She walked outside and stood on the balcony, engulfed in a sheet of fog that floated around her, obscuring her view of the Seattle skyline. Again and again her mind drifted back to Sheryl's phone call from moments before. The phone call that shattered her dreams of a sunset cruise. Although it was silly, crying over something that she had no control over, she couldn't seem to stop. Ironically the tears blurred her vision even more so than the fog and the ache in her chest was so great that it hurt just to breathe.
The sound of the door opening did little to faze her and she continued to stare into oblivion until she heard a familiar voice.
"Daphne, what are you doing out here?"
She gasped and turned around; overcome with emotion to see the silhouette of the man she loved standing just inches away from her. Amazingly at that moment the fog partially dissipated, affording her a brief glimpse of his handsome face. And that was all it took.
"N-Niles?"
"I'm sorry if I startled you, Daphne. I know I shouldn't have just let myself in and I wasn't planning on coming over at all but the fog was so thick and... I didn't think anyone would be home so-."
She pulled him into her arms, kissing him until they were both breathless. And when he drew back in stunned amazement, the kisses began again. His arms went around her holding her close as his fingers gently massaged her back and neck, before moving upwards splaying through her hair. When the kisses ended once more, it was she who drew back, but not before giving him a few more intermittent soft touches of her lips against his. And then she saw his smile.
"Wow… if I had known I'd come here to receive that kind of greeting, I would have come over a lot sooner." Niles smiled at his own joke, but she simply couldn't return it.
Instead she drew him into her arms, sighing when his arms went around her once more. He gently stroked her back and she rested her cheek against his neck, breathing in the fresh clean scent of his designer soap and cologne.
"Daphne, are you all right?"
The question made her embrace him tighter and she closed her eyes, moving slowly in his arms, dancing to the sad slow song that filled her heart. "Just hold me… please?"
He kissed her cheek and sighed. "There's nothing I'd rather do, Daphne." And with that he moved closer until their bodies were in perfect alignment as though they were made for each other.