Dr. Rob Chase

There really was nothing quite like a good tryst in front of the Compound. Or, slightly on the side, as it were. Or, pushing the Doctor against the side of it after a mild adventure in trampolining and then there had been a touch to the chest, a little bit of a grope of a hand and suddenly, Chase had gotten the Doctor up against the Compound wall, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"So," he mumbled, between long kisses, for all intents and purposes, making out there with him. "What do you." Kissing. "Think of maybe." More kissing. "Taking a couple days off?"