got my eyes on ya'--- (Roxi)

[Roxi Kapolla]

Her own breathing became a but faster as his lips continued to caress hers and when she was finally able to get him free of his shirt, she couldn't help but smile into his lips as her fingers traced along the lines of his abs, running all the way down to his jeans before teasingly playing with his belt only to climb back up his body once more. While she did take his shirt off, she made no effort to take her own clothes off. She wasn't that desperate to be with him, at least not yet. That was his job after all. And if he wasn't going to make taking his clothes off that easy then she wouldn't either. Once again, she was reminded of the game they were still playing with one another and as her lips met his once more when his shirt was out of the way, his hands on her body made her even hungrier for his touch.

And he obliged though he had decided to tease her as well, with his arms wrapped around her, he lay back on the bed but spun her around so that she was laying on her back on the bed and he was supporting his weight so he could lean over her. A smirk spread across her lips for the brief moment that they weren't kissing and her light blue eyes looked up at him flirtatiously, letting him take a turn of being in control. He seemed to want to tease her a bit because when he finally lowered his lips to meet hers once more, they were only there for a brief moment before he began to trail kisses down the sensitive skin of her neck. Nipping a bit as he went, she put her arms over her head a bit before tilting her head back as well, allowing him to tease her a little if that was what he wanted to do. She hoped he wasn't too much of a tease though she doubted he would be because everything she knew about him so far, which surprisingly didn't include his name, showed that he was very cocky and that would most likely come into play in the bedroom as well.

Finally opening her eyes so she could study him once more, her hands went around his neck before pulling his face towards hers for a brief moment so that she could kiss him once more. Letting him go again, her hands went to his sides now, running down towards his jeans before hooking in his belt loops on either side of his waist. Looking down his body and then back up once more, a sexy smirk spread across her face as she arched her back up off the bed so that her body brushed teasingly against his, hoping that would drive him a bit crazy like he was doing to her.

[Chase]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/4lj137.gif); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] I'LL MAKE IT HURT MORE... The boy felt intense, passionate, serious and unserious, the feelings were triggered by the woman’s contact. He was not usually feeling passionate, though the other three were usually on his list some of the time. At least around Alexander they were, but by himself, only a somewhat amused egoistic feeling took charge of his brain. It softened slowly around women, bringing on the flirtatious side of him, but really you wouldn’t call the brunette a passionate or kind person. The way physical contact with the opposite gender seemed to make you lose your mind and possess completely different traits pretty much gave a sense of amazement to the cowboy. He didn’t like to feel anything that was even close to affection for someone else, but the woman he was caressing and taking care of was perhaps an exception. Sadly, in the morning, the boy would most likely forget about all the feelings of the previous night but he did know that he would remember this woman for a long time. Her beauty of course was to perfection, the way her skin was flawless in the candlelight and her structure seemed to fit ever so wonderfully right into his. Women and men were made to be together, doing what they were doing. Chase couldn’t help but feel for probably the only time in his egoistic life, that he couldn’t match up to someone. He knew his flaws, hid them well, but it was obvious the woman kissing his lips was stunning. Feeling extremely thankful for the good looks he had possessed, the cowboy smiled softly into the kiss. It didn’t make him the least bit embarrassed about feeling lucky to get with such a woman. To be able to touch her and feel her under his own body and hands was something Chase wouldn’t have dreamed of doing a few hours back in that jewelry store. The gold chains were forgotten as they hung limply in his boot, not that Chase would’ve remembered them at all. Honestly, his masculine senses ached for the woman more than those things that couldn’t get something as priceless as this. Unless he went to a brothel of course, which Chase didn’t ever feel complied to do, thinking it was a waste of all the necessary things he could buy with the money. Sure, he could steal quite easily, though it was impossible to steal rent. Rent for the little place he called home, and the furniture to go with it. Big things were always difficult to steal and it made it much easier for the gang member to buy them instead. It took a while for the woman to get the boy’s black tank top off, but eventually and determinedly she did. Not feeling bad whatsoever, Chase smirked a little before her lips were moving against his again. Feeling her fingers playing with the thick material of his belt, Chase decided to throw the damn thing off, it landing with a thud on the side of the bed. The woman’s fingers then moved delicately to his well worked abs, running them along the edges. This caused the brunette to shiver with satisfaction before leaning into the bed and taking her with him. In the end, she ended up right under his muscular body, while he held himself up about her slender one. The smirk that spread across her lips and those blue eyes made the boy’s lusty haze snap a smirk right on back at her. The game they had been playing before obviously wasn’t over yet and Chase was still as ever determined to have her. Teasing the woman a bit, knowing she would get impatient, the boy nearly let out a chuckle before nipping and kissing along her neck. The playful teasing was no warning to what he did next; sliding his hips down against hers and pressing his own lips back to hers as she pulled him up at the same time. Chase let a sigh of pleasure escape through his lips as the woman’s crafty hands hooked onto the belt loops of his jeans. Realizing that she was taking all his clothes off, Chase’s arrogant hand pushed her shirt up to reveal her belly button, urging the woman to show off a little too. The boy, young and wild, closed his icy eyes softly as she pressed her body up against his own. Chase realized quickly that this woman was going to drive him insane. The rough hands of his pushed her shirt up and inch and brought his own body down to hers again, and pressed the hand that pushed her shirt up onto her thigh. It held on there, inching higher and higher each second. It amazed him how her skin was so soft under his palm, he had never felt such softness before. The man himself was rough and hard, what every cowboy was. He was born that way, or he thought. This woman however was born as soft as silk, he thought in awe, made perfect just for this moment. WORDS - 843 MUSE - Goodish. NOTES - Shall we black out and post for the morning after? there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[Roxi Kapolla]

His touch was driving her crazy with each passing second but she did an incredibly good job to hide this fact from him. As her hands slid up and down his chest, he shivered a bit with pleasure at her touch but when his hips came back down to meet hers and his body was pressed firmly against her once more, a soft moan of pleasure escaped her soft lips and she parted them just a bit while her eyes closed, simply relishing in the feeling of him being so close to her. When his own hands finally began to explore her body more, she was incredibly thankful and arched her back up towards him once more, urging him to continue as his fingers began to slide her shirt up, uncovering her toned stomach and then went to her thigh that made her draw in her breath a bit in surprise. As her lips found his once more, her eyes closed again, simply giving in to the feelings he was invoking in her and choosing not to question them. At least not tonight.

FADE TO BLACK

The next morning, Roxi awoke to find herself laying beside the still incredibly handsome young man she had met just last night. Silently scolding herself for sleeping with a complete and total stranger, she tried to reason with herself by remembering how much she had enjoyed their time together and how he hadn't ended up being like every other man she normally came across. Lifting her head a bit, her light blue eyes glanced over to see that he was still sleeping and she slowly sat up before pulling the sheets of the bed up and around her before her eyes scanned the floor in search of her clothes. It didn't take her too long to locate them scattered about, laying where ever they had been thrown last night. Silently getting dressed, she kept glancing over at the man she had been cuddled up against just moments earlier to make sure that he hadn't woken up yet due to the sound she was making by moving about.

When she was finally completely dressed again, she couldn't help but make her way over to his side of the bed where he lay. A soft smile lit her face a bit as she looked down at the young man. Though the room was still rather dark because there weren't any windows, the candles still flickered a bit on either bedside table giving off just enough light for her to see just how young he was. While he hadn't looked that young when he was awake, his dangerous yet cocky expression always giving him an aire of being older than he was. Now that he was sleeping, all of that act was gone from his face and his expression truly showed his age now. She couldn't help but feel bad about leaving him like this which was a new feeling for her because normally she wouldn't think twice about leaving a man after she had slept with them. In fact she usually preferred to leave them before they awoke because then lots of the time she could steal whatever coins or valuables they had on them at the time.

However, as she looked down into the face of the sleeping young man, she felt a pang of guilt at the thought of stealing anything from him. She knew she shouldn't feel bad about it because she didn't owe him anything but as she looked at him and saw the youth still clear in his face now, she couldn't help but feel protective over this young man even though she had yet to learn his name. There was also another feeling that was tugging at her as well. Love? No. No. No. That couldn't be it. Roxi didn't even know him well enough to be in love with him. Plus just the thought of her falling in love with a man was proposterous! Nothing good ever seemed to come out of love. Shaking her head a bit, she furrowed her brows before glancing away from his face but didn't leave just yet. Something kept pulling her back to him. Pulling her back to the other side of the bed where she could so easily slip back in next to him and cuddle up against his muscular body. She had actually felt somewhat safe when she was with him, lying in his arms. But she couldn't trust any man, right?

[Chase]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/4lj137.gif); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] I'LL MAKE IT HURT MORE... No dreams entered the boy’s already flustered mind that night. He had an amazing time; that much was true though he had felt feelings that he had never been used to. While he let the explanation of the feelings go then, Chase was definitely going to be thinking about them for at least the remainder of the week. The sensation of their very presence had been a very protective vibe which led to self realization that he had wanted to protect that woman. Chase had always thought he only held the feeling of protectiveness for Sand, and even then it came only a bit. There was no other thing in this universe that could mentally drive its memory into his head for more than forty two hours. Sand of course, was the exception to all these things and it deemed the woman was too. Not even stirring in his deep but well deserved sleep, Chase let all these thoughts drift in and out of his head. He had no knowledge of the woman’s name for that matter; the boy frowned in his sleep. The thing he had done the night before had brought all the energy out of him, he slept so soundlessly like there was no tomorrow. All good things came to an end however and the boy found his eyes opening groggily at the missing matter that had before been snuggled comfortingly to his bare chest. Straining his ears, Chase heard a much muffled sound that must have been the woman gathering her clothes from the fun before. Without thinking, the boy let a small frown come to his face; he didn’t want her to go. Though the thought was dangerous, and ridiculous, Chase let himself feel it. He couldn’t go on after such a torturous night of such deep thoughts keep hiding inside. Not wanting to deal with their on-going protesting whines, Chase shut his icy eyes bleakly, in hopes that he would just fall asleep again and believe that the beautiful woman was just a dream. She was stirring far too much emotion in his icy heart, one that was thawing it over a fire that Chase was trying to get away from. He wondered tiredly if the playful woman was thinking these thoughts herself as she didn’t seem to be the “lovey dovey” type either. At least that was what his perceptive instincts told him, though the man couldn’t be too sure of himself when he didn’t even understand his own feelings. Chase lost his desperate train of thought as he got that paranoid sense of someone watching you. As a gang member with possible enemies and other devious things that were in harm’s way, Chase got that sense a lot. Plus, when he did, he usually, nearly over seventy-five percent of the time, was correct. Wondering very carefully who it was for a millisecond, it took him a long time for Chase’s brain to realize who was watching him. Obviously it was the woman, who else could it be? Chase didn’t really get a creep vibe from the man downstairs anyway, but now his thoughts were curious. The boy moved his head an inch higher, so he would be staring into her eyes if they were open. Wondering softly to himself what she was still doing here, Chase had quite a few mixed thoughts. The unmistakable sound of chains was not heard at all which told him she hadn’t stolen anything; but what intrigued him the most was the fact that she was simply leaving. He felt a little less manly with the girl leaving instead of him, though he doubted he would’ve been able to make himself anyway. Finally, cracking one lazy eye lid open, blue orbs met with the side of the woman’s face for once without a cocky glint to them. Chase figured he was coming down with something obviously, and decided that he couldn’t play his sleek attitude if he wasn’t up to a hundred percent. Maybe he would actually show his true self to this woman, it wasn’t like he was ever going to see her again anyway. He had gotten what he desperately wanted and now he decided to be lazy in a way by not meeting her furrowed face with a smirk. Quickly, he noticed she had gotten dressed and pulled his sheets up above his still naked body to the top of his chest. Not really knowing why he was being that way, there was always something about being completely naked next to someone completely dressed. Still, with the clothes, she looked as beautiful as yesterday, possibly even better. Patiently, he waited for her to notice his open eyes, hoping she would take a long time because frankly he had no idea what he was going to say to her. WORDS - 804 MUSE - Okayish. NOTES - Lol, interesting morning. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[Roxi Kapolla]

Roxi could feel her heart rate speeding up a bit at the thought that she might actually care about this man and be concerned about his safety when she had just met him. What was with this guy that had her hooked? Could it be the fact that he was so young? Or was it that he was so much like her in many ways? Maybe it was the fact that he knew exactly how to get her heart racing without even knowing it. Whatever it was, she felt a bit of frustration make it's way into her heart as she realized she wouldn't be able to leave him while he was sleeping like that. She didn't know if he felt the same way about her but she did know that she would be a quite upset if he up and left her after such an incredible night. And maybe it was that fact alone that made her linger long enough for him to stir.

Her light blue eyes turned to look over at him when he moved to pull the blankets halfway up his bare chest. Her gaze followed his movement to gaze at his muscular chest for a moment before pulling her eyes back up to look at his face, realizing it must look pretty bad right at that moment for her to be completely dressed and getting ready to leave him after the night they had. But she hadn't been about to leave and for some reason she instantly felt bad about the fact that he might think she was getting ready to leave. Granted she had been thinking about leaving him but now that she was coming to remember all of the feelings she had felt the night before, there didn't seem to be a way for her to leave him that easily. Not without saying goodbye at least. Though she felt like even when she did say goodbye, it wouldn't truly be goodbye because she found herself hoping that she would see him again, hopefully very soon but she wasn't one to get her hopes up too high. After all, what did she expect? Them to be together?

Pushing those thoughts from her head, her light blue eyes met his own as he opened them and she smiled a bit before coming over to the side of the bed that she had been laying just a few moments earlier. He was facing her now and she sat down on the bed beside him with a soft smile on her face. She could tell that he wasn't sure what to think and neither was she so she figured she might as well start off by introducing herself since they had kind of skipped over that part last night. For a moment though, she began to deliberate whether she should tell him her real name or just her nickname. Uncertainty crossed her face for a brief moment before she decided she might as well be safe and then she could always tell him her real name after she was sure she could trust him. After all, revenge for her family was on the line.

"I'm Fox." she said simply, a smile still on her lips. Setting her boots on the ground since she had been holding them instead of putting them on, she climbed across the bed until she was closer to him. She couldn't help but feel that same pull towards him, making her want to cuddle up against him once more and for a moment she was starting to wonder how she was even able to get out of bed in the first place. Glancing away for a moment, she finally laid down on the bed a bit before leaning towards him and pressing her lips against his once more. It was so strange to feel his lips again without all of the sexual tension in the air like it had been last night. Pulling away just a bit, her hand was on the side of his face as she kissed him but she sat up a bit when she realized she probably should figure out how he was feeling about all of this before she started kissing him again. After all, he could hate her or be pissed at her since she had been deliberating leaving him before he woke up. Hell, she should probably figure out how she felt about everything before she did anything else but at the moment she didn't really want to think about how she felt. She just wanted to enjoy the time she had right then where she felt safe and none of her other worries were able to reach her for the moment.

[Chase]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/4lj137.gif); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] I'LL MAKE IT HURT MORE... Chase honestly didn’t know what was messed up with his head. Obviously, something was wrong; something was terribly wrong. Was it true the boy had actual feelings? The thought was enough to create a rippling shudder through his icy heart and brain. Finally after about seventeen years, Chase’s ice was thawing out. The brunette’s blue orbs held the room in a hazy gaze, though the woman was easily the focal point of his view. Feeling too inquisitive for even a smile, Chase’s patience easily sat. Patience for something he wanted badly was easy, though patience for something he didn’t want but needed was actually harder. Finding he being very patient for the woman sent another scaring shiver down his back. Life seemed to hold the most difficult challenges, in cause of this thought set an aggravated thought of unfairness through the boy’s mind. Why did he have to go through all this? He could’ve lived an easy life, one filled with riches from his parents and gone to school. Perhaps become a teacher, though the thought was ridiculous, maybe something of a merchant. Wanting to shake his head at the thoughts, Chase refrained from doing so to see if the woman would leave if she still thought he was asleep. Obviously she hadn’t however because her body made its way besides his laying self with a smile on her face. Chase found himself after a long time, offering not an egocentric smile but a very genuine, innocent one. He felt like smiling, and decided with satisfaction he might as well due it true and bold. As her blue eyes met his, Chase realized with smug happiness that she didn’t exactly know what to say either. Perhaps the woman was facing the same difficult thoughts and feelings he was. The thought of it sent a signal of justice to the boy, and sickly he hoped she was too. Honestly, it would’ve made the boy feel better to see someone suffering alongside him. Obviously if he was injured, he wouldn’t want her suffering that, though things that were related emotionally to her were definitely appreciated. Surprisingly, Chase didn’t feel that familiar rush of heat explode through his body at the sight of her about to leave. He knew deeply he didn’t want her too, though the fact scared him and he wanted the fear to go away. It was somewhat of an oxymoron; he wanted the woman but not the fear she brought along. Fox. The woman’s name was Fox. Feeling somewhat relieved he finally knew, Chase tossed the name in and out of his mind. Obviously there was some reason she was called such a name, though he wasn’t sure whether to cherish or caution it. It most likely wasn’t her real name, though Chase was thankful to have at least one name in his head to match the mysterious beauty he had rendezvoused with. Not moving an inch as she sat awkwardly down on the bed again, Fox kissed him a sense of true sweetness instead of sexual tension. Feeling emotional, Chase’s eyes turned down sadly. How stupid of him to want the first woman he had ever slept with. Obviously, a couple would be even more ridiculous, but Chase knew he would be seeing her much more often in the near future. That much was true; he knew he would be checking in on her many times after this. He wouldn’t be able to help it. He now had a protective edge over Fox and he would not stop being protective till he died or something happened between them. Groaning mentally, Chase realized he had a new chore to do in his head, but then felt immediately terrible for labeling it as a chore. He didn’t want to do it, but he wouldn’t be able to help it, so he labeled it as the ‘unlabeled’. Feeling Fox’s lips leave his, Chase closed his eyes briefly to think. Slowly but carefully, Chase held the soft sides of her face in the palms of his hands. Very carefully as if he was treating the petals of a flower, he planted a very genuine and soft kiss on her forehead, his lips brushing her skin maintaining the upmost tenderness. Then, in the same deliberated slowness, Chase pulled his head back and said softly and truthfully, ”I’m Chase. I don’t have a last name and never did.” he added solemnly. He wanted her to know that for some ridiculous reason in his already jumbled up teenage mind. WORDS - 754 MUSE - Bleh... NOTES - Sorry that took so long, had a hectic weekend. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[Roxi Kapolla]

Roxi felt almost a rush of relief when Chase didn't pull away from her kiss and instead took her face in his hands and gently brushed his thumbs across her cheek as he held her for a moment. After a slight pause, his lips leaned forward once more to press a soft kiss to her forehead. Closing her eyes as his lips touched her skin for a brief moment, she opened them again when he pulled back and spoke his name as well, also informing her that he didn't have a last name and never had one.

"Fair enough." she replied simply in reply to him not having a last name. She didn't feel frustrated or irritated by any means at the fact that he didn't have a last name since she wasn't even telling him her real name and he most likely knew Fox wasn't her real name. He, however, didn't press the matter of her real name and for that she was grateful because the last thing she wanted was for him to want to know who she really was when he didn't even know if she could trust him or not. With that being said, she did trust him. Whether she wanted to or not, she did. And while that was without a doubt a dangerous thing to do, she didn't care. At least at the moment she didn't care. She trusted this boy, possibly with her life, but she wasn't wanting to think about it because it simply confused and scared her when she did think about it.

Pushing all those doubting thoughts from her mind, she focused her light blue eyes instead on his lips, examining them a bit longer than was probably necessary but her mind was reeling and she needed something to pull her out of her thoughts. She didn't know what to say next. Would they see each other on a regular basis? She was guessing that he was feeling at least some of the same feelings she was feeling however there was no way for her to be certain. While the situation was a bit awkward, she didn't think and instead moved further up onto the bed so that she was laying beside him once more, her long wavy hair spread out on the pillow beside her, her head rested on her hand which she had set on top of his bare chest. Laying on her stomach, she moved so her chin was now resting on her hand so that her eyes could see his.

"So do you think we'll see each other again." she asked, her voice a bit soft as she glanced away before looking back into his eyes. She didn't know if he wanted to see her again or not and she wasn't completely ready to admit that she wanted to see him again so she instead worded the question carefully so that he wouldn't think she was in love with him or anything like that because that was true at all. Was it?

[Chase]

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He couldn’t exactly get rid of Fox though, particularly because her face was far from ugly and the way he treated her as a crazy thought instead of a piece of fear inside him. Soon enough the real emotion would boil through the dark shadows that disguised it as an obscenity, and turn into a very deep fear. Perhaps it would lead the egoistic boy to self discovery, he was afraid of something. The truth was he was afraid of many things, not that he believed he was, but love was change, and change he was afraid of. "Fair enough." The woman’s voice snapped him back to the awkward situation they were in. Wanting to escape from all life’s problems, Chase’s head grew a little dizzy for a moment as he focused on her blue eyes. Her emotions picked up in the boy’s intense perceptiveness, causing nearly a look of surprise from his own eyes. Fox undoubtfully trusted him. It created a new feeling that spread through him, and he realized he was close to trusting the woman as well. The fact she held him with such a responsibility of not breaking his trust was somewhat of an unusual thing for the nineteen year old. Used to trickery and deceit, Chase would usually take a trust line and break it multiple times to get what he wanted. This instance however had him at a different perspective, if he trusted her; he might as well not break her trust either. This didn’t mean he had to tell her every single little detail about his life, especially the gang member part but he wouldn’t sneak behind her back and stab her or steal something. Knowing fully already that he already had a protective edge over Fox, he knew the last thing he would do was hurt her. As Fox moved to relax her head against his bare chest, Chase found his arms holding her softly close to him. It wasn’t sexual in anyway, more like a gesture that meant he wouldn’t let anything touch her. This interpretation of it was quite true, and the boy knew he would be somewhat of a stalker and check on her every so often. He wouldn’t be able to help it no matter what he did. Somewhat subconsciously, Chase brushed a few strands of the woman’s long and glossy hair back, in order to see her face. He felt like he needed to know somehow what she was thinking and how she was doing. If she was in distress or pain, if she was frustrated or happy; Chase needed to know. He felt safe near her if he knew that she wasn’t just messing with him as his adopted father had done so many years before him. Pretending to like him because of someone else; that was one of the things Chase would never forgive. It was a crime in his book, and he wished up to every god in the universe Fox actually liked him too. "So do you think we'll see each other again." The question was somewhat of a sentence, something sly mixed in between. She was making it his choice if he wanted to see her again, instead of her looking like she wanted to see him again. Nearly chuckling with amusement, Chase smiled down at her face. Very unusually truthful today, he answered ”I know I’ll see you again, though I’m not sure if you’ll see me.” the words were imposed as somewhat of a riddle. He would see her again, he would watch her to make sure she was okay; but he wouldn’t say hi unless she saw him. That was the result of when Chase got protective of something or someone. Especially if it was something he couldn’t control. He had cleverly made his reply like that so he was speaking the truth though there was a ten percent chance she wouldn’t get it. Not really sure if he wanted to get it or not, Chase counted down by ten mentally in his head. Then, extremely reluctantly, the boy did a long stretch for his bottom clothes and pulled them on under the sheets. Then, he climbed currently shirtless, though not for long as he pulled on his black tank. Now fully dressed, he felt freer and moved to kiss Fox’s cheek, he had to leave. He had to leave now or he would never get out and then there would be more trouble for Fox. ”Goodbye Fox.” he said simply, knowing it was most definitely not a last goodbye. Finally, the boy’s big strides took him out of the room and into town. WORDS - 904 MUSE - Good NOTES - PMed ya! :D And yes, he be a stalkeh xDD there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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