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[ She doesn't even know what the hell that means but goes along anyway, sulking as you please, until they reach his office. Raleigh's curious, poking around at the medical text she sees, before rounding over to his desk. ]
Nice place. Is this where you normally sleep over?
Nice place. Is this where you normally sleep over?
[ Raleigh was actually there when Chuck did the yelling, you know. It was one of those nights with a young doctor on duty, and there was a mix-up with her prescribed dosage which, unfortunately, Chuck had been present for. The viciousness and ferocity with which Chuck had torn into him was breathtaking, and Raleigh had felt bad for it.
After that, she realised, it was the medical rehabilitation specialist that attended to her personally, and honestly, Chuck.
Still, she's slinging her duffel over her shoulder - giving him a brief smile when she notices what he's doing. Temper aside, he's the best damn cardiologist in the country. ]
You sure you don't have to go back to work today? You don't have to keep me company.
After that, she realised, it was the medical rehabilitation specialist that attended to her personally, and honestly, Chuck.
Still, she's slinging her duffel over her shoulder - giving him a brief smile when she notices what he's doing. Temper aside, he's the best damn cardiologist in the country. ]
You sure you don't have to go back to work today? You don't have to keep me company.
[ She does what she wants, Hansen.
While Chuck is taking matters out on the hapless potatoes, Raleigh is getting her gloves on, reaching for a handful of chestnut and mixed filling, and up goes the filling into the equally hapless turkey's backside.
Raleigh considers him, deciding to dot her 'i's and cross her 't's. ]
...And if he says something nice?
While Chuck is taking matters out on the hapless potatoes, Raleigh is getting her gloves on, reaching for a handful of chestnut and mixed filling, and up goes the filling into the equally hapless turkey's backside.
Raleigh considers him, deciding to dot her 'i's and cross her 't's. ]
...And if he says something nice?
[Some yelling is good for the new doctors. How are they going to learn to be more careful if they aren't scared shitless. Either they can take it or they can't but they are definitely not fucking up his wife's meds if they want to live.]
I'm sure.
[Chuck reaches for her bag, let him carry it woman or so help him.]
Someone has to make sure you don't push it too much.
I'm sure.
[Chuck reaches for her bag, let him carry it woman or so help him.]
Someone has to make sure you don't push it too much.
[It means loud noises and flashing lights. If a hospital is calm, Raleigh, it's a good thing. Chuck can totally tell that she's sulking and he's failing at not smirking because of it.]
Nah, there's a sleeping room closer to the floor. You think you'll be able to entertain yourself all day?
Nah, there's a sleeping room closer to the floor. You think you'll be able to entertain yourself all day?
[ Would taste a lot better if you'd get your mouth down here, Hansen.
Raleigh's eyes widening isn't the only thing giving away his surprise; he squirms -- partly into Chuck's touch and out of it, indecisive -- reaching for Chuck's shoulder to grab a hold onto, but he still lets Chuck manhandle him onto his back again with minimal verbal protest, relaxing all his limbs loose and easy on purpose once Chuck's got him pinned him down like he'd planned for this to happen in the first place.
Raleigh stares back, huffing a laugh. You want to play dirty, get a kiss that way? Raleigh can play that game, too. He tilts his chin up like a challenge, and if Chuck tries to catch Raleigh's mouth now, he'll just turn his head another way. ]
Raleigh's eyes widening isn't the only thing giving away his surprise; he squirms -- partly into Chuck's touch and out of it, indecisive -- reaching for Chuck's shoulder to grab a hold onto, but he still lets Chuck manhandle him onto his back again with minimal verbal protest, relaxing all his limbs loose and easy on purpose once Chuck's got him pinned him down like he'd planned for this to happen in the first place.
Raleigh stares back, huffing a laugh. You want to play dirty, get a kiss that way? Raleigh can play that game, too. He tilts his chin up like a challenge, and if Chuck tries to catch Raleigh's mouth now, he'll just turn his head another way. ]
[ He's just -- tired of it, the same song and dance they do every time this happens. It's not necessary, is the thing. Chuck knows it's not.
Chuck doesn't want Raleigh to help him, would rather push Raleigh away before letting that happen, and it's that, more than the barbed comment Chuck throws at his way, that has Raleigh pulling his lips over a snarl and shoving past Chuck, away from the counter, just. Away from him.
If Chuck's looking for a fight, he's gonna have to throw the first punch, because Raleigh sure as hell isn't feeling charitable tonight. ]
Chuck doesn't want Raleigh to help him, would rather push Raleigh away before letting that happen, and it's that, more than the barbed comment Chuck throws at his way, that has Raleigh pulling his lips over a snarl and shoving past Chuck, away from the counter, just. Away from him.
If Chuck's looking for a fight, he's gonna have to throw the first punch, because Raleigh sure as hell isn't feeling charitable tonight. ]
[ You're not that drunk, Hansen.
Raleigh just hums noncommittally, tucking his fingers under Chuck's waistband and bending forward to get his mouth on Chuck's. Chuck's neck is arched, inviting, Chuck's panting under him, and it's a damn shame Raleigh can't mark him up proper like he wants to, but this is good too. Really good. ]
You look good with bruises. [ Chuck has a lot of them; comes with being a hockey player, Raleigh guesses. Raleigh's not going to leave any more on him, but it's still fun to rile Chuck up some. ] They'd look better if they came from me, though.
Raleigh just hums noncommittally, tucking his fingers under Chuck's waistband and bending forward to get his mouth on Chuck's. Chuck's neck is arched, inviting, Chuck's panting under him, and it's a damn shame Raleigh can't mark him up proper like he wants to, but this is good too. Really good. ]
You look good with bruises. [ Chuck has a lot of them; comes with being a hockey player, Raleigh guesses. Raleigh's not going to leave any more on him, but it's still fun to rile Chuck up some. ] They'd look better if they came from me, though.
[Don't tell him how drunk he is, Becket.
Chuck makes a noise between the fingers playing at his pants and that no matter what insults he slings at Raleigh, he is a good kisser and he likes kissing him. Because it also serves to shut Raleigh up and that's always, ways a good thing.]
Possessive prick. I'll still sock you if you tried.
Chuck makes a noise between the fingers playing at his pants and that no matter what insults he slings at Raleigh, he is a good kisser and he likes kissing him. Because it also serves to shut Raleigh up and that's always, ways a good thing.]
Possessive prick. I'll still sock you if you tried.
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