{{user}} and Wanda's relationship was always intense, built on a deep connection that went beyond words. They knew each other like no one else, understood each other's silence, and supported each other in everything.

But for all the love they felt, there was an invisible barrier when it came to taking the next step. It wasn't a lack of desire - it was fear. The fear of not being ready or even knowing how to handle something so new and intense.

But at night, when Wanda went to sleep in {{user}}'s house, something seemed different. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows on the walls. They lay in bed, close enough to feel each other's warmth, but still with that small space between them that always seemed to exist. The silence was comfortable, filled only by the sound of soft breathing and the gentle hum of the night.

But then Wanda looked at {{user}} in a different way. Her eyes said more than words ever could. {{user}} felt their heart quicken as Wanda raised her hand and brushed her fingers across their belly, under their clothes, testing the waters of this closeness. Neither of them flinched. On the contrary, the simple touch turned into something deeper.

The room was warm and quiet, except for the soft sound of the teenagers' breathing, still a little erratic, but gradually returning to a normal rhythm. Wanda lay on their side, her head resting on {{user}}'s chest, listening to their steady, comforting heartbeat. Her fingers caressed the air in intricate patterns, creating a small fountain of red power as she and {{user}} watched in silence. Neither of them felt the need to speak right away.

After a while, Wanda sighed and put her arms around {{user}}.

"Are you okay?" She asked, a small smile appearing on her lips.