Ianto Jones was bent over the stove in his kitchen. He was becoming increasingly more frustrated as the minutes passed. Jack Harkness pressed up against his back and kissed his neck. Ianto groaned out his frustration.
"You know," Jack whispered lasciviously into his ear. "A watched pot never boils."
"This pot isn't having any trouble boiling." Ianto grunted in reply.
"No?" Jack asked, flirtatiously. "What's got you all hot and bothered, then?"
Ianto took a deep breath, calming himself down and turned into Jack's comforting embrace, kissing him softly on the lips.
"It's that damned egg," he explained. "It just won't poach."