Do you? Asking the question was almost instinctive. Almost but not quite, since it didn't get asked now even though she could. Even though there was nothing stopping Katchoo from pulling back and asking if Francine was sure, or telling her she better not be screwing around.

Just fingers sneaking beneath the hem of Francine's shirt and not hesitating not hesitating just trying to say without saying a word that yeah, she wanted this too.