el.angeleyes-第7部分

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she　walked　away　from　him；　stood　staring　at　the　book…lined　shelves　against　an　inner　wall。　Her　eyes　drifted　over　titles　that　had　no　meaning　for　her；　her　vision　was　filled　with　her　own　quickened　pulse。　Blood　roared　in　her　ears。
　〃Why　did　you　do　that？〃　Ariel　asked。
　Without　turning　around。　Tori　said；　''Don't　e　any　closer。''　She　knew　that　she　had　to　stop　this　now；　before　she　got　herself　into　something　she　could　not　control。　This　man　had　lied　to　her；　he　had　known　just　what　he　was　doing；　taking　her　down　into　the　tunnels　under　Buenos　Aires。　The　only　thing　left　to　discover　was　where　he　meant　to　lead　her。
　But　all　the　while　she　could　feel　the　heat　building；　a　heat　she　felt　all　the　way　to　her　fingertips。　Stop　it！　she　admonished　herself。　Concentrate　on　what　must　be　done　here。
　She　said；　〃Why　do　you　live　here；　and　not　in　Virginia？　Doesn't　Slade　require　face…to…face　briefings　anymore？〃
　For　a　long　time　there　was　no　sound　in　the　room；　then　she　heard　Ariel　moving；　and　a　moment　later　music　drifted　through　the　house。　Melissa　Etheridge　singing　〃Chrome　Plated　Heart。〃
　He　came　up　close　behind　her；　said　in　her　ear；　'　'How　did　you　know　I　work　for　the　Mall？〃
　Tori　closed　her　eyes。　〃It　wasn't　just　one　thing。　The　Japanese　who　just　happened　to　be　in　the　tunnels。　You　said　of　them；　'If　they　catch　us；　they'll　kill　us！'　Then；　just　now；　you　said　you'd　rather　work　with　the　Japanese。　What　would　you　know　about　the　Japanese？　But　the　biggest　mistake　you　made　was　in　not　showing　sufficient　surprise　at　what　I　did　down　there：　finding　our　hiding　place；　killing　the　rat；　keeping　you　from　making　a　sound　when　they　were　still　out　there　waiting　for　us。〃　At　last　she　turned　to　face　him。　〃I　think　it's　about　time　you　tell　me　what　this　is　all　about。〃
　〃Later；〃　Ariel　said。　〃When　there's　plenty　of　time。〃　his　lips　covered　hers；　and　this　time　she　knew　she　lacked　the　will　to　break　away。
　She　felt　him　around　her；　his　arms　coiling；　a　great　masculine　figure；　hard　and　strong；　a　sanctuary　within　the　heavenly　aerie　he　had　created　for　himself。　And　it　was　as　if　she　had　been　dropped　into　me　center　of　a　whirlpool；　in　the　grip　of　forces　she　could　no　longer　hold　in　check。　She　was　out　of　control；　she　knew　it；　and　still　the　exhilaration　rose　in　her；　blotting　out　everything　but　Ariel。
　She　crushed　herself　against　him；　feeling　her　nipples　erect；　feeling　the　long　dormant　liquid　heaviness　in　her　thighs　and　pelvis。　She　trembled　in　his　embrace；　and　he　lifted　her　off　her　feet。
　The　taste　of　lust　was　in　her　mourn；　the　fire　in　her　body　given　full　reign；　conscious　thought　driven　away　on　the　wings　of　her　passion。
　She　was　so　hungry…not　only　her　loins　but　her　empty　heart　yearned　to　be　filled　again；　to　throb　at　the　sight　of　a　precious　lover；　to　anticipate　his　love　like　the　ing　of　night；　and　then　to　feel　it　gushing　through　her　like　a　mountain　stream　at　the　first　thaw　of　spring。
　She　wept　as　he　kissed　her　breasts；　her　thighs；　her　wet　sex。　She　murmured　endearments　when　she；　in　turn；　took　him　in　her　mouth；　feeling　him　growing；　growing；　the　taste　of　him　intoxicating。
　She　cried　out　when　he　entered　her；　her　nails　scoring　his　back　as　he　slid　all　the　way　up　her　and　she　was　filled　to　bursting；　her　heart　thundering；　her　thighs　lifting；　enclosing　him。　Their　breaths　mingled；　he　kissed　her　ears；　her　nose；　the　ers　of　her　eyes　where　her　flesh　was　as　thin　and　soft　as　a　baby's。　He　inhaled　the　musk　at　the　hollow　of　her　throat；　licked　the　swelling　tops　of　her　breasts。
　And；　oh；　it　was　good。　Not　only　the　pleasure　they　were　creating　together；　but　the　letting　go；　like　dancing　in　the　rain　or　rushing　naked　into　the　sea。　Tori's　heart　sighed；　contented；　as　she　was　buried　breathlessly　toward　an　ending；　a　thunder　in　her　soul；　the　sun　in　her　eyes；　the　rain　of　their　sweat　flying　as　they　ground　together；　the　sweet　collision　of　flesh　and　emotion　that　only　making　love　can　produce。
　Then　he　was　gasping　and　heaving。　She　felt　him　shudder；　arch　into　her；　and　something　touched　her　core。　Everything　shattered；　like　walking　into　and　through　a　mirror；　arriving　at　a　new　reality；　a　plane　of　existence　once　only　hinted　at。
　〃Oh；　my　God。　。　。　Ohhh！〃
　She　moved…when　she　could　gather　herself　to　stir　again…to　the　beat　of　his　heart　as　well　as　her　own。　The　feeling　was　so　sweet；　so　intense；　that　she　felt　tears　e　again。　It　was　something　to　feel　like　a　woman　once　more；　soft　and　vulnerable。　It　was　so　different　from　how　she　had　been　trained：　she　had　been　instructed　to　bee　as　hard　as　a　man；　so　she　had　bee　harder；　she　had　been　instructed　to　replace　emotion　with　logic；　so　she　had　bee　harder；　she　had　been　instructed　to　replace　logic　with　instinct；　so　she　had　bee　harder　still；　so　immersed　in　her　studies　she　had　no　time　for　personal　considerations。　An　economy　of　movement；　speech；　thought　had　overtaken　her；　defining　her　new　life。
　And　everything　else　had　withered　within　her。　She　had　seen　this　as　good；　a　purging；　an　exorcism　of　the　toxins　that　had　embittered　her　previous　life；　that　had　driven　her　to　Japan；　to　a　land　and　a　philosophy　that　was　as　far　as　she　could　get　from　what　she　had　once　been。　Up　until　this　moment。
　Now　she　saw　the　other　side：　how　the　forging　of　her　spirit　in　the　crucible　of　her　extraordinary　training　had　distanced　herself　from　everything…the　good　as　well　as　the　bad…that　had　dwelt　inside　her。　And　she　was　immensely　grateful　to　Ariel　Solares　for　giving　her　back　that　part　of　herself　she　knew　she　could　not　live　without。
　She　wanted　to　make　love　again；　now；　before　thought　crept　back　through　her　drunk　mind；　but　her　bladder　was　bursting；　and　she　staggered　naked　off　the　sofa；　down　the　hallway；　into　the　bathroom。
　She　was　finished；　splashing　cold　water　on　her　face；　when　she　heard　the　sound。　Or；　perhaps；　felt　it　would　be　more　accurate。　Her　first　thought　was　that　an　earthquake　had　hit。　She　lurched；　grabbing　onto　the　cool　porcelain　of　the　sink。　Ariel's　toothbrush　rattled　in　its　holder　and　a　bottle　of　cologne　crashed　to　the　tile　floor。
　But　dimly　Tori　was　aware　of　the　aftermath　of　a　percussion。　Alarm　flooded　through　her。　She　pulled　open　the　door；　leaped　over　the　shards　of　glass；　ran　down　the　hall。
　All　her　senses　were　alert。　The　air　was　thick。　Plaster　dust；　smoke；　and　me　smell　of　burning　filled　the　air；　choking　her。　She　smelled　the　acrid　chemical　by…products　of　plastique　explosives。
　〃Ariel？〃　she　called。　Then　more　urgently；　〃Ariel！〃
　She　found　him　crouched　on　the　other　side　of　the　room。　The　sofa　on　which　they　had　been　making　love　but　moments　before　was　demolished；　charred　as　if　in　a　fire。　Its　pieces　had　been　thrown　halfway　across　the　floor。　The　doors　to　the　balcony　had　exploded　outward；　shards　of　glass　glittered　in　the　city　light。　There　was　a　hole　in　the　wall　behind　where　the　doors　had　been；　and　the　cruel　San　Francisco　evening　wind　whipped　the　tattered　drapes；　impaling　them　on　the　iron…tipped　Amazonian　spears。
　Tori　threw　herself　down　beside　Ariel。　He　was　making　hideous　gasping　sounds；　he　was　covered　in　blood。　She　tried　to　hold　him；　but　he　shrugged　her　away；　and　she　saw　that　he　was　desperately　trying　to　get　to　something。　his　fingers　scrabbled　at　a　cabinet　door。　He　fumbled　it　open；　then　seemed　to　lose　all　energy。　his　shoulders　slumped　heavily　and　his　forehead　rested　against　the　carpet。
　Tori　turned　him；　stifled　a　scream。　There　wasn't　much　left　of　his　chest。　How　he　was　still　breathing；　let　alone　able　to　open　a　cabinet；　was　beyond　her。
　Her　mind　refused　to　work。　It　was　as　if　she　were　stuck　in　tar。　What　had　happened？　How　could　this　have　taken　place　in　the　few　moments　she　had　been　at　the　other　end　of　the　house？
　Ariel　Solares　was　dying；　but　he　did　not　seem　focused　on　that；　he　had　more　urgent　business。　Still　in　her　arms；　he　flopped　like　a　landed　fish　until　his　right　hand　could　reach　into　the　cabinet。　He　drew　out　a　hardwood　box。　It　trembled　in　the　grip　of　the　spasm　that　racked　him。
　Then　Ariel　pressed　the　box　into　her　hand。　his　lips　moved；　his　eyes　searching　hers；　and　Tori　bent　down。
　〃What　is　it；　Ariel？〃　she　whispered。　〃Oh；　my　God；　my　God。〃
　Because　his　mouth　was　suddenly　filled　with　blood。　Bubbles　formed　at　the　corners　of　his　lips　as　he　drowned　in　his　own　fluids。

　And　there　was　nothing　Tori　could　do　but　hold　him；　rocking　him　gently；　looking　down　at　him　to　let　him　know　she　was　there；　thinking　of　the　last　line　of　the