#tigtrager

“Ow! Ow! Are you trying to rip my arm off?!” Tig complained, yanking his arm away from you. 

“What do you mean ow?! I’m just checking your blood pressure! Its literally air, you big baby” you teased ripping the blood pressure cuff from your boyfriends arm. 

“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” He questioned as he tentatively rubbed his arm like a dog licking its wounds. 

“Because you are my boyfriend and you love me and you always say you’ll do anything for me” you said matter of factly, grabbing several small packets from your backpack “and you know I will be a fantastic nurse, I just need a little more practice. Now roll up your sleeves” you teased as you started to unwrap the cannula from its packet. 

“What do you..what the fuck is that…oh hell no, no. Absolutely not, doll!” He said standing up so fast from the table he knocked his chair to the floor. 

“Alexander Trager, my big scary biker, who has been shot more times than I can count, are you really scared of needles?”

“Hey, hey, hey! It is natural human survival skill to be scared of being stabbed!”

“…so dolls and needles? My big scary biker” you quipped taking a cheeky step towards Tig, who was hiding on the opposite side of the living room. 

“What are you, no stop that isn't funny, doll, no!” He squealed as you started to chase him. 

Eventually you had him cornered, and teasingly waved the needle close to him when he grabbed you, his calloused hands wrapped around your wrists. The startle causing the needle to drop to the floor. In one swift movement you found yourself pressed flush against the wall, your boyfriend pushing himself against you, leaning down so his lips were brushing against your ear. 

“Now that wasn’t very nice.” The tone of his voice sent chills down your spine, you felt your breath catch in your throat. 

Picking you up he threw you over his shoulder and began marching down the hallway towards your bedroom. 

“What are you doing?!” You squealed as he threw you down on the bed and kicked the door shut.

“Well naughty nurses need to be punished, don’t they?” He said with a devilish smirk, a smirk you knew so very well.