Snorting his amusement at the suggestion, Rumlow is a little relieved when she decides against it. He already knows he's carrying all this shit, and he doesn't really need a 'metric fuckton' of ice cream rubbing against his leg as they walk home in the snow. His pants aren't that thick. Besides, he doesn't want to have to resist the temptation.

At her request, Rumlow blinks down at her. It takes him about a second, and then he's giving her an equally expectant look. A kiss, hunh? Well. They are married.

Rumlow leans down, hand coming up to cup her chin, tilting her face towards his. He kisses her, and it's chaste -- except for that little slip of tongue at the very end before Rumlow pulls back. He's got that devilish look on his face, smirking as he starts to push the cart towards the cashiers. She's welcome to ask for more. Just when they're not in the middle of a grocery store. They'd probably get kicked out if he lifted her onto these shelves.

He arrives at the register and begins to unload the items, glancing back to Kenzi.