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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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Peter laughed and kissed Tir's hair. "Oh god, baby, I love every word that comes out of that beautiful mouth, you know that?"

"I'm fairly fond of what just went into it, aye." Tir found himself laughing so hard he felt a twinge in his back and just managed not to gasp aloud at the sudden quick pain, not wanting to worry Peter.

Peter felt Tir tense, and he held onto him a little tighter. "You're going to rip a stitch if you're not careful, funny guy," he said. "But I have to agree that I love your mouth for all sorts of reasons."

"I canna help but tease with y', luv, but I'll try t' be careful." Tir smiled. "I love your mouth too, Peter and everything else about y'."

'I love the way you tease me," Peter said, "and I mean that in every possible way. I just want to make sure you don't over exert yourself. I already feel strange about making love with you when you've only been out of the hospital for a few hours. It's like I'm taking advantage of you somehow."

Tir couldn't help the giggle that escaped. "Wanna take advantage of me again when I wake up?"

Peter laughed and hugged Tir closer. He loved that giggle and could listen to it all day long, and this time hearing it made him feel like everything really was okay. "Baby, I want to take advantage of you every single second of every single day."

"Then I think you should definitely get what y' want." Tir twined his finger with Peter's and lifted them to his mouth, dropping a kiss on each of the Yank's knuckles. "As often as possible."

Peter shivered and sighed contentedly. "What have I done to deserve you?"

"Well, y' took me home and fed me Yank. So that meant y' had t' keep me." Tir purred. "Lucky for you I'm housebroken, aye?"

"That's definitely one of the things on my list that makes me lucky," Peter chuckled, giving Tir a tender kiss.

Tir laid a hand to Peter's cheek and returned the kiss. "And here I was thinkin' it's me that's the lucky one."

"Oh, you are," Peter said, his eyes gleaming with amusement, "but, for the record, I'm luckier."

"Ach now, it nae fair t' try and entice a man who just had kidney surgery int' a pissin' contest, luv." Tir laughed, but was careful to keep it much lower key.

"But, you know, I'm just enough of a bastard to press my advantage and declare a victory," Peter said, nuzzling Tir's cheek with a grin.

"Aye, I can see that y' would, but then again, were the roles reversed s' would I, s' I suppose we deserve each other." Tir turned his head into Peter's neck and nipped his skin. "A right pair of bastards, then, yeah."

"The best bastards around," Peter said with a soft, appreciative hum at the teasing nip. "It's just the two of us against the world."

"Y' start int' singin' Helen Reddy songs and I'll be forced t' poke y' one, mate." Tir laughed.

Peter snorted and nipped at Tir's ear. "You don't want to hear me singing anything at any time, trust me, my darling brat."

"Does that mean I dona get serenaded t' sleep?" Tir writhed slightly as another giggle escaped caused by the tickling nip on his ear.

Peter shook his head. "Not if the object is for you to actually fall asleep, no."

Ach well and I suppose y' could find another way t' lull me t' dreamland, aye?" The grin that had been curling Tir's lips for the last several minutes turned more than a bit wicked

"I bet if I give it some more time, your medicine will do just fine," Peter said, tracing Tir's smile with his fingertip.

"Aye, but my idea is more fun." Tir grinned and nipped at Peter's fingertip.

"Okay," Peter sighed, feigning resignation, "what's your idea?"

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