Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Summary: This is a retelling
of the way Spike and Buffy met. Set around
the time of 'School Hard'. For the purpose
of the story, Angel does not exist and
Spike is a little....different.
Part Four...
Somewhere in the Night
~~~~~~~~~~
Time, you found time enough to love
And I found love enough to hold you
So tonight, I'll stir the fire you feel inside
Until the flames of love enfold you
~~~~~~~~~~
"This is a nice car."
"You like it, sweetheart?"
"Yeah. It's very...very big," Buffy finished lamely.
He smiled as he reached for her. "Come over
here," he said, as he pulled her across the
cold leather seat, wrapping one arm around
her to keep her close.
She examined the interior of the car. It was
in perfect condition. Even though the thing had
to be close to thirty years old, it was obviously
well cared for.
"Where are we going?" she asked, trying to see
out of windows that were tinted nearly black.
"Not far," he replied, pressing a soft kiss against
her hair.
Though outwardly calm, inside she was mass of
jangled nerves, wondering yet again if she was
making a horrible error in judgement.
**Okay...next red light, I'm jumping out..**
His fingers were playing in her hair, twining
the strands around them and stroking them
with his thumb.
**All right, NEXT red light, for sure.**
As though he could hear her internal struggle,
he tightened his arm around her. "Almost there."
**Well...can't say I didn't TRY to get away. I de-
finitely** She glanced up and caught his eyes
watching her. **...THOUGHT about trying to get
away...for a second...**
Less than five minutes later, the car turned onto
Ocean Front Road, and pulled into a large
parking lot.
By straining her eyes, she could make out the
words of a sign glowing in gold neon.
SEA BREEZE INN
HOTEL FACILITIES OR
INDIVIDUAL COTTAGES
At the bottom of the sign, the word VACANCY
blinked steadily on and off.
He pulled the car into a parking place near
the office and cut the engine. Opening his
door, he turned to Buffy.
"Be right back, love."
She watched as he crossed the gravel lot to the
hotel's office and went inside.
**Okay, now's your chance, stupid. Run for your
sorry life..**
She was still mentally kicking herself in the
rear when the door she was squeezed up
against opened, nearly spilling her out onto
the ground.
Before she could right herself, William caught
her.
"Be careful. You don't watch to scratch your
beautiful skin, do you?"
"Thanks." She took the hand he offered her
and stepped out of the car. Standing beside
him, an immovable object, she swallowed
hard.
He sensed her hesitation and, sliding one arm
around her waist, he cupped her chin in his
free hand and lifted it until she met his eyes.
Leaning down until their lips nearly touched,
he asked, "Do you want to leave?"
Buffy gazed up into his fathomless blue eyes...
and was lost.
Common sense could take a flying leap at the
moon. She wanted this, possibly more than
she'd ever wanted anything, and wanting some-
thing that badly was not without its risks.
She raised one hand and touched his cheek. "No."
Taking hold of that hand, he smiled and pressed a
long and tender kiss into the palm. "Then come with
me."
~~~~~~~~~~
Laying beside you, lost in the feeling
So glad you opened my door, come with me...
~~~~~~~~~~
He guided her in the direction of the last cottage
in the row. Unlocking the door, he reached inside
and flicked a wall switch, casting the room in a
mellow, golden glow.
Buffy let out a surprised squeak when he suddenly
picked her up and carried her into the room, closing
the door with a kick of one foot.
She looked around the room with wide eyes.
**Well...if I'm going to lose my virginity, this
is a great place to lose it...and a great bed to
lose it in..**
It was a queen sized bed, with a beautiful brass
head and foot board, accented with porcelain knobs
that had small peach colored rosebuds painted on
them.
A peach satin comforter and a huge mound of
matching lace and satin pillows adorned the bed.
He set her on her feet, slipping his arms around
her waist from behind. "You like?" he asked softly
in her ear.
Buffy nodded, her body shivering deliciously at
his touch.
The room was furnished in the old fashioned antique
style her mother liked. There was an immense oak
armoire, a chest of drawers with a matching vanity
table, two nightstands holding matching crystal
lamps, and a pair of armchairs facing a working fire-
place.
The mantle had a small brass clock in the middle
of it, and she averted her eyes, not wanting to know
what time it was, or how much time they would
have here.
There was a picture window on the wall facing
the ocean, and sheer lace panels hung to the
floor, flanked by thick brocade draperies pulled
back into swags.
Still avoiding the clock, she crossed the room and
parted the lace curtains. It was too dark to really
see the ocean, but the window was cracked open
a little, and she could hear the waves impacting on
sand and rock.
A thin ribbon of moonlight danced on the surface
of the water, bouncing around with the ocean's
unrest.
She was so completely engrossed by it all, that
she didn't know he had joined her until she felt
him place his hands on her waist.
He lowered his head and kissed the side of her
neck, and this time, she didn't tense up, a fact
which seemed to please him.
"That's my girl," he said softly, leaving a trail of
moist kisses on her skin. "Do you like that?"
She tilted her head a little and closed her eyes.
"Yes," she smiled. "More."
Brushing her hair aside, he lavished the other
side of her neck with the same sweet touches.
"You smell so good," he said, biting gently on
her ear lobe. "Like roses."
She laughed.
"What?" he asked, tightening his arms around her.
"Tickles," she said, laughing again.
"Should I stop?" He smiled against her skin.
She shook here head. "No, don't." Turning in
his arms, she looked up at him. "I like it," she
confessed.
He gazed down into her large green eyes, content
to drown in them if that should be her pleasure.
Raising one hand, he brushed the back of it
over the rounded curve of her cheek.
"You're skin is so soft...so warm. Like a ripe peach
in the sunshine." He traced a finger along the curve
of her lower lip. "And that mouth...that beautiful..sen-
suous mouth."
Buffy's head was spinning from both his touch
and the compliments he lavished on her. She'd
never had a boy talk to her like this before, saying
such romantic and arousing things.
**Guess that's the difference between a boy and
a man. Now I know what I want...and it's not a boy.
I want a man...I want THIS man.**
"Come here, I want to show you something." He
shed his coat and and took her hand, pulling her
across the room and into the adjoining bathroom.
Buffy gasped. What a bathroom!
Pale peach colored tile surrounded a large por-
celain tub. It was a slightly darker shade of
peach, with a brass faucet and handles.
One wall was papered in a pattern of small
peach and pink flowers, with light green leaves.
The sink matched the bathtub, and had the same
brass fixtures.
On the end of the counter there was a stack of
thick cream colored bath towels sitting next to a
small silver tray containing an assortment of
bath soaps and gels in different fragrances.
The lighting was soft, with a peachy glow, giving
the room an air of supreme romance.
Buffy was nearly speechless. "This is...this is just..."
"Nice, huh?"
"Are you kidding me?" she asked in amazement. "If
I had a bathroom like this at home, I'd never come out
of it."
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Would you like
to take a bath? Be a shame not to take advantage of
it."
Buffy just shook her head. "I want to be with you."
"You will be, darling."
Her heart did a somersault as she blushed from head
to toe. "You..you mean..together?" she stammered,
shaking her head again. "Oh, I couldn't...I just..."
"Never mind," he said. "I was teasing you.
You're not ready for that...just yet."
Taking both her hands in his, he walked backwards and
led her out of the bathroom, then sat in one of the arm-
chairs and pulled her down into his lap.
With his arms encircling her possessively, he kissed
her cheek. "Are you frightened?"
Buffy shrugged. "Not frightened...just..."
"Nervous?"
"Well...yeah."
He smiled and brushed her hair back from her
face. "You're so young. I don't think I should do
this."
She didn't know whether to be completely relieved
or horribly disappointed. What had happened? Why
didn't he want her anymore?
Was she too young...or not pretty enough...or was
it because she was the slayer?"
He seemed to be reading her mind. "It's not that I
don't want you...because I do. I wanted you the
minute I saw you." He smiled as he hurried to
reassure her. "You're very beautiful, and I'm
extremely attracted to you."
She swallowed hard. "Then..then why?"
He sighed. "Because..believe it or not..I'm starting
to feel guilty about stealing your innocence."
Guilty? Buffy was confused at this notion. Since when
did vampires feel guilty about anything? She'd always
been under the impression that they would maim, murder,
rape and steal without a second thought. That they
would eradicate an entire populace, then sleep like
babies at...during the day.
But she was now learning that vampires could be
just as different from one another as people could.
She struggled for the right reply, but could only come
up with, "Someone's going to do it anyway...someday."
He nodded in agreement. Yes. Someday," he empha-
sized. "When you're a little older."
"But I'm getting older every day," she protested. "That
should count for something."
Suddenly afraid that her words would not convince him,
she cupped her hands around his face and drew him
down, placing her lips lightly against his. "Please..." she
whispered.
He groaned softly as he felt her part her lips beneath
his, and his arms tightened automatically.
They spent the next few moments doing nothing
more than kissing. Starting out slow, then gradually
increasing in intensity, their mouths moved against
each others with with desperate hunger.
Buffy became very still when she felt William's
hand working at the buttons of her blouse. When
they were all undone, he began to ease the garment
down her arms and off.
Pausing a moment to admire the combination of
creamy skin and ivory lace, he opened the clasp
of her bra. Without moving the two halves apart,
he pressed his lips to the silken hollow between
her breasts.
After what seemed like forever, he peeled the
lingerie away from her skin, baring her breasts
completely.
Without hesitating, wanting to relive that maddening
plunge into total abandon, she arched her back,
offering her lush curves to his touch.
When she felt his mouth on her skin, her head
dropped back and she closed her eyes.
He ran his tongue all over and around the ample
mounds, kissing and licking the undercurves
and the sides, nuzzling the space between them
Buffy was panting in his arms, balancing on the
razor's edge, waiting...
The tips of her breasts were almost painfully hard,
anticipating the relief that his tongue and his mouth
would provide from the throbbing ache he had induced
in her, as he played her body like a perfectly tuned
instrument.
~~~~~~~~~~
Somewhere in the night we will know
Everything lovers can know
You're my song, music too magic to end
I'll play you over and over again...
~~~~~~~~~~
He glanced into her eyes, briefly, then
looked back down and cupped his hand
beneath one breast.
Lowering his head just a tiny bit more, he
lifted her rounded flesh and covered the
tight aching nipple with his mouth, sucking
it gently as he swirled his tongue around
it.
Buffy nearly screamed. She had never been
touched like this before. The quick explorations
she had made of her own body had not produced
anything close to this avalanche of raw ecstasy.
He sat her up on his lap, helping her straddle
him. Taking both her breasts into his hands,
he squeezed and fondled them, gently pinching
her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Her breathing was ragged and eyes were un-
focused as she squirmed on his thighs, making
him groan at the contact.
"You're amazing," he whispered, kissing her
taut nipples. "So responsive."
He couldn't believe his good fortune, couldn't
believe that he would be the man to introduce
her to all the pleasures to be found in the act of
lovemaking.
He didn't even try and kid himself into thinking that
this was just sex, just the mindless and anonymous
fucking of a willing and nubile young female.
There was far more between them than that, and
it made him wonder if this whole thing hadn't
been orchestrated centuries ago by someone
far wiser than he could ever hope to be.
Whatever the whys and wherefores, he was here
now. He was going to teach this beautiful girl
everything he knew, and his knowledge, gleaned
from more than a century of experience, was vast
indeed.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he said, "Hold
on, sweetheart," and stood up, carrying her to the bed.
Depositing his little bundle of softness on the
mattress, he caught her seeking hands and kissed
them, then put them firmly away.
"Wait a minute," he said, reaching for the zipper on
the back of her skirt. "I want you naked. I want to see
every inch of your skin, touch it and kiss it.
Buffy lifted her hips, aiding his efforts. He pulled the
skirt down and off, then removed her shoes and placed
them on the floor.
He peeled off her pantyhose, keeping them within
reach, in case they made it to the point of playing
little games later.
Her panties were made of the same ivory lace and
satin as her bra, and were extremely brief, really
nothing but little wisps of fabric.
He hooked his fingers in the sides, and slowly
tugged them down, revealing the moist center of
her body. The heat emanating from her was intense,
and the scent was making him dizzy.
Tossing her panties to one side, he placed his
hands on her thighs and began to part them.
She instinctively tried to keep them closed as a
wave of shyness nearly took her under.
William glanced up at her. "Please?" he asked,
stroking her soft skin. "Let me see."
Slowly, gradually, she allowed him to spread her
legs. The muscles in her thighs quivered beneath
his hands and he massaged them until she began
to relax and become more comfortable with his
scrunity.
Forcing himself to remember that she was very
young and completely untried, he kept his movements
slow and gentle. There would be another time for
wild and uncontrollable passion, for the game of
domination and submission.
This girl was a shy and unbroken little filly. She
had to be treated properly, coaxed and caressed
until she was all softness and eager sweetness in
his arms.
It would take time, but she would be worth the effort.
So engrossed was he in his perusal of her, he almost
failed to notice that his shy little kitten was becoming
bolder all on her own.
She was methodically working at the buttons of his
shirt, tugging it from the waistband of his jeans.
Discarding his shirt, he yanked off the black cotton
t-shirt he wore beneath it, then sat up and tugged
his boots and socks off.
When he had only one garment left, she suddenly
lost her nerve.
He worked open the stiff buckle of his belt and left
it hanging loose, then took her hands and placed
them in position to unbutton his jeans.
She hesitated, and he tilted his head and smiled
at her.
"Don't you want to see?" he asked. "Aren't you even
a little bit curious?"
Buffy blushed. "I've...well, I've already..."
"Now, sweetheart," he said, shaking his head. "Don't
tell me that you've seen a man naked before...or I
shall be very...very...jealous."
She couldn't meet his eyes. "No...just babies..you know,
from babysitting."
"Good," he said, satisfied. The idea of her looking at or
possibly touching another man did not sit well with
him, just as the thought of another man touching her
made him downright angry.
This girl belonged to HIM now, and he would happily
kill any man who tried to prove differently.
He'd always had a jealous nature, and he'd given
up trying to control it a long time ago.
"Just undo the buttons for now," he said. "Then
we'll take it from there."
She tried, but her movements were clumsy,
due to her inexperience, and the very hard bulge
she kept brushing her fingers against, which
seemed to get bigger every time she did.
Buffy had been so engrossed in trying to do
what he wanted that she'd forgotten to be
embarrassed at her nudity. When he finally
put her hands away from him and began to open
the buttons himself, she remembered that she
was just lying there, bare ass naked.
She reached for part of the comforter, draping
it over herself in the places she felt the most
exposed.
Glancing up at him, she saw the amusement in
his eyes.
"I'm only allowing that because you look so sexy
with that satin covering you in certain places and
exposing you in others," he said, gesturing at her
bare legs and shoulders.
Thanking God that she had shaved her legs and
underarms when she'd showered earlier, Buffy
tried to control her blush.
Unable to stop herself, she peeked out of the
corner of her eye when he had all the fastenings
open on his jeans....
And almost turned purple when she was made
intimately aware that he didn't bother with under-
wear of any variety..boxers OR briefs.
Chuckling inwardly, he stood up and removed his
trousers, then knelt on the bed beside her.
Buffy's gaze skipped around as she looked at
everything in the room except for...IT.
"Look at me," he said firmly, then softened his
tone. "We'll never get any further if you can't even
bring yourself to look at me, sweetheart."
Feeling foolish, she finally turned her gaze upon
his most..intimate..attribute.
Although it was a handsome specimen of man-
hood, she was a little shocked at its size. It
certainly didn't look like anything that would fit
inside of her, making her wonder if perhaps she
was too small.
He knew what was on her mind just by watching
the play of emotion on her face. "Don't look so
worried, love," he said. "It'll fit."
She looked at him, uncertainly. "Will it hurt?"
"Probably," he admitted. "At first. But there are
things I can do for you...TO you...to make sure it
doesn't hurt for long."
Oh, yes...foreplay. She had read about that in the
issues of Cosmo that her mother thought were so
well hidden in the bottom of her mending basket.
There were lots of different kinds of foreplay, physical
and verbal, and it was designed to prepare the body for
intercourse by stimulating the...
**God...I'm starting to sound like Willow..**
He moved a little closer, and his erection swayed
a little with his movement. All of a sudden, she
couldn't take her eyes off of it.
She had no previous experience to compare him
with but she was fairly certain that, as male organs
went, his was a pretty good size. It jutted straight out
away from his body, announcing his pure and unadult-
erated masculinity to anyone who cared to look.
Wide at the base, it sprang from a thatch of medium
brown curls, tapering to a blunt, bell shaped head.
Something about it seemed wrong, not in an unattractive
way, but in a out-of-place way. It took her a moment to
realize what it was.
He was circumcised.
She had done enough baby sitting of little boys to
have seen both the cut and the uncut version. The
first time she'd seen an uncircumcised penis, she
had described it to her mother and demanded to know
what in the world was wrong with the baby's privates.
Her mom had laughed until she gave herself the
hiccups, then explained the social, medical, and
religious history of the practice to Buffy.
One thing her mother had been pretty clear on was
that routine circumcision was a fairly recent practice.
It certainly hadn't been common back when William
must have been born.
That train of thought immediately jumped to another
one. She had no idea when he'd been born, or when
he'd become a vampire. It could have been five years
ago or five hundred years ago, for all she knew.
"What in the world are you thinking with that very
serious expression on your face?" he asked, sounding
highly amused.
There was no delicate way around this, so she jumped
right in. "I noticed that you're..that you don't have a..."
she gestured with her hand.
Although tempted to tease her by announcing that he
most certainly did have one, couldn't she see it right
there in front of her face, he forced himself not to and
took the comment he knew she was trying to make
seriously.
"You noticed that I'm circumcised," he said, filling in
the blank for her. "And you know that wasn't common
back when I was first born."
"Well," she shrugged, "my mother told me..."
He had absolutely no idea how to inform her of the
circumstances that had led up to the loss of his
foreskin. How did you tell a young and virginal girl
about getting so drunk you couldn't see straight,
and allowing yourself to accept a dare like the one
he'd accepted nearly twenty-two years ago...to be
circumcised without benefit of any anesthetic.
Actually, it wasn't a memory he cared to bring
up, and whenever he did think about it, he thanked
any and all powers that he'd at least had the sense
to reject the first method of circumcision he'd been
dared to undergo.
After he'd had it done, and it had healed, he
was pleased with the results. It was nice not to hear
the comment "Ewww...what IS that?" every time he
dropped his pants.
"Let's just say...I find this to be more convenient. And
hygienic," he said, hoping she would leave it at that.
Buffy shrugged. "I like the way they look this way much
better," she said, before she could stop herself. Realizing
what she had let slip out of her mouth, she looked up
at him and turned bright red once again. "I...I just mean..."
He just shook his head. "I know what you meant," he
said tenderly. "You know, every time I think you can't
possibly get any more adorable...you prove me wrong."
Nearly overcome with embarrassment, she tried to
get out of the bed, but his arm shot out and prevented
it.
Holding her firmly in place, he stretched out next to
her. "I'm not laughing at you, darling, I promise I'm
not," he said sincerely. "Now come here and kiss me."
Without thinking twice, she did as he asked.
He drew her into his arms, molding her upper body
against his, then rolled her over until he was above
and she below.
She felt his erection rubbing against her thigh, and
it evoked a suprising rush of moisture from between
her legs.
As he ravaged her mouth with his tongue, he sent one
hand down to fondle her breasts, repeating all the
touches she'd enjoyed so much before. When he sensed
her need for air, he released her mouth and moved
down the smooth column of her throat and over the
upper curve of her chest, finally coming to rest on the
diamond hard bud of her right breast.
He played there for a long time, lingering over her
sweetness, drawing and sucking and licking until
she was nearly mindless with the sensations rocketing
through her.
"God," he moaned. "You have such beautiful breasts. So
soft and warm...and they're surprisingly full for such a
tiny little girl."
She stroked his hair and the back of his neck. "More,"
she begged.
He obliged her instantly. Taking one nipple into his
mouth, he rubbed his tongue against it, then nipped
it gently with his teeth. As he sucked one nipple, he
fingered the other one, pinching and tugging at it.
His cock felt hard enough to cut glass, and he knew he
had to get a little relief soon. Just as he was pondering
the possiblity of suggesting that she try touching him again,
she flabbergasted him by sliding her hands down his
back and over his rear, squeezing the firm muscle of his
ass.
"Mmmm..." he moaned, without releasing her breast
from his mouth.
She gasped from the feel of the vibration, and rewarded
him for it by cautiously moving one hand around his front,
brushing her little fingers against the base of his cock.
Releasing her from his mouth, he grunted, "Good girl...are
you all right?"
"Yes," she panted. "Tell me...tell me what to do."
Her words made his mind reel with unbelievable possi-
bilities. Since he couldn't ask his virginal little slayer to
just slide on down between his legs and suck him off till he
creamed all over her, he forced himself to stay calm.
"Just...wrap your little fingers around it. That's right..now
squeeze a little...ahh, good...a little harder...oh yes...per-
fect..oh, my baby...that's so good..."
His encouraging words were making her bolder, and she
instinctively began to slide her cupped hand up and down
the length of his hard shaft, rubbing the tip of it with her
thumb when she felt fluid oozing from it.
She was a little disappointed when he pulled away
from her hand, She'd just been catching on to the
rhythm, enjoying the hard thrust of his flesh in her
hand and the noises emanating from his throat.
"What's wrong?" she asked, as he rolled onto
his back, his eyes shut tight. "Did..did I hurt you or
something?"
"No..you didn't hurt me at all, angelface. I was..I
was about to...lose control. God, I can't believe it. I
haven't come that close to losing it since I was a
teenage boy." He smiled up at her. "See, that's what
YOU do to me."
She felt a wave of feminine power come over her. Just
knowing that she'd been the one to drive him to the
brink of...the brink of...well, whatever...was exciting her
even more.
He could see she was starting to gain confidence, and
he decided to see if she was ready for something a
little more intimate.
Urging her onto her back, he stroked her touseled
hair back from her face and kissed her quickly. As he
did, he moved his hand down and gently wedged it
between her thighs.
She tensed, and he pulled away to whisper in her
ear. "Please, love..please...I want to touch you, too."
His gentleness and soft words seduced her into relaxing
the vise clamp she'd made of her thighs. Opening them
just a little, she allowed his fingers to slip in and touch
her in the most intimate place on her body.
He resumed his attentions to her breasts, sucking and
licking her nipples, until she was wet and loose between
her legs.
Using one finger, he carefully located her clitoris and began
to rub it gently, slowly, as he continued to nurse at her
breast.
Buffy was then knocked flat by a wave of the most intense
pleasure she'd felt so far. It radiated from her inner core,
and flowed out through all her muscles, making her skin
tingle and her hips jerk upwards, seeking....something more.
She was moaning and sighing, her head thrashing back
and forth on the pillow. So engrossed was she in this new
sensation, she barely felt him leave her breast and move
down in the bed. Pushing her legs a little farther apart, he
kissed her inner thighs, and nuzzled the neatly trimmed
patch of soft curls that guarded her sex.
Her scent was intoxicating, like nothing he'd ever smelled
before, and he wanted to wallow in it, to lose himself in
it. And if her scent was this sweet...how wonderful would
she taste?
He had to know...couldn't wait another second to find out.
With her legs splayed wantonly apart, she felt him begin
to apply his tongue to the cleft of her sex. He slid it wetly
up and down, licking up all the moisture her body was
producing for him.
Digging her heel's into the mattress, Buffy lifted her hips,
trying to rub herself against him in the right place, that
wonderfully pleasureable place he'd been touching with
the tip of his finger.
"Pleaseohpleaseohplease..." she whined, wanting it so
desperately it was nearly painful.
She didn't know how to ask, but he didn't need to be
asked to know what it was she needed. Lifting her with
his hands beneath the soft flesh of her bottom, he plunged
his tongue into her, then began to slide it in and out, only
pausing to suck on that hot little button that was driving
her mad.
"So sweet," he whispered, licking her with broad strokes
of his tongue. "So sweet and juicy...like fruit...ripe and
tangy..on my tongue."
Her breathing was escalating almost to the point of
hyperventilation.
He leaned down again and sucked on her clit, then
used one finger to just lightly rub her labia, careful not
to probe it too deeply.
Desperate for release, she writhed and twisted in
his hold, using her own hands to help by sliding her
fingers into his curls and pressing him down harder.
Orgasm hit her suddenly, making her scream, making
her hips lunge upwards as he clamped his mouth
around her and sucked as hard as he could, rubbing
her clit with his tongue.
As she began to relax, to force herself to loosen
the grip she had taken with her thighs, she made
a hazy decision to never, ever, leave this bed again.
Not as long as he was in it with her.
~~~~~~~~~~
Loving so warm, moving so right
Closing our eyes, and feeling the light
We'll just go on burning bright
Somewhere in the night.....
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TBC....
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