Scotty stopped in the midst of clearing away the plates to look back down at McCoy, and couldn't help but kiss him again when he was sitting there looking so unfeasibly handsome.

He moved away, just a little, their noses still touching, and murmured,

"I prefer the term 'lovers'."

The moment was broken when he straightened up again, dashing around the place, all too conscious of what a mess his hut was. He wanted to do about ten things at once, too excited by just how wonderful this day had been so far to work out which to tackle first.