While Awaiting Sunday…

A/N: A little fluffy piece of UST/PWP while waiting for Sunday. Just for fun, not fine literature certainly, and not even high quality writing. Just me, my Eric computer background, and my Eric screensaver passing the time until Sunday night, waiting to see Sookie slap Eric, Eric get in her face, and take her to Dallas with or without Bill. So get on with it already…

"Good evening Miss Stackhouse." Sookie turned to face the deep unforgettable voice behind her.

Sookie took in a deep breath as she looked up at the tall blonde behind her, standing much to close for her comfort. Her automatic smile appeared because of her nervousness in the face of the oldest vampire she had ever met. Their initial meeting had been an uncomfortable one. At Fangtasia, he had summoned her over to his 'throne' for lack of a better word, taking in her every breath, her breasts, her hair, her body. It hadn't been the first time she had felt undressed by a man before, but it was certainly the most erotic. And he had the nerve to do it in front of Bill! He was clearly unafraid of Bill, her first lover, her only lover, her protector. So much for protection, Bill had allowed her to be checked out like a library book to Eric's every whim. Well, maybe not his every whim…

"Eric, this is a surprise," Sookie's voice shook slightly. "The new hair suits you. But the navy blue track suit…hardly the image I would think you would want to portray."

Eric laughed slightly. "Well I am glad you noticed the hair at least. The tracksuit, well it is more comfortable than wearing tight jeans and leather all the time. And I blend better I think."

"I wouldn't think you would want to blend," Sookie smiled softly, as she distractedly turned back to her clothing selection. She held a white strapless dress with a lace petticoat under it, or a strapless red dress that would wrap around her supple curves.

"If you choose either of those dresses you will certainly not blend, Sookie. Do you have a party or something to go to?"

Sookie looked up briefly at Eric and then turned her attention to back to the dresses. "I am tired of wearing shorts and t-shirts or jeans all the time. I have a little extra money this month and I want to buy something pretty. There is no party and with the exception of Merlotte's no place to wear anything nice like these in Bon Temps. I just want to have something nice in case something comes up. It sounds ridiculous doesn't it?"

Eric looked surprised at Sookie's unintentional confession. He softly answered her, "You could wear either of those to Fangtasia. Or surely Bill takes you nice places where you could wear them."

Sookie snorted slightly at Eric's reference to Bill. "Bill is in Peru as you well know Eric. And he didn't even offer to take me with him. I've never been past Shreveport. As for Fangtasia Eric, my experiences there haven't been very pleasant. The first time the place got raided and you ordered me to never come again. I'm sure you remember that. Then a few weeks later you order Bill to take me there anyway to find your stolen money and I almost get killed by a vampire and end up with Pam digging vampire out of my cleavage. Thanks but no thanks Eric. I think I will just as soon try these on, pretend to buy them and then go home to my TV set."

"And that Sookie would be a waste. Will you let me see you in these dresses?"

Sookie looked at him suspiciously. "Why should I do that?"

"Perhaps I just want to see you in them since I may never get the chance another time."

"Eric, you aren't here trolling the mall for girls. Don't you have some other reason to be here than to watch me try on clothes. I think most men would rather be anywhere else but watching their wives or girlfriends trying on clothing."

Eric reached over and touched Sookie's cheek softly. "Perhaps I have forgotten why I came to this place at all, and now wish only to see you in those dresses."

Sookie smiled shyly at him, "Perhaps."

The sales lady came up the couple, for they looked very much like a couple, and invited Sookie to a dressing room to try on the dresses. Sookie looked a little surprised, and then turned back to Eric. He nodded her towards the dressing room. Sookie looked at him suspiciously again and then turned and left him standing in the racks alone while she went to the dressing room. Eric spoke to her back as she walked away, "And don't forget my lovely Sookie, I want to see the dresses on you." Sookie sighed and walked into the door locking it behind her. Once she was behind the closed and locked door she looked in the mirror and smiled slightly. Eric really was quite…charming in a dangerous sort of way.

Eric turned as he heard the door open behind him. Sookie walked out into the mirrored dressing area in the red dress. The dress hugged her body tightly, pressing her breasts upwards to the point where they looked like they might spill out of the shirred corset. The dress nipped into her waist emphasizing her hips. While she was in the dressing room she had redone her hair into a quick up-do with her curls spilling out, leaving her neck bare. She knew she shouldn't be so vain as to want to impress Eric but the way he looked at her made her tingle deep inside. She wanted to see his eyes burn for her, if only for a moment in the safety of the crowded mall. She couldn't read his mind, and she wasn't sure he had a heart. But she was a woman and she could read his eyes and his body. And that power, if only for a moment, made her more than a little giddy. Eric was everything Bill wasn't…strong, powerful, silent, sexual, and all together dangerous…a heady mixture for sure.

She watched Eric's face in the mirror, watching his eyes grow dark and his eyelids drop slightly. She watched him lick his lips slowly as if he could taste her. As only a vampire could, his body remained perfectly still, but she could feel the tension building powerfully within him. Sookie slowly turned to face him continuing to watch his reaction. His hands clenched at his sides and she could see his fangs slightly distend. He was turned on by her, the little barmaid from Bon Temps, Louisiana! And she had to admit, despite what she thought was love for Bill, she felt herself growing even more damp as Eric watched her with his heated eyes.

She watched him silently as he literally undressed her with his eyes. Sookie was sure this was not very unusual for Eric, but still she basked in his lust for her. When he finally broke their silence, his voice was deep and soft, almost unable to be heard except for the vibration of the bass in his timbre. "Very nice, Sookie. Red suits you, but then we knew that. Try on the white one. I thought you were stunning with your tan set against the white dress you wore to Fangtasia that…ill-fated night."

Sookie looked at him with a slight smug smirk on her face and silently turned back into the dressing room. When she emerged again, she had on another strapless dress in white. This one again fitted her bust tightly but then at the waist flared out into a longish skirt with a white petticoat showing from below. It was a very romantic dress meant for picnics under the stars and dancing in gazebos. She loved it and the purity of image it presented. She suspected that Eric would appreciate that as well…the purity of the image. Again she met his heated eyes in the mirror and turned to face him.

"And which do you prefer, Sheriff?" Sookie asked him teasingly. She was feeling beautiful and desired and more than a little cocky.

She watched Eric's Adam Apple move up and down as he swallowed, drinking her in again. "I prefer you in both. But more than that, I think I would prefer you in nothing."

Sookie looked at him in surprise, and then her eyes showed amusement and her lips curled in a teasing smirk. "Well, at least you are honest Eric. No games, no attempt at seduction, no saying what you think I want to hear so you can fuck me…I can't read your mind but at least your honesty, or your attempt at it is appreciated."

Eric smirked back at her, laughing slightly with her. "Buy the dresses and let me buy you dinner."

"You want me to have dinner with you? Wouldn't it bother you to watch me eat? Or are you thinking I would be your dinner, Eric?"

"First of all, I have fed this evening so you would not be dinner. Perhaps dessert, one of those decadent chocolate lava cake soufflés, if I thought you would have me, but I doubt that, at least not tonight. And secondly, it does not bother me at all to watch you eat. It would only be a pleasure. Please."

Sookie couldn't hide her surprise at the 'please' added at the end of his request. She could not imagine that Eric said please very often, and she had to admit there was a slight thrill that went through her body as she thought of that. She looked at him, her eyes weighing the pros and cons of dinner with him. Eric stood silently watching, knowing he was being evaluated, being judged by this woman-child who held him in such thrall. He almost laughed out loud at his realization and the irony of it, but he stayed perfectly still waiting for her answer. Sookie finally nodded her head silently and returned to the dressing room to change back into her jeans and t-shirt.

Within minutes they were out of the store with Eric carrying Sookie's purchases in one hand, his other hand closest to Sookie left free. They both secretly thrilled at the brief touch of the other's hand as they walked along the mall like any couple, although without the complete ease and comfort of long time lovers. Eric graciously held the door open for Sookie to enter the restaurant. The food was Chinese and the smells encircled them, making her stomach growl in hunger. The restaurant was decorated all in black, with subtle lighting leaving patrons seated in a very intimate setting. Conversation was quiet because the restaurant was almost empty this late in the evening. Sookie couldn't remember ever being anywhere this nice before. She felt terribly under dressed, but when she looked cautiously at Eric in his nylon track suit, he seemed completely oblivious to the fact they might be better dressed. Even though no one there knew who or what he was, he exuded power and money and a disdain for humans in general which made waiters and waitresses want to serve him even more. Sookie was surprised at how much respect Eric commanded without even trying to.

Sookie and Eric sat at a quiet table towards the back with Sookie ordering a dish that she had never had before but thought it sounded delicious. And surprising her, Eric was indeed not troubled by her eating in front of her. In fact he took the unfamiliar chopsticks and began to feed her carefully, his long elegant fingers handling the chopsticks with ease and years of practice. He tried to teach her to use them as well, but they both ended up laughing at her attempts. Instead, he held the sticks and fed her small pieces of meat and vegetables into her open and willing mouth. She took each piece in as carefully as she could, trying to embarrass herself. Little did she know that Eric found her care in taking of the food and the delicate way she licked her lips to be highly erotic. He took his time feeding her, just to enjoy watching her mouth move, imagining his mouth on her, willing her mouth on his.

Sookie caught him staring at her lips as they moved, her tongue flicked out to lick the extra sauce from them. She saw the heat in his eyes grow even more, feeling the electricity between them become palpable. It was all she could do not to crawl in his lap and share the taste with him. Eric reached over and touched a little of the sauce at the edge of her mouth and wiped it away with his thumb, bringing his thumb up to his mouth to suck the sauce off. Her breath caught as she watched his deliberate movements, his long fingers, his tongue flicking between his sensual lips. She swallowed hard and looked away but was given away when she looked back at him. She knew he knew what she was thinking just as she knew what he was thinking. The space between them was growing uncomfortably warm and Sookie shifted nervously under the gaze of his bedroom eyes. She thought if she didn't move soon she would most definitely be leaving a wet spot on the fabric of the seat. Fortunately, the waiter returned with their check, breaking the moment and the silent tension that was growing between them.

Eric walked Sookie to her car in silence. It seemed like there was so much to be said, or at least so much they wanted to do even if a word wasn't spoken, but neither of them did anything else but walk side-by-side in the darkness. They reached her car and she unlocked it and smiled back at Eric. "Thank you for dinner, Eric. The food, and the company, was welcome."

Eric nodded his head, temporarily speechless, wanting to say something but not quite knowing what. He felt strongly about Sookie, this innocent woman-child before him, and he did not want her simply as he would another woman, to feed from and discard. She was special and in some way important to him as well, a feeling he had not felt in a very long time. "When is your next night off Sookie?"

"Thursday. Why?"

"Would you wear your new white dress for me? I would like to take you someplace you might enjoy and the white dress would be perfect for the night."

"Where would we go, Eric? Just because we had dinner together, or rather you fed me dinner, doesn't mean we are dating. I am Bill's, remember?"

"How could I forget? Even so, he is not here and I would like to take you someplace where you can wear your white dress. You said you feared that if you bought it, you might never get to wear it. I offer you the chance to. Will you join me?"

Sookie looked at him at first suspiciously and then decided he was telling her the truth. "Ok, I'll go with you to this place. But Eric, no feeding from me and no sex. I want you to understand that from the beginning. I don't want to have any misunderstandings."

Eric smiled at her agreement and her attempt to set some limits. He would allow her to do so, for now. But eventually, she would be his. He always got what he wanted, and he wanted Sookie very much. "As you wish, Miss Stackhouse. I shall pick you up at 7:30 on Thursday. Wear your dress and don't have dinner. I will take care of everything." With that he shut her door and watched a bemused and somewhat confused Sookie drive away.

Sookie told no one about her plans on Thursday. There wasn't much to tell anyway. She didn't know where she was going or anything really. When she thought about it, she imagined she should be more afraid—going off with a 1000 year old vampire bad boy without telling anyone was probably not wise. She found herself excited about the prospect of living a little on the dark-side. And she was excited in more than one way.

She greeted Eric at the door, inviting him in for a moment. Eric was dressed in his usual black jeans and black boots, but his shirt was a crisp white silk and he wore no jacket. His hair was swept back away from his face and he had fed before coming to her. She could tell by the tell-tale flush to his skin. She surprised herself at the momentary stab of jealousy that struck her. Who had he fed from? Had he made love to her, or him, before coming here? She shook her head at the thought and pushed it away.

Eric looked at her slightly amused, having a good idea about what she was thinking. He decided to ignore it at the moment. "Sookie, you look beautiful." He reached up to touch the curls that spilled around her face, and his thumb dragged across her cheek to caress her lips softly. He was pleased with the catch in her breath before her breathing sped up matching her heartbeat. He enjoyed the effect he was having, since she had the same effect on him, even if he didn't need to breathe and his heart didn't beat the sensation was still there.

Eric walked Sookie to his car, opening the door and holding her hand while she maneuvered into the low riding Corvette seats. Soon they were driving past Shreveport to a small outdoor arena. Sookie hadn't even known it was there, and was impressed with the beauty of the surroundings. A medium sized raised platform was centered among the trees, lit for a production of some kind. People littered the grassy knoll on blankets with picnic baskets. Winding their way through the happy crowd, Eric found a nice place on the grass where they would be able to see the play and lay out on the blanket while they ate and drank. Eric spread the huge blood red blanket on the grass with ease and helped Sookie sit comfortably on it. He joined her on the blanket and unloaded the picnic basket, bringing out plates of fruit, cheese, and bread, along with a bottle of expensive champagne and two crystal glasses. He then brought out a lantern to provide both a soft light in the dark and to protect Sookie from the inevitable mosquitoes that would no doubt assault her. He wanted her to be comfortable.

She smiled softly at him, "This is really nice Eric. What are we going to see?" Her voice was excited and the moonlight danced in her eyes. Eric was pleased with her reaction. He wanted to show her things she had never seen before. He would provide her the world if she would let him.

"Tonight they are presenting Hamlet. Have you ever seen or read it before?" Eric asked quietly as he extended a glass of champagne to Sookie.

"Shakespeare Eric? I've seen Romeo and Juliet, and I thought that was hard for me to understand until about half-way through. Hamlet is supposed to be much deeper, right? A tragedy, with lots of quotes that I guess I'll recognize."

"Then it should put those quotes in perspective, Sookie. Here, have some fruit, or would you prefer cheese?"

"It all looks so good. It is all so fresh! I think I'll take some fruit first. Can you cut it for me?"

"It would be my pleasure." Eric took a sharp knife out of the basket and pick up a nectarine and started to cut. He handed Sookie a slice of a very ripe and juicy fruit. She took the fruit into her fingers, touching his fingers in passing, an electric shock going through the both of them. She lifted the fruit to her lips and sucked on the meat, letting the juices run down her chin, her eyes never leaving Eric's ever darkening eyes. She could see them in the darkness all around them, glowing along with the whiteness of his partially extended fangs. He leaned slowly towards her, his hand sliding behind her neck, burying his fingers in the softness of her hair. His hand pulled her slowly to him where his mouth touched her lips, gently sucking the juice from her, running his tongue along her chin to catch the drops of juice. Sookie's eyes closed as she breathed him in, allowing herself to feel only the pleasure of his touch as his open mouth allowed his tongue to slowly lick all the extra juice from her face. Still holding her head close to his, he handed her another piece of fruit and repeated the action. He heard Sookie's heart speed up as his face moved nearer to hers, her breath coming in rapid and shallow gasps. After his lips had drank all the juice from her lips and chin he pulled himself away from her, dropping his hand unwillingly from her hair. For a few seconds she stayed right where she was, her mouth slightly open, her eyes closed as if waiting for a kiss. He captured that image in his mind for savoring forever. She looked like a small goddess, dressed in white, hair spilling around her face, lips parted, eyes closed, and her breasts threatening to spill out of her bodice. What seemed like forever, but was really only a moment, Sookie opened her eyes and looked at Eric. They sat and watched either silently, but their eyes were anything but silent.

Sookie nervously broke their eye contact and reached for her champagne, trying to quell the thirst she suddenly felt. After she swallowed, she looked back at Eric, confused. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea Eric. I…I'm not yours. And I don't want to be just another one of your rock star groupies."

"Do not fear me Sookie. You could never be just anyone, just someone to feed from, or have sex with. And no, you are not mine, and I would not take you against your will. I could take you by force from Bill, and while I have no loyalty to Bill, I would never do that to you. You can choose to be mine. Regardless, you are under my protection which is a formidable gift, much more powerful than anything Bill could offer you. But for now, I will leave it to you to define our relationship. Let us just enjoy our evening, your food, and the champagne. If you have questions of the play, just ask and I will explain. I want this to be an enjoyable, and different, evening for you Sookie."

Sookie looked at him through the glow of the lantern, wondering how much of what he had said she could believe. So far, Eric had proved himself honest with her. Maybe she was fooling herself but she did not think he would lie to her. And he was right, it was up to her to choose to be his or remain Bill's. Sookie settled herself beside Eric's reclining body and allowed him to feed her once again. He seemed to enjoy it very much as did she. It was so different being with Eric. He seemed to want to share every experience with her, even the act of eating. While he couldn't eat himself, he still participated whole-heartedly in watching her eat. Bill never wanted to see her eat, so he was constantly avoiding that. And she thought he would never have ever dreamed of something as romantic as this. Of course, she never believed Eric would dream up something this romantic either.

Two hours later, Sookie was completely enthralled within the play. She understood exactly what was going on, the tragedy of Hamlet's life and what a mess he had made of it. Eric and she hadn't spoken since the play started and while she watched the actors on stage intently, enjoying every moment, Eric split his time between watching the actors and watching Sookie. Her excitement at an evening so simple made even his hardened heart melt slightly. No matter what happened in the future, he knew he had created an evening she would compare all other evenings with.

They drove home from the play very late. The ride was in comfortable silence with old Swedish music playing on CD. Sookie found the music passionate and sad in many cases and would ask Eric occasionally what the song was about. He patiently explained it to her. He was pleased that she was able to pick up the emotion of the song even if she didn't know what was being said. Sookie broke the silence over one of the songs that seemed so tragic to her ears. "This is the music you used to listen to ages ago? It is so sad, and so soothing. Do you think you could burn me a copy of it? Even though I don't know what is being said, I feel drawn into it, into the story. It is beautiful, Eric."

He took his eyes off the road and looked over at her seriously. "I think it is beautiful and peaceful too. I would be happy to share it with you. Next time I see you I will have made you a copy."

Sookie smiled at him and gently rested her hand on top of his on the gear shift. He looked at their two hands resting together and lifted his fingers to intertwine them together. She watched as he twisted their fingers into an intimate movement and looked up at him. "Eric, what is happening here? I don't want to think too much about what is going on, but Bill returns in a week. What will happen then?"

"Sookie, I have been clear with you that I want you. I want you to be mine. I can take you by force but then there is a fight and usually someone dies. In this case it would be Bill. He is no fighter and he is much younger and less powerful than me. I don't want that. You would never forgive me and that is not what I want from you."

"What do you want from me?" Sookie asked in almost a whisper.

"I want to take you places you have never been. I want to show you the world. I would give you the world if you would let me. I want to make love to you, make you scream with pleasure, take you in every possible way every waking moment, and I want to taste your blood. I want to feed from you and I want to offer my blood to you. And I want you to feel the same way."

Sookie looked at him through the darkness of the car, her mouth slightly open and grasping for the right words. All she could come up with was, "that's a lot to want Eric."

"Yes, but I am a patient man. I know what I want and I always get what I want."

"And what if what you want isn't what I want? What then?"

"Rest assured, my lover, we will come to an understanding between us."

"You seem so sure Eric. That scares me."

"The last thing I want to do is scare you. You have no reason to fear me. But I am sure, and we both know how much I want you and that you want me the same way. I can tell by the beat of your heart. You can tell from my eyes. We don't have to read each other's minds to know exactly what is going on between us."

"Is this just another seduction for you Eric? Are you just trying to take me from Bill because you think you can, or as a power trip?"

Eric laughed at the thought. "Sookie, I haven't bothered to seduce anyone for hundreds of years. Sure I've glamoured people before, but that is hardly a well thought out and well-played seduction. You are not susceptible to glamour and I wouldn't want you that way either. Part of the seduction is having you fall for me as I fall for you. Not one more than the other, but both, at the same time and equally. That is the challenge. Bill is not the challenge. I can best him at anything therefore this isn't about him and me, or you and him. This is about you and me alone."

Eric pulled to a stop at the front of Sookie's house. She was surprised they were already home. She had been so engrossed in their conversation and what Eric was saying and what she thought about it that the time had flown by. Before leaving the car to open Sookie's door, Eric took the hand he was still holding and brought it to his lips, kissing it meaningfully. His eyes looked up from his face placed at her hand and caught her eyes watching him. Again her heart beat sped up. Not satisfied, Eric turned her palm up and held it to his lips, dipping his tongue out of his mouth slightly licking the slightly sweet, slightly salty taste from her hand. Her heart was racing by the time he lifted his head from her hand. He smirked at her and got out of the car, coming to the passenger door and helping her out.

They held hands lightly as he walked her to the front door of her house. Sookie turned to face him and smiled softly, her shyness showing. "Tonight has been a night to remember Eric. Thank you for everything."

"I wanted it to be a night to remember. Can I share another night with you soon? Come to the club, meet me for drinks, let me take you someplace you have never been before."

"It's all so much. I'm not used to this and you make my head swim and…"

Eric looked at her seriously, his eyes seeming to penetrate her very soul. "And what?"

"Nothing. It is too embarrassing to admit. I need some time, please."

"Because you said please, I will leave it to you, as long as you don't take too long. If you wait until Bill returns, things could get…difficult. Tell me…I make your head swim and what else?"

He could see Sookie's face blushing in the light of the entry. She shook her head, but looked up at him and asked, "Are you going to kiss me goodnight?"

Eric looked at her, longing to touch her with more than just a kiss, wanting to absorb her right into his skin, make love to her like she had never had before, fuck her fast and hard, he wanted it all with her. And yet, all he was being invited to give her was a kiss. He would kiss her, a kiss like no other, a kiss she would be unlikely to forget. "As you wish," he said as he leaned his tall body down towards hers, locking her eyes with his until they were just about to touch and then they both closed their eyes, yielding to the sensation of touch. His arms wrapped around her waist crushing her to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him towards her. Their lips touched gently at first, just softly gliding over the other. Then he opened his mouth to her, and she slipped her tongue across his lips wetting them and then pushing into his mouth, surprisingly heated for a vampire. He pushed himself against her body, pushing his tongue inside her mouth, pushing his full manhood against her as well. She gasped as she felt his hardness, his length and width. It was intimidating to say the least, but she found herself pushing back against him. She slid her tongue against his extended fangs and allowed them to scrape against the tender flesh, letting blood flow into his mouth. He groaned and without moving his mouth from hers, pulled at her bloodied tongue, and he lifted her ass up against his hardness grinding their centers together. He pushed her against the outer wall of the house, while she locked her ankles around his back. The material from her dress and petticoat was between them, as well as his jeans, but while both of them wanted very much to consummate their relationship, Eric knew she would regret it the next day, and he wanted her with no regrets. He continued to kiss her passionately, kissing her cheeks, her neck, her throat and up around her ears, but while his fangs were extended he did not bite her, not without an invitation. Sookie for her part in their impromptu make-out session wrapped herself more and more tightly against him, trying to pull him into her. Her hands wandered beneath his shirt, pulling it up out of his jeans, running her hands across his back and the tops of his jeans. She could tell he was bare underneath and she was about to explode with the sensations pounded around and through her body.

"Eric," she gasped. "Please," she breathed into his mouth as she broke slightly from their kiss.

"Lover, there is only one thing I want more than I want you right now, and that is for you to have no regrets. If I take you inside and make love to you, you will likely regret it in the morning. You need time to think about this. Make no mistake, I want you very much, but I am trying to be honorable and honest with you."

Sookie broke away from him slightly, sliding her legs down the back of his body. She kept their bodies tightly together, but stopped pushing. "You are right Eric. I have a boyfriend. I do need to think about this without you around making me crazy. Thank you for stopping me, for stopping us, but I hope that if the time ever comes you will not stop us."

"Rest assured, lover. You will be mine. This conversation isn't over, and we will continue it again soon, very soon. And once you have thought about it, I will not stop us from anything."

Eric leaned over and kissed her one more time, just gently touching her lips and with his mouth slightly open. She responded in kind and sighed as they released each other. Sookie turned away to open the front door and turned back to him. "Eric? If I was to come to Fangtasia to see you, what would we do?"

"You think you might come to visit me there? Your protection would be guaranteed, I promise you that. We could drink, we could dance, we could sit in a back booth and talk, we could go into my office or one of the private rooms and spend some more time together," she smiled as his suggestion was clear.

"And the red dress?"

"That would be more than perfect."

"I'll keep that in mind. Goodnight."

TBC (if I have time...I did promise E/S PWP)

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