She exhales sharply at the sensation of those rough hands over her ribs. The anticipation has her stomach doing little flips as she adjusts to the new position. Her feet come to lock loosely against his lower back, arms draped over his shoulders as her hands go to play with hair that isn't there anymore. She really ought to kill off those little Nazi foot soldiers just for that.

Frank effectively stops her from slipping into a revenge fantasy with that kiss. Maybe that rumble affects her more than she'd like. It makes her wrestle with the thought that she wanted to be thought of. What a dangerous and sentimental thing.

"Like this?" She breaks away long enough to ask. It's partly to give him a hard time, but the rest needs to know as they do this.