Rainbow Six X Reader

Incentive

(RELATIONSHIP: Thatcher X F!Reader

TAGS/WARNINGS:

-Fluff

-Teasing

-Cute

-Slightly Awkward

-Embarrassment

-Implied/Referenced Injury)

"Aren't you jammy?"

You looked up at the familiar voice, a small smile spreading across your lips as you caught sight of Thatcher standing in the medbay doorway.

"Luck had nothing to do with it," Doc spoke up from where he stood beside you, checking the dressing he'd administered to the wound in your shoulder. "A little further either direction and this could've been a lot worse." The frenchman added as he moved away towards the cupboards holding the medications.

Thatcher raised his eyebrows as he sidled over to you, poking at your arm. "Kinda botched," he murmured with a little grin, causing you to fight down a laugh as Doc turned to glare at the two of you. "Say that again and I'll put (y/n) on bedrest for a week."

You gave Doc an offended look, sticking out your lower lip in a pout. "Why am I the one getting punished for his lack of manners?" You questioned.

"Because nothing else gets to Mike. He could care less if I gave him more work to do." The frenchman responded while a sly smile spread across Thatcher's lips, the brit leaning in close to whisper into your ear. "Let 'im put you on bedrest. I'll make you feel better than ever."

You blushed darkly, pushing Thatcher's face away as you cleared your throat. "How long until I'm ready for duty again?" You asked Doc, trying to ignore Thatcher's smugness.

Returning to your side with a syringe, Doc fumbled a little with the IV drip to inject some morphine into it. You'd had some prior to waking up, but the medic knew that it wouldn't be long before you started to feel the pain again. "I'd say the better part of a month. Even after the wound heals you still have to take time before using it again."

"A month you say?" Thatcher questioned, giving you a teasing look. "I can think of a lot of things to do in a month."

"MIKE!" You shouted, attempting to throw a pillow at the brit, the projectile barely reaching him before it plopped onto the floor.

Doc snorted and motioned to the door. "Don't get her all riled up! Just get out so she can rest for a while!" He ordered, Thatcher just giving a shrug before moving to your side, leaning down to place a quick kiss to your lips.

"Cheeky bastard," you muttered, mustering the best glare you could in your current state as Thatcher obediently making his way over to the door.

"Get out of here soon, princess," the brit stated teasingly as he stood just within the door. "Can think of all sorts of things we can do with a month."

With a mock-salute, Thatcher was gone from sight, leaving you in awkward silence with Doc.

"Well that's something I could've gone without." Doc stated, smirking a little at the way you slid down in the bed, cheeks on fire as you pulled the blanket up over your head. "Perhaps it'll give you more incentive to get better," the Frenchman added.

You groaned. You were never gonna live that down.