There'd be a faint but perceptible shiver triggered by the path Francine's fingers were taking, if Francine was paying attention.

And there was warm skin beneath fingers -- she'd missed having those -- and a look in Katchoo's eyes that said she might just be hoping she could fill in the rest of that sentence with something that didn't in any way, shape or form mean stop. It also had something like a question about that shirt her hands were well beneath now.

Namely, do we really need this? Do we?