Ian grinned, kissing Martin's ear lobe now and sliding his arms down from around the man's shoulders to around his waist.

"Ooh~ I wonder what kind of food you'll make me tonight..." Ian whispered, moving Martin's hips from side to side, trying to get him to waltz with him around the kitchen. Often a shy and quiet stutter, Ian felt so comfortable around the other man that even his speech impediment didn't act out.