How am I doing so far?
Daphne and Niles was spending a pleasant evening in their living room reading while her mother was in the guestroom watching a wrestling match of sorts. Wrestling tended to air for at least a couple hours so they knew they weren't going to be distracted or badgered for a while. Daphne favoured a romance novel whilst Niles was indulging in some book about wine. It was one of those old activities which they took great pleasure in seeing as the television was moved to her Mother's room for her comfort as insisted by her. "Well, ya don't watch the bloody tube anyhow. It sits there collectin' dust and rot!" She says. Daphne was just as content with a full library of books while Niles just didn't seem to have the oodles of time for television after work. He also didn't have time seeing as he spent a large chunk of his evenings satisfying Daphne's somewhat insatiable and very healthy sex drive. Roz truly wasn't kidding when she told him that a 30 year old woman was hornier than a teenage boy looking at naked women in magazines. It opened Niles' doors to an almost nymphomaniac behaviour. It was a very good thing that that he had years of sexual fantasies stuck in his head to serve as a buffer from wearing him out. Honestly, after lack of sex from his first wife he wasn't accustomed to such activity but he wasn't complaining. He was actually quite delirious with excitement that Daphne would allow him to do the things he's always wanted to do and then some.
In fact, tonight was the night that her cursed menstrual cycle ended which usually left her in such an exacerbated state of horniness. He was simply waiting for the signal, oh hell, she didn't even give him signals half the time. She just jumped him and Niles was never sure when it was coming. It added greatly to the element of surprise when he found that his book had been ripped from his hands and Daphne's mouth was firmly planted upon his, kissing him very arduously and long. Then it was deep and furious until her body understood that it was physically impossible for her to crawl inside of him.
This was how Niles found himself at the moment. His hair was a mess from her kneading fingers, his lips swollen along with hers and Daphne rolling her hips into his quickly hardening penis. It wasn't fair really. Niles always wanted to control that blasted part of his body long enough to drive her nuts like she did him but it just never seemed to work out that way. He had considered tying her down once for that. All he could do was hang on for the ride.
In no time she had his shirt buttons damned near torn off and a bruise was already forming on the pale skin of his collar bone where she respectfully marked him. At times like these Niles tended to yelp in surprise whilst Daphne's eyes turned deep and black as simmering charcoal as the sultry moans flew out in several breaths. Their noises weren't loud but they weren't silent either. Not all of their clothes get removed in such ambushes and Daphne's subconscious made it a point to wear a skirt during these times.
"Daphne!" Her mother hollered as she was coming around the corner to the living room. "I'm comin' to get me drink so ye may want to stop making the beast with two backs!"
Daphne yelped this time and jumped off Niles in a sure hurry and stuck her nose back in her book. Niles did just the same despite their disarrayed appearances. With her Mother walking about the apartment the way she was and the tiredness overtaking their bodies, nothing was 'done' that evening. As a result, Daphne was no pleasant camper the very next day.
She was back at Dr. Crane's apartment completing her tasks with Martin and Eddie rather quickly, so to speak. When she was prompted to speak she was quite terse and abrupt with her words. Frasier could only look upon her suspiciously as Eddie kept his head firmly planted beneath the pillows on the sofa as if to avoid Daphne's turmoil. Martin truly believed that it had something to do with seeing Donnie and Mel together at the Café the other day so he remained patient and understanding while letting her have her space. When she was in her old bedroom gathering her things to take with her at her Montana home Martin spoke with his eldest son in response to the odd looks he was giving him.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it." Martin reassured Frasier. "We just happened to see Donnie and Mel together at the café."
"Donnie and Mel?" Frasier asked in surprise. "There's an unlikely couple but, Daphne's with Niles now. Why would it upset her?"
"It just took her by surprise, that's all." Martin stated with a wave of his hand. "It still affects a person. By this time tomorrow she'll be back to herself sassin' me to get on the floor and do my exercises."
Frasier and Martin thought no more of it which was unusual given Frasier had a tendency to pick and pry at everything until someone got hurt. Making a mess was what he did best.
"Oh, Bloody Hell!" The cuss spat from Daphne's lips vehemently after something crashed to the floor in the hallway.
Martin darted up immediately running to her wondering what the fussing was all about. He was just in time to see her picking up shattered pieces of glass that was lying everywhere.
"Daph, you ok?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm fine." Daphne sighed in deep exasperation. "Just havin' some rough times with me Mum. I'm just waitin' for the day when she manages to ruin a good mood with Niles and Me, even though the bedroom door is locked."
Martin just looked at her cringing mildly after hearing the sexually frustrated words come out of Daphne's mouth. He was partly disgusted with the thoughts of his son and physical therapist doing things he didn't want to think of, but it didn't hurt to listen to her so long as she didn't spill every damned detail.
"It's not just that." Daphne chuckled at his discomfort. "I'm so awkward around her that if she walks into a room when I am simply giving him a kiss I practically fly to the other side of the room. She was always a tyrant about the lovey dovey stuff."
"You just gotta remember, Daph." Martin began to dole out the advice. "It's yours and Niles' house, not your Mother's."
"I know." Daphne grinned mischievously as she cleaned the mess. "Last night was my fault though. I shouldn't have tried the ole' slap n' tickle on the sofa-"
"I don't wanna hear it!" Martin yelled as he hobbled to the living room as fast as he could on his cane.
