Martin goes willingly into the kiss, his eyes drifting closed, and how could he not, when her fingers are skidding through his hair? He can smell-taste the faint cling of smoke from her cigarettes, but it's faint, and what he mostly tastes is just Kaidy.

He finds that his hands are in rather the wrong place, and without him really thinking about it his left resettles itself to her waist, while his right skids across from where it was just brushing the line of her hair, to the curve of her shoulder.

Without any especial input from his brain, his right thumb starts to stroke circles against her skin, bumping over the fabric of her top without really noticing the change in texture.