[CLOSED TO PETER] Crisis averted

[chasemd]

It was over. All of their epidemic patients had been discharged - including Peter - and Rob had just been checked out too, albeit grudgingly on Chase's part. He ultimately would have preferred to keep Rob in for another few days yet, but the soldier turned into such a cranky bastard in the last couple of days that Chase knew keeping him in would

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[imgrounded]

Peter opened the door wearing just a pair of sweatpants and gave Chase a lopsided smile. "I don't remember ordering a strip-o-gram, but hey... who am I to turn you down? I don't see a stereo though, so I hope you don't expect me to sing. You could always come inside, and I'll happily supply a different kind of soundtrack."

[chasemd]

Chase pretended to look offended and let out a mock gasp. "C'mon! My outfit can't be that bad," he joked. "I can come inside, can I?" he added with a mischievous smirk. "Fortunate. I never was a fan of the rhythm method."

[imgrounded]

Peter scratched at his shoulder and gave Chase a wink as he stepped aside to let the doctor in. "You can come inside anytime you like. I'm certainly not about to stop you. So long as I get to show you just how grateful I am for your services with an oral tribute. I can't sing, but I've got a very talented tongue."

[chasemd]

"Don't I know it," Chase laughed as he followed Peter in. Once the door was closed, he tucked his hands around Peter's waist and gave him a kiss. "So, you're feeling better than. And I came all prepared to give you a physical too."