I DO NOT OWN NCIS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!
Abby stood in her waders among the reeds watching and listening for sound of wildlife approaching in the sky. She had noted a group of hunters that had spread out a mile or so away. Her hope was to spot the birds before the rifle-toting murders and use her duck call to lure the innocent fowl away from danger.
It didn't take too long before the first sign of them appeared. She used her new tool and saw them veer her way. Of course the hunters tried using their won, but she was closer and managed to dissuade the ducks from heading toward them. A few shots were fired so she moved further away occasionally using the call to keep the ducks on her tail. She smiled seeing herself as a modern day Pied Piper of sorts.
Walking through an area of rather high reeds she stopped abruptly seeing Ducky standing there, a wide grin on his face.
"I came as fast as I could," he looked at her expectantly.
Abby only smiled. A thrill of power surged inside her. "Guess I'll have to learn a special call just for you," she smirked.
His eyes looked skyward as he noticed her following. "Ah, I see. Well perhaps next time you may be more in need of my services," he said seductively.
"Perhaps," she answered coyly.
"Well then I'll take my leave. Best of luck in your current endeavor." Ducky bowed his head and retreated back through the marsh to his vehicle.
Abby watched his retreating form and wondered if she'd been missing out on an opportunity to share a more personal connection with her colleague. She'd dated older men before and appreciated all the experiences they brought into a relationship.
After considering her outing a success, she returned home still pondering the possibilities of having Ducky at her beck and call. She fingered the duck call lightly. A day spent listening and watching her feathered friends had taught her a few things. One particular call seemed to make the male ducks a bit more aggressive as they appeared to preen for the females.
She practiced until she thought she perfected it. As she laid in bed she put the wooden tube to her lips and did her best impression. She repeated the mating call every few minutes until a knock came to her door.
Wrapping her robe around here she practically glided to the door. Looking through the peep hole she spied the man she had beckoned running his hand over his slightly mussed hair. She opened the door as she leaned against it. "Glad you could make it," she said sensually.
"I've been hearing you call all day. I'm just glad you're finally home to welcome me," he brushed past her removing his trench coat. He draped it over his arm as he watched her close, lock and chain her door.
His eyebrows raised. 'Could she really mean it this time?' he pondered.
As if reading his mind she gently took his coat and laid it on the back of her sofa then stepped into his arms. She lifted them and placed them at the small of her back before putting her own around his neck.
"Oh, Abigail," he began only to have the rest of his words drowned by her kiss.
It started out tender somewhat tentative until both willingly let down their guards and gave in fully to the desires that filled them.
Breaking off to catch his breath Ducky smirked. "That's quite a dangerous weapon you have there," he nodded at the whistle hanging around her neck. He enjoyed seeing how it hung between the V her robe made as it crossed over her breasts. It was then he was aware that the robe was the only bit of clothing she appeared to be wearing.
Pulling the doctor closer she commented with a glance down, "Seems you have your own dangerous weapon. I look forward to seeing if yours is as effective as mine."
Ducky couldn't help but smile at her seductiveness. "It may take some time, but I've no doubt it'll make you come."
Needing no more foreplay Abby took his hand and led him to her bedroom. It was time to let Ducky do the calling.