Description: While Bobby is in the hospital, Tig is tasked with keeping an eye on Bobby's niece who also happens to be Tig's secret crush.

I was sitting on the couch reading when the front door opened. I immediately tensed and closed the book in my hands.

"Just me," Tig yelled from the front door as he took his shoes off.

"How's my uncle?" I asked in response. My uncle Bobby had been shot earlier today and was currently in the hospital. I had gone to see him and arrived home about an hour ago.

"Asleep. He's going to make a full recovery. He's just on a lot of pain meds right now."

I nodded a bit as Tig walked in with a grocery bag and a 6 pack of beer.

"I thought we could relax and have a movie night," he said.

I laughed a bit at him. "Aren't you here on a protection detail?"

"Technically," he said. "But I'm also here as your best friend to comfort you because your uncle was shot today."

"Remind me to tell my actual best friend she was demoted," I said rolling my eyes at him.

"Finally."

"Not actually happening Tigger."

He pouted his bottom lip out slightly as he sat down on the couch next to me.

"C'mon, you know you love me," he said.

I shook my head at him, enjoying messing with him. He sighed and picked up the remote to the television.

"Oh no, you are not choosing the movie," I said. I moved quickly to try and steal the remote. I was not successful as his reflexes were quicker and he moved it out of my reach. I tried again to grab the remote, but failed and ended up falling into his lap.

He wrapped his arms around me to hold me in place as he started to flip through the channels.

"We are not watching a porno Alexander," I said sternly.

"We'll watch whatever I put on (Y/N)," he said. I gasped a little bit in a over dramatized response to him using my full name. "Don't call me Alexander."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms as he quit flipping the channels. "Really?" I asked as he put the remote down and some show about restoring motorcycles came on.

"Really. Now it's this or a porno," he said. I pouted slightly and tried to move out of his lap.

"You can stay right where you are," he said, grabbing the grocery bag. I sighed in defeat and let him continue to hold me on his lap. I was sitting basically beside him with my legs across his lap but it was close enough to being on his lap. He dug through the bag for a second before handing me my favorite candy bar.

"You remembered?"

"I remember everything about you," he said softly as he grabbed a bag of chips from the grocery bag and opened them. We sat in silence for a few minutes as he watched the show. While he was distracted though, I watched him.

His dark curls were just as wild as ever around his face, and his piercing blue eyes still seemed bright even in the dim lighting of our living room.

I've had a crush on Tig for almost as long as I've known him but over time I've settled for him being my best friend. I didn't want to risk this so I never made a move.

Tig's hand came to rest on my leg, causing me to look down at it. He was wearing multiple SOA rings on that hand and I couldn't help but let my mind wander to what his hand could do.

He said my nickname and brought me out of my dirty thoughts. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me.

"Where's your mind at baby?"

"Nowhere," I said. He shook his head like he didn't believe me and moved his hand slightly higher up my leg.

I smiled a little and he seemed to notice.

"I want you (Y/N)," he said. "Not just to sleep with you but to be with you. I've fallen for you. Hard. And I can't keep pretending I haven't."

I leaned over and kissed him, moving to deepen it as quickly as it started.

"I'm falling for you too Tigger."