Chase glanced at his watch as he signed off on the last test, making a slight face as he handed it to the attending lab assistant. "I'll come back and get the results tomorrow. Thank Andy for me?"
He flashed another smile at the tech, before he hurried off, glancing out the window. It looked like rain - if he hurried he could get out of here and on the road before the worst of it started. Hell, he might be able to beat the storm to the brownstone. He'd dotted all his i's and crossed his t's ...
Now it was time to let go. Relax. Be where he belonged. With his lover.
Speaking of which - he plucked out his pager and text'd a quick message to Wilson as he strode into the Diagnostic office, grabbing up his briefcase.
Wilson was dozing heavilly, caught in that delicious state of sleep where he was still conscious enough to be aware of the relaxed heaviness in his limbs. It felt so good and he could still hear the wind whipping up, feel the warm breeze brushing across his bare skin and smell the sweetness in the air.
And then, the tweep of his pager.
At one time that noise would have shattered his peacefulness but... maybe something today felt he needed a break and he felt, before he even picked it up, that it was going to be the page he'd been waiting for.
And it was
Smiling, eyes still heavilly hooded with something which could almost be called laziness, he went ahead and even if it was a cliche, typed up his answer.
Just you, Love. Waiting for you upstairs. Drive Safe.
Chase's smile appeared, bright and brilliant on his lips as he shouldered his bag, stepping into the elevator. He hit the down button, and entered another quick message.
I will.
The elevator dinged on the parking garage, and Chase moved towards his Porsche quickly. He threw his things into the passenger seat, clicking on his seatbelt before backing the Porche out of his spot, then into traffic.
He clicked on the radio, humming along to the song playing as he slid the car through traffic easily, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
It was both a lifetime and mere moments when he pulled his car behind the BMW, and climbed out of the brownstone. He popped the trink, and plucked out his overnight bag, jingling his keys as he moved up the front walkway. Opening the door, feel the sweet breeze from outside drifting through the house, he smiled and called out.
After the final page, Wilson had closed his eyes and let himself drift along with the breeze blowing lightly through the room, tickling the sheer curtains, which usually covered the closed blinds.
Through the open windows, he heard the Porche's distinctive growl as the car pulled up and a slow smile... a whole new level of relaxed, touched his lips. When Chase called up the stairs, Wilson chuckled and called back down.
"I'm up here, dreaming all sorts of naughty dreams about you!"
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He flashed another smile at the tech, before he hurried off, glancing out the window. It looked like rain - if he hurried he could get out of here and on the road before the worst of it started. Hell, he might be able to beat the storm to the brownstone. He'd dotted all his i's and crossed his t's ...
Now it was time to let go. Relax. Be where he belonged. With his lover.
Speaking of which - he plucked out his pager and text'd a quick message to Wilson as he strode into the Diagnostic office, grabbing up his briefcase.
Hey, just got out. You need anything?
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And then, the tweep of his pager.
At one time that noise would have shattered his peacefulness but... maybe something today felt he needed a break and he felt, before he even picked it up, that it was going to be the page he'd been waiting for.
And it was
Smiling, eyes still heavilly hooded with something which could almost be called laziness, he went ahead and even if it was a cliche, typed up his answer.
Just you, Love. Waiting for you upstairs. Drive Safe.
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I will.
The elevator dinged on the parking garage, and Chase moved towards his Porsche quickly. He threw his things into the passenger seat, clicking on his seatbelt before backing the Porche out of his spot, then into traffic.
He clicked on the radio, humming along to the song playing as he slid the car through traffic easily, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
It was both a lifetime and mere moments when he pulled his car behind the BMW, and climbed out of the brownstone. He popped the trink, and plucked out his overnight bag, jingling his keys as he moved up the front walkway. Opening the door, feel the sweet breeze from outside drifting through the house, he smiled and called out.
"Honey, I'm home!"
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Through the open windows, he heard the Porche's distinctive growl as the car pulled up and a slow smile... a whole new level of relaxed, touched his lips. When Chase called up the stairs, Wilson chuckled and called back down.
"I'm up here, dreaming all sorts of naughty dreams about you!"
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