It's Been A While [Tig Trager x Reader]

You were getting some of Tig’s clothes and laying them on the bed while he got some other things to put in his travel bag. He was going up north on club business. “Do you really have to go on this run?” you asked innocently, “I mean, the rest of the guys can deal with it..”

He turned around and smiled, “Yeah, doll. I gotta go on the run. If I don't go, I’ll be in deep shit. This is important for the club.”

You looked down, and he walked over to you and locked his hands around your waist, “Trust me, (Y/N). I would want nothing more than to just stay here with you and the kids.”

Even though he always reassures you of how much he loves you, how he only wants to be with you and no one else, you still feared he could be tempted by some croweater, desperate to have a taste of Tig. The “what happens on a run, stays on a run” rule was mainly the root of your worrying.

Tig zipped up his bag and left to say bye to the kids. You left a little bit after him and walked to the door. He came down the hallway and you stood in front of him, and when he saw you he just grinned.

“Jesus Christ, you are too fucking beautiful.” he smiled. You smiled even bigger and you walked to hug him.

He pulled you into him tightly and you took a deep breath in, smelling that intoxicating combination of his cologne, his leather, whiskey and cigarette smoke. “You’re taking in a big breath there, doll.” he chuckled.

“My God, how does whiskey and cigarette smoke, added to leather and your cologne, smell so goddamn good?” you asked, your voice muffled against his leather.

Tig rubbed his hands up and down your back, and he smelled your hair. He moaned, “I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.”

You pulled away, “I love you, Alexander Trager.” He smiled down at you, he brushed your hair back, “I love you more, (Y/N) Trager.”

He kissed you deeply and hugged you again, “I gotta go, doll.”

You walked out with him to his bike. He tied his bag onto it and got on. You kissed him again, “You come back to me unharmed.”

“Wouldn't have it any other way.” he replied. You stepped back and he started his bike. The rumble of it coursing through your body, making shivers go down your spine.

He pulled out and drove off, waving at you as you waved back at him.