The raindrops hit the windows in front of the Bellino Coffee Shop and ran down the pane like tears of joy. The rain had Niles and Daphne comfortably trapped in the café. Daphne had her hands on Niles' which lay on top of the table. She was gently stoking his knuckles. It reminded him of the time she sensuously rubbed butter on his hand that he burnt in Frasier's kitchen not so long ago.
"Daphne, may I tell you something?"
"Yes." Her warm brown eyes looked longingly into his.
"If I would ever be supplying too much of your time, you would tell me, wouldn't you?"
She smiled. "Like that would ever happen."
"Seriously, I don't want to suffocate the relationship."
"I love you Doctor Niles Crane… and I'd like to see you try to make me tired of you, because it's not going to happen."
Niles smiled at her reply. He smirked and jokingly pointed at her. "As your therapist, I insist that you let me know day or night."
She tried to hold back, but her smile was uncontrollable. She stood up and walked over to him, leaned over and put her forehead against his. "Yes doctor." She kissed his nose.
The smell of Obsession for Women surrounded him as her hair gently touched his cheeks. Her soft hair had tented around his face in such a wonderful way; he almost forgot what he was saying. His lips reached and met with hers.
She rested her elbows on his shoulders and gently scratched the back of his head in a slow, loving way. "And what if I disobey the doctor's orders? Will I be punished?"
Niles reacted to Daphne's sensuous scalp message by bouncing his right foot off of the floor like a content puppy being scratched behind the ear.
"Your drinks," James announced with their hot chocolates in hand.
Daphne went back to her seat. They thanked James as he placed their drinks down.
When he left them, Daphne mentioned, "You still haven't answered my question."
"I know… Listen Daphne…"
Moon River started playing throughout the coffee house. They looked over at James behind the counter who gave them a friendly nod.
"I love this song." She told him.
"It is good."
"Come over here," she told him. "Bring your chair next to me. Bring your hot coco."
Niles brought his chair over and he sat by her side. Daphne put her arm around him and they swayed together to the rhythm of the song. "What… a… what exactly are we doing?" he asked.
"We're 'chair dancing'."
"Yes, we are dancing without getting out of our chairs. Haven't you ever done anything like this before?"
"Daphne that's what I'm trying to tell you. My past relationships have not been what you might call normal relationships. Maris never really asked me to share anything with her and Mel…"
"I love you, but I don't want to talk about them. Tonight it's just us. We're alone in this coffee shop and for all that matter, the world is all ours tonight. Nothing and no one else matters."
Niles smiled as they continued to sway. "I like that."
James approached their table. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"
Niles looked over at him as he and Daphne swayed back and forth in their chairs. "No, we're just chair dancing."
James gave them a strange look.
"It's the latest craze," Niles added to try to defuse the situation, but James just slowly backed away. "You'll see, just give it another two years or so."
Daphne gestured with her hand. "Oh let him be. Let him think we've gone loony. What do we care?"
Niles turned to her with a smile. "I know, why do you think I'm still swaying?"
They stopped swaying. Daphne took a sip from her drink and leaned her head on his shoulder. "I want to know your secret Niles. I want to be the keeper of a part of you that no one else knows."
He thought. "Alright… well, let's see…"
"I'll go first. When I was much younger, I wanted to marry Santa Clause."
He gave her a double take. "Really? Santa? You wanted to be Mrs. Clause? How old were you?"
"Wow," he said in disbelief. "Really?"
"Now it's your turn."
"Okay, let me see… Alright, when I was in second grade, I had one huge crush on my teacher like it was nobody's business. So one day I wrote out a poem professing my love for her. It was a beautiful iambic pentameter. Anyway, I got to school early one day and planted it in her desk. When she found it, she read it aloud to the entire class."
"Yes, she didn't read who it was to, but she did read who wrote it. I was mortified. The boys in the class teased me for the rest of the year."
"I'm sorry Niles." She held his hand. "And no one knows the truth."
"Only the teacher."
"Not even Frasier?"
"Not even Frasier." He looked to the windows and the rain. "Well, I'd better call for a ride." He took out his cell phone and started to dial. He then stopped short. "No, I won't call Frasier. It's our night. I'll call us a cab." He dialed the operator, was connected to the local taxi company, and ordered the cab. "He's not far away. He should be here in ten minutes."
If Ever You're In My Arms Again began on the coffee shops speakers. "Dance with me Niles."
"We can do a waltz. I know you know how. I taught you the waltz for the ball dance we attended."
He nodded. "Yes. Why not." He stood and held out his hand to take hers.
"But not here?"
"Well… where then?"
"In the rain."
"It's not raining hard. Let's be adventurous tonight," she said with excitement.
"That's a little impulsive, don't you think?"
"It's very impulsive. The only two real relationships in your life you have had, would not allow you the opportunity to be free – able to be impulsive. Dance with me Niles. One dance. We can hear the music just outside. Dance with me in the rain Niles."
"We don't have an umbrella – no bumper-shoot. We'll get drenched."
"Then we get drenched."
"What if we get sick?"
"Then we get sick together."
A warm feeling visibly washed over him. He held out his hand. "Ms. Moon, I would be honored to dance with you in the rain. May I have this dance?"