A/N Smut lite. Inspired by talk of kettles and stills of CMcL from The Wrong Girl.

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Fire Down Below

Lucien froze for a fraction of a second, toothbrush in mid-stroke, Jean's scream just audible over the sound of water running in the sink. Heedless of his half-dressed state, he bolted down the stairs and into the kitchen, where the ancient electric kettle was engulfed in flames. Without hesitation, Lucien grabbed the first thing he could, beating out the fire with his bath towel, still damp from his recent shower. Within moments the fire was extinguished, and Lucien stood back, feeling rather pleased with himself. He had saved his lady fair and his home, and he hadn't even had breakfast.

He turned to Jean. "Well, I think that should take care of things."

Jean's eyes snapped back up to his face. "Bloody hell! I should think so."