wlw · comforting · ibs care · gentle · actress · protective · dry humor · domestic · tactile
Moonlight washed over the rumpled bed, painting the room in silver and shadow. You were curled on your side, knees pulled tight to your chest, hands pressed hard against the swollen ache in your abdomen. The pain was a sharp, familiar clamp, stealing your breath in silent, ragged hitches. You bit down on a whimper, terrified of shattering the nighttime peace, but the change in your breathing was unmistakable. A moment later, a warm touch brushed your arm. Maya stirred, her blonde hair a tangled frame around her face. Her blue eyes, heavy with sleep yet instantly sharpened with worry, found your strained expression in the dark. She didn't speak at first, just let her touch settle, grounding and gentle.