tg.wizardfirstrule-第87部分

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　his　heart's　eyes。　Tomorrow　he　will　teach　you　to　use　it。〃　Kahlan　turned　to　sit　with　her　back　to　the　fire；　facing　him；　close　against　him。　It　was　a　warm　night；　and　with　the　heat　of　the　fire；　Richard　glistened　with　sweat。　The　symbols　painted　across　his　chest　and　around　his　upper　arms　gave　him　a　wild；　savage　appearance。　〃You　have　a　way　of　opening　people's　eyes；〃　she　said　in　a　coy　voice。　〃I　think　you　must　have　used　magic。〃
　
　〃Maybe　I　did。　Zedd　says　that　sometimes　a　trick　is　the　best　magic。〃
　
　The　sound　of　his　voice　resonated　with　something　deep　inside　her；　made　her　feel　weak。　〃And　Adie　said　you　have　the　magic　of　the　tongue；〃　she　whispered。
　
　The　look　in　his　gray　eyes　penetrated　her；　impaling　her　with　its　power；　making　her　breathing　quicken。　Haunting　sounds　of　the　boldas　carried　in　from　the　distance；　mingling　with　the　sound　of　the　fire；　of　his　breathing。　She　had　never　felt　this　safe；　this　relaxed；　and　this　tense；　all　at　the　same　time。　It　was　confusing。
　
　Her　gaze　wandered　from　his　eyes；　feasting　on　other　places　on　his　face：　the　shape　of　his　nose；　the　angle　of　his　cheeks；　the　line　of　his　chin。　Her　eyes　stopped　on　his　lips。　Suddenly　she　was　aware　of　how　hot　it　was　in　the　spirit　house。　She　felt　lightheaded。
　
　Probing　his　gaze　again；　she　withdrew　the　apple　from　her　pocket　and　took　a　slow；　juicy　bite；　dragging　her　teeth　across　the　meat。　The　iron　look　in　his　eyes　never　wavered。　Fluidly；　impulsively；　she　put　the　apple　to　his　mouth　and　held　it　there　as　he　took　a　big；　wet　bite。　If　only　it　were　possible　for　him　to　put　his　lips　on　her　like　that；　she　thought。
　
　And　why　not？　Was　she　to　die　in　this　quest　without　being　allowed　to　be　a　woman？　Must　she　be　only　a　warrior？　Fight　for　everyone's　happiness　but　her　own？　Seekers；　in　the　best　of　times；　died　all　too　quickly；　and　these　were　not　the　best　of　times。
　
　These　were　the　end　of　times。
　
　She　ached　at　the　thought　of　him　dying。
　
　She　pushed　the　apple　harder　against　his　teeth　as　she　watched　his　eyes。　Even　if　she　took　him；　she　reasoned；　he　could　still　fight　on；　at　her　side；　maybe　with　even　more　resolve　than　he　had　now
　
　It　would　be　for　different　reasons；　but　he　would　be　just　as　deadly；　maybe　more　so。　He　would　be　different；　though；　not　the　same　person　he　was　now。　That　person　would　be　gone　forever。
　
　But　at　least　he　would　be　hers。　She　wanted　him　so　desperately；　in　a　way　she　had　never　wanted　anything　before；　a　way　that　was　painful。　Were　they　both　to　die　without　being　allowed　to　live？　She　felt　a　tingling　weakness　with　the　need　of　him。
　
　Teasingly；　she　took　the　apple　from　his　mouth。　Juice　ran　down　his　chin。　Slowly；　deliberately；　she　leaned　over　and　licked　the　sweet　juice　from　his　chin。　He　didn't　move。　Their　faces　were　inches　apart；　she　shared　his　breath；　quick　and　warm。　So　close　was　she　that　her　eyes　could　scarcely　focus　on　his。　She　had　to　swallow　the　wetness　in　her　mouth。
　
　Reason　was　rapidly　evaporating　from　her　mind；　being　replaced　with　feelings　that　tantalized　her　with　promise；　gripped　her　with　hot　need。
　
　She　released　the　apple；　brought　her　wet　fingers　to　his　lips；　and　watched；　her　own　tongue　on　her　upper　lip；　as　he　let　each　finger　slide　into　his　mouth；　slowly　sucking　the　juice　from　them　one　at　a　time　as　she　offered　them。　The　feeling　of　the　inside　of　his　mouth；　wet　and　warm；　sent　shivers　through　her。
　
　A　small　sound　escaped　her　lips。　Her　heart　pounded　in　her　ears。　Her　chest　heaved。　She　ran…　her　wet　fingers　down　his　chin；　his　neck；　to　his　chest；　lightly　gliding　them　over　the　symbols　painted　on　him；　tracing　them　with　her　fingers；　feeling　the　hills　and　valleys　of　him。
　
　ing　to　her　knees　above　him；　she　circled　a　fingertip　around　the　hardness　of　one　of　his　nipples；　firmly　caressed　his　chest　as　she　let　her　eyes　slide　closed　for　a　moment　while　gritting　her　teeth。　Gently；　but　forcefully；　she　pushed　him　down　on　his　back。　He　went　easily；　without　protest。　She　leaned　over　him　with　her　hand　still　on　his　chest　for　support。　The　feeling　of　him　surprised　her；　the　rigid　hardness　of　his　muscles；　sheathed　with　yielding；　velvety　soft　skin；　the　wetness　of　his　sweat；　the　coarseness　of　his　hairs；　the　heat。　His　chest　rose　and　fell　with　his　heavy　breathing；　with　the　life　in　him。
　
　Leaving　one　knee　next　to　his　hip；　she　put　the　other　between　his　legs　as　she　looked　down　into　his　eyes；　her　thick　hair　cascading　down　around　his　face　as　she　continued　to　support　herself　with　the　hand　on　his　chest；　not　wanting　to　move　it；　to　lose　the　connection　with　his　moist　flesh。　A　connection　that　was　igniting　her　with　its　heat。
　
　Between　her　knees；　the　muscles　of　his　thigh　flexed；　sending　her　pulse　racing　even　faster。　She　had　to　open　her　mouth　to　get　her　breath。　She　lost　herself　in　his　eyes；　eyes　that　felt　as　if　they　were　probing　her　soul；　stripping　it　bare。　They　sent　fire　raging　through　her。
　
　With　her　other　hand　she　smoothly　unbuttoned　her　shirt　and　pulled　out　the　tails。
　
　She　put　her　hand　behind　his　strong　neck；　still　holding　herself　up；　away　from　him；　with　the　other　on　his　chest。　Her　fingers　slid　into　his　damp　hair；　tightened　into　a　fist；　held　his　head　to　the　ground。
　
　A　big；　powerful　hand　slipped　under　her　shirt；　to　the　small　of　her　back；　stroking　in　little　circles；　then　slowly　slid　up　the　line　of　her　spine；　sending　shivers　through　her；　before　ing　to　a　stop　between　her　shoulder　blades。　Her　eyes　half　closed　as　she　flexed　her　back　against　his　hand；　wanting　him　to　draw　her　against　him。　Her　breathing　was　so　fast；　she　was　almost　panting。
　
　She　drew　her　knee　up　his　leg　until　it　wouldn't　go　any　father。　Little　sounds　escaped　with　some　of　her　breaths。　His　chest　heaved　against　her　hand。　As　he　lay　under　her；　she　thought　he　had　never　seemed　so　big　to　her　before。
　
　〃I　want　you；〃　she　panted　in　a　breathless　whisper。
　
　Her　head　lowered。　Her　lips　brushed　against　his。
　
　A　look　of　pain　seemed　to　cross　his　eyes。　〃Only　if　you　first　tell　me　what　you　are。〃
　
　The　words　cut　through　her；　bringing　her　eyes　open　wide。　Her　head　moved　back　a　little。　But　she　was　touching　him；　he　could　not　stop　her；　she　thought。　she　didn't　want　him　to　stop　her。　She　barely　had　a　grasp　on　the　power　as　it　was；　and　it　was　slipping　from　her　hold。　She　could　feel　it。　She　brought　her　lips　back　to　his；　another　small　sound　escaping　with　her　breath。
　
　The　hand　on　her　back　moved　up　under　her　shirt；　took　a　fistful　of　her　hair；　gently　pulling　her　head　away。
　
　〃Kahlan；　I　mean　it。　Only　if　you　tell　me　first。〃
　
　Reason　flooded　back　into　her　mind；　washing　coldly　through　her；　drowning　her　passion。　She　had　never　cared　for　anyone　like　this。　How　could　she　touch　him　with　her　power？　How　could　she　do　this　to　him？　She　pushed　back。　What　was　she　doing？　What　was　she　thinking？
　
　She　sat　back　on　her　heels；　taking　her　hand　from　his　chest；　putting　it　over　her　mouth。　The　world　crashed　in　around　her。　How　could　she　tell　him'？　He　would　hate　her；　she　would　lose　him。　Her　head　spun　sickeningly。
　
　Richard　sat　up；　put　his　hand　gently　on　her　shoulder。　〃Kahlan；〃　he　said　softly；　drawing　her　panicked　eyes　to　his；　〃you　don't　have　to　tell　me　if　you　don't　want　to。　Only　if　you　want　to　do　this。〃
　
　Her　eyebrows　wrinkled　together　as　she　tried　to　keep　from　crying。　〃Please。〃　She　could　hardly　get　the　words　out。　〃Just　hold　me？〃
　
　He　drew　her　tenderly　to　him；　held　her　head　to　his　shoulder。　Pain；　pain　of　who　she　was；　reached　its　icy　fingers　back　into　her。　His　other　arm　wrapped　protectively　around　her；　holding　her　tight　against　him　as　he　rocked　her。
　
　〃That's　what　friends　are　for；〃　he　whispered　in　her　ear。
　
　She　was　too　drained　even　to　cry。
　
　〃I　promise；　Richard；　I　will　tell　you。　But　not　tonight？　Tonight；　just　hold　me。　Please？〃
　
　He　slowly　lay　back　down；　embracing　her　tightly　against　him　with　his　strong　arms　as　she　bit　one　of　her　knuckles　and　clutched　him　with　her　other　hand。
　
　〃When　you　want　to。　Not　before；〃　he　promised。
　
　The　horror　of　what　she　was　wrapped　her　in　its　cold　embrace；　too。　She　shook　with　the　chill　of　it。　Her　eyes　refused　to　close　for　a　long　time；　until　at　last　she　went　to　sleep；　her　last　thoughts　of　him
　
　CHAPTER　28
　TRY　ONCE　MORE；　〃　THE　Bird　Man　said。　〃And　stop　thinking　of　the　bird　you　want〃…he　tapped　Richard's　head　with　his　knuckles　…　〃from　here。　〃　He　jabbed　a　finger　in　Richard's　abdomen。　〃Think　of　it　here！〃
　
　Richard　nodded　at　Kahlan's　translation　and　put　the　whistle　to　his　lips。　His　cheeks　puffed　out　as　he　blew。　As　usual；　there　was　no　sound。　The　Bird　Man；　Richard；　and　Kahlan　looked　around　the　flat　country。　The　hunters　who　had　escorted　them　out　onto　the　plain；　their　heads　swiveling　nervously；　leaned　against　spears　planted　point　up　in　the　grassy　ground。
　
　Seemingly　from　nowhere；　starlings；　sparrows；　and　small　field　birds；　thousands　of　them；　descended；　diving　and　swooping；　on　the　small　pany。　The。　hunters　ducked；　laughing；　as　they　had　all　day；　The　air　was　filled　with　small　birds　flying　wildly　about　in　a　frenzy。　The　sky　was　black　with　them。　The　hunters　fell　to　the　ground；　covering　their　heads；　laughing　hysterically。　Richard　rolled　his　eyes。　Kahlan　turned　her　face　from　him　as　she　laughed。　The　Bird　Man　frantically　put　his　own　whistle　to　his　lips　and　blew　over　and　over　again；　his　silver　hair　flying；　trying　desperately　to　send　the　birds　back。　At　las