TuckerXreader

Chapter 7

Today was the day.

Tucker's dreams were finally about to come true. A pretty girl and him alone in a small room could only be a recipe for a romantic rendezvous. Well actually, Tucker had no idea what Y/N looked like yet, but he assumed she was super pretty. On top of that, what lady doesn't love a man in uniform? Especially a soldier like him. There was no way she could resist his manly charm. Driven by excitement, Tucker swiftly made his way to the medic bay. He took a deep breath, double checked the smell of his breath, and knocked.

"Come in." Y/N's voice called.

Tucker's heart skipped a beat as he opened the door. Y/N was in her civilian clothes and had her back to him as she was writing something down on a clipboard. Tucker had seen this situation a million times before in his "special movies". He knew what to do. He began taking his clothes off excitedly. He was down to his boxers with his pants around his ankles when Y/N turned around.

"Sorry about that Tuck - what the fuck?" She used the clipboard to cover her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"What? This is how all my other physical examinations with Doc went." Tucker explained, genuinely confused. Embarrassment etched its way inside him and he pulled up his pants.

"I have no idea what your last medic was practising, but you don't need to be naked for this physical exam." Y/N said, a hint of humour in her voice like this was amusing. "Unless of course you think there is something wrong with your penis?"

Tucker could feel his blood rush to his cheeks. God, he hadn't felt embarrassment of this magnitude in so long. "No! It's fine, there's nothing wrong with it." A thought crossed his mind. "Actually, you know, if you wanna double check I wouldn't mind." He even added a wink for good measure.

"I'll take your word for it, Private Tucker. I just need to take some measurements." She said professionally. Damn, she completely blew him off.

"A-are you sure?" Tucker asked as Y/N produced a measuring tape.

"I'm sure. Arms outstretched please." She said without batting an eyelid. He complied.

But Tucker would not be disheartened. "So, uh, Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, her face wasn't far from his at this point. She pulled the tape from his hand to his shoulder, then across his armspan. She made some notes on her clipboard.

"I do not. Stand up please." Y/N said without offering further explanation. Tucker did as he was told.

"That's crazy, a pretty girl like you should have guys falling all over you." He replied. Y/N measured from the base of his foot to the top of his leg. Tucker suddenly became very aware of her head positioned close to his crotch. Y/N stood back up again and wrote the new data onto her clipboard. Tucker coughed awkwardly. "So how'd you end up being a medic way out here?"

He noticed her tense slightly. "I just go where command sends me, same as you." She seemed to force a smile and gestured to a height measurement chart. "If you don't mind."

Tucker walked over to it and let her take his measurement. "I mean, why did you become a medic?"

She wrote on her clipboard, a little aggressively. "I wasn't good enough to be a doctor so now I'm a glorified first aid officer." Y/N looked up. "Happy?"

"Yeah, I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't realise it was a touchy subject." Tucker explained apologetically. "Sorry."

Y/N blinked as if she was surprised he'd not meant it in a degrading way. Tucker noticed how beautiful her eyes were. "Oh ok." She said softly before looking down like she was in deep thought. She paused for a moment before clearing her throat. "You're done for today. I'll uh... I'll let you know if I need anything else."