A/N: I've noticed that out of all the mature N/D stories, there are very few that are from Daphne's point view (whether first or third person) or have Daphne taking the lead. So, with Valentine's Day around the corner I thought I'd try my hand at a more spicy story than I usually write.

As there aren't many stories based on 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart', I decided to go with the latter. I love the closing scene and think there's a lot of potential.

I recommend reading 'We Melt Together' by FF writer MusingbyProxy which partially inspired my fic.

It took great effort to look sympathetic as Niles, nearly in shock and holding onto the stair rail for support, blurted that he had just jumped into bed with Mum, unaware of the new sleeping arrangements. I tempered my desperate desire to laugh by posing a more pressing question.

"What were you doing up there?"

Just hours ago, he was still insisting on staying in the guest bedroom, another symptom of the fear that seemed to be driving his life, giving me increasing worry—and too many lonely nights.

Niles paused for a moment, looking me up and down, before speaking.

"I just—wanted to—take my wife in my arms and show her how much I love her," he said emotionally.

My heart skipped a beat at Niles' words and even more so at the love and longing in his eyes. He was moving past his fears. He wanted me.

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"If I my heart can take that"—he smiled sheepishly at the mortifying mistake of just moments before—"it can take anything."

In a show of bravado, Niles picked me up in a playful but fruitless attempt to carry me to the guest bedroom. After a few paces, he set me down with a rueful laugh.

"Maybe I should just follow you," I teased as he laced his fingers through mine and led me away, both of us ready for a night of romance.

Following Mum's advice, I had immediately gone to work on my plan to seduce Niles, spending the better part of an hour creating the perfect atmosphere with candles, soft music (his 'Wagner for Lovers' CD), flowers, and, of course, myself.

Shortly after we'd gotten together, Niles had told me about a rather steamy dream he'd had of me. I remembered that after his surgery, and had planned on making his fantasy come true once he was cleared for sex.

I'd found the perfect costume and couldn't wait to celebrate our first time making love since that trying time at the hospital—but his fears had taken over, even when I'd dropped an enticing hint one afternoon at Café Nervosa.

"Daphne, when did you plan all this?" Niles broke into my thoughts, looking around the room before turning back and letting his eyes linger on my body.

"Only an hour ago," I said. "I wanted you back in my bed and Mum said I should take an aggressive approach."

Niles blushed slightly. "I didn't think your mother would be so open about giving advice on our…relations."

"Well, it was the first time we ever had a real heart to heart talk…although her first piece of advice was to give you a 'good kick in the pants'. But enough talk."

Unable to resist Niles any longer, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a seeking kiss. He responded at once, deepening the kiss, even teasing my lips with his tongue, a promise of more to come. It had been too long since we'd shared such fiery kisses.

"I think it's time I made good on my promise," Niles said at length.

"You'll do no such thing," I answered. "It was my idea first. Just follow my lead. I have a lot more planned for you."

Niles looked slightly alarmed, causing me to grin.

"Don't worry, Niles. Daphne won't let anything happen to you."