After spending a highly enjoyable time at the pub, Daphne and Niles have decided that it's time to return home. Daphne regrets that she can't stay at the Montana, because she wants to keep strictly Mr. Crane's exercise routine also on Saturdays, and if she stays at Niles's, she knows that she won't go back to Frasier's at least until lunchtime or even later. Sundays, on the other hand, are her free days and she can spend them out if she so wishes, but unfortunately, it's not Sunday yet.
She's driving the Mercedes again. Since their first date, Niles has adopted the habit of asking her if she wants to drive it and gives her the remote control without question. It moves her a lot that he cares for her happiness to the point that he doesn't give a second thought to letting her drive his car, because he knows that she loves the freeing sensation it gives her. A lot of men would be reluctant, both because a few of them seem to be more fond of their cars than of their sentimental partners, and because they are sexists who believe that women and cars are incompatible or other nonsense of that sort. It wasn't Donny's case, but she knew that he didn't feel comfortable with another person driving his car, no matter whether it was a man or a woman. He'd never asked her to drive it, and she hadn't offered either.
Daphne unlocks the Mercedes and, as always, allows Niles to open her door before he goes to his own side of the car.
"Thanks, honey," she says with her soft smile, and gets in the vehicle.
"Anything for you, sweetheart," he replies as they buckle themselves, and she squeezes his hand with a smile.
Daphne has an idea. She's dying to have sex with Niles again, it's been five days since the last time and she misses that degree of intimacy with him. On weekdays, due to their schedules, they've restricted themselves to seeing each other at Frasier's when Niles has dropped by and they've made out a bit in her bedroom, but they haven't dared to go all the way, not with Frasier or Martin or both present at the house. So now that they've gone on another date, she's unwilling to waste a chance to be as intimate with Niles as they can be. The problem is the fact that, if they go to Niles's place to make love, she'll be too tempted to stay the night; she knows herself too much. Therefore, she's thought of a compromise.
Perhaps it's time to try car sex. The idea thrills her. She's had fun in the past that way, though the experience was never great and she rarely ended up fully satisfied, but she has a feeling that with their strong mutual desire and Niles's dedication, patience and dexterity, it's going to be something entirely new and life-altering.
"The underground parking lot of your building is quite deserted at this hour, isn't it?," Daphne inquires as she starts the smooth engine and maneuvers to get out of the parking space.
Niles turns his head to her and she catches his surprised stare. "Yes, it is. Most people in the building are elders or middle-aged, not very much inclined to nightlife. Are you implying what I believe you're implying?" His voice sounds hopeful, and she chuckles in mischief.
"Now who's psychic? You're reading my mind exactly," Daphne teases.
He snorts. "No need to be a psychic to guess your thoughts, you little minx. But who am I to complain?" She detects his slightly faster breathing, and knows he's so aroused as she is. Oh, this is going to be real fun.
"You'd better not complain. I want to have my wicked way with you on these posh leather seats. I've always dreamed of getting laid in a luxury car," she admits cheekily. The prospect of such an adventure with Niles is very enticing. Normally having car sex is not something new or exotic, but with him, everything is.
She hears his loud intake of breath. "And I've dreamed of getting laid by you in my luxury car," he confesses simply.
She decides to ask a bold question, a question that intrigues and arouses her. "Have you... Have you ever touched yourself while thinking about me?"
His breath hitches. "Yes." Her core flutters in delight at the image of him pleasuring himself with her in his mind.
"Did you do it when you where still married? At the house you shared with Mrs. Crane? Giving yourself pleasure while imagining it was me touching you?" Her curiosity is getting the better of her, but she can't help it.
"God, Daphne. Yes. Definitely I did. My mind always wandered to you, inevitably. Anyway, I was unhappy with Maris and sex was barely more than inexistent by that period, so it hardly felt like infidelity. There was guilt, of course, but you secretly became the most brilliant light in my life and I couldn't resist your charm. So I had to... find release." He looks flushed and embarrassed, but she won't have any of that. That he's wanted her for so long is a boost to her femininity. To her self-value as a desirable woman.
"Niles, I'm very flattered and moved that you found some joy and comfort thinking of me. It's nothing to be ashamed of," she reassures. "I like it very much. It makes me feel like a goddess."
"You're a goddess, Daphne. Don't ever doubt that. And yes, you were my most hidden joy whenever I felt so lonely. Knowing that you were present in my life gave me strength."
She feels the sting of tears. He's so sweet, the sweetest man she's ever met. "I truly ignore what I've done to earn your devotion, Niles Crane."
"You don't need to do anything, Daphne Moon. Just being yourself is enough to make my world brighter. The only thing I know is that I fell for you from minute one. If you ask me why, I might give you thousands of answers and never end, never find the proper words, because there are not enough or adequate words to describe you in your glorious entirety."
Daphne is already gaining access to the Montana parking lot and she makes for Niles's private space, which luckily is in a secluded area. "Let's move to the back seat. There's more room there and the tinted windows will hide us from view," she suggests determinedly and unbuckles her safety belt. Niles does the same, fumbling a bit with the anchorage in nervousness. She smiles at his eagerness and savors the power she has over him, and the power he has over her.
She wants to give him worlds of pleasure.
They get into the back of the car and she makes Niles sit while she kneels on the floor, between his legs. There's not much room, but it's enough for her purposes. She reaches for his belt.
"Daphne...," he starts, but she stops his protest with her fingers on his lips.
"Let me do this, please. I want to, a lot. I've never been so eager to perform this on a man, because no man has ever won my whole self the way you have," she assures in complete honesty. "This is not just an act of lust. It's, above all, an act of love."
Niles caresses her cheek, with his eyes shining in deep emotion. "I love you, Daphne."
Her heart jumps in joy at the words. She's had already read them countless times in his eyes, in his actions, in his words, and hearing them just confirms what she already knew, but they melt her insides all the same. "I love you too, Niles."
He leans forward to kiss her, and she responds hungrily. Her hands reach again for his belt buckle, and this time he doesn't stop her. She then unbuttons and unzips the fly of his slacks and pushes them down along with his boxers. His rock-hard masculinity springs in all its glory, and she doesn't waste time.
He tastes like the purest male essence and feral want, and she enjoys every inch, learning by touch his exact shape and length, his texture, his flavor, his hardness and softness. Daphne revels in his unrestrained moans, in his wild eyes fixed on her, in his hands stroking her hair in a frenzy of passion, feeling for her movements, encouraging her with hot, dirty and tender words. At some point she senses that he's near the edge and she stops, quickly straddling him and simply pushing her underwear aside (she wears a skirt and stockings and she doesn't have to remove any pieces of clothing to be able to perform their coupling). She guides him to her insides and they moan at unison when they are fully joined. She rocks against him and he grasps her hips, reaching her mouth with his and gluing his lips and tongue to hers. They swallow each other's moans and sighs while they move together, progressively faster, caressing and fondling flesh over the fabric of their clothes. The whole car sways with their frantic pace and they're completely oblivious to the world around them, thoroughly devoted to pursuing their shared pleasure, until they fly over the precipice, her some instants earlier and him following behind, in an explosion of stars that blind them for a while. Fortunately the parking lot is, as they predicted, deserted, and no one has heard their cries of release.
She collapses onto him and they pant and laugh in the merriment of the afterglow, sharing tender kisses and words of love. When they've recovered enough from the exertion, both fix their clothes and disheveled appearance the best they can in the reduced space, and afterwards Daphne drives back regretfully to the Elliot Bay Towers, listening and singing with Niles a well-known love song that is playing on the radio, not letting go of his hand even when she has to handle the gear lever.