"Bail" Tig Trager x Reader (GIF isn't mine) . . . "Doll... Listen I, uh, I got a situation I need your help with..." Tig struggled on the other end of the line as you listened to him talk. Tig had been in Oregon with Gemma who was on the lam for a murder she didn't commit, and hearing his voice, the way he was struggling to admit he needed help, you immediately thought something happened to her. "What happened babe is everything ok with Gemma?" you asked worriedly, praying she was okay. "What? Yeah she's fine, it's just," Tig let out a deep sigh, "I'm calling you from the Klamath County jail babe. I sorta got into a, uh, bar brawl...." he trailed off and you huffed, he had sworn to stay out of trouble and you knew that had to be why he was calling you instead of Clay. "So you need me to come bail you because Gemma can't," you guessed, a sly smile stretching across your face at the thought of meeting back up with him after two weeks apart, you really missed your old man. "What are you gonna give me for keeping you out of the dog house?" you asked, your smile leaking into your voice as you spoke. "Thank you," you told the jailer who released your boyfriend to you as he walked to your side. You turned to him and he gave you a solemn nod and a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks, doll," his voice was barely a whisper because he knew he had fucked up. You didn't even have to say anything as you walked out of the court house doors, he followed you to you car, climbing in the passenger side and reaching his hand across to yours, holding it as you drove one-handed back to Gemma's dad's house. Tig walked up the path to Nate's front door with you close behind, knocking and waiting for someone to answer. It was Gemma of course, looking out at Tig before pulling open the door to look at him, "Where have you been? You look like hell," she spoke before you spoke up from behind him, "Mr. Trager here can't keep his fists to himself," you spouted, causing Gemma to look over Tig's shoulders with surprise, "Hey Gem," you smiled to her and nudged Tig into the house so you could greet your stand-in mother, "Hey baby, it's good to see you," she cooed, wrapping you in a hug. "It's good to see you too mom, I'd love to sit and shoot the breeze but I have some ball busting to do," you winked at her and began to walk up the stairs to find where Tig had disappeared to. Tig was sitting on the bed in one of the bedrooms down the hall, one arm stretched across his chest as he massaged his opposite shoulder, his eyes closed as he winced. Suddenly the urge to chew him out was overtaking by your need to take care of him. Disappointed in yourself for being unable to stay mad at him, you clicked your tongue as you watched, causing him to open his eyes and look at you. His grimace was still there as you walked over to him. He allowed your hands to replace his as you worked the muscles in his neck and shoulders below your fingers. A sharp intake of air by Tig stalled you and you looked down at him, "You okay baby?" you asked, concerned. "I'm fine," he said, taking one of your hands in his as he stood up and turned to face you, his thumb brushing over the skin of your hand as his intoxicating blue eyes searched yours. Soon a smile was wide across his face and you couldn't help but smile back at him as he brushed his fingers through your hair. "What is it Tiggy?" you asked shyly, his penetrating stare making you blush. "I was just thinking how lucky it is that I got myself locked up..." he trailed off and you snorted amusedly, which made him chuckle. "I'm serious, doll," he argued lightly, cupping your cheek, "If I hadn't gotten in trouble, I wouldn't be able to do this," he grinned devilishly as he smashed his lips into yours, and leaned into you, causing you to fall back onto the bed with a squeal. "Tig!" you exclaimed and wiggled as he laid on top of you, his lips now attached to your neck as he ground his hips into you. You let out a sigh, knowing that resisting him was hopeless, you had missed him just as much as he missed you. You wrapped your fingers in his curly black hair and pulled his head up to look at you as you smirked and captured his lips with your own, secretly wondering if he got locked up on purpose to lure you out to him. It sounded like such a 'Tig' thing to do after all.