He smiled warmly at her, "Very well Miss Fine…I'M YOURS," he teased her with his husky voice.

Fran giggled and playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "Oh, this is soo weird! I mean you and I…"

Niles put a hand to his chest, "Why Miss Fine, don't knock this Brit 'till you've tried him." With that he suavely pulled her to her feet with one arm.

"Oh!" Fran gasped.

He yanked her arm spinning her in to his chest. Up close, Fran sniffed him. "What's that cologne you're wearing there?"

"Lemon pledge Baby, you like?" He winked at her.

Fran laughed loudly. Playing along she danced her fingers over his tie tugging at it.

"I liiike it," she said coyly batting her eyes at him.

Pulling her in closer he said in a low voice, "I'll keep that in mind. You ever need anything dusted…well, you just let me know."

They both laughed together at this enjoying themselves. Suddenly 13 year-old Grace walked in munching on an apple. She stopped short when she saw Niles and Fran wrapped in each other's embracing arms and laughing hysterically. Her mouth dropped open and some pieces of apple fell out.

Fran finally noticed out of the corner of her eyes that Grace was standing there with her mouth agape and crunched up apple pieces on the floor.

"Ohh Honey!" She ran over to her and was about to explain the whole thing to her when she spotted Niles shaking his head furiously and mouthing, "DON'T".

"Um—go play with your dolls, sweetie," Fran said quickly.

"Fran, I haven't played with dolls since I was six," Grace protested.

"Right!…Uh go read your Freud, Honey." She ushered Grace out of the living room and came back to Niles.

"Whattsa matta? Why couldn'a I told Grace?"

Niles breathed in deeply, "Because, we have to keep up our front. We can't spoil everything by having the possibility of someone blabbing it.

"Oh….better not let Ma know about this then."

"So now, shall we continue practicing Miss Fine?" Niles said turning on his charm again.

"Of course," Fran said huskily, "Mister…uh…er…Niles."

"Miss Fine, don't think me a cad but I should like to kiss you," Niles flashed her a grin.

"Oh yes, well you have my permission," Fran giggled.

Niles leaned in close and Fran realized he was wearing more than Lemon Pledge. What was that? Old Spice? It smelled wonderful.

With his arms at his sides, he kissed her softly on her lips. His mouth was warm and soothing, his lips slightly parted. He tasted like peppermint altoids.

When he pulled away after a few seconds, Fran bit her lip in surprise, "Wow Niles…that was…really NICE. I'm in such amazement that you haven't been snatched up yet."

Niles ducked his head, embarrassed, "Ohh I'm not any good but thank you for saying so though."

"No, no. I mean it. I've had my share of kisses and that kiss just now definitely would have been in the top ten," she assured him.

"Well, shall we have another go at it then? There's more than one flavor to this Hagen-Daaz, Baby," Niles murmured alluringly.

"Hold on Busta, it'd be nice to have an audience and make this all worthwhile, ya know?"

"Miss Fiiine!" An unseen voice called.

"Oooo! Quick Niles! C'mere!!" Fran grabbed Niles by the lapels of his charcoal three-piece suit and pulled him forcefully towards her.