The Love of War

DISCLAIMER: I own nada, zip, zilch, nothing in the Hercules/Xenaverse except the characters that I have introduced. I write because I shallowly look at the hits on my story two days after I upload chapters, just to see how many hits that I have. I was doing a ‘happy’ dance for about twenty minutes when I hit one thousand. Thank you, thank you, thank you all! I promise to finish this story!



WARNING: Slash and threesome! You’ve been waiting for it, and here it is. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead! (Heh, heh.)







Chapter 17



Jessie knelt in the middle of the bed attempting to run a comb through her tangled hair. She resisted the urge to squirm in place. It was her own fault; she knew that he would do something like this when she started teasing him this morning. It wasn’t like Cupid had ever tried to hide his nature from her. And, she had watched enough Hercules and Xena to know how a god of War would react to her getting him hard, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to do anything right away.



Oh yeah, it was going to be another round of ‘how many times can I make the mortal beg?’ when he got back.



She sighed and brought another hank of hair forward. Her Lord’s insistence on leaving her hair loose was having consequences. There were reasons that a woman with long hair braided it before bed. And, it wasn’t like she was doing a lot of *sleeping* in the bed at the moment. Couldn’t Cupid have detangled her hair with his godly powers? Or, at least let her attend to her it *before* it looked like a bit of modern art done in macramé?



This would be a lot easier if she could wet it down and slick some conditioner into it, but she didn’t dare leave the bedroom, or even the bed. Jessie had the feeling not finding her exactly where he told her to be would be one of those things that Cupid would find Not Amusing. She thought longingly of the huge bathing room that he had carried her into yesterday. The image of all that lovely hot water and bath oils made her feet twitch like they were going to carry her out of the room whether she wanted to or not. She ruthlessly throttled down the impulse to slide from the bed and run for that other room. When your lover could flash instantly from place to place, you couldn’t expect him to be gone for very long. And considering how she had teased him, she didn’t think that he would be gone for long at all.



She brought the last bit of her personal rat’s nest into her hand and started to gently detangle it. She was being very careful because it would be who knows how long before she would be sitting in Sierra’s chair at Curl Up and Dye to have her split ends trimmed.



When she was done, she carefully set aside the ebony comb that she had found in one of the chests and sat back on her heels in the bed. She placed her hands on her knees and bit her lip. What was Cupid going to do to her next? Would it be another spanking, maybe he would tie her up again, or would he finally have her suck his cock?



Jessie’s nipples got hard and she lost the battle against keeping still. She started to squirm in place, imagining what the deity that she was indentured to was going to do when he got back.







Cupid gave his male lover another thorough kiss. Strife’s cock was hard against his own and the God of Joy was responding beautifully to his demanding mouth. In fact, the other god was starting to whimper a little in his arms. Cupid was holding him very tightly and the restriction on his movements was driving Strife’s arousal higher.



Cupid gave a rumbling growl, like a satisfied lion. He was very lucky having two such responsive lovers. Just a little touch, a bit of domination, and they both gave off such wonderful sounds. If he had known that Strife was like this, he would have jumped his cousin centuries ago. On the other wing, it *had* been very ego boosting to have Joy jump *him* in his study.



Strife’s whimpers were becoming desperate, and no little bit pleading. It was plain that Joy was clearly accustomed to life after foreplay, and delayed gratification was not something that the other god was used to. Not that Cupid had been playing with his lover for very long. Strife tore his mouth away and started to pant.



“Cupid,” there was a plaintive note in his voice.



“I want you nice and hard when we join my mortal.”



“I’ve been hard half the morning!”



“Yeah, me too, I think it has been because *both* of my lovers decided to tease me when my son was around and I couldn’t do anything about it.”



“*I* wasn’t teasing.” Strife protested.



“I suppose the way you were eating that banana was entirely coincidental,” Cupid remarked with a raised eyebrow. He tightened his arm around Strife’s waist when the other god tried to step away.



“I was hungry.”



“Yeah, so am I.”



It was time to make his vision real of having both Jessie and Strife useless puddles of flesh where he could see them both and gloat. Also, it was time to remind them *both* that teasing him had consequences. He flashed them to the bedroom.



Jessie was right where he told her to be. She was kneeling in the middle of his bed, naked, with her hands on her knees. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw that Strife was with him. Her eyes passed from him to the God of Joy in bewilderment for a second before comprehension dawned. Her jaw dropped before she lowered her head submissively. Good. That was just the reaction that he was looking for.



Cupid back walked Strife until the back of his legs hit the side of the bed. He sat Strife on the corner of the bed and then prowled over to the woman who still had her head bent. He thought his boots off and knelt in front of her. He put a finger under her chin and raised her up to kiss her with Strife’s taste still on his lips. Jessie’s muscles shifted a little as she clenched her hands on top of her thighs to resist reaching for him.



“Very good, Kitten,” he purred softly. “You’re learning.”



Cupid caught each of her wrists and draped them around his neck. He pulled her to his chest tight enough to imprint the patterns of his leathers onto her naked skin. Jessie’s arms tightened and she rubbed her core against the laced opening of his breeches. Cupid deliberately set her away and sat her back on her heels. Her nipples were hard and the scent of her excitement perfumed the air. Cupid reached back and caught hold of Strife’s vest to pull him over for a long kiss of his own.



Strife’s legs gently brushed against the woman in the bed. Despite Cupid’s words in the study, Strife wasn’t sure that the God of War didn’t mean to sandwich the mortal between them. Cupid had said that he was going to fuck them both, but why bring him here where the woman could see? Strife didn’t doubt Cupid’s capability to fuck the two of them, but how was he going to do it and why the need to do it in the same bed with the mortal looking on?



Cupid broke the kiss to make a show of unlacing his vest. It had to be a show when you knew that he could just remove his clothing with a thought. But there seemed to be enough of Ares in Cupid that the War god was enjoying the hungry looks his lovers were giving him. In fact, he was practically preening under their gaze.



Well, it seemed that Jessie definitely took a subservient role in the bedroom, but that didn’t mean that *he* had to. Strife slithered forward and undid the lacing of Cupid’s breeches, deliberately taking his time about, brushing his fingers along Cupid’s impressive length. Jessie took her cue from him and was undoing the side lacing of his vest. They were both intent on getting their shared lover naked. Cupid was enjoying the attention, but not the subtle shift in power. Jessie and Strife were both taking the initiative and coming to him, rather than letting him set the pace. So Cupid slid his hand into her hair and halted her movements with another thorough kiss while Strife stripped his leathers down his legs and finished unlacing the other side of the vest.



Jessie obediently kept still. But Strife didn’t owe Cupid any obeisance and was taking a more active role than anticipated. He made a show of brushing his hands under the vest and sliding it up Cupid’s chest. The two front pieces of the vest caught a moment on the tops of his wings, but Strife carefully freed them and let the last piece of Cupid’s clothing fall back onto the bed while he was kneeling between the now naked spread thighs. Cupid cupped Strife’s neck.



“You’re not naked.” The God of War remarked.



“Neither are you, entirely,” Strife replied, nodding to the bracers that still encased Cupid’s forearms.



Jessie tentatively reached up to the arm that was holding her still and started to unlace the bracer, gently bringing his arm down onto her lap. Cupid turned his wrist up and allowed her to finish unlacing it. She tossed over the side of the bed while Strife did the same with the other bracer.



It had been awhile since he’d had two lovers to attend him in bed. And, the sight of the two of them attending to him made his cock and ego swell. Well, both he and Jessie were naked, but Strife was still clothed.



“Jessie,” Cupid indicated Strife with jerk of his chin and she nodded obediently. She kept her chin down, but peeked up at the other god in the bed while she went to work on the fastenings of his cream colored leather vest, while crouching over his still leather clad thighs. Strife locked eyes with Cupid and tipped Jessie’s face up with a finger under her chin, and still holding his gaze with Cupid, he kissed her.



Jessie was a little stiff, probably nervous with the God of War stretched out on the bed behind her. When Cupid didn’t appear irritated, she relaxed into the kiss. The God of War looked hungry behind them, but didn’t tense up or growl. Strife kept his eyes on Cupid for another moment and then closed them to completely give over to kissing Jessie.



Jessie couldn’t help but compare kissing Strife with kissing Cupid. Where Cupid conquered, Strife coaxed and seduced. He gently licked at her lips, urging them to open. When they finally did, he swept in with soft nips and strokes of his tongue. Jessie’s hands couldn’t seem to finish undressing him, but just lay there, sometimes flexing into the muscles of his chest through his vest. He pulled her forward and shifted until she was straddling his thighs and then blinked off his vest. Jessie gasped when her hands suddenly were touching bare skin and Strife took advantage of that to deepen the kiss. When his hands came up to stroke her nipples, she moaned.



The last proved too much for Cupid. Suddenly he was there, pulling Jessie back tightly against his front, straddling Strife’s legs behind her. One arm went around her waist and the other grasped her head to twist it around for a possessive kiss of his own. Strife replaced the hand on her left breast with his mouth. Jessie groaned and squirmed between them. When Cupid finally released her mouth, she let her eyes fall on the dark head at her breast. Strife’s teeth grazed her nipple and she jerked in response. Cupid chuckled and sent the hand that had been around her waist to stroke the hot flesh between her legs. His bronzed skin looked even tanner against the paleness that both she and Strife shared. Cupid’s impressive length was sliding against the cleft of her butt and Strife abandoned her left breast to attend to the right one. Jessie moaned and let her head fall back onto Cupid’s shoulder, one arm curled up around Cupid’s neck and the other hand stroking through Strife’s black curls.



“Strife, get your pants off!” Cupid growled.



“Yeah, I definitely feel over dressed for this party,” Strife chuckled around her nipple. He sent his pants away and finally, all three of them were naked in the bed together.



“Lift her up a bit, lover.” Strife requested.



Cupid did so by hooking his fingers inside of her and lifting Jessie that way. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp of pleasure and she arched. Strife took that opportunity to slide his legs out from under them both. Strife knelt up on the bed and leaned forward to give the God of War a long kiss. It was better to let Cupid know that his thoughts weren’t only on the woman between them. He snaked an arm around both of their waists so he could squeezed Cupid’s butt. Cupid chuckled in the kiss and caught Strife’s lower lip between his teeth for a mock fierce tug. Strife gave a throaty laugh and broke the kiss to lean down lick and nip Jessie’s belly button



Cupid slid his knees in between Jessie’s and then levered them even wider. His fingers delved deeper and she groaned.



“Are you enjoying this, Pet?”



“Y-y-yes, my Lord,” Jessie gasped.



“Mmm, I am too.” Strife murmured against her belly.



::Not that I’m complaining, but I thought the plan was to fuck us both, not share your mortal.: Strife mentally sent.



:I changed my mind. I can do that.: Cupid replied the same way. The plan *had* been to fuck them both, but the sight of Jessie writhing between them was sweeter than he originally thought.



The object of their mental conversation was biting her lip to keep from crying out.



“None of that!” Cupid snarled with a sharp slap to her rump. “I told you that I want to hear every reaction that you have.”



Jessie bucked between them and drenched Cupid’s fingers with her desire.



“Do you mind if I taste her, War?” Strife inquired solicitously, like he was asking for another slice of birthday cake while he stroked the inside of her thighs.



Like a gracious host, he nodded. “Go right ahead.” Then, he slid his arms around her and lifted her higher.



Cupid’s arms tightened around her, holding her immobile while Strife’s dark head fell in between her legs. Strife’s fingers caressed every fold while he nipped and licked her clitoris. One of Cupid’s hands slid up her torso to knead her breast while he held her at an angle so that she had no choice but to completely rely on his strength to keep her up. His knees still kept her legs spread. Jessie’s head fell back again and her eyes were fixed sightlessly on the ceiling while the two gods play with her body.



Cupid nuzzled the skin behind her ear before breathing against her skin, “Watch him, Pet. Watch what he is doing. *See* him touching the flesh that belongs to me. You do belong to me, don’t you Jessie?”



“Y-y-yes,” she stuttered.



“Does it feel good?”



“Yes, my lord, but I didn’t think that you were the type to share and play well with others.” She groaned and looked down at the tousled black curls that were brushing the inside of her thighs.



Cupid pinched her nipple hard in retribution while Strife’s chuckle vibrated against her clit. She yelped and tried to writhe, but Cupid was still holding her too tightly to move. The God of War began to suck and nibble at her earlobe while kneading the breast that he had just pinched. Cupid could feel her legs tighten on either side of his, signaling her approaching orgasm.



“I haven’t given you permission to come yet, Kitten.” He grazed his teeth along the muscle connecting her neck to her shoulder.



Jessie gave a truly pathetic whimper but obediently gritted her teeth and staved off her orgasm. She hadn’t thought that Cupid would share her. She hadn’t been joking when she’d said that he didn’t seem the ‘share and share alike’ type. But, he was sharing her and the feeling of his body all along her back and his strong arms holding her still while Strife seemed content to torture the flesh between her legs with his mouth.



Oh, and it felt sooo good. If Cupid weren’t bracing her legs open, they would be wrapped around the other male’s neck. Her other hand came down so that both sets of fingers were sliding through black curls. She wanted to press him closer, but she didn’t have the strength.



“She tastes sweet, lover, but this angle is a bit awkward.” Strife looked up at the two of them with a roguish smile.



“We can fix that.” Cupid leaned back and stretched out his legs until he was lying on his back. Then, he raised his knees to spread Jessie’s a little wider. He was spread out on the bed and Jessie was sprawled out on top of him. The new position caused another shifting of the flesh and Cupid’s cock now speared up between her legs without actually entering her.



“Oh, *much* better,” Strife purred.



Jessie raised her head to look at the other god. Strife prowled up between their legs, looking almost like a snow leopard against the sheets; pale and creamy, but with feline grace. When he got right between their knees, he slid down onto his stomach and glided the last few inches until his breath was feathering against *both* their sexes.



“Oh yeah, I’m liking this *a lot* better.” With a single swipe of his tongue, he managed to lick both of them.



Cupid growled and Jessie shuddered. Her head fell back onto Cupid’s shoulder because she suddenly didn’t have the energy to keep it up. She wanted to writhe and twist, but she couldn’t do more then slightly shift her weight with Cupid holding her like this. Cupid’s own body was starting to get tense from Strife’s ministrations, but he didn’t call a halt to them. His hands were still stroking and plucking her breasts while Strife laved and nibbled both of them with abandon.



“Please my lord,” Jessie pleaded. “Let me come.”



“No.” he denied her. “You don’t get to come until there’s a cock inside of you, and even then you will wait until I say you can. Until then, we get to play.” He rolled her head around and attacked her other earlobe. She groaned.



“Oh yeah, and I’m having so much fun playing right now.” Strife nibbled on Cupid’s foreskin, causing War’s hips to jerk. Strife’s hands hadn’t remained idle; they were now caressing and squeezing Cupid’s sack.



As Jessie closed her eyes and tried to focus on something other than the how close she was to coming. She realized, with blinding insight that she wasn’t in bed with gods, but with demons. The way that Strife managed to wedge his tongue between her nether lips and Cupid’s cock so that he could get them both with one long glide seemed to substantiate her conclusion. Yesiree, the ancient Greeks hadn’t worshipped gods, but demons. Demons who were even now torturing her with pleasure, while withholding that final rapture that glittered within reach; demons who knew just where to stroke, lick, pluck and massage their way to making a drooling idiot of one helpless mortal. How much longer could Strife keep this up? More importantly, how much longer was Cupid going to allow the dark haired deity that crouched between their legs to keep teasing them? Damnit! When was she going to be able to climax?!



“Are you close, Pet?” Cupid’s hot breath caressed the inside of her ear canal like his fingers were caressing the rest of her.



Jessie nodded. She was at the point where she couldn’t force coherent speech out of her throat.



“Yes, she is,” Strife concurred. “Her little clit is as hard as your cock.” The God of Joy raised his head and licked the lips that were shining with Jessie’s moisture.



“Then, I think that it’s time to proceed to the next part of tonight’s festivities.”



Sweet Spirits and Stars, there was a ‘next part’?



Cupid sat them up and nodded a signal to Strife. Strife slid his hands between her and Cupid to cup her buttocks. He gently lifted her up and off Cupid’s lap, causing her clit to rub along the entire length of Cupid’s cock. Another gasping groan tore itself out of her throat. Then Strife turned her around so that she was facing her blonde haired lord, and then he slid her onto Cupid’s flesh. Her shudder rippled down the whole length of her body. Cupid grinned at the sensation on his cock.



“Oh lover, thank you for sharing her with me, she is so responsive.” Strife murmured as he made a minute adjusted to her hips to fit her those last few millimeters. Cupid felt her nails sink into the skin of his abdomen.



Jessie stilled, panting to hold back her orgasm. She kept herself from moving, just sitting there, feeling all of Cupid inside of her and Strife all along her back. Strife slid his arms around her and rubbed his hands over her stomach and hips, and then he caught the length of her hair and brought it forward over one shoulder. He whispered his breath along her bare shoulder and up her neck to nuzzle the space behind her ear. Her breath came out in a tiny gasp.



Strife caught Cupid’s eyes and gave a smile so wicked that it was almost out of place on his face. Cupid grinned back and sat up. Jessie moaned at the friction against her clit.



“Hold still, Pet.” Her forehead dropped to his muscled shoulder as Cupid took another kiss from Strife, and then grinned when he felt Strife reach around to pinch his ass.



He released his lover’s mouth with last nip of his teeth and lay back down; bringing Jessie down to sprawl across his chest. He looked up at his other lover who was eyeing Jessie’s ass with appreciation.



“Go ahead, she isn’t nearly wild enough yet.”



“My lord?” Jessie gasped, correctly interpreting that Cupid had just given Strife permission to fuck her other opening.



“Ah, Jessie, you aren’t frantic enough yet to please me,” Cupid smiled at the woman above him while brushing a lock of her rich red hair away. The tenderness of the gesture was offset by the lupine grin of anticipation on his face.



“He is going to stuff you with his cock while I’m inside of you,” Cupid informed her. “Then, we’re going to fuck you blind. And you’re going to *wait* until I say that you can come. Strife is very good and very long, and we‘re going to be able to feel our cock rubbing against each other while we’re fucking you. And when I finally let you come, it’s going to feel better than anything that you’ve ever felt.”



Jessie whimpered.



Strife smiled and conjured some lubricant into his hand. It was a special pleasure enhancing mix made by his Uncle Ares. He poured a generous amount into the crack of her butt and began to tenderly stretch her. Cupid licked his lips when he felt the brush of Strife’s fingers through the thin bit of skin between openings. When Strife finally entered her, it would feel so good.



Strife in the mean time was enjoying the sight of Jessie’s pale skin against Cupid’s bronze. She was squirming at the sensation of his fingers inside of an orifice that, unless he was a lousy judge of character, had never felt entrance. She wasn’t complaining though, not that she would judging from the way she had acquiesced to everything so far. He felt the tight ring of muscle press against his fingers when he spread them to stretch her.



“Don’t tense up Jessie.” He instructed her. “This is going to feel *so* good in a few moments.”



Jessie tossed a pleading look over her shoulder at him. He smiled encouragingly at her and added another finger. He carefully curled one of his fingers to stroke nerve endings that she didn’t know she had.



“Ohhhh, gods,” Jessie gasped.



“We’re right here.” Cupid grinned.



“What, you can’t tell?” Strife twisted his fingers inside of her.



“P-p-lease...”



“She’s still coherent,” Strife observed.



“Not for long.” Cupid said with a dark smile and used his mind to float the bottle of special oil to Strife’s cock and drizzle it down his cock. Taking this unsubtle hint, Strife took his cock in his hand and pushed it into the panting woman in the bed.



Jessie tried to squirm, but Cupid held her still. It still hurt, but it felt so good. When Strife was fully seated inside her, she desperately tried to draw air into her lungs. It didn’t seem to come. Cupid was under her, Strife was over her, and she couldn’t seem to breathe mashed between the two hard bodies.



Strife seemed to sense it.



“I think that we should come at this from the side, Cupid.”



“Good idea. Roll to the left.”



“Your left or mine?”



“Mine.”



Strife nodded and shifted his weight at the same time the God of War did. Jessie groaned at the different friction the move created. Cupid reached between them and moved her right leg so that it was between his thighs and curled her left over his hip. It brought her more fully against him, erasing the small amount of distance the move had created.



Cupid looked at the mortal that he was going to have for the rest of her life. Her blue eyes were wild and her fingers were tightening into his back.



“You need that little bite of pain, don’t you Pet?” he chuckled. “You need to ride the edge of both pain and pleasure. I’ll always give that to you. As much as I think you can stand, and then I’ll pour on more. Strife, he likes the pleasure and wildness, but no so much the pain, but don’t worry. I’ll always give you both what you need, because I love seeing you come apart for me and knowing that I’m the only one who can do it for you both.”



He flexed inside of her and Strife withdrew at the same time. They both took up a rhythm that when one was sliding into her, the other was sliding out. They felt their cocks slide against each other through the thin barrier of skin and Jessie’s inner muscles gripping them both. Cupid could feel the inner shiver of her pussy and knew that a climax was on the way.



“Not yet, Jessie.” He ordered.



She groaned and staved it off.



Strife was really enjoying himself. This was hardly the first threesome that he’d had, but he couldn’t remember one that one that he’d enjoyed this much. Seeing his feral lover so tenderly dominating, and seeing Jessie’s reactions to both of them, was so fulfilling. Grandma Gaia, when had he enjoyed anything so much? He pressed tighter into Jessie and was rewarded with a yelp of startle pleasure.



“Please, please, please,” she gasped with every stroke inside of her.



“Keep begging Pet, I love hearing it.” Cupid purred.



After that, speech became impossible. Climax approached again, and again Cupid, forbade it. Another danced near and was again waved off.



“Cupid,” Strife gritted out. He wanted to release, but had staved it off.



“Well, alright.” Cupid’s elaborately casual tone was belied by his actions. “You can come, Jessie.” He said as both slammed into her at the same time, triggering a simultaneous climax between the three of them. Jessie’s scream rang through the whole temple.







In other parts of Olympus and Earth four different deities gasped at a power surge. Pleasure and Passion growled as dark and spicy power slid into them. The twin brothers looked at each other and flashed down to their temples on Earth to nab a couple of followers to enjoy the extra energy that their brother had just smacked into them.



The Goddess of Love gave a feline purr at the completion of her scheme while her twin brother on the seacoast was grinning like a maniac. He was glad that the naiads were occupying his grandson, as he didn’t want to have to come up with an explanation of the smile that was gracing his face.



The Queen of Olympus was feeling a power flutter of her own for completely other reasons. Oh, thank Gaia. Finally, it had happened.







Both of the gods had withdrawn from their female lover and had cuddled her between them. Jessie was flat on her back, still trying to pull air into her lungs.



“Jessie?” Strife queried softly.



“I can’t see.” She blinked.



“Blood has drained from your eyes for a moment,” Cupid told her. “Give it a few minutes for your circulation to catch up and it will come back.”



“Don’t say the word ‘come’ right now; I don’t think I could stand it. I thought that ‘fuck you blind’ was just an expression. I didn’t think you could actually do it.” Jessie groaned.



“Surprise,” came the smug response.



They passed the next few moments in blissful, post-coital silence. Then Cupid came up onto one elbow to view his two lovers lying in boneless puddles of flesh in his bed. What a sight. Black hair tumbled on the same pillows and rich red, sleek, pale, sweat dotted limbs, and the juices of all three of them leaking out of Jessie’s body. It was a sight that he savored with relish for a moment before he blinked them all clean.



Jessie was blinking rapidly herself.



“I think I can see.”



“You’re not sure?” Strife asked, amused.



“Give me another minute.”



They passed another few moments in silence. Strife lazily rolled his head over to see Cupid still propped up on one arm, viewing them both with possessive pride. He warmed under that green gaze. Oh, yeah. He could get used to the feel of Cupid and Jessie in bed with him. Cupid reached across Jessie to run a finger down Strife’s jaw. Strife grinned and turned his head to nip the finger playfully. Cupid smiled smugly. Strife had mustered enough energy to turn over onto his stomach and drape his arm over Jessie’s midriff. After admiring his lover’s perfect masculine butt for a moment, Cupid leaned over and kissed Jessie.



“Are you mine?”



“You know that I am,” she said softly.



“I mean, are you mine after the week is over.” He clarified.



Jessie considered the question for a minute. Did she really want to give herself to War? When you’re too tired to think, go with your instincts.



“Yes.” She said simply. She’d let him know exactly what that would mean later.



She could *see* the tide of satisfaction that swept over him. He also turned onto his stomach to drape his arm just under Strife’s on her abdomen.



Cupid magically dimmed the lights, while under the two god’s arms, a different magic happened.











*********Hi guys! This chapter gave me a little trouble and I had to walk away from it for a while. Then I watched ‘Doom’ & ‘The Bourne Supremacy’ and was inspired. Tootles for now!