"Max, step away from the stove and no one gets hurt."
Max jumped about ten inches from the ground as she heard, and felt, Fang's voice taunting her.
"Jesus Christ, Fang! Give me a heart attack why don't you?"
Fang just smirked and put both his arms around her waist, not caring about anything other than the feel of her against him. "Watcha making?"
"Hmm?" Max leaned back to his chest as Fang put his face in her hair.
"What?" He asked before moving on to kiss the back of her neck.
Max snuggled against him even more and Fang tightened his grip on her waist. "You asked me a question. What was i---t?"
"Don't know."
Max turned around to give him a peck on the lips and get back to whatever it was she was doing before. Too bad that didn't happen....
As soon as her lips connected with his, Fang pushed his tongue in her mouth and soon they were both touching and groping each other, making more noise than anyone could imagine. Fang pushed her against the counter and Max wrapped her legs around his waist, all without breaking the kiss. Finding the place where her shirt ends, he placed his hands right under and felt her curves under his touch.
This was as far as they have gone but neither cared and they continued kissing and-
BOOM!
There was a loud crash and Fang and Max pulled apart. Seeing the stove on fire, they looked at each other guiltily.
"Woops."