It had been four weeks since the doctor had cleared Niles for physical relations. Figuring in the three weeks of his recovery, it was almost two months since we'd last been intimate. We felt shy and uncertain at first, but I let my desires guide me and straddled Niles, pulling him into just the right position. We started slowly, simply enjoying the closeness of each other's bodies and the electricity skin against skin.

Soon, however, our natural instincts took over and I adjusted myself against Niles, looking deep into his eyes. Even in the light of the flickering candles and one lamp turned low, I could see the hunger in his gaze. A familiar but always welcome thrill coursed through me and I closed the gap between us. In mere seconds we became one, gasping in pleasure at the sensations. The music was a perfect backdrop; we moved in perfect rhythm with every note.

"Daphne…" Niles choked, his voice thick with desire.

"Shh. Don't talk. Just feel," I managed to say, nearly dizzy from what I was feeling.

Time seemed to stand still as I pleasured and caressed Niles, exploring his body as if we'd never been together like this before. His enthusiastic responses made me giddy; my own satisfaction was increased by knowing that I was making him happy in every way.

"Now it's my turn," Niles murmured some time later, lifting his head to mine for a gentle kiss.

"Your turn?" I repeated stupidly, too taken over by pleasure to see the obvious.

"To show you how much I love you," he said, pulling out, rolling me over until I was on my back.


Niles' slender hands traveled over my body. He knew exactly where I liked best to be touched; his touched lingered on my shoulders, my breasts, and that certain sweet spot on my side that always left me trembling in ecstasy. From there his hand travelled to the most intimate part of my body, with the care and tenderness he always gave, and I felt every nerve in my body was on fire. Our lovemaking went on, becoming almost daring.

Niles was the first to reach that pinnacle of pleasure, and it took only one final, hungry kiss for me to follow. His tongue teased mine; I had forgotten how sensual his kisses were.

We fell against the sheets again, panting as if we'd just run a marathon, steadying our breathing.

"That was amazing," Niles said when he found his voice.

"You were amazing," I whispered, brushing my lips against his. "I missed this. I missed you."

"I know, my love," he answered. "I'm so sorry I let my fears interfere with your needs. My needs, also, to be frank."

"That doesn't matter now," I reassured him. "As long as you're with me again."

A mischievous grin took over Niles' features.

"What are you thinking, Niles Crane?"

"Well, Nurse Naughty, am I in good condition again?"

The suggestive question made me giggle.

"You're even better than you were before. You passed your 'physical' with flying colors," I winked.

Niles smiled and kissed me tenderly.

Sated and content (for the moment, anyway), we lay looking into each other's eyes. I was compelled to trace the healed scar on his chest with my fingers, eliciting a smile from him—the soft, reassuring smile he'd given me just before he was wheeled away for his operation and my painful vigil began.

The emotions of those hours suddenly came rushing back and I burst into tears.

Niles immediately drew me into his arms.

"My love, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly. "Did I hurt you when we were—,"

"No. You were wonderful," I interrupted tearfully, knowing what he was about to ask. "I was thinking of how terrified I was during your surgery. I could have lost you, and if I had…"

I broke down and Niles fell silent, as if sensing that words were not what I needed right now. He pulled me close, cradling my body against his as I wept. With his free hand he gently stroked my hair.

"I'm so sorry," I said weakly after my tears subsided. "Getting emotional even though you pulled through."

"Don't be sorry," Niles reassured me. "These things aren't always easy to get over. I was scared, too, Daphne—scared that I'd never see you again. But I'm still here. I'm still yours."

"And I'm yours," I echoed.

Niles suddenly gave me a sly smile. I looked at him curiously, wondering at his change in demeanor.

"You know, we have a lot of time to make up for," Niles said in a sexy tone that dissipated the somber mood that had fallen on us.

My hunger for him returned tenfold as I realized what he meant.

"Oh, yes. I believe you 'owe' me what I've been missing these past few weeks," I played along.

"Then we'd better get started."

Niles pulled me into his arms again and we started our lovemaking anew. Our passion lasted long into the night, fueled by our love, desire, and gratitude that we were still together. When Niles and I were finally exhausted, we drifted into blissful slumber, bodies—and hearts—entwined.

The End

A/N: This will probably be my last 'Frasier' fic for a while, as I seem to be going a bit overboard. It's just that I have so many ideas and before I know it I'm starting a new one!