Supergirl Imagines

Supercorp | Touch Aversion

Lena's P.O.V.

Touch aversion is a huge part of my life. I've had it since I was young, maybe 7 or 8. For a while, I thought there was something wrong with me and that I was crazy. It never occurred to me that what I was feeling was normal for some people. To this day, I don't like to talk about it and try not to unless it's inevitable.

For me, I can usually initiate the touch. Sometimes, even if I initiate it, I still get uncomfortable. Also, if the touch is short and isn't for more than about 5 seconds, I'm pretty okay. Unless I'm having a bad day. When this happens, if somebody touches me, I feel extreme discomfort and even hours after they've stopped touching me, it feels like their hands are still on me. There's been days where I've broken down sobbing in the shower because I can't scrub off their handprints.

I know Kara has noticed something is up. She's always very gentle when touching me and it's not just because she's gentle in general. No, she's noticed. She always makes sure to check, not ask but kind of assesses me, to see if it's okay for me to be touched. On days when I'm especially bad, she never touches me. Ever. And I'm grateful for it, but we still need to talk. I've already asked her to meet me at my apartment so she should be here in 3... 2... 1...

"Lena! What's wrong? Are you okay? What do you need to talk to me about?" She asks worriedly, flying through my window without hesitation.

"Kara, I'm fine. Everything's fine, I swear," I say calmingly, pulling her into a quick hug. "Let's sit down."

"Okay?" Kara says, more like asks, suspiciously and follows me to the couch. I sit down criss-cross on the couch, facing my body towards Kara. I gently take her hands in mine and she hesitates for a split second before relaxing her body and holding my hands back.

"That's what this is about," I explain, pointedly looking at our hands. Kara gives me a confused look, so I continue, "I'm touch averse."

"Huh?" Kara looks at me with the most confused look I've ever seen.

"Well, it's kind of hard to explaining. But basically, for me anyways, I can be uncomfortable with people touching me, especially bare skin," I pause as Kara instinctively pulls her hands away from me. I shake my head with a small smile and grab her hands back, "My sensitivity to touch depends on the day. Some days it's good, some days it's bad. Usually, I'm okay with anything short, not bare skin on bare skin, or touch I initiate. I know you've already noticed and you've been super understanding about it, even if you didn't know what I was going through so, thank you." I take a deep breath, looking at Kara nervously and hoping she won't be upset or angry.

"So..." she draws out the word slowly, "Sometimes you're okay with touch and sometimes you aren't and it depends on the conditions, right?"

"Exactly." I nod my head, looking at Kara expectantly.

"Okay." Kara shrugs, clearly relieved, and goes back to being bubbly and happy.

"That's it?"

"Well... I mean, you still want to date, right?" I nod at her question and she goes on, "and you're okay with everything we've been doing so far?" I nod again. "Than we'll just have to continue to talk as our relationship progresses and you'll need to let me know if something is wrong or you're uncomfortable, okay?"

"Okay, but you're not upset? Or angry?"

"Lena! Of course not. I love you and I love what we have. This is not going to change how I feel about you and it most definitely does not upset or anger me. I'm completely fine with this and continuing like we were as long as you are comfortable, okay? I promise." Kara looks deeply into my eyes and I feel myself tear up. I pull Kara into a close and grateful hug before pulling away, trying to blink away my tears.

"You're the best," I say with a huge grin, leaning in to kiss her and I'm completely comfortable with how she responds, kissing me softly and holding on to my hands.

A/N: Please tell me if I wrote this wrong or had inaccurate information. I'm really sorry if I did.