Theirs was a love Martin was sure could be envied by even the happiest of couple. They acted differently, perhaps, but even the dullest of personality could sense their mutual adoration. He didn't mind slipping out of the kitchen, but as soon as he and Ian were iin their bedroom he lost track of time. He would have spent hours with the man, had the mix of fire alarm and surprise not sprung him from the room with a shocked, "Oh damn it...!"

The water had evaporated entirely, and by the time he had cool water running over the pot and the window open, the bottom had scorched. "Well, I did say it was a bad idea to multitask." Martin rolled his eyes to Ian. "Next time maybe we should stay in the kitchen, and we won't keep losing cookware." He chuckled, shutting the water off as the fire alarm beeped to silence.