el.the miko-第79部分

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　hand；　the　perfect　host。　〃And　now　to　the　food。〃
　During　dinner　Nangi　spent　more　time　watching　Liu's　woman　than　he　did　his　host。　Liu　took　this　as　a　good　sign。　It　signified　to　him　that　Nangi　was　a　first…class　lecher　and　he　giggled　to　himself；　made　secure。
　〃Let's　go　inside。〃
　She　shook　her　head；　her　long　dark　hair　straying　across　his　cheek　and　shoulder。　〃I　want　to　be　out　here。　We're　elementals　now。　It's　where　we　belong。〃
　Nicholas　felt　her　soft　and　yielding　against　him；　his　mind　was　numb　with　disbelief。　She　was　someone　else's　wife。　And　that　someone　else　was　his　friend。　They　had　shared　drunkenness；　secrets；　they　had　sworn　to　be　bound　together。　That　part　of　his　mind…the　rational　part…quailed　as　her　naked　flesh　slid　over　him。　And　what　of　Justine？　Wasn't　there　a　matter　of　honor　where　she　was　concerned？　He　knew　that　his　love　for　her　was　undiminished；　untouched　by　this　moment　and　what　it　held。　An　internal　shudder　wracked　his　soul。　He　should　stop　this；　rise　up　and　walk　away　into　the　sanctuary　of　Sato's　house。　But　he　did　nothing　of　the　kind。　Justine　was　a　faraway　flame；　bending　in　the　windstorm　of　his　current　emotions。　He　breathed　a　prayer　to　her　even　as　he　drew　this　creature　more　tightly　to　him。
　He　could　not　help　himself。　His　body　yearned　for　Akiko　as　if　she　were　food；　drink；　oxygen　to　fill　his　lungs。　He　could　no　more　disentangle　himself　from　her　than　he　could　still　his　pulse。
　Akiko's　yellow　and　green　kimono　lay　behind　her　buttocks　in　hills　and　valleys　of　its　own；　the　folds　holding　deep　shadows　as　if　they　were　secrets。　Both　of　them　were　enfolded　within　his　kimono…Sato's　kimono。
　Her　flesh　was　hot　and　moist。　Her　nails　clawed　at　him；　her　small　white　teeth　bit　at　his　hard　flesh　as　if　that；　too；　were　a　sexual　act。　Neither　of　them　wanted　it　ever　to　end　and　so　their　feverishness　was　tempered　with　an　almost　painful　holding　back。
　Their　restraint　caused　Akiko　to　whimper　and　moan。　He　felt　her　smaller　body　trembling　uncontrollably　against　him；　when　his　hand　first　made　contact　with　the　already　soaking　mount　of　her　sex；　her　hips　convulsed　inward　again　and　again；　her　eyes　closed；　and　she　gripped　him　until　her　fingers　went　white。
　Around　them　the　mist　seemed　to　congeal　and　darken。　The　sky　could　no　longer　be　seen　and　the　air　had　grown　heavy　and　dank　as　if　with　the　incipience　of　a　storm。　Abruptly；　thunder　rumbled　brokenly；　and　early　morning　seemed　to　turn　into　dusk。
　Akiko　was　arched　against　him；　trembling；　her　thighs　open；　her　hands　stroking　lovingly　his　back　and　buttocks。　Her　tongue　licked　the　hollow　at　the　side　of　his　neck。
　Then　an　animal　cry　broke　from　her　and　she　moaned；　〃I　must。。。　I　must。。。〃　Twisting　herself　around　until　her　hot　mouth　engulfed　him；　inching　down　him　until　her　lips　enclosed　the　very　root。　He　wanted　to　do　the　same　to　her；　but　even　with　pinpoints　of　ecstasy　sweeping　through　her　she　had　the　presence　of　mind　to　deflect　him；　keeping　the　insides　of　her　thighs　away　from　his　eyes。　She　could　not　afford　to　let　him　see　what　lay　there；　grinning　with　power。　For　that　would　end　it　all。　Yukio　would　be　gone　forever　and　nothing　either　of　them　could　do　would　bring　her　back　again。　He　would　know。。。　and　he　would　try　to　destroy　her。
　So　she　sucked　more　heavily　on　him；　reaching　up　to　enclose　the　totality　of　his　sex；　using　every　technique　she　had　learned　to　bring　him　pleasure。　He　gave　up　his　grip　on　her；　surrendering。
　But；　oh；　how　she　longed　to　feel　his　lips　and　tongue　on　her　as　she　was　on　him。　In　her　mind's　eye　she　imagined　it　and　shivered。　Then　she　felt　his　fingers　returning　to　the　core　of　her　and　she　sighed　inwardly；　feeling　her　sex　like　the　heavy　pulse　of　a　second　heart。
　It　began　to　rain　as　she　reluctantly　let　him　go。　Immediately　he　moved　atop　her；　his　wet　sex　grazing　her　thigh　and　belly　as　he　did　so。　Gently　she　took　hold　of　him；　guiding　him。　His　mouth　came　down　over　one　dark　nipple；　then　another；　back　and　forth。　She　could　not　slow　her　breathing。
　Thunder　cracked　overhead；　approaching；　and　the　rain　picked　up。　There　was　virtually　no　wind　and　the　rain　came　almost　straight　down；　striking　the　smooth　pebbles　all　around　them　in　a　muted　roar。　They　could　see　nothing　clearly　but　themselves。
　Akiko　rubbed　him　against　her　wet　opening　with　the　delicacy　of　a　courtesan。　She　begged　him　not　to　tease　her；　yet　her　hands　continued　to　tease　them　both；　increasing　the　tension　and　the　pleasure　until　it　became　unbearable　for　them。
　With　a　burst　of　exhaled　breath　Nicholas　tore　himself　from　her　gentle　grasp　and　slowly　moved　into　her。　Akiko　gasped　and；　shaking　uncontrollably；　arced　herself　up　against　him。　She　rubbed　her　wet　flesh　against　his；　reveling　in　the　scrub　of　his　hair　against　her　body。
　He　hilled　her　and　she　felt　connected　to　the　universe。　She　felt　all　weight　leave　her　heart；　all　hate　melt　like　snow　in　the　burgeoning　heat　of　the　first　spring　day；　all　blackness　disappear　from　her　sight。
　She　floated　in　the　rain　and　the　thunder　like　a　slender　reed　on　the　riverside。　Birds　flew；　calling；　above　her；　the　wind　rippled　all　about　her；　the　rain　struck　her　and　she　bent　willingly　before　its　force。　Water　rushed　by　beneath　her　and　small　burrowing　insects　tickled　her　roots。　She　was　part　of　the　river；　the　forest；　the　sea　shore；　the　depths　of　the　world。
　She　plummeted　and　rose　at　the　same　time；　night　became　day；　then　reversed　itself。　The　cosmic　clock　beat　in　her　ear；　turning　seconds　into　centuries；　minutes　into　eons。　Her　breathing　was　the　growth　of　bedrock；　the　metamorphosis　of　carbon　into　diamond；　of　fossil　detritus　into　fuel。
　She　sighed　and　the　seasons　changed；　she　shuddered　and　new　islands　sprang　into　being　across　the　bosom　of　the　Pacific。　She　convulsed；　crying　out　wildly　as　he　shot　and　shot　into　her；　as　their　loins　ground　together；　as　orgasm　followed　orgasm；　and　the　world　winked　out　in　the　blink　of　an　eye。
　The　Blue　Monster　had　changed　cars　three　times　on　his　way　up　north。　The　first　time　had　been　in　Miami　when　Route　1　became　195。　The　second　time　had　been　in　Savannah　when　the　bastard　and　Alix　Logan　stopped　to　get　a　bite　to　eat。　The　third　time　had　been　just　outside　Beaufort；　South　Carolina。　The　Phonix　cipher　machine　was　on　a　locking　slide　mount　and　was　easy　to　move　from　vehicle　to　vehicle。　Right　now　the　Blue　Monster　would　have　felt　naked　without　it。
　The　bastard　drove　like　a　sonuvabitch　and　the　Blue　Monster　had　to　be　doubly　careful　because　this　was　strictly　solo　and　there　was　absolutely　no　margin　for　error。　If　he　lost　them　now　it　was　all　over　for　him；　he　knew　that　neither　he　nor　anyone　else　would　be　able　to　find　them　quickly　again。
　He　bided　his　time。　He　smoked　unfiltered　Camels　and　was　patient；　allowing　the　harsh　tobacco　bite　to　keep　him　awake。　He　took　no　pills。
　The　Blue　Monster　was　far　better　than　Croaker　had　anticipated　and　he　arrived　outside　the　hotel　four…and…a…half　minutes　after　Croaker　and　Alix　Logan　had　disappeared　inside　the　stone　and　glass　lobby。　It　was　an　eastern　chain　hotel　just　outside　Raleigh　with　an　enormous　tri…level　shopping　arcade　across　the　six…lane　highway　off　which　its　drive　curled　in　a　macadamed　crescent。
　Jesse　James；　the　Blue　Monster；　pulled　his　cream…colored　Aries　K　car　off　Highway　70。
　He　had　spotted　what　he　suspected　was　their　car…a　late…model　maroon　Ford　four…door…and　had　made　the　turn　from　the　middle　lane；　causing　both　voiced　ire　and　the　screeching　of　brakes　and　horns　from　those　vehicles　to　the　left　of　him　as　he　slid　across　their　bows；　speeding　toward　the　egress。
　He　lofted　a　rigid　middle　finger　in　their　direction。　After　the　incident　five　miles　back　he　had　no　patience　for　any　of　these　south…em　North　Carolina　hicks。　The　goddamned　pimply　kid　in　the　dusty　pickup　with　the　straw　cowboy　hat　and　denim　jacket；　James　thought　as　he　rolled　up　into　the　parking　lot。　Probably　wasn't　even　seventeen　and　sure　as　shit　didn't　know　how　to　drive。
　James　spat　out　his　open　window。　The　kid　was　how　he　had　e　to　lose　the　maroon　Ford。　Imagine。　To　e　all　this　way　on　that　bastard's　tail　only　to　lose　him　at　a　goddamned　stoplight　because　a　candy…assed　kid　wouldn't　pull　over　to　let　me　pass。　James　still　seethed　inside　at　the　thought。
　Then　his　keen　eye　had　picked　out　the　maroon　Ford　sitting　in　the　hotel's　parking　lot　and　he　had　made　his　move。　He　pulled　into　a　space　three　cars　down　from　the　Ford　and　ambled　out；　stretching　his　legs。　No　point　in　hurrying　now；　he　told　himself　pragmatically。　Either　this　was　their　vehicle　or　he　had　lost　them　for　sure。
　His　pulse　rose　as　he　saw　the　license　plates。　Florida。　He　came　and　stood　next　to　the　car；　put　the　flat　of　his　hand　on　the　hood。　Still　warm。　It　was　them　all　right。
　He　knelt　down　as　if　tying　a　shoelace　and　wiped　the　accumulation　of　mud　that　wily　bastard　had　smeared　across　the　plates；　making　a　note　of　the　letter…number　bination。　Then　he　rose　and　went　up　the　stepped　concrete　path　toward　the　hotel's　side　entrance。
　The　young　lieutenant's　name　was　Russilov；　and　the　more　Pro…torov　saw　of　him　the　better　he　liked　him。　The　man　had　initiative。　The　problem　with　most　of　the　soldiers　ing　up　through　the　strictly　controlled　Soviet　system；　Protorov　thought；　was　that　they　lacked　just　that。　Initiative。
　They　were　all　right　if　you　gave　them　a　blueprint。　They'd　follow　it　down　to　the　letter　or　die　trying。　You　couldn't　fault　that　kind　of　dedication。　Unless　you　were　in　Viktor　Protorov's　line　of　work。　Then　that　kind　of　robotic　thinking　could　blow　a　network；　destroy　a　potential　defector　ing　over　from　the　other　side；　or　expose　the　mouse　in　someone　else's　house。　Protorov　had　too　many　mice　in　other　people's　houses　to　be　satisfied　with　the　grade　of　soldier　that　would　normally　be　assigned　to　him。　Bureaucrats　were；　of　course；　out　altogether。
　It　galled　him　that　he　had　to　take　this　raw　and　basically　unthinking　talent　and　make　it　over。　Beneath　his　skillful　hands　the　clay　of　Mother　Russia　was　reformed　into　individuals　useful　to　the　Ninth　Directorate。
　To　that　end　he　was　headmaster　of　a　school　in　the　Urals。　It　was　much　smaller　than　the　one　the　KGB　itself　ran…the　one　filled　with　American　streets；　American　money；　milk　shakes　and　hot　dogs；　talk　of　the　Yankees　and　the　Dodgers；　the　Giants　and　the　Dallas　Cowboys。　That　was　fairytale　stuff　and；　besides；　it　had　proven　to　be　potentially　dangerous。　Too　many　Russian　sleepers　assimilated　into　American　life　via　that　school　had　failed　to　respond　to　their　wakeup　call。　Life　in　the　West　pr