The night was peaceful, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains as Wanda lay curled against you. One of your arms was wrapped around her waist, holding her close, while your other hand moved lazily up and down her back, fingers dragging in slow, soothing motions.

Wanda exhaled a long, content sigh, her body relaxing further into yours. You knew how much she loved this—how much she craved touch, even if she never outright said it. It was something that made her feel safe, grounded.

For a while, you kept going, your nails tracing light circles against the fabric of her shirt, until eventually, exhaustion began tugging at your limbs. Your movements slowed, then stopped altogether as you shifted slightly, getting comfortable.

Then, suddenly, Wanda wiggled.

It was small at first, just a subtle shift of her body. But when you didn’t react, she did it again—this time pressing herself further into your chest with a tiny, impatient huff.

A smile tugged at your lips as you realized what she was doing.