𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟐

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡-𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 - 𝐍.𝐑

You were a person whose love language was physical touch. You loved hugs, kisses, cuddles, and so on. Natasha, on the other hand, hated it. After her trauma in the Red Room, it had made her resent physical touch.

The two of you were watching a movie. You wanted so badly to cuddle up to her but you also wanted to respect her wishes and let it take the time it did for her to let you be able to cuddle her.

Halfway through the movie, you felt your eyes droop and your head landed on her shoulder. It didn't take long until you were asleep.

Natasha froze at the contact. She glanced towards you and noticed your sleeping state. She wanted to move you away from her shoulder but she didn't want to accidentally wake you up. Slowly, she took deep breaths to calm herself and a few tears rolled down her face.

After a while, you stirred and noticed your head on Natasha's shoulder. Quickly, you sat back up and gave her an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry, Nat. I didn't realize."

Natasha turned to you and you noticed her tear stained cheeks. You reached out to wipe them away but quickly stopped yourself and looked at her. She gave you a nod of approval.

Slowly you placed your hand on her cheek. She flinched slightly and you moved your hand and looked at her with worry. Carefully, she leaned her cheek into your hand and looked into your eyes.

"I don't deserve you," Natasha whispered. You were about to object but she quickly cut you off. "I don't. You respect me and the fact that I don't like physical touch."

You only gave Natasha a reassuring smile and much to your surprise, she kissed your palm, holding the back of your hand with her own.

"I love you," Natasha mumbled.

"I love you, too, Nat," You whispered and caressed her cheek.

Natasha smiled softly. She was a bit hesitant but pulled you closer and cuddled up to you. She was a bit tense at first. After taking a few deep breaths she calmed down and let you caress her back gently.

"You're comfy," She mumbled and nuzzled into your neck. She was getting more comfortable with you and she was taking a big step with letting you touch her.

You giggled softly. She looked up at you with her green eyes and a smile on her face. She hesitated for a moment before pecking your lips.

How did your touch-trauma girlfriend go from hating physical touch to suddenly liking it? You didn't know, but you didn't complain or question it.