Martin's smile widens for a moment before he relaxes into the kiss, returning it with as much tenderness as he can manage, his fingers still lingering lightly on John's cheek.

"I do," he says as they draw apart, his eyes flitting attentively over John's face. John's waking up now, which was the goal, but of course now the idea of actually getting up seems less important. Perhaps just a bit longer, lying here together, safe and warm and relaxed.

His eyes drift inevitably back down to John's lips and he leans in to kiss him again, soft and slow.