The Therapy Cliff
The only light in Niles' apartment was the glow of three candles next to the dining room table. Their glow only illuminated enough light for shadows that danced and flickered across the room.
Niles was leaning her into a romantic kiss on the couch where he could feel her heart pounding against his chest just as strong as his own heart. He reached up and cupped both sides of her face and ran his fingers through her soft hair. This was heaven.
They didn't talk nor think of the road before them. Tonight was theirs and nothing could take that away from them.
He felt her hands on his chest as she gently pushed him to lean his back against his side of the couch. This time, she was the one leaning into the kiss and she pressed her soft lips to his. She could feel his hot breath racing across her cheek.
Niles was laying on his back on the couch. How he got there and for how long, he wasn't sure, but he definitely had not fallen asleep. Daphne was lying on top of him sharing tender kisses with him. She was nibbling his ear lobe, kissing the side of his neck and breathing hard with hot breath that sent pleasant chills all over his body.
The candles burned out leaving them in total darkness.
"Daphne," he whispered to her as she kissed his collar bone. "Those were new candles. We've must have been kissing for hours."
"Doesn't seem that long."
"No, it doesn't, does it?"
She lowered and stopped with her lips just an inch away from his. He could sense her there. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered her lips to his. The kiss was but a whisper that melted into such a kiss of passion and romance. He wanted to tell her just how much he loved her, but no spoken words could express his thoughts now. Besides, his thundering heart against her chest was all she needed and he knew it. Her hands lay upon his arms and they moved slowly along them until their fingers laced together in the passion of the kiss.
She stopped so that they could catch their breaths. She lay her head upon his chest and he loved the way she did that. Her soft, silky hair lay on his chest. He adored the smell of it. She lay there listening to the racing of is heart, but she kept her fingers firmly laced with his.
Sometimes love is like a force of nature. It is too powerful to be reckoned with. It is unstoppable. It can overcome everything and destroy anything in its path that tries to slow it down.
He heard her sniff. He lifted his head. "Daphne, are you crying?" his voice was soft and shaken.
She didn't answer him. She just lifted her head and ever so gently brushed her lips across his in the softest of ways. From right to left first, so slowly and then back across like she wanted to savor all of his lips. She closed her lips around his – caressing them.
Perhaps this wasn't fare. Maybe this night would make things that much harder for Niles for the next thirty days, but he didn't care. They were in love. They were truly in love.
"Let's take this up to the bedroom, shall we?" she suggested.
His reply was placing his hands on both sides of her face and slowly lowering her lips to his. They sat up and Niles took her hand and carefully led her through the darkness to the light switch. "I found the light switch. I'm turning it on," he announced so she would be ready for it after their eyes had adjusted to the darkness for hours.
Daphne smiled. That's just the kind of man Niles was, always looking out for her even in the smallest of ways.
The light came on, Niles snuck in another tender kiss and they quickly made their way upstairs.