Wanda gave a contended moan, putting her arms around him possessively and lightly arching her back to press up against him. He looked damn fine as far as she was concerned, inasmuch as she could admit it. He felt just as good, though. Besides, what did it matter that he was a man, solid and strong and different in so many little ways that, while kind of great, were proving difficult to get used to? It was just intimate human contact, simple and universal and something she'd missed far more than she ever realized. Slowly slipping a leg between his, she brought her thigh up to exert a bit of subtle pressure, light but deliberate.