HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, MILET.

[longlivesealand]

WHO: Mr. and Mrs. Kirkland
WHEN: Tuesday evening, August 10th.
WHERE: Raivis' flat.
WHAT: It's been a hell of a year... In celebration of their first anniversary, Peter decides to cook dinner for Raivis. Oh, did we forget that Peter is actually English?

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[man_nav_naudas]

There was a bevy of things cycling through Raivis's mind as he observed Peter frantically dial and redial numbers on the apartment's land line.

Exhibit A: Fire alarm. Why hadn't its annoying, piercing wail urged him up the stairs and down the hall? Why hadn't it gone off? How much would it take to have Centralia's resident repairman fix it? A pressing concern.

Exhibit B: Smoke still filtering out from the kitchen. That- He wasn't going to think on that one too hard. A far more pressing, far less enticing concern.

Exhibit C: The hastily dug out Yellowpages flipped open to various pizza places that offered delivery.

He snapped his cellphone shut after a last text reply to his cousin- arrived earlier than expected and via Liberty's usual way of things, living in the same damn building one floor above- so that he could cautiously tip-toe close to Peter and gently coax the hand clutching the phone to let it go. Laugh lightly into tussled hair.

"Labvakar, Milet. Vai es varu jums palīdzēt?(('Good evening, dear/love/sweetheart. Can I

[longlivesealand]

Peter leaped out of his skin when he felt familiar hand coaxing the receiver out of his hand. He grinned, nervous as a rabbit, and hunched his shoulders. His spirit, however, was unbeatable, and as per usual, he began to spiel out a long string of words.

"You are home early, you know~! I-I'm not ready with fixing dinner yet...! Hahah~ Just a few more minutes, milet. A few more, then it'll be done, you know!"

He ushered Raivis to take a seat on the couch. Pulling the Latvian down with him, Peter wrapped him in his embrace and planted his chin on Raivis' shoulder. Fingers danced over smooth Latvian hands, unscathed, so unlike his own. A gentle kiss to the cheek as smoke continued to flutter out of the kitchen alcove.

[man_nav_naudas]

"Ah," Instinctively, Raivis pressed their palms together, fingers intertwining even as he glanced toward the sputtering sigh of air pollution. "Peter..."

Fiddling while Rome was burning down maybe, but he couldn't help thumbing at the callouses brushing against his skin. "M-maybe you should um... check on... w-whatever it is you're-?"

Cooking. Or had attempted to cook. Creating a romantic meal had been Raivis's original intent at the start of the day, but apparently Peter had- shockingly- beaten him to it. The fact that the normally culinary impaired Kirkland would adhere to such an endeavor-

Raivis returned the peck to his cheek as a solid connection of lips against lips before, smiling, he lightly shoved Peter to his feet. "I'll wait here." Which meant roughly, 'in the living room where I can put your favorite Electronica on the radio and light some candles while I figure out how to set up my own surprise.'

[longlivesealand]

Peter licked his lips after the kiss. A grin naturally garnished his childish face as his fingers caressed the back of Raivis’ hand. The smell of smoke filling the apartment did not seem to faze him. Not even a screen of grayness shrouding the ceiling could pry Peter away from his husband. It was thanked to Raivis’ persistent shoving that Peter found himself on his feet, treading with a pout toward the kitchen