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Sleeping Beauty Gets Released

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

"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.

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

"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?"

"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."

"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.

"You will soon," Peter said, feeling breathless as Tir held onto him. "And I'm not going to do a damn thing until you can, too." Jerking off would definitely give him some relief, but it wouldn't be fair to Tir or as much fun without him.

"You know, the doctor said not t' do anythin' strenuous, but there's nothin strenuous in layin' on the bed with m' mouth open." Tir gave Peter an innocent cherubic grin.

"You are such a tease, baby," Peter said with a throaty laugh. "But I can't let you do that. Not if you can't get off, too."

"And who's t' be sayin' I won't?" He grinned, cocking his head to one side and giving Peter a wicked leer.

Peter shook his head. "No, if you do, you'll strain something and maybe do irreparable damage."

He couldn't resist sticking out his tongue like a child. "Have t' be the voice of reason, don' y', mate."

"Someone has to," Peter shrugged and laughed, "and you have no idea how weird it is that it's me."

"Oh and y're the naughty one then mostly?" Tir cupped Peter's cheek, just wanting to sit there and soak in that laugh and those twinkling eyes.

"Yup, I'm usually the troublemaker," Peter said, rubbing his cheek against Tir's palm. "Look at you making me all responsible."

"Aye and if I had t' be responsible who'd be yer pet then?" Tir grinned softly at the slight scratch of stubble against his skin.

"I don't want to think of a time when you wouldn't be my beautiful pet," Peter said, his voice gentle as he smiled at the man he loved.

"And yours I am, luv, for as long as y'll have m'." Tir tilted his chin to kiss Peter softly, lovingly. "You know I would never willingly take off yer collar."

Peter sobered at that and nodded. "I know, baby," he whispered. "I know you never would. And I'm going to get it back. I don't care what I have to do."

"Ach it doesna matter, luv. I've y'self and that means far more t' m' than the collar. Leave it wie him, fer that's all the wee bugger'll ever have of me. I've a real man now, not a blusterin' childish bully who plays at bein' a man." Tir held Peter close.

Peter nodded, never feeling prouder that Tir loved him. "I'll get you another one, I promise," he whispered, holding onto him. "It'll be exactly what you want and be something that no one else has ever had."

"And it comes from your hand it's all I could ever want, luv." Tir smiled and brushed a kiss to Peter's lips.

Peter smiled and touched his forehead to Tir's. He knew he would always be haunted by how close he'd come to losing Tir, but it would make him appreciate just how precious the man was to him.

"I love you," he whispered just as there was a knock at the door. "That must be our tea," he said, then called for them to come in.

"Love y' too, Yank." Tir whispered, not bothering to try and sit up as a rather pretty young woman of about 18 or 20 brought in their tea tray.

The lass dropped a sort of curtsy to Peter before setting the tray on the low table in front of the fireplace. "Mr. Michael says 'e 'opes y' enjoy yer tea, gentlemen and Mrs. Mulroney say t' ring up if y've the slightest need. Oh and Madame 'as arrived t' 'ome and asked if y'd mind 'er comin' by t' take tea wie y' and t' see fer 'erself 'ow Mr Murtaugh is feelin'."

Peter was completely charmed by the attractive young woman, and he couldn't help thinking how adorable she was as he thanked her for bringing up their tea.

"And please tell Madame we would love for her to join us," he added. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

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