pleasure at the thought. As Ducky leaned in to release the fastening, she took his pocket square and deliberately wiped off her lipstick. He pressed a long slow kiss to her mouth and teased her lips apart lightly with his tongue.
She moaned and gave a little gasp at the back of her throat as he pulled away. He opened the passenger side to release its latch and efficiently folded back the top.
When he got into the passenger seat, she asked, "Where to?"
"That rather depends on how you'd like the evening to end. I confess, I am old enough to be a little perturbed at the idea of sharing a coffin."
"So if I want to stay the night with you …"
"I can give you directions to my house."
Abby thought for a moment then turned and gave him a wicked grin, "Should I turn left or right at the end of the block?"
"Right will take us to Memorial Bridge. I don't like to drive her on the highway."
"She's far too elegant for that." Abby adjusted the mirrors then smoothly pulled into traffic.
Ducky guided her through the one way streets of DC and, once they crossed the Potomac, onto the George Washington Parkway.
He admired the way she handled the car, shifting smoothly without making a production of it. She even knew how to shift on corners, a skill too many drivers lacked.
Her voice pulled him out of his reverie. "I forgot about your mother. Will there be a problem with 'the walk of shame' tomorrow morning?"
"Pull over, Abby." He indicated a small frontage which would take them off the main drag of the parkway.
Abby pulled over and set the handbrake.
Ducky turned in his seat. "My dear, if there is any shame, I should let you drive home. I will leave you with a chaste kiss on the cheek at the door of your apartment. It will still have been a delightful evening."
Abby's eyes went wide. "No, Ducky. It's just an expression. I … that isn't what I meant. I …"
He stopped her mouth with a kiss which she wholeheartedly returned. His fingernails brushed along the top of her throat where her cloak fastened, and she arched her neck into the touch.
"It's moments like these when I understand why Americans prefer automatic shifts."
Abby giggled.
"I must also say, I don't make a habit of inviting women to spend the night in my bed. Washington has many very nice hotels."
She took his hand. "Ducky, I want to see if you're as good at sex as you are at kissing. I'm honored that you have invited me back to your bedroom."
"Mother's nurse will assume you slept in the guest room. If Mother remembers you, she likes you so she won't mind where you might've slept."
"And if she doesn't remember me?"
Ducky kissed the palm of her hand before placing it back on the steering wheel. "That could present a problem. Her usual approach is to ask women of my acquaintance to show their knickers, and I don't believe you're wearing any."
Abby's eyes flashed with amusement as she eased them back into traffic. "Of course not. They'd have ruined the line of my skirt."
***
There was a light waiting for them on the porch. Ducky put the top back up on the car and garaged it before letting them both into the front hallway. They could hear Mrs. Mallard snoring, but Ducky walked over and checked on his mother before taking Abby's hand and leading her upstairs.
When he opened the door to his bedroom, Ducky watched for Abby's reaction. She wandered around looking at photographs and touching the furniture before sitting down on the small bench at the end of his bed.
She looked at him with a mischievous smile. "You're a sensualist."
"It's a fair description." He stood over her and kissed her gently. Then he took her shoulders and turned her slightly. He dragged his lips across the nape of her neck, ending at her ear. "Geishas leave just this part of the neck bare of makeup because it's considered provocative."
Abby breathed deeply. "Really."
"I've wanted to do this for a very long time." Ducky ran his tongue back to her neck tracing the lines of her web tattoo. "I've found this ink of yours just as provocative." His lips reached the collar of her blouse, and he reached around to unbutton it.
She tugged at his hand, and he came around to face her. Abby ran her hands up his thighs, and he sat beside her to capture her lips again.
His hands stroked her throat and guided the blouse from her shoulders. He followed its path with his lips and was rewarded with a gasp.
She giggled as her hands were trapped by her cuffs.
When Ducky grinned back at her and reached around to undo them she nipped his nose playfully. "Don't worry about it. I want you to take your shirt off, too."
He looked at her, stood up, and stripped off his jacket, tie, and shirt. "Satisfied?"
Abby licked her lips as she looked him up and down. "You've stayed fit. You're sexy."
"Maybe." He sat back down and cupped his hands under her breasts lifting them above her basque. Ducky took one nipple between his teeth and fluttered his tongue against it until Abby moaned with pleasure.
"Stand up. Please. I want to suck you."
"Abigail." His voice sounded husky.
"I said please."
He looked at her with her arms still behind her back and said, "I wouldn't have thought you submissive."
She blushed. "I think, for you, I'm a switch."
His hands traveled up her chest. He kissed her deeply. "I'm flattered."
For the first time, she looked away from him. "And there's something I want to ask you."
Ducky noted where his hands were on her throat, felt her pulse increase under his fingers. "I think I can guess."
"I've always wanted to try it, but I know it's dangerous. I thought a doctor…"
"I've seen the results of clumsy erotic asphyxiation, my dear." He looked at her intently, then pressed his lips to her forehead. "If we decide to do this again, I will endeavor to fulfill your fantasy. But tonight, I want to explore every inch of you."
"As long as that's mutual." She grinned.
He grinned right back. "It most definitely is, Miss Sciuto."
"Oh, Doctor Mallard, so formal when we're both half naked." Abby threw him a flirtatious glance. "It's time for you to get all naked."
"Yes, my dear."
He stood and unbuttoned his fly, as soon as he was uncovered, Abby's eyes lit up. She bent forward and blew across the tip. When he groaned, she opened her mouth and engulfed him. He heard her moan deep in her throat and felt the vibrations around his penis. "That feels wonderful, Abigail."
She pulled back and knelt in front of him before taking him back into her mouth.
Ducky looked down and found her staring up at him intently as her tongue flickered around the crown. He ran his fingertips along her jaw and was rewarded with another sound of pleasure. "What a woman you are."
He watched her, felt her, enjoyed the sensations of her mouth on him and her eyes locked on his for a few minutes longer before tapping her forehead. "It's my turn," he said with a smile.
Abby pulled off him slowly. "You're uncut. Why?"
He laughed and knelt behind her, finally getting the cuffs of her blouse undone so she could use her hands for balance. "It was common in the United States, I know, but in Britain circumcision was quite rare when I was born. Jewish men, the rare, at that time, Muslim, and, oddly enough, the royal family were the main practitioners."
"Cool. But I am disappointed to find out you're not royal." Her voice was teasing as she removed his glasses and clambered onto the bed.
"Shouldn't I finish undressing you?"
Abby unzipped her skirt and wiggled out of it.
Ducky placed it on the settee as he followed her. "I like your stockings and basque."
"Then leave them on me. Take my shoes off, though. I'd hate to hurt you with them."
"Yes, the heels look quite sharp." He kissed her ankle as he undid the strap. When the other shoe was off, too, he slipped his fingers just under the top of one stocking and pressed his lips to her inner thigh.
Abby squeaked at the sensation.
Ducky scraped his teeth gently along the sensitive skin as he worked his way up. She was very wet and he could taste her arousal.
He slid one finger inside her as he began flicking his tongue over her clitoris. When she began to writhe and thrust her hips up, he added another finger and flattened his tongue. Ducky used his surgeon's hands and connoisseur's mouth to drive Abby wild.
He felt her walls tighten around his fingers and probed her entrance with his tongue before sucking her clitoris rhythmically.
Abby came hard.
Ducky petted her down from her orgasm, distracting her with kisses and gentle touches until she began to run her hands over his body. "Are you ready for me, my dear?"
"Absolutely." She pulled him into a searing kiss.
When it ended he knelt between her thighs and rolled a condom on. He pressed into her slowly and savored the wet heat surrounding him. Just as he buried himself completely inside her, Ducky felt her legs wrap around his waist.
He opened his eyes to see her smiling up at him.
"Oh, Ducky. We should have done this a long time ago." Abby moved beneath him, and he began to push into her.
He moved slowly at first, long sure strokes, but, when he felt her nails rake his back, he shortened his thrusts. Her breath in his ear and the sounds she made drove him.
Ducky felt her clench around him, and his movements became broken with his urge for completion. Her nails dug deep and he captured her mouth again sucking her tongue until she threw her head back and screamed, "God."
Her climax milked him, and he bit her shoulder as his vision greyed. "Abigail, that was wonderful."
He started to get them both tucked under the covers.
"I'm afraid I need the bathroom first, Ducky."
He kissed her fingertips. "Of course, my dear. It's straight through that door."
When she came back a few minutes later, Abby was naked -- face as well as body. He noticed that she was completely unselfconscious about it, and he smiled broadly. "You are a treasure, Abby."
She crawled in beside him and cuddled close. "I was about to say the same thing to you."
***
Around three hours later he awoke to Abby exploring his mouth with hers. He responded sleepily, stroking her back and running his nails up her flanks.
"Is this all right? I want you again."
"It seems I'm more than willing, my dear."
She grabbed a condom from the drawer where she'd seen him get one earlier. After rolling it on him, she straddled him, and he felt himself surrounded by her again.
Abby rode him slowly, grinding their pubic bones together, taking the time to build both their pleasures. When she leaned up and took hold of the bed frame, her nipples hung close to Ducky's mouth, and he suckled at them, enjoying her gasp and mews of pleasure.
He felt her climax building as he thrust deep inside her. He teased her skin with his lips and teeth until she finally bent her mouth to his and quaked around him. One last thrust and he bit her earlobe and whispered her name as his own orgasm shook them both.
They melted back to sleep.
***
The alarm was set for six, but Ducky was awake earlier mesmerized by the sight of Abby asleep.
She woke before the alarm sounded and smiled at him just as complicitly as she would over a microscope. "Does this mean you're ready to go again?"
He chuckled. "Sadly, there is a downside to being over sixty." He kissed her. "But never let it be said that I disappointed a lady."
He flattened his palm over her breast. When she gave a little gasp, he stroked his tongue over her lips and begged for entry. He smoothed his hand lower down her body and found her wet and waiting. Ducky slid two fingers inside her and kept his thumb pressed tight to her clitoris. He distracted her with kisses as his hands piqued her excitement. She arched and writhed under his ministrations responding to every touch and nip. Finally, he heard her voice go throaty and she said, "Oh, Donald." As she clenched and bucked around his fingers.
Ducky shut off the alarm, just as it started and Abby reached up and kissed him. He touched her shoulder. "I'm afraid I left a bite mark just here."
"Look at your chest. You have a couple of marks from me too."
"So I do." He pulled away from her reluctantly. "You rest a few minutes longer. I should be out of the shower in half an hour, and then the bathroom is yours."
She noticed his hesitation. "What is it, Ducky?"
"May I take you to breakfast? There's a diner down the street that is much better than anything I could throw together."
"Breakfast sounds great. I'm ravenous after all the exercise." She was rewarded by a blush from Ducky. His eyes seemed far more open without his glasses. "And Ducky, we'll do this again. I know you're not looking for a relationship, but we're friends and this was terrific."
He kissed her quickly and asked, "How do you know I'm not looking for a relationship?"
"Ducky?"
"No, Abigail. I am fairly certain that you're not looking to me for long term romance. And with my situation with mother a romantic relationship is probably not truly an option."
"Lukewarm love."
"I beg your pardon." Ducky looked puzzled.
"Cynthia Heimel wrote a book called Sex Tips for Girls. I read it at an impressionable age."
"If you like, I will provide her with a testimonial as to the effectiveness of her teaching." Ducky grinned and Abby chortled in response.
"She defined what we have as 'lukewarm love.' We're probably never going to be everything to each other, but we're good friends and now good lovers when we want to be."
"It would be nice to have you as the lady on my arm when I want one."
"And I like having someone to go to events with occasionally. I mean, they're great on my own, but they're greater, sometimes, with a friend." Abby was smiling with joy.
"So we have an understanding. When some young man breaks your heart, you can come to me for comfort and understanding."
"And damned good sex, don't forget that."
"How could I?" Ducky looked at her and fluttered his fingertips across her forehead. "I must say, I'm glad you wear make-up to work. You're far too beautiful without it. I'd never pay attention."
Abby laughed. "Ducky! Get up. I'm hungry, and you can't take me to breakfast until you're dressed. Oh, and next time, you are so joining me in my coffin."
"As you wish, my dear." And with one last lingering kiss, Ducky climbed out of bed and headed toward the bathroom.
***
Now
"And why are you two just standing in the parking lot?" Ziva asked.
DiNozzo answered, "Probie here wants to know who Abby's taking to the Android Lust concert tonight. That way he knows whose credit rating to threaten."
"I just want to know who it is Abby goes to when she's broken up with someone. I think it's probably Hank from accounting."
Ziva looked puzzled. "Isn't he the one with the rash on his cheeks?"
DiNozzo just nodded and rolled his eyes at McGee.
"It's definitely no one from accounting," Ziva said firmly and pointed toward the entrance.
Abby walked out of the building in a vintage black mini dress and fishnet stockings. Beside her, in a black suit with a black turtleneck, was Ducky. She handed him a helmet and the keys to her bike. Once her own helmet was on, she climbed on behind him and wrapped an arm tightly around his chest.
Ducky kicked the starter. As they rode off, Abby waved to the three of them.
DiNozzo and McGee felt their heads being slapped simultaneously. Gibbs merely touched Ziva's chin to let her know her jaw had dropped as he walked to his car with a grin on his face.
"Just taking him to a concert doesn't mean anything. He likes her music." McGee said.
"She let you drive her bike, Probie?"
"Well, no."
"And Ducky was dressed like a man with luck." Ziva added.
"You mean a guy who's going to get lucky." Tony corrected.
"Precisely. Is that not what I said?"
"You're not exactly comforting McGeek."
McGee looked at Tony. "It couldn't be Ducky. He's old enough to be her father."
Tony met Ziva's eyes over McGee's head, then glanced back at him. "I'm sure you're right, Probie. It's just a concert."
As McGee drove out of the parking lot, Tony turned to Ziva. "What do you think?"
"I think we should not disillusion McGee."
Tony nodded and headed toward his car.
~
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