Sleeping Beauty Gets Released

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The surgeon's optimism about Tir's recovery was proven to be warranted when Tir was released from the hospital exactly a week after he'd been admitted. Amidst a crowd of nurses who had gathered to say goodbye to their favorite patient, Peter happily wheeled his lover out to a waiting car that Moragainne had sent to pick them up and take them to her home. The generous offer to have Tir and Peter stay with her would have been impossible to refuse. Peter knew that Tir would feel more relaxed in the warmth of a real home rather than the hotel, and he would have more space for his temporary office. It was an ideal situation. Peter had made his phone calls, and while he'd been disappointed that Inez said she wouldn't be joining them, he did understand that while he thought of her as a mother, the truth was she was Will's mom and her taking a trip to Ireland to be with Peter would upset him. Things were already on shaky ground with Will and Peter didn't want to run the risk of losing him. He was dreading telling him about the engagement, but he knew that it would need to be done.

Once they were settled in the car, Peter put his arm around Tir so his lover could rest against him. "How're you feeling, baby? We can still have an ambulance take you if you don't think you'll be comfortable."

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[phd-not-md.livejournal.com]

Tir couldn't help but lean a bit tiredly on Peter's arm, amazed that he was already feeling he'd reached the limit of his strength when he'd done no more than ride in a car and walk a bit. "Could we have tea here, Peter? I think I'd rather that and then a lie down."

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"Of course, baby," Peter said, kissing Tir on the forehead. "Michael, we'll take our tea up here, if that's all right." He was already leading Tir towards a sofa as he spoke. "Do you want some painkillers?" he whispered to Tir.

[phd-not-md.livejournal.com]

As Michael nodded and stepped to the phone to call for their tea, Tir sank into the couch with a weary smile and held his hand out for Peter to join him. "Tea first I think, otherwise I might fall asleep halfway through."

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"All right, if you're sure," Peter said, concern etched on his face as he carefully watched Tir and took a seat next to him. "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep and then I'll just set up my office stuff. Other than that, I'll be right here with you."

[phd-not-md.livejournal.com]

Tir mustered a brighter smile. "Dona worry, luv. I'll not fade like a cut flower if y' leave me on my own."

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"But maybe I will," Peter said softly, cupping Tir's cheek and kissing him.

[phd-not-md.livejournal.com]

"Aye, well, we canna have that now." Tir smiled gently and rubbed his cheek against Peter's palm. "I'll need y' fit and hardy soon enough."

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'Yes, you will," Peter grinned, "because we'll have a lot of time to make up for once you're feeling better."

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"That we have." Tir grinned, feeling a little bit better now that he was sitting down.

Michael turned from the phone with a smile. "Tea will be along shortly, gentlemen. There is a list of house extensions by the telephone here and also in the bedroom and office. Your bags have been collected from your hotel and your things put away in the bedroom. It shouldn't take more than a moment or two to suss out where everything is." He gave a nod to both men and smiled. "We hope to see you at dinner, but do not hesitate to have it sent here instead if you need." With that the blond left the room with another smile.

"Now that's what I call personal service." Tir grinned. "You know, I could get used to this, mate."

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"I could, too," Peter agreed with a nod. "I guess I'd better start working harder so I can afford to give you this kind of life."

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"Plannin' t' make me a kept man, luv." Tir teased, knowing Peter was well aware he would never give up the independence of having his own job as well as the fact that he truly loved teaching. "Should I plan on bein' a 24/7 like Andrew."

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"Don't take this the wrong way, baby, but I think we'd end up killing each other if we were together every minute of the day," Peter laughed, giving Tir a soft kiss. "I just want to be able to give you nice things like a beautiful place to live and people at our beck and call."

[phd-not-md.livejournal.com]

"I'd say y' have the right on that one, luv." Tir laughed as he slipped an arm around Peter, sinking further back into the couch and against the Yank. "But y' know I'd like t' be the one at yer beck and call."

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"Oh yeah?" Peter said, settling in a little more and holding Tir a little tighter. "I like that idea, too. I would be a very benevolent master, of course, and make sure to let you know just how much I appreciate you."

[phd-not-md.livejournal.com]

"Aye and just how would y' appreciate me?" Tir grinned and laid a hand on Peter chest toying with the top button of the Yank's shirt.

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Peter chuckled. "Well, let's see. I think it would have to involve certain body parts and making them feel really, really good."

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"Well bein' a very literal man, I'm thinkin' I'll need a detailed description." Tir began unbuttoning Peter's shirt, his fingers exploring each uncovered inch.

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Peter's skin tingled where Tir was touching him, making him groan softly and kiss him again. "I'd start with your mouth," he whispered, slowly running his tongue along Tir's bottom lip. "You've got the best mouth."

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One hand still working on the shirt and the skin under it, Tir brought the other up to tangle in Peter's hair. "Got a nice one there y'self, mate." He breathed, voice going soft and husky.

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"I'm guessing you're starting to feel a little better," Peter said, his voice amused but thick with desire.

[phd-not-md.livejournal.com]

"Aye, y're m' favorite drug, Yank." Tir whispered against Peter's mouth, knowing they were both making promises he wouldn't be able to keep yet, but he was never one to turn down a tease.

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"That's a good thing," Peter smiled, "because I can't think of anything I'd rather have you on than me."

[phd-not-md.livejournal.com]

"Was more wishin' it could be in me." Tir grinned and bit Peter's lip gently. "But I reckon we'll be waitin' on that score for a bit, aye?"

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"Yeah, but it'll do us good to be kept at a simmer for a while," Peter said, moaning softly as he gave Tir slow, teasing kisses. "I love wanting you so badly I can taste it."

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"Aye, but I'd rather be tastin' you, luv." Tir purred into the kisses that left him aching with need. His hands clutched at Peter's shoulders as he tried not to arch up against him and he silently cursed Colm for managing to screw up yet one more thing in his life for him, albeit temporarily.