Martin's pretty sure he's making some very odd noises. He thinks he can hear himself breathing oddly, and there's a hitching gasp that he knows is him when her lips meet his throat. Mostly though he's focused on listening to Kaidy, trying to store up all the half-words and things she's breathing out more than she is saying.

She calls him Red and he's convinced that she means his skin. He can feel the heat fizzing below the surface, and he's sure he's lobster-red all over, but he doesn't care. One hand strokes gently across the softness of her stomach, curves around the rise of her hip and settles, fingertips just skimming the place where he knows there are words inked into her. He rather hopes to get a chance to find out what they say.

He recognises the word shower, but then she scrapes a circle around his nipple and fuck that sparks inside him, static lightning jumping between two points, and he sucks in a shock of air and loses the thread of her voice. He bites down hard on any noise that threatens to squeak out of him, and also on his bottom lip. The noise still escapes, curling through his treacherous throat. His lip isn't so lucky. His fingers squeeze at her hip, grip clenching for a moment, nails scraping across skin.

He ducks his head and presses his forehead against her shoulder. He gathers himself for a second before he attempts to speak.

"Shower?" He asks, grasping hold of the last intelligible word left in his brain.