Save Me (Part 7c)
Title: Save Me
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Length: Undetermined
Summary: Kim Jaejoong is on the run from his crazed ex-husband and Lieutenant Jung Yunho is the only one standing between him and an uncertain fate. Will Yunho be his savior...or will his rescue come too late?
This kiss was even hotter than the first, which he never would’ve thought possible at the time but was glad to be proven wrong. It always amazed him how much could be said in a single kiss. Jaejoong might not be the most vocal person but Yunho had no doubt that Jaejoong wanted him as much as he wanted Jaejoong.
The kiss had to end at some point - and now that both their lips were swollen and raw was as good a time as any, he figured - so he allowed himself a small amount of haste as he once again kissed his way down Jaejoong’s body, not stopping until he reached the waistband of his pajama bottoms. He paused only long enough to remove the garment before he proceeded to take Jaejoong’s full length into his mouth.
Jaejoong bucked off the bed, his moan bouncing off the walls as he temporarily froze in a backward arch, so overwhelmed was he by the sensations coursing through his body. His orgasm was on the tip of his cock and it was all that he could do to hold it back. He couldn’t remember ever being so hard in his life, ever needing to come so badly. Yunho’s mouth felt like an oven as it worked up and down his shaft, pushing him to the brink he was fighting so valiantly to keep from toppling over. He knew that if he could just restrain himself a little longer, there was an even better climax waiting for him once they were joined.
Yunho swirled his tongue around Jaejoong’s thick head one last time before he came completely off, replacing his mouth with his hand as he took a breather.
He smiled to himself as he looked down at Jaejoong, eyes squeezed shut, chest rising and falling rapidly while he panted shallow breaths, his pelvis occasionally lurching into Yunho’s grip.
It was an awesome sight to behold.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, surprised to hear his voice come out low and husky. He wet his lips, unable to resist savoring the slight muskiness of Jaejoong’s essence that still lingered on his tongue. He gently applied pressure around Jaejoong’s cock when he didn’t answer, his own erection growing impossibly bigger when Jaejoong groaned. Fuck, his sex sounds were hot.
“Y..Yes,” Jaejoong finally uttered, wetting his dry lips with an equally dry tongue. “It feels so good.”
The way “good” was slightly stressed and ended on a sigh had Yunho on the brink of exploding in his pants.
Enough was enough. He’d wanted to take this slow, to stretch it out before they finally came together, and he had, but torturing himself had not been part of the bargain.
Releasing Jaejoong’s shaft, he shifted around and removed his sweats, balling them up and throwing them on the ground beside the bed. He started to lay down beside Jaejoong, started to reach for him again, when he remembered that all important sex aid. He would use his mouth if he had to, he decided: all he knew was that he was not getting off the bed.
“Jaejoong? Do you…”
Without opening his eyes, Jaejoong whispered, “Top draw.”
His body was in a half-sated, half-slumber state. He was still rock hard and more than ready for Yunho but what he’d received so far had all but fried his nerves. He could barely think, much less move. Although, if he was completely honest with himself, the main reason he didn’t bother to open his eyes was to hide his embarrassment. The fact that he had what Yunho had asked for was a clear indication that he’d thought of and prepared for what they were about to do in advance. There was nothing wrong with that but… He was just shy where Yunho was concerned. Especially where sex with Yunho was concerned.
“Jaejoong?”
“Yes?” He still didn’t open his eyes but his cheeks colored slightly as he pictured a self-satisfied grin on Yunho’s face.
Gentle hands framed his face.
“Look at me.”
He shook his head stubbornly, brow furrowing slightly.
He felt Yunho’s weight lower onto his body again, felt him settle between his thighs, and his heart skipped a beat as excitement and anticipation coursed through him.
Yunho dropped tender kisses onto his lips and along his jaw.
“Open your beautiful eyes,” he whispered. “I want to see them.”
His tone was so soft yet beseeching that Jaejoong immediately complied, becoming instantly mesmerized by the gentle devotion he saw reflected back at him.
Yunho gripped Jaejoong’s hips firmly, aligning himself with his entrance.
“I want to look into your eyes while I…”
He thrust forward, steadily pushing past the first ring of resistance until he started sinking, sucked into Jaejoong’s hot depth.
There was fire in his lungs, fire in his stomach, fire in his… If spontaneous combustion was humanly possible then he was one flicker away from exploding. Jaejoong had to remind himself to breathe and as he took a big gulp of air, he felt Yunho slip even deeper.
“Kiss me,” he blurted.
Wait, what? Where did that come from?
Heeding the invitation, Yunho swooped down with such speed that he rocked Jaejoong onto the small of his back, effectively anchoring himself another inch further in.
The kiss was a swordplay of tongues, both battling for control. Yunho acquiesced and let Jaejoong take the lead, becoming further aroused by his surprising show of dominance. While Jaejoong plundered his mouth, he began moving down below, allowing himself to slip out an inch, then slide back in; recede another two inches, then dive home.
Yunho tried to keep it slow and steady, later he would swear by it, but there was just something about being with Jaejoong, inside him, that made him lose his head. Whether it was pheromones or some other chemical thing, he didn’t know. Maybe it was the way Jaejoong looked: his pale skin flushed and covered with a thin sheen of perspiration, his dark eyes heavy-lidded but glued to Yunho’s, full lips red and pouty. A porcelain feast for his eyes, mouth and body. Or maybe it was the way he felt: hot, tight and hungry, the muscles of his inner walls doing their best to hold Yunho inside him whenever he retreated, milking his orgasm in the process. Perhaps it was the smell of sex in the air, a comingling of the unique scents of both their arousals.
Or maybe it was the fact that he lo…
Just then, Jaejoong clenched around him and he broke the kiss, throwing his head back with a mighty groan while he slammed hard into Jaejoong on a downward thrust.
Jaejoong grunted in return and Yunho immediately felt regretful, wondering if he had hurt him.
“I’m sorry,” he said brokenly, struggling to catch his breath, which was proving to be nigh impossible with his orgasm just on the tip of his deeply-seated member. “I’m trying to…take it slow but… Gah, you feel so damn good.”
Yunho’s already limited breath all but disappeared when Jaejoong lifted his legs and tucked his heels into Yunho’s sides, rearing up to grab his buttocks firmly with both hands.
Would this beautiful man ever stop surprising him?
The thought had no sooner finished passing through his mind than Jaejoong fused their lips again.
With Jaejoong’s unspoken permission, Yunho released the reins of his control and let his lust take over.
He rode Jaejoong fast and furious and Jaejoong met him thrust for thrust. Their mouths were equally rough and ravenous but despite the stinging sensitivity he was sure that Jaejoong felt since he felt it too, they continued to try to devour each other in every way possible.
When finally Jaejoong erupted between them on one particularly deep stroke, his powerful orgasm shooting streams of hot liquid as high as both their chests, Yunho allowed Jaejoong’s muscle contractions to push him over the edge, bottoming deep and releasing his own hot seed inside Jaejoong’s tunnel.
When the spasms of orgasm finally released him from its grip, Yunho collapsed on top of Jaejoong, damp, breathless and completely spent. He could hear Jaejoong’s heart pounding beneath his ear as he fought to control his breathing as well. He didn’t know where Jaejoong got the strength to lift a hand and stroke his hair but it felt nice and he found himself unconsciously nudging his head into Jaejoong’s touch like a puppy seeking affection from its master.
They stayed like that for quite a while, neither one in any hurry to break the connection.
Eventually, Yunho stirred, worried that he might be squashing Jaejoong. When he shifted in the cradle of Jaejoong’s spread thighs and saw him wince slightly, he knew that he was right. He slowly withdrew from Jaejoong’s body, limp but not fully deflated, kissed Jaejoong softly on the lips, then climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
Jaejoong watched him go, unable to resist tracing the curves of his body with hungry eyes, his gaze lingering on the firm globes of his shapely derriere. When Yunho walked back in, his semi-erect sex jutting proudly out from his body, Jaejoong felt an answering twitch in his own member, his mouth flooding with saliva as his hunger intensified.
However, his hunger abated slightly, gaze softening, warming, as he saw the damp towel in Yunho’s hand. Jaejoong’s eyes followed Yunho as he reached out and began wiping the traces of their lovemaking off of his body, unintentionally stirring Jaejoong’s desire back to life under his thorough ministrations.
When Jaejoong was clean, not a drop of spunk left on him, Yunho made quick work of repeating the process on his own body before throwing the towel on the ground to join their clothes and climbing back into bed beside Jaejoong.
He kissed him softly, slowly, but ended it quickly before they lost their heads again. Both of their arousals were obvious at this point and he could’ve easily made love to Jaejoong until the sun came up like he had the last time, but what he wanted most was to simply be with him. To hold him while he slept, to know that he would be there in the morning, to see him as soon as he opened his eyes when he woke up. He had no doubt that they would make love again before the sun rose, or shortly after, but there was no need to rush. He was positive that Jaejoong had taken all of that into consideration when he’d asked him to stay. So for now, he would simply enjoy the things he had taken for granted the last time.
Pulling the covers over them, he wrapped his arms around Jaejoong and closed his eyes, allowing his heat and the lingering scent of what they’d just shared to lull him to sleep.
Jaejoong’s eyes flew open and he stayed still a minute while he tried to orient himself.
He was in his bed, lying on his back staring up at the ceiling. He could feel Yunho beside him, his mind not needing time to recall their thorough lovemaking prior to falling asleep. From his deep breathing, he could tell that Yunho was out cold. It was no surprise really, considering that he’d probably had a long day.
Something had woken him but he wasn’t sure what. Yunho was sound asleep so clearly whatever had woken him hadn’t registered in Yunho’s sleep fogged brain.
Perhaps it was because he wasn’t used to having someone in bed with him. Yunho did have his arm draped possessively across his waist after all.
And yet…he didn’t think that was it.
Something had sounded an alarm in his head and jolted him out of his sleep. He told himself that he was probably being paranoid but he still couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
He glanced over at Yunho, his mouth opening to speak the words on the tip of his tongue, but when he saw how peaceful he looked, how relaxed and carefree he was while he slumbered, the words died. He couldn’t wake him up. Yunho sacrificed so much for the people he served and protected, especially Jaejoong. He needed as much rest as he could possibly get.
Especially if there’s going to be any chance for a repeat of the before-sleep bed activities, a little voice teased.
Deciding that he was probably imagining things, Jaejoong slid out from under the covers and Yunho’s arm. He grabbed a t-shirt and sweats off the floor, not sure if it was his or Yunho’s - although, technically they were all his, he reminded himself - and dragged them on quickly. He was just rounding the bed when Yunho stirred.
“Where are you going?” he asked gruffly, peering at Jaejoong through bleary eyes.
Jaejoong smiled. “Just going for a glass of water. I’ll be quick. Go back to sleep.”
Yunho grunted again and rolled onto his side, his gaze just catching a glimpse of the bedside clock before his eyes drifted shut again.
3:25. Lots of time before the sun comes up, he thought right before he succumbed to sleep once more.
Jaejoong slowly made his way down the hall to the staircase, yawning and wiping a hand over his tired face. He was halfway down the staircase when he felt it.
There was a shift in the air, a tension. A presence. Something was very wrong.
His eyes immediately swung to the front door but nothing seemed to have been disturbed.
He briefly considered running back upstairs to wake Yunho but didn’t want to risk disturbing his sleep if it turned out that he was indeed just being paranoid.
For what seemed like an eternity, he stood in the middle of the staircase considering the pros and cons of both continuing down the stairs and going back where he’d come from.
Finally, he decided to be brave and face his fear. Taking a deep breath, he proceeded down the stairs until his feet touched the solid wood flooring of the foyer. He looked around again, peering closely at the windows, allowing himself to relax when he saw that everything was intact.
He walked to the front door and looked through the small window.
The police car was right where it had been when they’d gone to bed.
Releasing a pent up breath he hadn’t been aware he’d been holding, he turned and made his way around the corner to the kitchen. He poured a huge glass of water and drank it quickly, washed it and put it on the drying rack then started back the way he’d come.
He was at the foot of the stairs when something caught his eye.
He paused and looked again but saw nothing out of the ordinary. As he took a step towards the living room, however, he saw it again: a curtain blowing inward on the breeze that streamed through an open window.
His breath caught in his throat.
Open...
“Oh, God…” he breathed.
“Hello, love,” a voice spoke in his ear.
Jaejoong jumped and spun around, a hand going to his throat as he finally came face to face with the man who haunted him.
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Length: Undetermined
Summary: Kim Jaejoong is on the run from his crazed ex-husband and Lieutenant Jung Yunho is the only one standing between him and an uncertain fate. Will Yunho be his savior...or will his rescue come too late?
This kiss was even hotter than the first, which he never would’ve thought possible at the time but was glad to be proven wrong. It always amazed him how much could be said in a single kiss. Jaejoong might not be the most vocal person but Yunho had no doubt that Jaejoong wanted him as much as he wanted Jaejoong.
The kiss had to end at some point - and now that both their lips were swollen and raw was as good a time as any, he figured - so he allowed himself a small amount of haste as he once again kissed his way down Jaejoong’s body, not stopping until he reached the waistband of his pajama bottoms. He paused only long enough to remove the garment before he proceeded to take Jaejoong’s full length into his mouth.
Jaejoong bucked off the bed, his moan bouncing off the walls as he temporarily froze in a backward arch, so overwhelmed was he by the sensations coursing through his body. His orgasm was on the tip of his cock and it was all that he could do to hold it back. He couldn’t remember ever being so hard in his life, ever needing to come so badly. Yunho’s mouth felt like an oven as it worked up and down his shaft, pushing him to the brink he was fighting so valiantly to keep from toppling over. He knew that if he could just restrain himself a little longer, there was an even better climax waiting for him once they were joined.
Yunho swirled his tongue around Jaejoong’s thick head one last time before he came completely off, replacing his mouth with his hand as he took a breather.
He smiled to himself as he looked down at Jaejoong, eyes squeezed shut, chest rising and falling rapidly while he panted shallow breaths, his pelvis occasionally lurching into Yunho’s grip.
It was an awesome sight to behold.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, surprised to hear his voice come out low and husky. He wet his lips, unable to resist savoring the slight muskiness of Jaejoong’s essence that still lingered on his tongue. He gently applied pressure around Jaejoong’s cock when he didn’t answer, his own erection growing impossibly bigger when Jaejoong groaned. Fuck, his sex sounds were hot.
“Y..Yes,” Jaejoong finally uttered, wetting his dry lips with an equally dry tongue. “It feels so good.”
The way “good” was slightly stressed and ended on a sigh had Yunho on the brink of exploding in his pants.
Enough was enough. He’d wanted to take this slow, to stretch it out before they finally came together, and he had, but torturing himself had not been part of the bargain.
Releasing Jaejoong’s shaft, he shifted around and removed his sweats, balling them up and throwing them on the ground beside the bed. He started to lay down beside Jaejoong, started to reach for him again, when he remembered that all important sex aid. He would use his mouth if he had to, he decided: all he knew was that he was not getting off the bed.
“Jaejoong? Do you…”
Without opening his eyes, Jaejoong whispered, “Top draw.”
His body was in a half-sated, half-slumber state. He was still rock hard and more than ready for Yunho but what he’d received so far had all but fried his nerves. He could barely think, much less move. Although, if he was completely honest with himself, the main reason he didn’t bother to open his eyes was to hide his embarrassment. The fact that he had what Yunho had asked for was a clear indication that he’d thought of and prepared for what they were about to do in advance. There was nothing wrong with that but… He was just shy where Yunho was concerned. Especially where sex with Yunho was concerned.
“Jaejoong?”
“Yes?” He still didn’t open his eyes but his cheeks colored slightly as he pictured a self-satisfied grin on Yunho’s face.
Gentle hands framed his face.
“Look at me.”
He shook his head stubbornly, brow furrowing slightly.
He felt Yunho’s weight lower onto his body again, felt him settle between his thighs, and his heart skipped a beat as excitement and anticipation coursed through him.
Yunho dropped tender kisses onto his lips and along his jaw.
“Open your beautiful eyes,” he whispered. “I want to see them.”
His tone was so soft yet beseeching that Jaejoong immediately complied, becoming instantly mesmerized by the gentle devotion he saw reflected back at him.
Yunho gripped Jaejoong’s hips firmly, aligning himself with his entrance.
“I want to look into your eyes while I…”
He thrust forward, steadily pushing past the first ring of resistance until he started sinking, sucked into Jaejoong’s hot depth.
There was fire in his lungs, fire in his stomach, fire in his… If spontaneous combustion was humanly possible then he was one flicker away from exploding. Jaejoong had to remind himself to breathe and as he took a big gulp of air, he felt Yunho slip even deeper.
“Kiss me,” he blurted.
Wait, what? Where did that come from?
Heeding the invitation, Yunho swooped down with such speed that he rocked Jaejoong onto the small of his back, effectively anchoring himself another inch further in.
The kiss was a swordplay of tongues, both battling for control. Yunho acquiesced and let Jaejoong take the lead, becoming further aroused by his surprising show of dominance. While Jaejoong plundered his mouth, he began moving down below, allowing himself to slip out an inch, then slide back in; recede another two inches, then dive home.
Yunho tried to keep it slow and steady, later he would swear by it, but there was just something about being with Jaejoong, inside him, that made him lose his head. Whether it was pheromones or some other chemical thing, he didn’t know. Maybe it was the way Jaejoong looked: his pale skin flushed and covered with a thin sheen of perspiration, his dark eyes heavy-lidded but glued to Yunho’s, full lips red and pouty. A porcelain feast for his eyes, mouth and body. Or maybe it was the way he felt: hot, tight and hungry, the muscles of his inner walls doing their best to hold Yunho inside him whenever he retreated, milking his orgasm in the process. Perhaps it was the smell of sex in the air, a comingling of the unique scents of both their arousals.
Or maybe it was the fact that he lo…
Just then, Jaejoong clenched around him and he broke the kiss, throwing his head back with a mighty groan while he slammed hard into Jaejoong on a downward thrust.
Jaejoong grunted in return and Yunho immediately felt regretful, wondering if he had hurt him.
“I’m sorry,” he said brokenly, struggling to catch his breath, which was proving to be nigh impossible with his orgasm just on the tip of his deeply-seated member. “I’m trying to…take it slow but… Gah, you feel so damn good.”
Yunho’s already limited breath all but disappeared when Jaejoong lifted his legs and tucked his heels into Yunho’s sides, rearing up to grab his buttocks firmly with both hands.
Would this beautiful man ever stop surprising him?
The thought had no sooner finished passing through his mind than Jaejoong fused their lips again.
With Jaejoong’s unspoken permission, Yunho released the reins of his control and let his lust take over.
He rode Jaejoong fast and furious and Jaejoong met him thrust for thrust. Their mouths were equally rough and ravenous but despite the stinging sensitivity he was sure that Jaejoong felt since he felt it too, they continued to try to devour each other in every way possible.
When finally Jaejoong erupted between them on one particularly deep stroke, his powerful orgasm shooting streams of hot liquid as high as both their chests, Yunho allowed Jaejoong’s muscle contractions to push him over the edge, bottoming deep and releasing his own hot seed inside Jaejoong’s tunnel.
When the spasms of orgasm finally released him from its grip, Yunho collapsed on top of Jaejoong, damp, breathless and completely spent. He could hear Jaejoong’s heart pounding beneath his ear as he fought to control his breathing as well. He didn’t know where Jaejoong got the strength to lift a hand and stroke his hair but it felt nice and he found himself unconsciously nudging his head into Jaejoong’s touch like a puppy seeking affection from its master.
They stayed like that for quite a while, neither one in any hurry to break the connection.
Eventually, Yunho stirred, worried that he might be squashing Jaejoong. When he shifted in the cradle of Jaejoong’s spread thighs and saw him wince slightly, he knew that he was right. He slowly withdrew from Jaejoong’s body, limp but not fully deflated, kissed Jaejoong softly on the lips, then climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
Jaejoong watched him go, unable to resist tracing the curves of his body with hungry eyes, his gaze lingering on the firm globes of his shapely derriere. When Yunho walked back in, his semi-erect sex jutting proudly out from his body, Jaejoong felt an answering twitch in his own member, his mouth flooding with saliva as his hunger intensified.
However, his hunger abated slightly, gaze softening, warming, as he saw the damp towel in Yunho’s hand. Jaejoong’s eyes followed Yunho as he reached out and began wiping the traces of their lovemaking off of his body, unintentionally stirring Jaejoong’s desire back to life under his thorough ministrations.
When Jaejoong was clean, not a drop of spunk left on him, Yunho made quick work of repeating the process on his own body before throwing the towel on the ground to join their clothes and climbing back into bed beside Jaejoong.
He kissed him softly, slowly, but ended it quickly before they lost their heads again. Both of their arousals were obvious at this point and he could’ve easily made love to Jaejoong until the sun came up like he had the last time, but what he wanted most was to simply be with him. To hold him while he slept, to know that he would be there in the morning, to see him as soon as he opened his eyes when he woke up. He had no doubt that they would make love again before the sun rose, or shortly after, but there was no need to rush. He was positive that Jaejoong had taken all of that into consideration when he’d asked him to stay. So for now, he would simply enjoy the things he had taken for granted the last time.
Pulling the covers over them, he wrapped his arms around Jaejoong and closed his eyes, allowing his heat and the lingering scent of what they’d just shared to lull him to sleep.
Jaejoong’s eyes flew open and he stayed still a minute while he tried to orient himself.
He was in his bed, lying on his back staring up at the ceiling. He could feel Yunho beside him, his mind not needing time to recall their thorough lovemaking prior to falling asleep. From his deep breathing, he could tell that Yunho was out cold. It was no surprise really, considering that he’d probably had a long day.
Something had woken him but he wasn’t sure what. Yunho was sound asleep so clearly whatever had woken him hadn’t registered in Yunho’s sleep fogged brain.
Perhaps it was because he wasn’t used to having someone in bed with him. Yunho did have his arm draped possessively across his waist after all.
And yet…he didn’t think that was it.
Something had sounded an alarm in his head and jolted him out of his sleep. He told himself that he was probably being paranoid but he still couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
He glanced over at Yunho, his mouth opening to speak the words on the tip of his tongue, but when he saw how peaceful he looked, how relaxed and carefree he was while he slumbered, the words died. He couldn’t wake him up. Yunho sacrificed so much for the people he served and protected, especially Jaejoong. He needed as much rest as he could possibly get.
Especially if there’s going to be any chance for a repeat of the before-sleep bed activities, a little voice teased.
Deciding that he was probably imagining things, Jaejoong slid out from under the covers and Yunho’s arm. He grabbed a t-shirt and sweats off the floor, not sure if it was his or Yunho’s - although, technically they were all his, he reminded himself - and dragged them on quickly. He was just rounding the bed when Yunho stirred.
“Where are you going?” he asked gruffly, peering at Jaejoong through bleary eyes.
Jaejoong smiled. “Just going for a glass of water. I’ll be quick. Go back to sleep.”
Yunho grunted again and rolled onto his side, his gaze just catching a glimpse of the bedside clock before his eyes drifted shut again.
3:25. Lots of time before the sun comes up, he thought right before he succumbed to sleep once more.
Jaejoong slowly made his way down the hall to the staircase, yawning and wiping a hand over his tired face. He was halfway down the staircase when he felt it.
There was a shift in the air, a tension. A presence. Something was very wrong.
His eyes immediately swung to the front door but nothing seemed to have been disturbed.
He briefly considered running back upstairs to wake Yunho but didn’t want to risk disturbing his sleep if it turned out that he was indeed just being paranoid.
For what seemed like an eternity, he stood in the middle of the staircase considering the pros and cons of both continuing down the stairs and going back where he’d come from.
Finally, he decided to be brave and face his fear. Taking a deep breath, he proceeded down the stairs until his feet touched the solid wood flooring of the foyer. He looked around again, peering closely at the windows, allowing himself to relax when he saw that everything was intact.
He walked to the front door and looked through the small window.
The police car was right where it had been when they’d gone to bed.
Releasing a pent up breath he hadn’t been aware he’d been holding, he turned and made his way around the corner to the kitchen. He poured a huge glass of water and drank it quickly, washed it and put it on the drying rack then started back the way he’d come.
He was at the foot of the stairs when something caught his eye.
He paused and looked again but saw nothing out of the ordinary. As he took a step towards the living room, however, he saw it again: a curtain blowing inward on the breeze that streamed through an open window.
His breath caught in his throat.
Open...
“Oh, God…” he breathed.
“Hello, love,” a voice spoke in his ear.
Jaejoong jumped and spun around, a hand going to his throat as he finally came face to face with the man who haunted him.