"No."

Wanda presses the pillow down harder over her head, grateful that she has her back to him. If she had rolled off of him and onto her side and faced him, she knows she'd have had a harder time hiding the fact that she was smiling and scrunching up her nose. Her nose scrunch is her telltale sign that she's at least enjoying herself, even if this is very, very new.

She shifts, but not to try and push his hand away. She doesn't mind him stroking her hip.

"Shh."