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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 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."

Peter grinned as they reached the front door. 'Now, that I can get behind," he said, kissing Tir's cheek before ringing the doorbell. "And I mean that in every possible way," he added in a whisper.

"You behind me? I'm thinkin' that's a fine plan, Peter." He grinned impishly.

"Thought you might like that." Peter smiled as the front door was opened by a fairly normal looking housekeeper. He'd been expecting something a little more over the top.

When Michael heard the door, he made his way to the entryway just as Mrs. Mulroney opened up for Moragainne's guests. "Mr. Cavanaugh, Tir, welcome. Moragainne is running a bit late. A student needed to consult with her after class, but she should be home soon. Would you like to join us for tea in the solarium or shall I show you straight to your suite?"

"I, um..." Peter didn't want to defer to Tir in front of Michael just in case it would make Tir uncomfortable. "I'd like to get us settled in our suite and we'll join you for tea afterwards," he said. He knew that Tir needed to get his meds and he wanted to make sure his lover was up to socializing.

Tir smiled at Peter as Michael led them to the small elevator. "Real posh, aye?" He whispered, eyes twinkling with pride and a loving amusement at the way the Yank had gone from solicitous lover to Master without a blink.

Peter nodded and snuck Tir an excited smile. "It's beautiful." He took Tir's hand and held it tightly as the three of them got into the elevator.

"It is that and Mora's style on top of the architectural beauty makes it an amazing house." Michael smiled at both men. "I thought you might like a little inside information on the way the household works. There is a full staff and of course Andrew and I. Andrew will be glad to see to any of your needs unless he's with Mora. He's the 24/7 sub, by the way." His smile widened into a grin. "I'm the part-timer, at least for now, but if you need anything and don't see Andrew about, just call me on the house phone. I'll be at extension 3 most of the time, that's my office."

"Part timer?" Peter grinned. "And what do you do when you're not being a sub for the lovely Mistress Mora?"

"I'm her estate manager here in Ireland for both this house and the country estate. Actually, I'm a barrister and met her in London when I went to work at the firm that represents her interests. Mora is rather engaging and hard to resist." Michael winked. "But I'm sure you've noticed that."

"Yes, I have," Peter admitted with a wider grin. "I can honestly say I've never met anyone like her. She's marvelous."

"Trust me, she becomes even more so on closer association." Michael's smile held some degree of pride that his mistress was held in high regard even by those who'd known her only a short time. As the elevator stopped, he opened the door and led the two men a little way down the hall. "You have the French suite. Silly name since there's nothing French about the decor, but about 90 years ago the French ambassador slept in it and it's been called that ever since." He opened the door and stepped back to allow the two to enter first. "I hope you don't mind, Mr. Cavanaugh, but I took the liberty of having extra phone lines installed as Mora mentioned you would be conducting business with your firm in America while here. The second bedroom has been adjusted to serve as an office unless you'd rather a more private accommodation be made. I had thought you wouldn't wish to be far from Tir while he recuperates." Michael opened the aforementioned room to show Peter. "The other room is larger and has a quite comfortable bed. However, Tir, if you need it a different mattress can be brought in. Mora has given instructions that any need you have will be accommodated promptly."

"This is wonderful, thank you," Peter said, looking around, more than a little impressed by the gorgeous surroundings. "The office space Mora's provided will be fine and I'll be sure to let you know if Tir needs anything." He turned to Tir and kissed his cheek. "Unless you can think of anything you need right now, sweetheart."

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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