Daphne lifts her flute and Niles serves the champagne. He hasn't drunk alcohol again since their dinner at Le soleil de Provence several hours ago, but now he allows himself a glass of champagne. He sits down on the sofa next to her and clinks their flutes. "To a magical night," he toasts.
"To a magical night," she echoes, bringing her glass to her lips and locking eyes with him over the brim.
They drink a sip. "A strawberry?," he asks, offering her the bowl.
"Yes, please." She leans forward a bit and opens her mouth, showing clearly her intention.
She hears his sharp intake of breath and his gaze lowers to her mouth. He reaches for the piece of fruit and brings it to her lips, with his hand trembling slightly. Daphne bites the tasty, sweet and acid strawberry, chews, swallows and licks her lips. All her gestures and motions are slow, deliberate, mindful of his mesmerized stare. She's never felt so desired, so desirable, so powerful.
"Another one, please?," Daphne asks again, and he startles out of his trance, lifting another strawberry clumsily. She repeats her previous actions, never tearing her eyes from his. She then empties her glass and moans in contentment, closing her eyes for some seconds.
When she opens them again, the feral glint in his stare does it for her. She grabs his face and kisses him hungrily, open-mouthed, seeking his tongue. They moan at unison and he sinks his fingers in her hair while their tongues glue together.
No one who doesn't know Niles in an intimate level would ever guess that he can be such a great kisser, such an ardent lover. The apparently stuck-up prude is like a volcano under the pristine surface.
And Daphne has him all to herself. She savors it and tastes his most naked essence, the one reserved only for her.
Niles drags his lips down to her jaw and neck, kissing, licking and nipping softly. The mix of his hot lips and breath added to the sharp sensation of his teeth is incredible.
"Niles," she pants while he shifts his attention to her bare shoulder.
"Yes?," he murmurs against her skin.
"Let's move this party to the bedroom," she suggests, and he chuckles, rising his gaze to her face, still worshipping her shoulder. His hands aren't idle either, moving up and down her sides and back, heatening her up.
"As my lady commands." He stands up and offers her his hand.
She grabs it. "Lead the way, please."
They climb the stairs and cross the corridor to the main bedroom. She had seen it once, the torrid summer afternoon she'd resorted to Niles because she'd fought with Sherry and didn't know where else she could spend the following hours. Anywhere but at Frasier's. Well, not anywhere. You came here for a specific reason. You felt lonely and he was lonely too. You behaved like a coquette on purpose, turning him on. You used his bathtub because you knew that he showered and bathed there. She'd been curious to take a glimpse at his neat, tastefully decorated bedroom, wondering how it would be to make a mess of it while having wild sex with Niles all around there... She'd crossed toward the en-suite and the sight of the large tub hadn't helped with her unruly and saucy thoughts.
In the end, she'd chickened out with the excuse of her thyroid pills. She actually had them in her overnight bag, but the strident alarm sound of her watch had broken the spell. Poor Niles, always so considerate and courteous. Any other man would have lunged at her without a second thought at that point, or coaxed her to stay so they could have their way with her, but not Niles. She knew perfectly, when he gave her a ride back to Frasier's, that he was as sexually frustrated as her, but he didn't behave for a single moment as less than the gentleman he is.
And that's one of the reasons why she wants him so much, but this time there will be no chickening out. Nothing further from her intentions.
As soon as they set foot into the bedroom, they resume the kissing and Daphne undoes his tie, throwing it onto the floor, and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt.
"May I?," he asks, reaching for the clasp at the back of her dress' collar.
"Go ahead," she urges, and after he fumbles a bit with the small hook, he manages to let it loose. The front of the bodice falls down, and Niles gasps. She's wearing a strapless lacy bra which only has the cups to hold her breasts, and it matches the knickers. She's bought this set a couple of days ago in a trip to downtown. When she made the decision to ask Niles out on a date, she realized that she had to replace progressively her lingerie, because it feels wrong to wear with Niles the same underwear she'd worn with Donny.
She's wearing this new set exclusively for Niles and for herself and the secret knowledge thrills her.
"How does this work?," he blurts unexpectedly, seemingly puzzled at the sight of the bra keeping itself in place without any straps, and she lets out a giggle at the absurd question.
"It has a sort of adhesive that sticks directly to the skin," she explains, barely containing her amused smile. Only him would ask how a simple bra works in the middle of foreplay.
"And is that healthy? I mean, doesn't that adhesive sting or cause allergy?," he worries, and this time she can't help the laughter that escapes her lips.
"Not that I can feel," she dismisses. "Do you want to check by yourself?"
The air in the room shifts again to sensuality at her bold suggestion. "Okay. I'll pull it carefully." Niles covers her breasts with his palms and searches her eyes with his lust loaded ones. "Go on," she encourages softly.
He squeezes slightly and caresses the areas around the cups with his fingertips. Daphne shudders and moans. He bends forward and drops kisses all over her cleavage and the covered mounds. She grabs his scalp among the tresses of his blond hair and abandons herself to his caresses.
"You're divine, Daphne. Absolutely breathtaking," he groans, and she shudders again at the low vibration of his voice.
"And you know so well how to pamper a woman," she praises in return, stroking his scalp.
"Only you," he assures. Then he grabs the edges of the cups and removes the bra. She feels the cool air on the sensitive area. "Oh, Daphne. They're even more lovely than I imagined." She feels the heat of his lips right there. He sucks and licks a nipple and rubs the other one with his fingers, and then he switches places.
Daphne moans loudly. "Oh, yes, Niles!" He's ravishing her breasts and she's losing her head. She doesn't remember feeling like this ever before with anybody. "Let's go to the bed."
Niles takes both her hands and walks backwards, pulling her to the king-sized bed, smiling lovingly. Even in the middle of his lust, he's always so attentive.
She pushes him onto the bed and he sits down with a thump. Daphne takes off her half removed dress, straddles him and finishes removing his half unbuttoned shirt, revealing his hairy chest and slender arms. His lean figure has subtle muscles underneath and it's very arousing. It's her turn to devote her attention to his chest. She licks and rubs his small nipples and revels in his shivers and groans. Her hands reach for his belt and unbuckle it deftly, then it's the turn of the slacks. She kisses his mouth again while she unbuttons the trousers and slides the zipper down. He moans into her mouth when she grazes his hardness.
He surprises her when he rolls her onto the mattress and places himself over her. He kisses from her chest down to her belly and lingers for a moment at the edge of her knickers. His eyes search hers for consent and she nods eagerly.
Niles grabs the garment and pulls it down, kissing every inch he uncovers. Daphne again sinks her fingers in his hair and abandons herself to the mind-blowing sensations of his mouth, lips and tongue on her. He places her thighs (still clad in the stockings) over his shoulders and devotes all his considerable skill to her most intimate flesh, and in seconds she's in a frenzy of lust and blinding pleasure. She cries out and moans his name rhythmically in a crescendo until her climax spreads throughout her in a blast that erases everything from her mind except for her pure bliss.
He smiles a bit smugly and drops onto the mattress next to her.
"Wow, Niles. And to think that Roz says that you're such a prude," she blurts out. Great. You've just had the best orgasm of your life and found the fastest way to thwart the afterglow, she thinks, giggling uncontrollably.
Niles snorts, playing along. "Says Roz, the queen of debauchery. Let her talk. Your opinion is the only one that matters." He smiles at her, still wearing the expression which shows that he's proud of himself because of her obvious satisfaction.
She swats him languidly. "Don't be so hard on her. You must admit that hardly anyone would guess that you're such a passionate lover," she chastises lazily. "But I like that. I don't need hords of horny women buzzing around you, thanks. I'm not willing to share you, so you know. And by the way, the contrast between your refined self and your feral self is very sexy." She reaches for his lips.
"Well, in that case, who am I to contradict you? And I'm all yours, so you know." The emotion in his eyes touches her to the bottom of her soul. She kisses him deeply.
"You're still a bit overdressed," she complains. Niles sits up and gets rid of his shoes and socks. Daphne pushes down his slacks and boxers in one swift movement. Now he's fully naked next to her and they openly ogle each other. "Do you want me to take off my stockings?," she asks.
"Yes, please. Though they look absolutely sexy on you, I'd like for us to be totally naked when we become one," he admits, and Daphne melts at his inveterate romanticism.
"Okay." She can't help showing off a little when she takes off the delicate garments from her legs.
Now there's not a single piece of fabric on them and she's so happy to be like this, with him. She reaches for his face and kisses him, making him sit down and straddling his lap, feeling skin on skin. They caress each other everywhere while they go on kissing. She teases him, rocking against his hardness and relishes his groan against her neck, and at last she lifts her hips and guides him inside her. They tremble and moan as their bodies join entirely, and start moving, progressively finding their pace, kissing, touching, saying words of love and passion and finally finding their completion together.
Daphne's had a few flings and boyfriends along her life, she is quite experienced in sex, she's read many romance novels and watched romantic movies, but nothing had prepared her for Niles Crane.