Scarlet Widow One Shots

Naked Cuddles

Word count: 2700+

Tags: Fluff, slight angst but overall just soft cuteness, naked cuddling, slight praise kink, they missed each other, it's a little emotional, no smut, Natasha is a lesbian, Wanda is in lesbian with her

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Wanda nervously makes her way over to Natasha's room. Unsure she raises her hand to knock on the door and almost decides not to do it when she hears someone moving on the inside. She looks down on herself realizing she didn't even think about putting on real clothes before leaving her room.

The blue long sleeve that's way too big on her is covering the sleep shorts she's wearing, making it look like she's just wearing the shirt. A pair of fluffy sock cover her feet.

Wanda is almost certain one of them has a hole in the heel. She sighs, running a hand through her unwashed hair before pulling the sleeves over her hands.

Maybe she shouldn't have come over unannounced. What if Natasha needed another night to herself? Didn't want Wanda there?

She shakes her head, physically trying to get rid of the thought. This isn't the first time she decides to visit Natasha after bedtime.

She shouldn't be nervous, not at all. It's just that it's been a while since she had time to be alone with her. Her Natasha. Her hard headed, beautiful, compassionate Natty.

They had agreed to keep it between the two of them, not tell anyone. It's easier. And Wanda likes easy, so she knocks on the door quietly.

It's almost inaudible but Natasha hears it. She's at the door a little too quickly. Almost like she had been waiting on the other side for Wanda to get a grip and finally make a move.

She bites her lip when the redhead comes into view. The slightly shorter woman is wearing sweatpants and a black tank top. Her red hair is pulled together at the back of her head in a messy ponytail. There's a smile on her face as she leans against the door frame, arms crossed in front of her chest.

Wanda feels relief wash over her. She reciprocates the smile, awkwardly playing with the sleeves of her shirt while she ponders about what to say, how to act, but Natasha is quicker. „Hey, Pretty."

The words are warm and welcoming as they leave Natasha's lips. She doesn't say anything else, just turns around and walks back into her room leaving the door open, indicating for Wanda to follow. And she does.

She closes the door behind herself while Natasha lets herself plop back on the bed, scooting to one side to make room for the other woman before petting the spot next to her. Wanda still doesn't say anything - scared to ruin whatever they obviously still share.

She shuffles over to the bed and sits down on the spot that Natasha just petted. The only noise in the room is coming from the flat screen TV opposite Natasha's bed.

There's a hand reaching out to touch Wanda's wrist, finding the sleeve of her shirt and gently tugging it like Natasha doesn't really know what to say either. They both look at Natasha's hand, which is playing with the soft fabric of Wanda's top before tugging it back to reveal the younger woman's bare hand.

Both of them share a quick look, smiling at each other weakly, silently telling each other that this is okay. This is what they do. Wanda turns her hand so her palm is up, offering it to Natasha, who runs her fingertips gently over the palm of her hand before interlocking their fingers. Wanda's thumb strokes over the back of Natasha's hand. She missed this. Being close to Natasha. Feeling understood. Home.