el.angeleyes-第109节

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pleasure。
　Her　eyes　were　closed；　she　rubbed　her　face　against　the　coarseness　of　his　cheeks；　and　jolts　of　electricity　penetrated　all　the　way　into　her　lower　belly。
　She　could　feel　the　tension　e　into　him　in　increments；　not　the　tension　of　conflict　and　strife　with　which　she　had　bee　all　too　familiar；　but　the　tiny　ribbonings　of　a　luscious　tautness　in　the　last　few　indescribable　moments　before　release；　a　desire　to　drown　in　bliss。
　Then　he　groaned；　deep　in　his　throat；　a　growl；　really；　drawn　out　and　heartfelt；　and　she　felt　him　draw　in　against　her　so　tightly　that　she　could　not　breathe　as　he　convulsed。　This；　in　turn；　set　her　off；　her　eyes　flying　open；　her　mouth　gasping；　all　thought　obliterated。
　Then；　all　too　quickly；　he　was　sliding　out　of　her。
　〃No；〃　she　moaned。　〃Oh；　no。　Not　yet。〃
　But　he　had　dropped　to　his　knees；　his　mouth　found　her；　burrowing　in　and　up；　his　tongue　like　an　adder　flicking　at　the　core　of　her；　and　she　almost　screamed。
　She　worked　her　hips　around　and　around；　her　hands　on　either　side　of　his　head；　lovingly　stroking　him　as　she　shuddered　again　and　again；　her　upper　torso　folded　over　him；　her　legs　shaking　and　jerking；　her　head　heavy；　spinning　in　the　full　flux　of　desire。
　〃Oh；　God　。　。　。〃
　Tori　collapsed　against　him；　and　they　tumbled　in　a　heap　to　the　floor。　She　took　him　in　her　hands；　whispered；　〃I　want　you　hard　again。　Right　now。〃
　Russell　laughed。　〃Only　one　of　us　is　from　Krypton；　remember？　Give　me　a　couple　of　minutes　to　recover。〃
　Tori　kept　her　hands　on　him；　moving；　and　as　it　turned　out；　he　didn't　need　a　couple　of　minutes。
　When　at　last　they　were　fully　sated；　Tori　rested　her　head　against　his　chest。　She　liked　hearing　the　beating　of　his　heart；　running　at　such　a　different　pace　from　hers。　It　was　as　if；　from　this　one　percussion　line；　she　could　determine　the　scope　of　the　music　that　moved　him…what　he　liked；　what　he　didn't；　what　made　him　happy；　what　made　him　sad；　what　forted　him；　what　frightened　him。　It　was　an　illusion；　she　knew…people　were　far　too　plex　for　all　their　secrets　to　be　revealed　in　such　a　way…but　it　was　a　lovely　illusion；　for　all　that。
　〃Almost　to　Moscow；〃　Tori　said　wryly　when　they　had　returned　to　their　seats；　〃and　all　we　can　think　about　is　sex。〃
　〃It's　a　survival　instinct；〃　Russell　said。　〃We　both　know　where　we're　headed；　that　there's　nothing　but　trouble　waiting　for　us　when　we　land；　and　yet　we're　still　going。　There's　a　part　of　us　that　does　what　it　has　to　to　remind　us　we're　still　alive。〃
　〃Is　that　what　our　making　love　was　to　you？　A　primitive　instinct？〃
　〃I　see　that　once　again　I've　said　the　wrong　thing。〃
　〃You　bet　you　have！〃　Tori　said；　pulling　away。
　〃Calm　down；〃　Russell　said。
　Tori　shook　away　his　hold。　〃Don't　tell　me　what　to　do！〃
　〃I'm　not　for　Christ's　sake　telling　you　what　to　do。〃
　〃Well；　how　do　you　expect　me　to　act　when　we've　just　made　such　wonderful　love　and　you　tell　me　that！　Didn't　it　mean　anything　more　to　you　than　some　kind　of　anthropological　mating　dance？〃
　〃Of　course　it　did！〃　Russell　shouted。　〃Haven't　I　already　told　you　I　love　you？　But　I　haven't　heard　a　word　in　reply。〃
　In　the　ringing　silence　they　stared　at　each　other。
　〃Sometimes　I　wish　I　didn't　love　you；〃　Russell　said　in　a　low　voice。　〃We're　so　different。　You're　such　a　mystery　to　me。　You　can　be　quite　frightening　at　times。　The　things　you're　capable　of。。。　I　don't　really　know　what　I'm　letting　myself　in　for；　loving　you。〃
　〃We　never　do　know；〃　Tori　said　softly。　〃Isn't　that　part　of　the　excitement　of　love；　the　not　knowing；　the　future　of　finding　out　together？〃
　〃Tori；''　Russell　said。　〃Do　you　love　me？''
　〃Oh；　Russ。〃　She　kissed　him　hard　on　the　lips。　When　she　pulled　her　head　away；　she　said；　〃I'm　afraid；　too。〃
　〃Of　what？〃
　''Of　losing　myself　in　you。''
　〃I'm　not　your　father。〃
　She　stared　at　him。　〃What　do　you　mean？〃
　''Isn't　that　what　happened　to　you？　You　wanted　to　lose　yourself　in　him；　and　because　you　couldn't；　you　lost　yourself　in　Bernard　Godwin？〃
　〃What　a　horrible　thing　to　say。〃
　〃Perhaps；　but　it's　the　truth。〃　Russell　held　her。　〃Tori；　this　is　what　Bernard　saw　in　you…the　Wild　Child　of　Tokyo。　Do　you　think　he　came　upon　you　by　accident；　that　he　hadn't　studied　you　for　months？　Understanding　your　particular　psychology　was　how　he　was　able　to　snare　you；　keep　you　loyal　to　him。　This　is　Bernard's　specialty。〃
　Tori　sought　to　digest　all　this。　She　watched　water　droplets　streaking　the　window。　It　seemed　to　her　as　if　that　horizontal　rain　represented　the　strange　new　world　opening　to　her。　〃I'm　still　the　Wild　Child；　Russ；〃　she　said。　〃I　don't　want　to　lose　her。〃
　Russell　stroked　her　hair。　〃It　seems　hard　to　realize；　I　know；　but　you　won't　lose　her；　no　matter　what　happens。''
　Tori　closed　her　eyes；　shuddered。　〃Is　that　why　it's　so　hard　to　pull　away？〃
　〃Partly；〃　Russell　said。　〃There's　also　the　fear　of　there　being　only　you　now　to　rely　on。〃
　Tori　opened　her　eyes。　〃But　that's　not　true；　now；　is　it？〃　She　was　crying。　〃I　love　you；　Russ。〃
　They　held　each　other　in　silence　for　some　time。　At　last　he　stirred　and　said；　〃You　know；　discipline　dictates　that　we　turn　this　plane　around　right　now。　Love　and　fieldwork　are　deadly　panions。〃
　〃It's　too　late　for　second　thoughts；〃　Tori　said。
　〃Is　it？〃
　〃Always　serious。　Always　duty　first；　that's　you；　Russ。〃
　〃Not　always；〃　he　said；　reaching　for　her。　〃Not　anymore。〃
　The　727　flew　on　toward　Moscow。
　
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　Captain　Nikolev　was　at　Department　N　headquarters；　immersed　in　the　drudgery　of　paperwork　connected　with　the　Bondasenko…Ponomareva　stakeout；　when　the　routine　report　came　over　the　wire。　It　concerned　the　American　diplomatic　mission　from　Tokyo　being　held　up　at　Sheremetyevo　Airport　because　of　bureaucratic　red　tape。
　He　immediately　got　up　from　the　typewriter。　He　was　thinking　of　the　memo　Mars　had　shown　him；　and　Mars's　firm　if　unstated　belief　that　this　''diplomatic　mission''　had　more　to　do　with　White　Star　than　it　did　with　international　diplomacy。
　He　rang　downstairs　to　the　garage　for　a　driver　and　car；　grabbed　his　hat　off　the　rack；　and　took　the　concrete　stairs　two　at　a　time　down　to　where　the　black　Zil　waited。
　It　was　pouring；　and　traffic　was　snarled。　He　instructed　his　driver　to　take　the　Chaika　lane　out　of　the　city　so　they　could　make　good　time　to　Sheremetyevo。　It　was　important　now　that　he　arrive　before　someone　from　the　American　embassy　did　to　bail　the　〃diplomatic　mission〃　out。
　But　even　with　all　the　cynicism　KGB　foreknowledge　provided；　he　was　unprepared　for　the　two　Americans　he　found　enmeshed　in　the　exquisitely　inefficient　Soviet　bureaucratic　machine。　It　was　not　the　big　handsome　American　male　with　the　hard　eyes　and　sharp　tongue　of　a　professional…although　hardly　a　professional　diplomat…who　threw　Captain　Nikolev；　but　the　stunning；　well…built　blond　with　eyes　so　fantastic　that　Nikolev　had　to　force　himself　to　look　away　or　forever　be　mesmerized。
　If　possible；　her　tongue　was　sharper　than　that　of　her　panion's。　She　was　wearing　a　short　skirt　and　a　sleeveless　blouse。　Captain　Nikolev　stared　at　the　definition　of　the　muscles　in　her　arms。　He　had　never　before　in　his　life　seen　a　pair　of　legs　like　those。　His　mind　was　busy；　nicking　past　possibility　after　possibility。　Who　was　this　singular　woman？
　The　two　Americans　were　surrounded　by　a　clot　of　suspicious；　dull…eyed　officials。　Shaking　off　his　amazement；　Captain　Nikolev　waded　into　the　mess　with　the　assurance　and　aplomb　of　a　member　of　an　invisible　club　which　operated　by　an　entirely　different　set　of　rules　from　the　rest　of　the　local　citizens。
　He　glanced　at　the　diplomatic　mission's　papers；　and　though　he　was　convinced　that　they　were　forgeries　before　he　even　saw　them；　he　could　find　no　hard　evidence　to　back　up　that　suspicion。　The　papers　seemed　genuine　to　him；　and　he　was　certain　that　should　he　hand　them　over　to　the　KGB　lab；　its　results　would　likely　not　differ　from　his　first　visual　impression。　The　lab　could　do　the　same　with　any　American…or　British；　French；　Japanese…document　one　could　name；　so　what　was　the　point　in　trying　to　spot　a　forgery？　One　had　to　go　by　instinct　in　these　matters。　Captain　Nikolev　had　learned；　not　by　evidence。　Though；　of　course；　one　needed　to　be　thorough；　experience　had　taught　him　that　professionals　rarely　gave　you　any　evidence　to　work　with；　so　it　was　useless　to　waste　too　much　time　searching　for　it。
　〃Mr。　Slade；　Miss　Nunn；〃　Captain　Nikolev　said　in　Russian；　as　he　introduced　himself；　〃do　either　of　you　speak　Russian？〃
　〃I　speak　it　passably　well；〃　Tori　said；　〃though　I　admit　it's　been　some　time　since　I　had　cause　to　use　it。〃
　Captain　Nikolev　smiled；　inclined　his　head。　〃Your　accent　is　not　terrible。　Miss　Nunn。　How　is　your　vocabulary？〃
　〃We'll　have　to　see。〃
　Yes；　Nikolev　thought。　That　we　will。　He　closed　their　documents；　handed　them　back。　〃Everything　seems　in　order；〃　he　said。
　〃Really？〃　Tori　was　surprised。　〃Then　why　have　we　been　sitting　here　wrangling　with　Immigration　for　over　an　hour？〃
　Nikolev　shrugged。　〃It　seems　to　me　that　bureaucracies　are　the　same　the　world　over。〃　He　smiled。　〃Someone　perhaps　was　concerned　that　your　flight　plan　overflew　the　military　air　base　outside　Novosibirsk。〃
　Tori　said；　〃The　fact　is；　we　were　detoured　around　it。〃
　〃Of　course。　I　understand　local　security　outside　of　Moscow　is　quite　good；　quite　stable；　but　nevertheless　。　。　。〃　He　smiled　again。　〃I　hope　it　would　not　be　too　much　of　an　inconvenience　if　I　had　some　of　my　men　check　your　aircraft。