muse_shuffle | January Disc One

Track 10. Every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
[‘Changes’ – David Bowie]

Co-written with justalilcontact

Chase's shift that day had been a long and hard one, but he had enough to get him through it with optimism. As she saw him off at the door that morning, Rogue promised to do the most naughty and fabulous things to his body when he got home, and it was all he could do not to drop by into the nearest men's room at every turn for a quick toss. But he held firm and stayed strong. It would be so much better if he was sparking by the time he got home anyway. He was pretty sure he had never scrubbed out of his final surgery so quickly in his life, though. He nearly took off a layer of skin at the sheer pace he washed his hands and arms. His scrubs had been peeled off in the locker room, nearly causing him to tear his nose and ears off in the process and sent him tumbling into the lockers with a loud crash. Typically, it was the exact moment Foreman walked in and proceeded to snigger at Chase's predicament. Chase, however, just smirked widely back with a pointed 'I'm going home to get royally fucked by my wife' thrown in his ex workmate's direction before plucking up his bag and waltzing out of the locker room to head home.

( He was now just that. Home sweet home and already trying to peel his jacket off, kick out of his shoes, pull out of his bag and scarf all at the same time. Why didn't he have more than two hands? )

Not binding on any Foreman muses


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