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Worth Waiting For
By : inumom
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Disclaimer: I don�t own anything except Nozomi, Ryu, and Tora (who will all appear later on).

I was going to call this section �Guess Who�s Coming to Dinner,� but I thought that might be just a bit much. You know I had to bring the big bad wolf into things eventually--he�s just too good to pass up in a spot like this! Big news, more lemon, and another �bedtime story.�

9. Old Friends, New Family

The third day of their joint heat cycle turned rainy, and they were more than happy to remain inside, working on unpacking and arranging their possessions. The hanyou had proudly presented her with two large trunks of beautifully made and exquisitely decorated kimonos that had belonged to his mother who, he made a point of telling her, had been unusual in many ways. Not only had she been born into a noble family, but she had been trained as a miko before accepting the youkai lord as her mate.
She chose to wear the beautiful garments, both because he had made a valid point about the distinctive clothing from her time making her easily recognizable to enemy youkai and also because he seemed to find the combination of her and the traditional clothing absolutely irresistible. Of course, the fact that he was so easily frustrated by the unfamiliar fastenings on her more modern clothing also played a large part in her decision.
The crates of supplies were opened carefully and preserved for use as the components for constructing bookcases and other storage units. At the moment, for example, they were using one of the crates as a table. Since the main chamber seemed to have become what would eventually be the public area of their household, they did little to decorate the space. The family pictures that Kagome had brought from her world were placed on the ledge on the right hand side of the room, and crates were stacked along the opposite wall to serve as storage for their collection of books on every subject from growing and storing food to traditional medicine to making clothing and household items to campfire cooking. Dozens of jars of dried herbs filled the rest of the available room.
Other crates stood against the wall behind the fireplace as storage for their cooking and eating equipment. With the addition of a tub for cleaning dirty utensils and a covered bucket for storing food scraps until they could be taken out to the compost bins that had been constructed near the vegetable patch, they had a perfectly serviceable if not exactly luxurious kitchen.
The two trunks were set on either side of their futon to act as tables. The wind-up clock that had been sent by her mother went on one side, while the other held a small stack of unmarked books. A small silk pouch resting next to the clock contained several very beautiful pieces of jewelry that her mate had given her upon their arrival at their new home. She did not wear them often, as she had no desire to see them damaged during the course of an ordinary day, but she often wore them for his eyes alone when they retired for the night.
The very last room in the chain of chambers had been designated for general storage. It was here that they kept most of their tools and materials such as the bolts of fabric Kagome�s mother had chosen to send along. In time, this area would also include things like pieces of furniture not presently in use, extra futons, and the like.
The second chamber was used for food storage, as the dirt floor in this room was a bit less tightly-packed than the others. A pit would be dug along the rear and side walls for cold storage of fruits and vegetables. Of course, there was little stored there now--mostly cases of instant ramen and other instant or freeze-dried foods. They decided that they would use additional empty crates inside the storage pits to keep the various kinds of food apart--apples tasting like cabbages would not be a pleasant thing.
On this particular day she had chosen to wear a deep blue kimono covered with stars worked in a gleaming metallic thread that seemed to sparkle when she moved. As usual, she wore the butterfly hair clip, but no other jewelry save a woven choker in an unusual silvery-white that didn�t exactly match the stars on her kimono. Since they had been working on arranging their things for several hours, she wasn�t exactly surprised to feel powerful arms going around her waist from behind. She backed up, tucking her head under his chin--a perfect fit, she thought delightedly--as the soft voice whispered, �You�ve been at this for a while now. Let�s take a break.�
She laughed softly at the rough desperation in his tone. �Just what did you have in mind?�
He turned her to face him, lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss that left her gasping for breath. He crushed her slender form to his chest, rubbing her softness against him to show her exactly what he had in mind. Her arms went around his waist while she hooked one leg around his, pulling him tighter against her as her desire flared. Looking around, he realized that they were still in the storage room. This, he decided, simply wouldn�t do, so he scooped her up and carried her back to their bedchamber.
Depositing her gently on the futon, he stretched out beside her. �I�m sure we can think of something,� he murmured. With a few deft moves, he loosened her kimono, exposing her body to his eager gaze. Bending his head to her, he breathed softly across the skin of her breasts as she moaned in pleasure, nipples tightening in reaction to him. He had never believed that such passion, such responsiveness could exist. He had certainly never thought that it could exist for him. The very sight and sound of his mate�s pleasure was enough to bring him to a state of almost painful readiness.
He lightly stroked her skin with his claws, thinking about how differently this had turned out to be than he had ever expected. While his occasional heats before being mated had been days of unending torment, this had turned out to be joyful and satisfying. He also realized that he had changed somewhat in the short time that they had been mated. Now that he no longer had any reason to fear that some other male would take her from him, he was more confident, less grasping in his hold on her. He could allow her to be what she was and do what she wished, simply because he finally understood that she could no more be unfaithful to him than he could grow feathers. He could even finally allow himself to show her what he felt for the human girl.
His voice was a soft purr in her ears. �I think we�ve done enough for one day, don�t you? Maybe we should call it a day. We still have days before the others will be coming out. Besides,� he said, �I think that it�s nearly over--haven�t you noticed that neither of us seems as desperate today as we have the past couple?�
She smiled sadly, not at all happy to see the impending end of their time of unquenchable passion. �I suppose you�re right. I can�t exactly sat that I�m looking forward to it, though.� She reached for him, trying to lose herself in their growing desire for each other.
He was only too happy to indulge his mate, especially now that the overwhelming desperation in their mating seemed to be fading a little. Kissing a line down from her eager lips to her shoulder blade, he could feel the changes in her breathing and heartbeat that indicated her growing arousal. She moved against him, triggering his own responses. �Enjoy this, love. I�m afraid there won�t be very much more of this coming.�
Her eyes widened as she gave him a look full of hurt that he would refuse her desires. �Nani?�
�We can�t continue like this. It might hurt you--or the pup.�
Realizing that she probably sounded like an idiot, she could only repeat, �NANI?�
He buried his face in her hair, working his way around to her earlobe. �You said you wanted a pup right away. We were successful. I don�t think we could stop ourselves right now, but we can�t continue to mate like we have been.�
She pulled away from him slightly, still trying to absorb what he had said. After a few seconds of silence, she shook her head. �You�re serious, aren�t you?� At his suddenly distressed expression, she returned her full attention to him. �We�ve really started a pup?�
He took on the extremely cautious manner that often preceded his being flattened to the ground by the subduing spell he wore around his neck. He nodded slowly, not releasing his hold on her. �That�s right. That�s why we can�t continue to mate.�
She laughed softly. �So that�s what this is all about! You had me worried for a while.� She reached up to massage the base of his ears, watching in delight as his eyes drooped halfway shut and the purring sound began deep in his chest. �Besides,� she said, �There�s a lot about this you don�t know. According to all the books the doctors in my world have written, we can continue to�mate almost up until the end, as long as we�re careful and don�t get too athletic.�
His eyes snapped open. �It really says that? Can you show me?�
She returned his attention to her touch on his ears, changing to long strokes running form the base to the tips. He sighed, closing his eyes completely as he absently pushed his head against her hands, trying to increase the maddening sensations. �I�ll show you, but not until later. There are other things that need my attention right now.�
He shuddered, tightening his grasp on her. He tried to answer, but couldn�t--the lump in his throat and the tightness in his chest at the thought that he would be able to avoid the months of self-denial and torment he had anticipated made any coherent speech impossible. Dropping his head to her lips, he left her with absolutely no doubts about his desire for her. Moving his head down, he left a trail of burning kisses along her flesh until he reached the already hardening peak of her left breast. Licking lightly along the erect nipple, he listened carefully to her gasp of surprise and moans of pleasure. He had feared that she would have greeted his news with much less enthusiasm, and was overwhelmingly relieved that she seemed to be just as excited about it as he himself was.
He carefully slid the kimono from her shoulders, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze and open to his attentions. He shook his head to clear it of the raw desire flooding through him. What was it she had said? They could continue as long as they were careful? Maybe, he thought, it was time to show her exactly how careful he could be. Moving down her body with his lips, he supported his weight on his forearms so as not to make her uncomfortable, all the while making her shiver in delight at his attentions. She reached for him to pull him back up to her eager lips, but he stayed just out of reach, wishing to show her exactly how much pleasure he could give her without putting either her or their pup at risk.
His hair brushed across her stomach as he carefully ran his claws up and down the soft inner surface of her thighs. Nipping lightly at the skin of her stomach, he listened to the increasingly loud moans that erupted from her at his touch. Moving still lower, he grasped both of her thighs in his unbreakable grip, bending his head to slowly lick along her opening. He moved with maddening slowness, exploring the soft folds of her flesh as though it was a new experience for them both. He continued to taste her deeply, smirking a little as she began to stiffen against him, gasping and moaning at him to stop before it was too late. He pulled away from her for a moment, simply watching her response to his breath against her moist skin.
Returning to the apex of her thighs with a little more vigor, he rapidly flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub until she went rigid in his arms, crying out at the sensations of her release. Still, she tried to struggle free of his grasp, moaning that it was now time for her to return the gesture and pleasure him. He released her thighs and lay back, only to grab her hips in his clawed hands and pull her to him. Raising her high above him, he pulled her still-twitching channel down over his arousal, groaning in delight as he filled her. It seemed to him as though they had been made by the gods for each other--they fit together so perfectly. His hands on her hips set a slow, steady rhythm as he pleasured them both. It was not long before their mutual moans of passion filled the bedchamber.
Despite her urging, he didn�t alter the lazy rhythm he had established. It was only when he felt her inner walls begin to convulse around his member that he began to move her a little faster, bringing her down on his shaft a little harder as she screamed out her pleasure. The combination of her screams of delight and the grasping motion of her muscles around him pushed him into his own release, and he cried out as she milked his seed from him yet again.
She lay beside her mate, half aware that he was still stroking her skin gently. �How was that, love? Do you think that would be careful enough to keep from hurting the pup?�
She smiled softly. �I would certainly think so. You know, we won�t be able to really mate all the way through, but I�m sure it�s all right if we find other ways to pleasure each other for the last few weeks before we have the pup.� Her brow furrowed in concentration. �How on earth did you know?�
He stared in confusion. �How�d I know what?�
�How did you know that we started a pup already? Even the doctors in my world can�t tell until a month or so goes by, and you said I�ve only been in heat for a few days.� She was no longer shy about using some of his more unconventional terms.
�I can smell it, baka. We�ve been together for more than three years--I can smell when you�re sick, or scared, or mad--I can even smell when you�ve been crying. I could smell that you were in heat, just like I can smell that you�re now carrying our pup.� It was explained in such a matter-of-fact way that she had no reason to doubt the truth of the matter, but something about it bothered her.
�You can smell when I�ve been crying?� Her voice was small.

He nodded slowly. �I always could. That�s why it always tore my heart out when you cried--I knew it was usually my fault.�
She reached up to stroke his cheek, her eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness. �That�s all over now. There�s no need to even think about it any more.�
He pulled her to him fiercely, her words healing him even further from the old wounds of his life before she had appeared in his world.

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The next morning arrived with bright sun, and they could return to work on improving the property on which they would be making their livelihood. By the afternoon, they started thinking about their evening meal, so the hanyou disappeared into the forest to hunt for something--as impossible as they would have thought, they were both starting to get sick of instant ramen.
He brought down two rabbits in quick succession, pausing on a large fallen tree to skin and clean the meat so that it would be essentially ready to cook when he returned home. Burying the remains from the kills, he noticed for the first time the tree on which he had been perched. The massive trunk, the remains of an enormous cherry tree that had fallen in a storm, gave him an idea. He knew exactly how to surprise his mate.
All he would have to do would be to sneak away for a few hours at a time over the next several days.
Returning home, he presented her with the rabbits, helping her to cut the meat up into bite-sized pieces before dropping them into a pot of water she already had simmering over the fire. She then proceeded to cut up a variety of fresh vegetables her mother had sent, adding them to the pot along with some seasoning herbs. Satisfied that it was only a matter of time before the stew was ready, he grabbed her around the waist, spinning her around until she was dizzy, and carrying her squirming form outside to sit near the side of the pool. �I�ve been thinking.�
She had long ago stopped underestimating him: although he was somewhat ignorant because of the hard life he had led, he was by no means stupid--he had considerable native intellect, and once he thought a plan through to the point where he was willing to talk about it, it was usually well worth listening to. �About what?�
�If you like, we could build a ground oven out here somewhere.�
She looked up at him in confusion. �A ground oven?�
�It�s a way to cook meat. My mother taught me. You dig a pit in the ground and line it with rocks. When you want to use it, you build a big fire inside the pit. When the fire burns down, you put in the meat--she used to cook birds she hunted that way, stuffed with eggs and herbs, or vegetables, or fruit, and wrapped in grasses. You cover the meat with big leaves and things and fill in the pit. You can cook a whole haunch of a deer that way. It takes most all day, but it�s really good: tender and juicy.� His ears flattened to the sides of his head as he realized that she could take his offer as an insult to her cooking ability.
Instead, Kagome nodded slowly. �It sounds good. Could you teach me to cook like that?�
His ears swiveled in her direction, catching the odd note in her voice. �Of course. In fact, I think that we should both teach each other as much as we can of everything we know. That way, if one of us gets hurt, or sick, the other can take care of him--or her.�
She smiled brightly. �That makes a lot of sense, especially if the others are coming out here to live. Each of us should learn as much as we can.�
He grinned broadly. �You won�t mind? If I remember right, you used to hate the classes at that �school� of yours.�
She swatted at his shoulder. �That was different, and you know it! The school I went to taught a lot of things that didn�t really have anything to do with the life I chose. This kind of knowledge is stuff we�ll be using every day for the rest of our lives.�
He laughed softly, glad for the opportunity to tease her. His attention focused sharply on her as she looked intently upstream. �What is it?�
�There are Shikon shards coming this way--really fast. Two of them, I think.� As he pushed her behind him, reaching for the Tetsusaiga at his waist, she grabbed at his shoulder. �Wait! I think it�s just Kouga.�
He looked at her, fighting down a surge of the old jealousy that had made him act such an enormous fool on so many occasions. Turning back to the direction she had indicated, he wrapped a possessive arm around her shoulders, smiling. �Maybe we should wait here to greet our guest.�
It was only a matter of a few moments before the whirlwind of dust and leaves that signaled the arrival of the wolf youkai appeared from the forest around the clearing in which they waited. As the winds dissipated to reveal the arrogant wolf prince, the couple simply waited for him to approach. Although they had not always been friendly, the cause of their disputes had already been settled, so there was no longer any need to fight.
Kouga, as always, approached Kagome immediately, completely ignoring the hanyou. �So,� he grinned, �Are you ready to leave this fleabag and come back to the pack to be my woman?�
At the warning glance from his mate, Inuyasha remained silent. �Kouga,� she said, speaking slowly and clearly as though she could make him understand her that way, �I am not your woman. I have never been your woman. And I will never be your woman. I have a mate of my own, and there�s nothing you or anybody else can say that will make me leave him.�
Though the wolf youkai had never paid the slightest attention to her protests in the past, he could not deny the evidence of his own senses. He sniffed the air in the clearing carefully, noticing the overpowering scent of the frantic mating of a youkai in heat. Turning this way and that, he confirmed that �his woman� had not only been claimed and mated, but that she was carrying a pup fathered by that mate. He turned back to the hanyou, a snarl curling his lip as a deep growl escaped his throat. �What the hell did you do, you bastard?�
Unexpectedly, Inuyasha laughed. �You�ve known Kagome for a few years, Kouga. Do you really think that I--or anybody else, for that matter--could force her to do anything against her will? Yes, I asked her to become my mate, but she agreed to mate with me because it�s what she wanted.� At the utterly shocked expression on the youkai�s face, he continued, �You�ve been calling her your woman for a couple of years now. If you care about her at all, you�ll be glad that she�s happy now.�
The youkai prince just stared at them, preparing to leave, but Kagome reached out to grab his arm. �Wait, Kouga. Could you stay and eat with us at least? I�m not going to be doing much traveling for quite a while, and we won�t get to see you very often.�
Looking almost ashamed at his near outburst, Kouga nodded in agreement. After all, if that fool of a hanyou had chosen to saddle his mate with a pup they certainly wouldn�t be traveling around the countryside hunting for Naraku. It looked as though he would be the one to kill that bastard after all.
Despite a certain amount of tension between the two very dominant males, the meal was pleasant enough. Inuyasha�s new level of mellowness brought about by his mating Kagome allowed him to spend the time in the company of the being he had long considered his rival without the slightest bit of aggression. He had won the competition, making Kagome his mate, and no longer had any need to brag about it. Truth be told, he almost felt a certain measure of sympathy for the wolf youkai--he could clearly remember how he had felt when he had thought that Kagome didn�t want him, and he didn�t wish that feeling on the worst enemy he had ever had.
Kouga refused the invitation to stay the night. Their cave home still held the scent of the couple�s heat, and he couldn�t bring himself to remain where he might be exposed to the sounds of the pair mating again. He did, however, promise to return occasionally to bring news and to check on the new family. He even promised to bring Ginta and Hakkaku, two members of his pack who had adopted Kagome as a sort of sister.

*

She stood before him in a black silk kimono embroidered around the front opening and hem with the phases of the moon in silver. Watching him undress, she shook her head once again. �You were great today.�
He looked up in surprise, then reached for her to pull her down to the futon beside him. �What the hell are you talking about?�
�The way you were when Kouga showed up. I think you handled him exactly right--anything else you could have said or done would only have made him more determined to become a real nuisance. As it is, he�ll be leaving me alone but will still be an ally when we need him.� She leaned against her mate, his arms going around her and pulling her tight against his chest. �You just never stop surprising me.�
He chuckled into her ear. �You thought I�d go ahead and make an ass of myself, didn�t you?�
�No,� she said, smiling against his chest. �I�ve noticed that you�ve changed lately--you think things out a little more than you used to, or maybe you just let me see it now. I think you always realized that everything you did had consequences: it�s just that you never seemed to care about those consequences before.�
�Well,� he said, suddenly turning serious, �It�s probably because I have a lot more to lose now than I ever did before.� He pulled her even closer. �The truth of the matter is that I am different now--for the first time in my life I feel whole, not like less than anything. I don�t have to fight all the time--I can do other things now. I can start using my head a little instead of just my sword.�
She nodded slowly. �That�s exactly what I mean. I always knew that you were smarter than you let on, but I thought that the clueless act was all a part of a strategy to make opponents underestimate you. I know I used to. Now,� she said, helping him to undo her obi, �I�m sure we can think of something else to occupy us for the rest of the night.�
She slipped out of the garment, letting it sink into a puddle of black silk by the side of the futon. She turned to him, delighting in the feel of his hands roaming across her skin. She thought of all that had happened to her in the past month, ever since the fight they had had on Valentine�s Day, and could hardly believe how happy she was now. Shaking off the disturbing feeling that something bad had to happen to balance the joy they were now experiencing, she gave herself over to the soft touches of her mate.
The hanyou realized that she was thinking of something other than what he was doing, and bent his head to kiss the peak of her breast, noting the definite shift in her attention as the erect nipple tightened even further. She responded to him by pushing him back on the futon, stretching out next to him, and taking his hardened member in her hand, slowly stroking his length. �You�ve been very good today, love. I think you deserve a story before we go any further.�
He shivered at the combination of her words and her light touch as she squeezed the base of his member to delay his release further. She thought for a moment, then began, �This story starts out as a true story. I woke up one night and looked up to the branch overhead, but you were gone. Naturally, I was worried, so I decided to take a quick walk around the campsite to see if I could figure out where you had gone. It only took a few minutes for me to push my way through the brush and see you sitting naked in the moonlight. You were so beautiful! Your face was turned up to the sky as you pleasured yourself. I tried not to even breathe, as I didn�t want you to know that I was there. I watched, fascinated, as you moaned out a word--my name--as you found your release, your seed spraying on the ground in a silvery puddle in the moonlight. I tried to back away from where I was hiding in the bushes so that you wouldn�t know that I had seen you, but I stepped on a twig or something. You were instantly alert at the sound I made, getting to your feet and looking around for the source of the noise. You must have smelled me there in the bushes, because you turned directly to face me and said, �I know you�re there. Come out.� Since you knew I was there, I didn�t see any point in trying to hide, so I came out of hiding. I was embarrassed, not so much because you were still naked, but because I�d intruded on something very private. �I�m sorry,� I said. �I didn�t mean to--� You dismiss the apology with a gesture, turning away from me to get dressed. �I didn�t want anybody to see that--that�s why I came out here in the first place.� You finished dressing and turned around. I still felt bad, so I said, �It�s nothing to be ashamed of--everybody does it.� Something about what I said gets your attention, because your head snaps up and you ask, �Everybody?� I could feel the heat in my face as I nod. �That�s right.� I could see your ears flatten a little as you asked, �How?� I understood exactly what you meant and stumbled around for an answer. �It�s a little hard to explain�� I couldn�t tell whether you were just curious or trying to make me uncomfortable. You asked me to show you, and I nodded slowly. It was, after all, only fair since I�d been watching you. I�m really nervous, and it makes me clumsy--I get a little tangled up in my clothes, but you help me out. Your touch on my skin makes me shiver, but I also start to feel warm deep inside. Just maybe I can do this after all. I stand before you, lightly running my hands over my body. I knead my breasts as my breath starts to come faster. I rub my fingers lightly across my nipples, feeling them get harder than ever before, just because I can see you watching me. I throw my head back as the sensations begin to wash over me, sliding my hands further down my body. They slide around to my backside, moving over the rounded cheeks, before finding my inner thighs. I lightly touch my soft skin, squeezing softly. Starting to get caught up in the fantasy I�m giving myself, I sink to the soft moss carpeting the ground. I raise my knees so that you can see exactly what I�m doing, then run my hands up my thighs until I reach the center of my womanhood. I lightly massage the sensitive spot above my entrance, feeling myself growing moister as I imagine that it�s your hands touching me. My hips start to move as I imagine your hands touching me, your lips moving over my body. Suddenly, my eyes fly open at an unfamiliar sensation, and I see you resting next to me, your hands running lightly over the skin of my breasts. Your head dips lower, lapping at my hardened nipples, and I cry out in pleasure. You move quickly, covering my body with your own, pushing your member against my opening. I raise my hips to you and you enter my body with a single hard thrust, tearing through my virgin barrier as I yelp in pain and surprise. You cover my face and neck with desperate kisses, whispering apologies for causing me any pain. I began to relax around you, starting to enjoy the sensation of being so stretched by your body, and you begin to move inside me, slowly at first, then faster and harder as I start to moan from the feelings that are starting to grow in me. Although I had pleasured myself a number of times in the past, that sensation was a pale phantom of this feeling. I clutch at your shoulders as my body stiffens against you and I cry out in my release. You continue to move in me, and I can feel yet another climax coming. You begin to move harder and faster, and my muscles tighten as I wail through another searing orgasm. You stiffen above me with a deep groan as your warm seed floods my body. You pull your member from me and sit up next to me, pulling me close in a loose embrace.�
She looked down at her mate, noticing that he was beginning to sweat with the effort needed to prevent his release at her hands. �Did you like that?� she whispered. �The first part was true--I actually did see you in the forest one night, but I turned around and went back to camp before you could see me there.�
He spoke through gritted teeth. �I knew--� he groaned. He moved his hips, trying to press his member harder against her hand, and she reluctantly released him. Before he could react to the loss of the sensations, she straddled his hips, facing away from him, and lowered herself slowly onto his aching shaft. He gasped at the feeling, nearly as tight and satisfying as when he loved her in the instinctive position, from behind. She moved slowly up and down on his member, controlling the movements so that he would be totally helpless to prevent her from wringing his climax from him at any time she so chose.
She could feel him tensing beneath her, and she drove herself down on his erect member, bringing him to a shuddering climax as he groaned loudly and released his seed deep into his mate�s trembling body. She ground her hips down on him as he moved his own hips to bury his arousal even deeper in her, his climax seeming to last for minutes. He gripped her hips, leaving indentations in the soft skin from his claws, pulling her down hard against his body. Only a few more strokes and her back arched, driving her pelvis back against him, as she screamed through her own release.
She collapsed slowly forward, her head resting against his knees, and he sat up slowly, pulling her back toward him, rolling them over so that they were resting on their sides, his member still buried deep inside his mate. Releasing his hold on her with one hand, he reached for the silk quilt her grandmother had made, pulling it up and over them as he wrapped her in the warmth of his arms.
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