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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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Tir raised his head and looked at the large old house with a grin. "Appears we'll be living the life o' Reilly for a bit, aye? Did I ever tell y' Moragainne is a Dowager Marquess? Her second husband was a peer of the British realm and distant cousin t' the Queen Mum. Not bad friends t' have for a corner lad, yeah?"

Peter laughed and kissed Tir on the forehead. "Well, Kory used to make costumes for drag queens, so I'm familiar with the royal set," he teased.

Tir laughed out loud until the movement caused a sharp twinge in his back. "Ow..." He forced himself to calm and be still. "I'll have t' be sure and tell Mora that, it'll gie her a good laugh."

"Oh, baby," Peter said, frowning at his lover's pain. "I'll make sure to get you some medication once we get inside." He kissed Tir again. "I'm sure Mora will understand if you need to rest."

Tir smiled and rested a hand on Peter's chest. "All I need is the careful attention of my personal nurse here, aye? And later maybe y' can gie me a sponge bath and a rub down."

"Uh oh," Peter murmured, "you might have to give me a second before we get out of the car because I just got a boner."

"Poor you." Tir grinned wickedly. "Need a hand wie it, mate?"

"Don't you dare," Peter said, touching his head to Tir's shoulder. "Let me just think of something really awful so it'll go away." He smiled. "You can help me once we have a little more privacy tonight."

"I could tell y' about the girl I nearly slept with." Tir offered. "Her name was Mary Margaret Fahey. She had the worst garlic breath and crossed eyes. Last I heard she became a nun."

Peter gave him an incredulous look. "And...there it goes," he said, laughing and hugging him. "Thank you for that very disturbing mental image."

"Always glad t' help, luv." Tir giggled. "Trust m' I had much the same reaction t' Mary Margaret m'self."

"Is that what led to you being gay, love?" Peter asked, trying to stop laughing. "Because I would totally understand."

"Nah." Tir was laughing right along with Peter. "Mary Margaret was trying to convince m I wasna gay...it didn't work."

"Thank god she wasn't really hot, because we might not be having this conversation right now," Peter said with a hiccup of laughter. "You'd have been lost to the team forever."

"I love that laugh, Yank." Tir ran his thumb over Peter's lower lip with a satisfied smile. "And I wouldna worry t' much on that score. Mary Margaret's older sister tried as well and a pretty girl there never was."

"Then I guess we were meant to be," Peter said, kissing Tir's thumb. "And it would have been such a waste for you to be straight."

"Lucky fer you it isna wasted, aye?" Tir replaced his thumb with his lips. "Now, I'm thinkin' Mistress Moragainne might be wonderin' why we're sittin' out front of her house and not comin' inside."

"I bet she'd be able to figure out that we're sitting here making out," Peter chuckled, then gave Tir one more kiss. "Okay, let's go inside and see our gracious hostess. I really do owe her so much. If she hadn't come when the nurse called... I can't ever repay her for that."

"Ill have t' thank her for keepin' y' from havin' a go at Colm." Tir smiled slightly. "Not that y' couldna took him, luv, but I dona think y' want to be a guest of the Republic o' Ireland."

Peter shook his head with a rueful smile. "I'm not too thrilled about that idea, either," he said, opening the car door and thanking the driver for waiting for them to be ready to get out.

With Peter's help, Tir carefully climbed out of the car and made his way slowly up to the house with a smirk. "Now should y' feel the need t' experience it, I'm sure Mistress Moragainne can accommodate y', luv."

"I'm sure she can," Peter said, carefully supporting Tir as they walked, "but I wouldn't want to give her any ideas."

"Y' never know, luv, y' might like it." Tir grinned. "I can just imagine how y'd look."

"Hmm, is that something you'd want to see?" Peter asked, giving Tir a curious look. "I'd do it if you'd like it."

"I might." Tir smiled. "But I'd rather it be me modeling them for you."

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