Hostage, part 15
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thatotherpervum. *cough* warning for unapologetic kink-scratching. really. it's quite shameless. and gratuitous. really, really gratuitous.
and there's some plot advancement too. and the kink might even have a purpose in relationship development and the establishment of boundaries.
but mostly? kinkety kink-kink-kink.
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Title: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (thatotherperv)
Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Previously:
“Exactly. She’s a god. We’ve seen what she can do to the Slayer. What if one of those loose-lipped morons lets it slip to her that Dawn is what she wants? We might not be able to keep her from taking the girl if she comes for her. She has to be dealt with. Find a weakness.”
Part 15
When it came right down to it, Dawn was spoiled.
She hadn’t really seen that coming. Not only because…hello, human, vampire, vampire. Who would have guessed she’d end up with some of the power? But also, for a couple of confirmed eternal bachelors, they both seemed to know a lot about women. They brought a constant stream of gifts—clothes and makeup and jewelry and, of course, lingerie. She’d never really been much of a fussy girl, but they had really great taste, and it felt good that they thought of her when they were out.
For her own sanity, she pretended that they purchased everything they gave her. Dawn was getting really good at the denial game.
The gifts didn’t end there. When she mentioned her boredom, Angelus reappeared with half the public library.
Spike showed up with half the sex shop.
There were a lot of things that Dawn couldn’t put a name too. Some of the things, Dawn couldn’t guess the function of.
Spike just grinned and promised to show her.
Over the next several weeks, many happy hours were spent getting acquainted with everything Dawn had ever heard of, and a lot of stuff she hadn’t.
The books were fun too.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It wasn’t until Dawn asked to be allowed outside during the day that Angelus ever gave her a flat-out ‘no.’ She wasn’t in the habit of asking for things he’d really object to, but to feel the sun again…to breathe fresh air….
She begged. She pleaded. She used every tactic she’d ever known from 17 years of being a little sister and the youngest daughter.
She even played Spike and Angelus off of each other. Worked with her mom and dad, before and after the divorce.
Eventually she got her way. She convinced Angelus that she really didn’t want to leave. She just wanted to be human. It was spring, and she’d been cooped up in the house forever. For months, literally, without setting foot out the door.
The first time, he and Spike stood in the shade of the house’s porch, watching vigilantly as she lazed in the grass. She knew his hand was wrapped around the collar’s trigger hard enough to bust the plastic.
On edge, much? They didn’t like that she was beyond their reach when she was outside and there was nothing they could do about it.
So she took to teasing them. Sun-bathing topless really worked.
Sometimes, getting punished could be fun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dawn was pretty bored. Spike was out on some errand Angelus had sent him on, and there was nothing on tv at 3am, even if you had digital cable with all the extra channels. She’d always thought there was something on cable, but now that she was nocturnal, she knew better.
She wondered what Angelus was doing. There was a study on the first floor that he used sometimes. It was kind of his place…no humans allowed. There weren’t many closed doors between them anymore, and the fact that there were any irked her tonight.
Dawn sighed and threw her head back against the couch. She was so restless. He’d been in there for hours.
He wouldn’t mind if she just peeked her head in.
~*~*~*~
Angelus was on the phone when the door to the office cracked open and Dawn slipped through.
“Mmhhmm. I think that’s a wise decision you’re making.” He cocked a brow at her silently, and she flushed, clearly aware that he’d meant for her to leave him be. She didn’t duck back out though, just stood in the doorway fidgeting as Angelus let his eyes wander coolly over her body. Instantly, she smelled sweet for him. His little girl was always ready for a good fuck. And the outfit she was wearing was giving him ideas. Really good ideas.
Angelus continued his line of conversation, albeit vaguely, and he gestured her closer. Dawn grinned and closed the door. They were spoiling her. She thought she was sneaky, and they indulged her…but just now, as she came towards him in that little plaid skirt, Angelus didn’t mind spoiling her a little more.
“No, next week isn’t soon enough. I need to know immediately.” He pulled her into his lap and palmed one bare ass cheek under her skirt, fingers teasing along the damp crotch of her thong. She was trying to muffle her little purr, self-conscious of the phone. His blunt teeth sank into the flesh of her throat and she tremored. “It’s regarding one of my favorite possessions,” he said into the phone. “Losing it at this point in time would really piss me off. You don’t want to piss me off, do you?”
Angelus smiled at Willy’s frantic apologetics pouring through the phone. “Good. I want to know by Thursday, or I’ll come looking for you. And I promise you won’t enjoy the social call nearly as much as I will.”
He hung up on panicked babble.
“What was that all about?”
“I thought we’d taught you better than to open doors we’d closed, princess.”
Angelus clearly heard her heartbeat accelerate. “I was just…. I was lonely.”
“Mmm.” He buried his nose in the sweet spot of her jaw, just behind her ear, and inhaled. “You were lonely, huh?”
Dawn shifted restlessly in his lap as he kissed her throat, caressing the soft skin of her ass. “Yes. I don’t like it when you guys are busy.”
At the pout in her voice, Angelus laughed softly into her ear. It wasn’t so long ago she was swearing off their company completely. “Is my girl feeling neglected?”
Dawn looked away pissily, obviously aware that he was teasing her. “Sort of.”
“Mmm. Well, we can’t have that. But you know what Daddy really can’t have?” Angelus turned Dawn’s face towards him with one finger when she didn’t answer. Her heart was beating hard in anticipation of punishment. She hadn’t lost all of her fear of him, and that was a good thing. For both of them. “Daddy can’t have you breaking the rules when you know better.”
Dawn dropped her eyes down and to the side, though he still held her face. “I know. Sorry.”
“It’s ok, baby, you did it because you missed me, and that gets rewarded. So we’re gonna play a little game.”
Dawn’s eyes flicked up to his warily. “Game?”
“Yup. I have to spank you, but there’s something else I want more.” She smelled of fear and lust and curiosity, expression uncertain. He smiled in anticipation of giving her another little shove off-balance. “You look really sexy today.”
“I….” She looked down at what she was wearing as if she’d forgotten, and when she saw the little plaid skirt and the white shirt, tied up and buttoned low to show more skin, she blushed. She’d chosen it with them in mind. To show herself off to them. What a good girl.
“Always have had a thing for Catholic schoolgirls,” Angelus mused. “They taste so good.” Dawn shuddered when he nicked her and sucked on the cut. “Of course, real schoolgirls show a lot less skin, and taste a lot more innocent. But you’re a naughty girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”
Her breath was ragged.
“Up!” Dawn was startled when Angelus suddenly shoved her off his lap, catching her arm to keep her from falling in a heap on the floor and using it to haul her upright. He shoved her over the edge of his desk, rolling his chair until he was directly behind her, getting a delicious peek up her skirt.
It really was sinfully short.
He ran his hand over her smooth cheek, letting his thumb graze her outer lips. She gasped and stiffened, a little scared and a lot turned on. “I think any girl dirty enough to wear a skirt like this would get held after class, don’t you?”
Dawn made a mewling little noise, pushing back into his palm.
“I think you should call me Father Mackey.” Dawn had barely stiffened in shock over that blasphemy when Angelus’ hand came smacking down hard on her creamy skin, skirt swept aside. A bright red handprint stood out clearly.
Dawn struggled to stand despite his hand holding her down. “What the hell?”
He smacked her ass half a dozen times in rapid succession. “Don’t blaspheme, child. Do I make myself clear?”
She looked back at him over her shoulder, eyes blazing with resentment, hair tumbling down her back. “Yes, Father.”
She colored when he smirked at her, heavy-lidded, but then her head fell back against the desk as he took to spanking her again. She flinched with each blow, but soon she was pushing her arse back into them as well, arching her back like a kitten in heat. And the way she moaned the priest’s name breathlessly as she did…well, Christ, he thought she’d taken her punishment quite well.
Dawn jolted and cried out when he sucked her clit through the fabric of her thong.
“Stand up, Miss Summers.”
She rose shakily and turned to lean back against the desk, flinching a little as the edge made contact with her ass. He traced one finger into her cleavage and down her exposed belly, hooking into the waistband of her skirt.
“You’re a sinful little whore, aren’t you, Miss Summers? Tempting good, pious men such as myself.” His stare was hard and unforgiving on Dawn’s flushed face. “I think you should get on your knees for me, where you belong.”
Dawn’s breath hitched as she folded. She was always just on the verge of talking back to him when he spoke to her that way, still independent and strong-willed after everything they’d done to her. But she liked it. They both knew that.
She sucked his dick with fervor, playing her part of the little harlot while he played his, spouting disapproval and condemnation even as he leaked pre-come onto her tongue.
“Enough teasing. Come fuck yourself on my cock. I can smell your lust from here, and it sickens me.”
Her cheeks were hot pink as she climbed into his lap, but she sank onto his cock and ground her pelvis against his like a trained whore.
He ran a cool hand up the slick heat of her spine, pressing her close and tonguing her throat as she rode him. His breath against her ear was hot with exertion, voice sibilant. “Ohh, yesssss. Such a good whore for Daddy, aren’t you? Hungry for his cock. Tell me.”
He spread her cheeks with his palms, index finger sliding along her crack and ringing her asshole. A small desperate sob sounded against his ear, and he had to restrain himself from thrusting violently upwards, body vibrating with the need to possess her.
“Daddy….” Dawn moaned, screwing him faster, rebounding on and off his cock. “God, Daddy, I’m such a bad girl—”
Angelus stilled her despite the demands of their bodies. No thrusting, no fucking, just the slow torturous grind of her clit against the base of his cock, and when he sank his fangs high into her throat and drank, she gripped him closer and tried to wring a few restrained thrusts from him to finish herself off.
She pulled him down with her as she came.
Angelus groaned and fell back against the chair, sated and exhausted for once. He pulled a drowsy Dawn into the soft material of his shirt, encouraging her to curl against him as he leaned back, on the verge of sleeping.
“I’m not….”
Her voice was small and muffled, and he stroked a hand through her hair absently. “Mmm?”
“I’m not…bad….”
It might be the afterglow talking, but just now he had no urge to push the girl down or fuck with her head. He guided her face up for a kiss, before laying it gently back against his chest, soothing her with a stroking hand.
“Not that way, no. You’re perfect, princess. Now go to sleep.”
~*~*~*~*~
and now for some actual plot...
and there's some plot advancement too. and the kink might even have a purpose in relationship development and the establishment of boundaries.
but mostly? kinkety kink-kink-kink.
banner by the fantastic and talented
vamptasticaTitle: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (
thatotherperv)Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Previously:
“Exactly. She’s a god. We’ve seen what she can do to the Slayer. What if one of those loose-lipped morons lets it slip to her that Dawn is what she wants? We might not be able to keep her from taking the girl if she comes for her. She has to be dealt with. Find a weakness.”
Part 15
When it came right down to it, Dawn was spoiled.
She hadn’t really seen that coming. Not only because…hello, human, vampire, vampire. Who would have guessed she’d end up with some of the power? But also, for a couple of confirmed eternal bachelors, they both seemed to know a lot about women. They brought a constant stream of gifts—clothes and makeup and jewelry and, of course, lingerie. She’d never really been much of a fussy girl, but they had really great taste, and it felt good that they thought of her when they were out.
For her own sanity, she pretended that they purchased everything they gave her. Dawn was getting really good at the denial game.
The gifts didn’t end there. When she mentioned her boredom, Angelus reappeared with half the public library.
Spike showed up with half the sex shop.
There were a lot of things that Dawn couldn’t put a name too. Some of the things, Dawn couldn’t guess the function of.
Spike just grinned and promised to show her.
Over the next several weeks, many happy hours were spent getting acquainted with everything Dawn had ever heard of, and a lot of stuff she hadn’t.
The books were fun too.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It wasn’t until Dawn asked to be allowed outside during the day that Angelus ever gave her a flat-out ‘no.’ She wasn’t in the habit of asking for things he’d really object to, but to feel the sun again…to breathe fresh air….
She begged. She pleaded. She used every tactic she’d ever known from 17 years of being a little sister and the youngest daughter.
She even played Spike and Angelus off of each other. Worked with her mom and dad, before and after the divorce.
Eventually she got her way. She convinced Angelus that she really didn’t want to leave. She just wanted to be human. It was spring, and she’d been cooped up in the house forever. For months, literally, without setting foot out the door.
The first time, he and Spike stood in the shade of the house’s porch, watching vigilantly as she lazed in the grass. She knew his hand was wrapped around the collar’s trigger hard enough to bust the plastic.
On edge, much? They didn’t like that she was beyond their reach when she was outside and there was nothing they could do about it.
So she took to teasing them. Sun-bathing topless really worked.
Sometimes, getting punished could be fun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dawn was pretty bored. Spike was out on some errand Angelus had sent him on, and there was nothing on tv at 3am, even if you had digital cable with all the extra channels. She’d always thought there was something on cable, but now that she was nocturnal, she knew better.
She wondered what Angelus was doing. There was a study on the first floor that he used sometimes. It was kind of his place…no humans allowed. There weren’t many closed doors between them anymore, and the fact that there were any irked her tonight.
Dawn sighed and threw her head back against the couch. She was so restless. He’d been in there for hours.
He wouldn’t mind if she just peeked her head in.
~*~*~*~
Angelus was on the phone when the door to the office cracked open and Dawn slipped through.
“Mmhhmm. I think that’s a wise decision you’re making.” He cocked a brow at her silently, and she flushed, clearly aware that he’d meant for her to leave him be. She didn’t duck back out though, just stood in the doorway fidgeting as Angelus let his eyes wander coolly over her body. Instantly, she smelled sweet for him. His little girl was always ready for a good fuck. And the outfit she was wearing was giving him ideas. Really good ideas.
Angelus continued his line of conversation, albeit vaguely, and he gestured her closer. Dawn grinned and closed the door. They were spoiling her. She thought she was sneaky, and they indulged her…but just now, as she came towards him in that little plaid skirt, Angelus didn’t mind spoiling her a little more.
“No, next week isn’t soon enough. I need to know immediately.” He pulled her into his lap and palmed one bare ass cheek under her skirt, fingers teasing along the damp crotch of her thong. She was trying to muffle her little purr, self-conscious of the phone. His blunt teeth sank into the flesh of her throat and she tremored. “It’s regarding one of my favorite possessions,” he said into the phone. “Losing it at this point in time would really piss me off. You don’t want to piss me off, do you?”
Angelus smiled at Willy’s frantic apologetics pouring through the phone. “Good. I want to know by Thursday, or I’ll come looking for you. And I promise you won’t enjoy the social call nearly as much as I will.”
He hung up on panicked babble.
“What was that all about?”
“I thought we’d taught you better than to open doors we’d closed, princess.”
Angelus clearly heard her heartbeat accelerate. “I was just…. I was lonely.”
“Mmm.” He buried his nose in the sweet spot of her jaw, just behind her ear, and inhaled. “You were lonely, huh?”
Dawn shifted restlessly in his lap as he kissed her throat, caressing the soft skin of her ass. “Yes. I don’t like it when you guys are busy.”
At the pout in her voice, Angelus laughed softly into her ear. It wasn’t so long ago she was swearing off their company completely. “Is my girl feeling neglected?”
Dawn looked away pissily, obviously aware that he was teasing her. “Sort of.”
“Mmm. Well, we can’t have that. But you know what Daddy really can’t have?” Angelus turned Dawn’s face towards him with one finger when she didn’t answer. Her heart was beating hard in anticipation of punishment. She hadn’t lost all of her fear of him, and that was a good thing. For both of them. “Daddy can’t have you breaking the rules when you know better.”
Dawn dropped her eyes down and to the side, though he still held her face. “I know. Sorry.”
“It’s ok, baby, you did it because you missed me, and that gets rewarded. So we’re gonna play a little game.”
Dawn’s eyes flicked up to his warily. “Game?”
“Yup. I have to spank you, but there’s something else I want more.” She smelled of fear and lust and curiosity, expression uncertain. He smiled in anticipation of giving her another little shove off-balance. “You look really sexy today.”
“I….” She looked down at what she was wearing as if she’d forgotten, and when she saw the little plaid skirt and the white shirt, tied up and buttoned low to show more skin, she blushed. She’d chosen it with them in mind. To show herself off to them. What a good girl.
“Always have had a thing for Catholic schoolgirls,” Angelus mused. “They taste so good.” Dawn shuddered when he nicked her and sucked on the cut. “Of course, real schoolgirls show a lot less skin, and taste a lot more innocent. But you’re a naughty girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”
Her breath was ragged.
“Up!” Dawn was startled when Angelus suddenly shoved her off his lap, catching her arm to keep her from falling in a heap on the floor and using it to haul her upright. He shoved her over the edge of his desk, rolling his chair until he was directly behind her, getting a delicious peek up her skirt.
It really was sinfully short.
He ran his hand over her smooth cheek, letting his thumb graze her outer lips. She gasped and stiffened, a little scared and a lot turned on. “I think any girl dirty enough to wear a skirt like this would get held after class, don’t you?”
Dawn made a mewling little noise, pushing back into his palm.
“I think you should call me Father Mackey.” Dawn had barely stiffened in shock over that blasphemy when Angelus’ hand came smacking down hard on her creamy skin, skirt swept aside. A bright red handprint stood out clearly.
Dawn struggled to stand despite his hand holding her down. “What the hell?”
He smacked her ass half a dozen times in rapid succession. “Don’t blaspheme, child. Do I make myself clear?”
She looked back at him over her shoulder, eyes blazing with resentment, hair tumbling down her back. “Yes, Father.”
She colored when he smirked at her, heavy-lidded, but then her head fell back against the desk as he took to spanking her again. She flinched with each blow, but soon she was pushing her arse back into them as well, arching her back like a kitten in heat. And the way she moaned the priest’s name breathlessly as she did…well, Christ, he thought she’d taken her punishment quite well.
Dawn jolted and cried out when he sucked her clit through the fabric of her thong.
“Stand up, Miss Summers.”
She rose shakily and turned to lean back against the desk, flinching a little as the edge made contact with her ass. He traced one finger into her cleavage and down her exposed belly, hooking into the waistband of her skirt.
“You’re a sinful little whore, aren’t you, Miss Summers? Tempting good, pious men such as myself.” His stare was hard and unforgiving on Dawn’s flushed face. “I think you should get on your knees for me, where you belong.”
Dawn’s breath hitched as she folded. She was always just on the verge of talking back to him when he spoke to her that way, still independent and strong-willed after everything they’d done to her. But she liked it. They both knew that.
She sucked his dick with fervor, playing her part of the little harlot while he played his, spouting disapproval and condemnation even as he leaked pre-come onto her tongue.
“Enough teasing. Come fuck yourself on my cock. I can smell your lust from here, and it sickens me.”
Her cheeks were hot pink as she climbed into his lap, but she sank onto his cock and ground her pelvis against his like a trained whore.
He ran a cool hand up the slick heat of her spine, pressing her close and tonguing her throat as she rode him. His breath against her ear was hot with exertion, voice sibilant. “Ohh, yesssss. Such a good whore for Daddy, aren’t you? Hungry for his cock. Tell me.”
He spread her cheeks with his palms, index finger sliding along her crack and ringing her asshole. A small desperate sob sounded against his ear, and he had to restrain himself from thrusting violently upwards, body vibrating with the need to possess her.
“Daddy….” Dawn moaned, screwing him faster, rebounding on and off his cock. “God, Daddy, I’m such a bad girl—”
Angelus stilled her despite the demands of their bodies. No thrusting, no fucking, just the slow torturous grind of her clit against the base of his cock, and when he sank his fangs high into her throat and drank, she gripped him closer and tried to wring a few restrained thrusts from him to finish herself off.
She pulled him down with her as she came.
Angelus groaned and fell back against the chair, sated and exhausted for once. He pulled a drowsy Dawn into the soft material of his shirt, encouraging her to curl against him as he leaned back, on the verge of sleeping.
“I’m not….”
Her voice was small and muffled, and he stroked a hand through her hair absently. “Mmm?”
“I’m not…bad….”
It might be the afterglow talking, but just now he had no urge to push the girl down or fuck with her head. He guided her face up for a kiss, before laying it gently back against his chest, soothing her with a stroking hand.
“Not that way, no. You’re perfect, princess. Now go to sleep.”
~*~*~*~*~
and now for some actual plot...
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Date: 2007-09-22 11:29 pm (UTC)thanks!
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Date: 2007-09-22 11:30 pm (UTC)*smooch* thanks babe!
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Date: 2007-09-22 09:06 pm (UTC)Spike showed up with half the sex shop. HEE! *loves*
And OMG.
spouting disapproval and condemnation even as he leaked pre-come onto her tongue. hahaha, that's awesome. So naughty! i dig how spun dawn is, and surprisingly, how spun angelus is at the end. just who is stockhoming who, hmm?
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Date: 2007-09-22 11:32 pm (UTC)hahahhaa yeah I'm naughty. I snickered as I wrote that part, with the priestkink, schoolgirl kink, AND daddykink. *is a proud perv*
just who is stockhoming who, hmm?
hee *whistles*
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Date: 2007-09-23 10:28 pm (UTC)thanks sweetie. I'm glad you like the teeny bit of softening towards Dawn.
*smooch*
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Date: 2007-09-23 07:06 pm (UTC)Very nice pervy chapter.
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Date: 2007-09-23 07:30 pm (UTC)Let me be a bd girl and ask for some more daddy!kink. You're writing it so well, but I want more :) Will there be some scenes with both Dawn and Spike being toyed with by their daddy? Hoping :)
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Date: 2007-09-23 10:30 pm (UTC)mm, there's a little daddykink sprinkled everywhere in this fic, but this is probably about as daddykink!tastic as it gets, I think. this is the most blatant one.
*smooch* I'm glad you're enjoying it
chapter 15 was so hot!!!!!
Date: 2007-09-24 12:48 am (UTC)Anyhow LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this!! You rock!!
Re: chapter 15 was so hot!!!!!
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Date: 2007-09-25 01:39 am (UTC)Any wya Love it Mel...Want more!!!
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