His question makes her heart flutter anxiously, but while Wanda might dig her heels into the sheets slowly and softly to not draw his attention, she doesn't roll over or curl into herself. He's already seen so much of her—more than he has since they settled down here—that the idea of him touching her so intimately makes her skin feel aflame with nervousness and excitement.

Peering down at him, she parts her legs slightly—not enough to try and dislodge him from where he's perched at her hip, but enough so that he can see that her answer isn't her attempt to please him, but represents what she wants, too. And she knows she wants it despite her nervousness. "Yes," she says quietly.