The word 'want' falls from her lips and into his head, and yes, there's a lot of that going about just at the moment.

He tries to keep up with the hard kisses that are almost bites to his lips, but can't help having to gasp for air, it's as overwhelming as it is fantastic.

Martin's too busy to think, which is probably a good thing.

He leans into a kiss, pressing hard and trails it from frantic scrambling to an easy caress of lips. He draws back, breathing heavily.

"Yes." He nods. "Um. Shower, yes. Right." He kisses her again quickly, a graze of lips, just to show himself he still can. "I-" He's not really great with words right now. Sentences are entirely beyond him.