Lie In 7.16
Title: Lie In
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.16
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 32 Sunlight
Word Count: 2595
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ever have one of those days where you don’t want to get out of bed?
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Reflections from the Past
Dawn had broken out several hours ago and the sunlight was still struggling to find its way into a soft cocoon of blankets. Robert was the first to wake. He breathed deeply, letting the air out in a happy sigh. He peered down at the curly hair that was lying against his chest and gently nudged the sleeping man who lay half on top of him. All he got for an answer was a sleepy gurgle and fingers tightening around his waist. “Alan, it’s morning.”
“Dun wanna…”
Robert tenderly ran his fingers through Alan’s curls and felt Alan smile against him and the warmth of a tongue licking against his skin. He closed his eyes for a minute and when he opened them again, Alan was looking up at him. “Time to get up.”
Alan shook his head, making sure his hair brushed Robert’s chest. “Nope. Staying right here.”
“It’s past 10.”
“So? Play is done. Filming is done. No engagements today. And I like my pillow.” He rested his cheek more firmly on Robert’s stomach.
Robert chuckled. Alan was right; they had no reason to get up. Maybe they could be lazy for a day, just enjoy each other. He traced Alan’s spine as far down as he could reach. “Get up here.” Alan scooted upwards, Robert keeping his hand still as skin slid beneath it, finally able to squeeze his ass as their lips met. Neither man were hard, both just content to kiss with lips and fingers, feeling each other up and down the familiar paths.
Alan kissed Robert’s ear, then licked the sensitive skin behind it, feeling Robert squirm and tilt his head to the side. Alan was able to get a better angle and smiled, trailing his tongue along the hairline, tasting salt and hearing quick breaths in his own ear.
While Alan was occupied with trying to drive him crazy, Robert hooked his legs behind Alan’s and shivered, on the verge of tipping into insanity. But in a good way, that made him want more more more. With Alan pinned to him, he jerked his hips upwards, searching for friction and ready to change things up a gear or three.
Just to tease him, normally Alan would have lifted up out of his reach, but this time, a strong pair of legs was tangled with his and an arm across his back, fingernails rubbing up and down his spine, keeping him in place. Robert rubbed against him again, slowly, as if to say ‘I’ve got you right where I want you.’ So Alan blew on the still-damp skin and matched Robert’s thrust, pleased to hear a surprised gasp. “Serves you right for playing dirty!”
Robert's face opened into a huge smile and he ran his leg down Alan's, resting it against the back of his calf and nuzzling his face into Alan's neck. They were all wrapped up around each other and neither seemed tempted to release their present hold. Only the sound of Alan's tummy rumbling broke the tension and heat that was welling up between them.
"Hungry?"
"You did wear me out last night, but I always want more."
Robert tickled him, laughing at the smart-ass response he received from the man currently pinned to him. "I can try to satisfy your appetite, maybe with a biscuit?" Robert used his most innocent voice, knowing that Alan would follow through.
"Oh a biscuit sounds nice, let's go." Alan tried to free himself from the human lobster that was attached to him, and was immediately pulled back into the soft bedding and the ever-hardening body.
"Not so fast, mister. This is what I had in mind…" Robert opened his mouth wide and settled on Alan's shoulder, leaving small nips and kisses along the way. He loosened his grip on Alan enough to start inching down Alan's body, but was stopped by a mouth to his ear.
“I have a better idea," Alan whispered.
Robert almost came right then and there. The heat. The passion. It did not matter what Alan had said, he was just vibrating with energy and anything, even the day's shopping list, might release it. His head started to spin. He knew what he wanted. He wanted what they had had several nights ago. He truly understood what connection was; he had never felt more a part of Alan than when Alan was in him, driving him forward to some welcome end. He wanted to feel that alive again, but his brain just stopped, unable to find words to tell Alan, to let him know that he was past the fear and the pain, that he was ready again. He felt Alan's steady breath against his ear, his head echoing with the sound of his heart pounding in his chest, and all the words he had ever read that were trite about love and commitment flowed through his brain. Robert tried to grasp one or two, to make Alan know how much he wanted, not just sex, but everything. Words then tumbled from Robert's lips before he had a chance to really know what he was saying: "I am your fairy tale. Your dream. Your wishes and desires. And I am your thirst and your hunger and your food and your drink."
Alan stopped and looked quizzically at Robert. He stared at him with curiosity and disbelief, trying to make out what he meant. "Come again?"
Robert gave him a very clear and easily understood response, "Please."
Alan laughed as he ran a hand down Robert's torso stopping at his hip. He pressed his fingers into it, massaging the muscle and heard Robert pant just a little. He looked up and one of Robert's arms was flopping towards the nightstand, trying to pull it open. The sight distracted Alan for a few seconds, eyes transfixed as the drawer opened slightly, and he bit his lip as a cheer nearly escaped:
Fuck 'em, fuck em all!
United, West Ham, Liverpool,
We are the Arsenal, we are the best,
We are the Arsenal, fuck the rest!
He leaned forward and kissed Robert hard, drowning out the scads of Arsenal fans chanting in his head. Refocusing on the target, so to speak, Alan ran his hands back down Robert’s sides, preparing to flip positions, when he felt the lubricant pressed into his hand. He stared at it as if it had slipped accidentally to land in his palm, then looked at Robert, who nodded, bright eyes twinkling up at him. Alan nodded back and sat up, squeezing out a dollop onto two fingers, then slid them one at a time slowly into Robert.
Robert tensed for a second and then relaxed into the invasion. His eyes fluttered closed and he zeroed his mind in on Alan's fingers and the dance they were doing as they winded and prepared him. Robert resisted the urge to speed Alan up and pull him tightly to his chest. Instead he clutched the sheets and pressed down onto the well-lubricated digits.
Alan regretfully removed his fingers and sat back on his heels, rolling a condom on. He closed his eyes and tried to think unsexy thoughts, his body so awash with desire that he was afraid things would be over with much too soon. Steadying himself, he leaned forward over Robert and met his entrance, sliding inside. He felt Robert clench and looked up. “Okay, Love?” He received a nod, so he slowly slid the rest of the way in, continuing to watch his face as the creases on Robert’s forehead slowly faded and he relaxed, losing himself in the moment. Alan wanted to freeze this moment forever. He had no idea how things would be a year from now, but he knew he wanted it to be just like this: Robert, playful, letting his guard down, letting Alan into his very protected heart. Alan slowly moved in and out, his hips seeking an agreeable pace, not painfully slow like his head wanted, to feel everything and experience every tremor and gasp, ignoring his libido that just wanted to rush headlong into conclusion, craving the rush of energy and then the afterglow, to become wrapped around Robert, dozing blissfully.
Leaning forward, his hands resting in the bedding, he felt Robert's hand on his back, fingers tapping in time to their rhythm, helping Alan to concentrate and not loose the rhythm. Slowly, with Robert's help, he regained the tattered remains of his self-control. Licking his lip and tasting the sharp metallic sting of blood, he looked up and saw Robert's eyes, at half-mast, looking directly at him. He smiled and leaned down a little closer, his rhythm faltering a little as he readjusted, and then finding his pace again. He felt Robert tense and relax underneath him. "You do have fab ideas."
Robert was confused, Alan’s words dragging him from the warm happy place where he was being wrapped in shrouds of pleasure, and he shook his head. "And here I was thinking the same thing." Pressing his fingers harder into Alan, gripping his waist, he started to roll his hips in time to Alan, allowing him just a little deeper.
Alan looked into Robert's shinning eyes and he felt a little self-conscious, not prepared to see that much emotion when their eyes met. Hanging his head, he pressed in again and became aware of Robert threading a hand though his hair and pulling him into a gentle kiss. Time and space seemed to stop, and Alan turned his head to nuzzle into Robert's neck, leaving a little nip for good measure. Arms slipped around his back and he was pulled in tighter, desperately. Then he heard a sharp intake of air from his partner as he grazed over a particularly sensitive spot.
It all became too much, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Robert tried to say Alan’s name, but he couldn’t close his mouth enough to speak properly. “Aaaannn!” He arched up, closing his eyes against the white light that stole his vision and, when it was gone, left him feeling boneless. He felt Alan shifting over him, brushing against him…When he was finally able to call upon the strength needed to open his eyes again, Alan was laying next to him, watching, looking just as relaxed as Robert felt.
"I think that was better then a biscuit,” Robert finally said.
Alan laughed. "Are you sure about that? Even one with honey?"
Robert rolled his eyes and laughed. "Well, the honey makes it close." He kissed the top of Alan’s head when Alan rested it on his chest. “Order in?”
"I have some takeaway menus in the nightstand. We can call in a few."
"That must be a magical drawer. What else do you have in it?" Robert tried to sit up, leaning towards the dresser.
Alan wrestled him back down and kissed his chest, a small laugh escaping his lips. "I like to be prepared, have everything at arms length." He reached across Robert and pulled him in tighter.
***
A half-hour and much cuddling later, there was a knock on the door, announcing that their Thai food had arrived. “Dare you to answer the door naked,” Robert called to Alan, watching him hurry to retrieve a robe.
“Only if you come out and join me,” Alan said as he ducked around the bedroom door, knowing that would shut him up. He returned a moment later, the takeout boxes of food arranged on a tray. Robert scooted to the edge of the bed to make room and propped himself up on an elbow. Alan set the tray down and lay next to it on top of the covers, facing Robert.
Robert was disappointed that Alan had kept his robe on, but it was probably better this way if he wanted to concentrate on eating. He helped open up the cartons and Alan handed him a pair of chopsticks. He stared at the pieces of wood for a moment before breaking them apart and trying to remember how to use them.
Alan poured some red curry over his rice and watched Robert adjust his chopsticks and try to pick up some Pad Thai noodles with them.
Robert was getting frustrated, trying to hide how annoyed he was getting with each noodle that slipped away, when one appeared in his line of vision. He looked up at Alan, who had his arm extended, dangling a noodle in front of him. He started to protest that he could feed himself, but Alan only smiled and moved the food closer. Robert sighed and snatched the food with a flick of his tongue. He made a few more attempts at his own food before giving up. “Going to go get a fork.”
Alan stopped Robert with a hand on his arm. “Stay.” He offered him a bite of rice.
“Quicker if I can feed myself,” Robert protested, but took the offered rice anyway.
“I like feeding you. In a hurry or something?”
Robert glanced down Alan’s body, checking out the length of leg that peeked out from the folds of the robe. “Or something.”
“Behave. I’m not ready for round two yet.” He held out more rice and ate a few bites himself as Robert slowly chewed. He dug around in one of the boxes. “Here, try one of these.” He held out a spring roll, but pulled it back when Robert made a grab for it with his fingers. “Open.”
Robert held a napkin under his mouth so he wouldn’t make a mess as he took a bite. He made a happy sound as he chewed and Alan took a smaller bite for himself, offering Robert the last little bit.
They took their time eating, managing to draw the meal out to over an hour long. Alan lowered the tray with empty cartons onto the floor, trying to remind himself not to tread on them when he got up. When Robert started to speak, Alan silenced him with a finger to his lips. “Not quite finished here.” He held up two fortune cookies in the palm of his hand, urging Robert to take one. “You do know,” he said once one of the cookies had been claimed, “that you have to add ‘in bed’ to the end of the fortunes, right?”
Robert had just about been ready to break his open, but paused. “What?”
“Just spicing things up. Use to do it tons when I was little.”
Robert gave Alan a doubtful look, but cracked open the cookie anyway. He squinted at the small red print before shaking his head and handing it to Alan to read.
“Embrace change; don't battle it.” Alan paused. “In bed. Oooh, kinky.” He gave Robert a wink, enjoying the spots of color that appeared on his cheekbones. He broke open his own, tossing both his and Robert’s cookie halves towards the tray on the floor. “Pray for what you want but steal what you need. In bed.” The look he gave Robert could only be described as predatory. “I know what I need, but what about you, Mr. Leonard?" He shivered as Robert reached out and slid his robe off of one shoulder.
Robert traced his fingers over a patch of sunlight that peeked out from the edges of the curtains to dance across Alan’s bared shoulder and neck. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over the skin. Leaning closer, he reached for the drawstrings that held Alan’s robe closed. Not taking his eyes from Alan’s face, he pulled.
7.17 Shampoo
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Victoria Station 7.16
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 32 Sunlight
Word Count: 2595
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ever have one of those days where you don’t want to get out of bed?
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Reflections from the Past
Dawn had broken out several hours ago and the sunlight was still struggling to find its way into a soft cocoon of blankets. Robert was the first to wake. He breathed deeply, letting the air out in a happy sigh. He peered down at the curly hair that was lying against his chest and gently nudged the sleeping man who lay half on top of him. All he got for an answer was a sleepy gurgle and fingers tightening around his waist. “Alan, it’s morning.”
“Dun wanna…”
Robert tenderly ran his fingers through Alan’s curls and felt Alan smile against him and the warmth of a tongue licking against his skin. He closed his eyes for a minute and when he opened them again, Alan was looking up at him. “Time to get up.”
Alan shook his head, making sure his hair brushed Robert’s chest. “Nope. Staying right here.”
“It’s past 10.”
“So? Play is done. Filming is done. No engagements today. And I like my pillow.” He rested his cheek more firmly on Robert’s stomach.
Robert chuckled. Alan was right; they had no reason to get up. Maybe they could be lazy for a day, just enjoy each other. He traced Alan’s spine as far down as he could reach. “Get up here.” Alan scooted upwards, Robert keeping his hand still as skin slid beneath it, finally able to squeeze his ass as their lips met. Neither man were hard, both just content to kiss with lips and fingers, feeling each other up and down the familiar paths.
Alan kissed Robert’s ear, then licked the sensitive skin behind it, feeling Robert squirm and tilt his head to the side. Alan was able to get a better angle and smiled, trailing his tongue along the hairline, tasting salt and hearing quick breaths in his own ear.
While Alan was occupied with trying to drive him crazy, Robert hooked his legs behind Alan’s and shivered, on the verge of tipping into insanity. But in a good way, that made him want more more more. With Alan pinned to him, he jerked his hips upwards, searching for friction and ready to change things up a gear or three.
Just to tease him, normally Alan would have lifted up out of his reach, but this time, a strong pair of legs was tangled with his and an arm across his back, fingernails rubbing up and down his spine, keeping him in place. Robert rubbed against him again, slowly, as if to say ‘I’ve got you right where I want you.’ So Alan blew on the still-damp skin and matched Robert’s thrust, pleased to hear a surprised gasp. “Serves you right for playing dirty!”
Robert's face opened into a huge smile and he ran his leg down Alan's, resting it against the back of his calf and nuzzling his face into Alan's neck. They were all wrapped up around each other and neither seemed tempted to release their present hold. Only the sound of Alan's tummy rumbling broke the tension and heat that was welling up between them.
"Hungry?"
"You did wear me out last night, but I always want more."
Robert tickled him, laughing at the smart-ass response he received from the man currently pinned to him. "I can try to satisfy your appetite, maybe with a biscuit?" Robert used his most innocent voice, knowing that Alan would follow through.
"Oh a biscuit sounds nice, let's go." Alan tried to free himself from the human lobster that was attached to him, and was immediately pulled back into the soft bedding and the ever-hardening body.
"Not so fast, mister. This is what I had in mind…" Robert opened his mouth wide and settled on Alan's shoulder, leaving small nips and kisses along the way. He loosened his grip on Alan enough to start inching down Alan's body, but was stopped by a mouth to his ear.
“I have a better idea," Alan whispered.
Robert almost came right then and there. The heat. The passion. It did not matter what Alan had said, he was just vibrating with energy and anything, even the day's shopping list, might release it. His head started to spin. He knew what he wanted. He wanted what they had had several nights ago. He truly understood what connection was; he had never felt more a part of Alan than when Alan was in him, driving him forward to some welcome end. He wanted to feel that alive again, but his brain just stopped, unable to find words to tell Alan, to let him know that he was past the fear and the pain, that he was ready again. He felt Alan's steady breath against his ear, his head echoing with the sound of his heart pounding in his chest, and all the words he had ever read that were trite about love and commitment flowed through his brain. Robert tried to grasp one or two, to make Alan know how much he wanted, not just sex, but everything. Words then tumbled from Robert's lips before he had a chance to really know what he was saying: "I am your fairy tale. Your dream. Your wishes and desires. And I am your thirst and your hunger and your food and your drink."
Alan stopped and looked quizzically at Robert. He stared at him with curiosity and disbelief, trying to make out what he meant. "Come again?"
Robert gave him a very clear and easily understood response, "Please."
Alan laughed as he ran a hand down Robert's torso stopping at his hip. He pressed his fingers into it, massaging the muscle and heard Robert pant just a little. He looked up and one of Robert's arms was flopping towards the nightstand, trying to pull it open. The sight distracted Alan for a few seconds, eyes transfixed as the drawer opened slightly, and he bit his lip as a cheer nearly escaped:
Fuck 'em, fuck em all!
United, West Ham, Liverpool,
We are the Arsenal, we are the best,
We are the Arsenal, fuck the rest!
He leaned forward and kissed Robert hard, drowning out the scads of Arsenal fans chanting in his head. Refocusing on the target, so to speak, Alan ran his hands back down Robert’s sides, preparing to flip positions, when he felt the lubricant pressed into his hand. He stared at it as if it had slipped accidentally to land in his palm, then looked at Robert, who nodded, bright eyes twinkling up at him. Alan nodded back and sat up, squeezing out a dollop onto two fingers, then slid them one at a time slowly into Robert.
Robert tensed for a second and then relaxed into the invasion. His eyes fluttered closed and he zeroed his mind in on Alan's fingers and the dance they were doing as they winded and prepared him. Robert resisted the urge to speed Alan up and pull him tightly to his chest. Instead he clutched the sheets and pressed down onto the well-lubricated digits.
Alan regretfully removed his fingers and sat back on his heels, rolling a condom on. He closed his eyes and tried to think unsexy thoughts, his body so awash with desire that he was afraid things would be over with much too soon. Steadying himself, he leaned forward over Robert and met his entrance, sliding inside. He felt Robert clench and looked up. “Okay, Love?” He received a nod, so he slowly slid the rest of the way in, continuing to watch his face as the creases on Robert’s forehead slowly faded and he relaxed, losing himself in the moment. Alan wanted to freeze this moment forever. He had no idea how things would be a year from now, but he knew he wanted it to be just like this: Robert, playful, letting his guard down, letting Alan into his very protected heart. Alan slowly moved in and out, his hips seeking an agreeable pace, not painfully slow like his head wanted, to feel everything and experience every tremor and gasp, ignoring his libido that just wanted to rush headlong into conclusion, craving the rush of energy and then the afterglow, to become wrapped around Robert, dozing blissfully.
Leaning forward, his hands resting in the bedding, he felt Robert's hand on his back, fingers tapping in time to their rhythm, helping Alan to concentrate and not loose the rhythm. Slowly, with Robert's help, he regained the tattered remains of his self-control. Licking his lip and tasting the sharp metallic sting of blood, he looked up and saw Robert's eyes, at half-mast, looking directly at him. He smiled and leaned down a little closer, his rhythm faltering a little as he readjusted, and then finding his pace again. He felt Robert tense and relax underneath him. "You do have fab ideas."
Robert was confused, Alan’s words dragging him from the warm happy place where he was being wrapped in shrouds of pleasure, and he shook his head. "And here I was thinking the same thing." Pressing his fingers harder into Alan, gripping his waist, he started to roll his hips in time to Alan, allowing him just a little deeper.
Alan looked into Robert's shinning eyes and he felt a little self-conscious, not prepared to see that much emotion when their eyes met. Hanging his head, he pressed in again and became aware of Robert threading a hand though his hair and pulling him into a gentle kiss. Time and space seemed to stop, and Alan turned his head to nuzzle into Robert's neck, leaving a little nip for good measure. Arms slipped around his back and he was pulled in tighter, desperately. Then he heard a sharp intake of air from his partner as he grazed over a particularly sensitive spot.
It all became too much, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Robert tried to say Alan’s name, but he couldn’t close his mouth enough to speak properly. “Aaaannn!” He arched up, closing his eyes against the white light that stole his vision and, when it was gone, left him feeling boneless. He felt Alan shifting over him, brushing against him…When he was finally able to call upon the strength needed to open his eyes again, Alan was laying next to him, watching, looking just as relaxed as Robert felt.
"I think that was better then a biscuit,” Robert finally said.
Alan laughed. "Are you sure about that? Even one with honey?"
Robert rolled his eyes and laughed. "Well, the honey makes it close." He kissed the top of Alan’s head when Alan rested it on his chest. “Order in?”
"I have some takeaway menus in the nightstand. We can call in a few."
"That must be a magical drawer. What else do you have in it?" Robert tried to sit up, leaning towards the dresser.
Alan wrestled him back down and kissed his chest, a small laugh escaping his lips. "I like to be prepared, have everything at arms length." He reached across Robert and pulled him in tighter.
***
A half-hour and much cuddling later, there was a knock on the door, announcing that their Thai food had arrived. “Dare you to answer the door naked,” Robert called to Alan, watching him hurry to retrieve a robe.
“Only if you come out and join me,” Alan said as he ducked around the bedroom door, knowing that would shut him up. He returned a moment later, the takeout boxes of food arranged on a tray. Robert scooted to the edge of the bed to make room and propped himself up on an elbow. Alan set the tray down and lay next to it on top of the covers, facing Robert.
Robert was disappointed that Alan had kept his robe on, but it was probably better this way if he wanted to concentrate on eating. He helped open up the cartons and Alan handed him a pair of chopsticks. He stared at the pieces of wood for a moment before breaking them apart and trying to remember how to use them.
Alan poured some red curry over his rice and watched Robert adjust his chopsticks and try to pick up some Pad Thai noodles with them.
Robert was getting frustrated, trying to hide how annoyed he was getting with each noodle that slipped away, when one appeared in his line of vision. He looked up at Alan, who had his arm extended, dangling a noodle in front of him. He started to protest that he could feed himself, but Alan only smiled and moved the food closer. Robert sighed and snatched the food with a flick of his tongue. He made a few more attempts at his own food before giving up. “Going to go get a fork.”
Alan stopped Robert with a hand on his arm. “Stay.” He offered him a bite of rice.
“Quicker if I can feed myself,” Robert protested, but took the offered rice anyway.
“I like feeding you. In a hurry or something?”
Robert glanced down Alan’s body, checking out the length of leg that peeked out from the folds of the robe. “Or something.”
“Behave. I’m not ready for round two yet.” He held out more rice and ate a few bites himself as Robert slowly chewed. He dug around in one of the boxes. “Here, try one of these.” He held out a spring roll, but pulled it back when Robert made a grab for it with his fingers. “Open.”
Robert held a napkin under his mouth so he wouldn’t make a mess as he took a bite. He made a happy sound as he chewed and Alan took a smaller bite for himself, offering Robert the last little bit.
They took their time eating, managing to draw the meal out to over an hour long. Alan lowered the tray with empty cartons onto the floor, trying to remind himself not to tread on them when he got up. When Robert started to speak, Alan silenced him with a finger to his lips. “Not quite finished here.” He held up two fortune cookies in the palm of his hand, urging Robert to take one. “You do know,” he said once one of the cookies had been claimed, “that you have to add ‘in bed’ to the end of the fortunes, right?”
Robert had just about been ready to break his open, but paused. “What?”
“Just spicing things up. Use to do it tons when I was little.”
Robert gave Alan a doubtful look, but cracked open the cookie anyway. He squinted at the small red print before shaking his head and handing it to Alan to read.
“Embrace change; don't battle it.” Alan paused. “In bed. Oooh, kinky.” He gave Robert a wink, enjoying the spots of color that appeared on his cheekbones. He broke open his own, tossing both his and Robert’s cookie halves towards the tray on the floor. “Pray for what you want but steal what you need. In bed.” The look he gave Robert could only be described as predatory. “I know what I need, but what about you, Mr. Leonard?" He shivered as Robert reached out and slid his robe off of one shoulder.
Robert traced his fingers over a patch of sunlight that peeked out from the edges of the curtains to dance across Alan’s bared shoulder and neck. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over the skin. Leaning closer, he reached for the drawstrings that held Alan’s robe closed. Not taking his eyes from Alan’s face, he pulled.
7.17 Shampoo