She stood in the doorway, her long wavy hair cascading down her shoulders. Her perfume, a subtle but intoxicating blend of oriental flowers wafted through the air, enticing him. But it was the red fabric peeking out from behind her blue satin robe that nearly made him lose control.
"Are you ready? I've been waiting for my night of lovemaking."
Frasier's jaw dropped and he could hardly breathe for wanting her.
"Niles... I-I need to go." Frasier said, never taking his eyes off of Lillith.
"Well, all right. I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. It was nice to hear from you."
"Thank you, Niles. And... For what it's worth, I love you too."
His eyes still fixated on his wife, Frasier absently put the phone down as the vision before him smiled.
"My God, Lillith. You look... There are simply no words."
But her smile turned into an all-too familiar scowl. "Niles was your big emergency? Damn it, Frasier I asked for one favor, just one favor and you completely discount me for that lowlife brother of yours!"
Anger rushed to the surface and Frasier wanted so much to lash out. But instead he remained silent. After all, Lillith was experiencing a period of grief and under the circumstances, he had no right to cause her anymore distress. Instead he merely smiled as he slowly walked toward her.
"But I'm here now, darling.. and... I'm ready."
She came to him, kissing him with such passion that he felt a wave of dizziness come over him. But he didn't care. The kisses turned fiery, almost scorching in intensity and he loosed the belt on his robe. Never taking his mouth of hers, he led her into the bedroom. To his surprise, he found it dimly lit with candles flickering, sending soft light against the walls.
"Lillith, this is..."
"Just my way of saying that I love you." She whispered, handing him a glass of champagne."
"And I love-."
She kissed him again, running her fingers across the collar of his robe and finally onto his bare chest. The touch of her hand on his skin made him tremble with desire for her and he wasted no time guiding her to the bed.
Within seconds, the blue robe and red negligee slipped off of Lilith's body and fell to the floor.
Beneath the sheets, the warmth of her body was all he needed and he chided himself for not asking for moments like this more often. Certainly it was good for their relationship and even more so for his own sexual confidence.
But from the way she was pleasing him in the most sensuous way possible, he knew that his confidence was far from tarnished. If the contented look on her face was any indication, she was more than satisfied with his performance.
A series of hot kisses brought them closer than he thought possible and he pulled her toward him until their bodies melded together. And to his utter amazement, she began doing things to him that he'd only read about in magazines or seen on television.
Never in his life would he admit to anyone that he'd subjected himself to such risqué television or reading material. But he couldn't doubt their existence. He was a man after all. And even men of his stature and prestige needed a little sexual encouragement now and then. Lillith certainly wasn't helping in that department.
But now she was not only helping, but initiating. Something he simply couldn't fathom.
"Just a few more tries..." She said breathlessly. "... and you'll have planted your seed."
He moaned with pleasure and closed his eyes, thanking the heavens. For this was more sensual than he'd ever dreamed. He should have suggested having another child years ago.
"Come on Frasier..." she moaned. "You can do it. Just one more try.."
His confidence restored, he prepared himself to do as she asked. And he did so with the deepest gratitude.
Having a child for the wrong reasons was just... wrong. Lillith was channeling her grief and pain into sexual energy and as much as he relished it...
His excitement gone, he drew back and climbed off of her.
"Frasier what are you doing? You were just about to-."
"I know..."
"The hell you do!" Lillith yelled, sounding more like the Lillith he knew so well. "Do you have any idea what you'd one? We were this close to planting the seed of our unborn child! This close! Damn you, Frasier!"
"Lillith, I'm sorry but I can't do this. I'm sorry. I just can't."
He climbed out of bed and pulled on his robe, cinching the belt tightly around his waist.
"What in the hell has gotten into you?" Lillith yelled. "Are you crazy? This was your idea!"
He felt a mixture of remorse and relief and his ethics fought his hormones. But ultimately it was his ethics that won.
"I'm sorry Lillith."
He could barely watch as she climbed out of bed and sat on the edge, her bare back toward him, beckoning him to come closer. Oh how he wanted to run his hands across her silky shoulders, massaging, caressing, and his lips trailing across her neck and down her chest until-
He forced the thought from his mind, and simply stared at her beautiful dark hair that fell in waves down her back.
The room was silent except for the distant chirping of birds outside and the soft sobs that came from the woman he loved.
Damn...
As she continued to cry, he rose from the bed and pulled on his pajamas. And then he turned to Lillith, realizing that he couldn't leave her in this state. She was hurting and he feared that without his help, she might never be the same.