A/N: This is an expanded rewrite of a story I found while looking through the Frasier archives.
(Niles POV)
The kisses seemed to last forever and Niles certainly didn't mind. After enduring so many years of longing for Daphne and then almost losing her to Donny Douglas, he vowed to never take a moment of his time with her for granted. And as he and Daphne sat opposite one another on Frasier's sofa, he stared into her beautiful brown eyes, content to kiss her for as long as possible. But, like a beautiful fairy tale, this portion of the day would soon come to an end.
He had something very special planned for later that evening but if he didn't leave Frasier's soon, the evening wouldn't commence as scheduled. And he wanted nothing more than to assure that the night was absolutely perfect, just like the angel sitting next to him.
"I should get going." He said against her lips. But his reluctant comment only increased the passion between them. Playfully, Daphne pushed him against the sofa cushions and smiled, running her fingers through his hair.
"Do you really have to leave, Niles?"
His heart throbbed in his chest and he kissed her even deeper. He wanted to stay, God, how he wanted to. For there was no doubt in his mind that kisses such as these would lead to a night of intimacy in the privacy of her bedroom that neither of them would ever forget. But if the evening at his home unfolded the way he hoped, the intimacy would be even more romantic in his home, without the fear of distractions.
And so it was with a heavy heart that he answered her question truthfully. "Yes, my love. But it's only for a few hours. I want this night to be spectacular."
She groaned and rose from the sofa, waiting for him to retrieve his coat before walking him to the door. "I'll see you later then."
"Is 7:00 all right?"
Daphne smiled and kissed him softly. "7:00 is perfect. And I promise to look absolutely beautiful when I arrive at your door."
He returned his angel's smile, his eyes taking in her appearance. Dressed in jeans and a pale yellow, albeit well-worn Oregon Coast sweatshirt, he couldn't resist kissing her again.
"My love you couldn't possibly look more beautiful than you do at this moment."
She rolled her eyes and swatted him playfully. "Niles, don't be ridiculous! I look terrible!"
"You're beautiful." He corrected. "I'll see you at 7:00. I love you, Daphne."
Her hands cradled his face and she kissed him again. "And I love you, Niles."
He barely had a chance to close the door for the kisses that followed. And when stood in the hallway waiting for the elevator doors to close, 7:00 seemed light years away.