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Authors: Anthony Grey
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known for its sexual puritanism—but homosexuality is not a capital offence. It’s frowned on, of course, politically like rape and promiscuity. They say it smacks of “counter-revolutionary” behaviour from the old, pre-liberation days—but I’ve never heard of it being punished by death.’
Nina moved towards him and tangled her fingers gently in the hair at the na pe of his neck. The sheet fell away again as she leaned closer to whisper in his ear. ‘Demonstrate a bit of counterrevolutionary behaviour for me right now, could you, sweetheart?’
He ignored her and poured himself another cup of tea, ‘What’s more, the Party’s recommended marrying ages in China are 28 for men. and 2 6 for women—not 35. If he knows as much as he claims to about me, our devious Comrade Yang would know I should spot that sort of deliberate mistake pretty quickly.’
Nina struck her forehead loudly with the palm of her hand and fell back on the pillows. .‘.Eur e ka! Of course, Holmes! This F u Man-chu’s an impostor! Why didn’t I see that before?’ When she stopped giggling and ope ne d her eyes he was sipping his tea thoughtfully and staring serious-f a ced at the folios again. She sighed loudly, pulled the sheet right up over her head and held it there, lying rigid, without breathing, in the attitude of a corpse.
Scholefield continued reading and only the dull hum of traffic noise from outside broke the hot silence in the room. Suddenly Nina took a deep breath and arched her back, pressing herself up against the tight-drawn sheet until her nipples stood out like buttons. Her voice came through the sheet petulant and muffled. ‘If only you were half as good a Nina—watcher as you are a China-watcher—’
Scho l e field turned slowly towards her. He gazed distractedly at the contours of her body for a moment, then laughed despite h imself He snatched the sheet from her fingers, peeled it back and flung it aside.
‘If only I was, then what?’
She pouted at him, still holding the posture. ‘You’d know how self-sacrificial I’d been, coming back here last night and finding you in a jet-lagged coma. Then pretending not to notice when you got up every couple of hours through the night to sneak off and read those damned folios in the kitchen.’
He stood up abruptly, unknotting the belt of his bathrobe. She collapsed with a little scream of mock horror as he took it off and walked purposefully round to her side of the bed. He stopped and stood smiling down at her. ‘This heat doesn’t affect your Iri sh - Italian nymphomania at all, then?’
She touched his nearest knee with the first two fingers of her right hand and watched them walk slowly up his bare thigh. ‘ I t makes me worse—especially after ten-day symposia on Peking’s military strength in Ottawa.’ She gazed up hot-eyed into his face. ‘My intuitive guess is that maybe China and me have something in common—perhaps we both want something from you.’
He bent over her and the tips of their tongues met between her teeth. They tantalised each other slowly with their mouths and hands until passion finally engulfed them an d swept them’ both into a long and tender frenzy. Afterwards they lay clenched together for a long time with their eyes closed, their minds filled only with the blind sensations of their bodies.
‘Christ almighty, sweetheart, you know I really begin to suspect I’ m only a year or two away from falling in love with you.’
He breathed deeply and pulled back from her, touching the damp hair on her forehead wonderingly ‘with his fingertips.
She shook her head in a little motion of disbelief. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed. When she spoke her voice betrayed more than a hint of her original Irish brogue. ‘I’m not entirely indifferent to you either.’ She traced a slow pattern in the perspiration on his back with one finger. ‘Could it be, do you think, because you’re such a beautiful indifferent bastard most
Nina moved towards him and tangled her fingers gently in the hair at the na pe of his neck. The sheet fell away again as she leaned closer to whisper in his ear. ‘Demonstrate a bit of counterrevolutionary behaviour for me right now, could you, sweetheart?’
He ignored her and poured himself another cup of tea, ‘What’s more, the Party’s recommended marrying ages in China are 28 for men. and 2 6 for women—not 35. If he knows as much as he claims to about me, our devious Comrade Yang would know I should spot that sort of deliberate mistake pretty quickly.’
Nina struck her forehead loudly with the palm of her hand and fell back on the pillows. .‘.Eur e ka! Of course, Holmes! This F u Man-chu’s an impostor! Why didn’t I see that before?’ When she stopped giggling and ope ne d her eyes he was sipping his tea thoughtfully and staring serious-f a ced at the folios again. She sighed loudly, pulled the sheet right up over her head and held it there, lying rigid, without breathing, in the attitude of a corpse.
Scholefield continued reading and only the dull hum of traffic noise from outside broke the hot silence in the room. Suddenly Nina took a deep breath and arched her back, pressing herself up against the tight-drawn sheet until her nipples stood out like buttons. Her voice came through the sheet petulant and muffled. ‘If only you were half as good a Nina—watcher as you are a China-watcher—’
Scho l e field turned slowly towards her. He gazed distractedly at the contours of her body for a moment, then laughed despite h imself He snatched the sheet from her fingers, peeled it back and flung it aside.
‘If only I was, then what?’
She pouted at him, still holding the posture. ‘You’d know how self-sacrificial I’d been, coming back here last night and finding you in a jet-lagged coma. Then pretending not to notice when you got up every couple of hours through the night to sneak off and read those damned folios in the kitchen.’
He stood up abruptly, unknotting the belt of his bathrobe. She collapsed with a little scream of mock horror as he took it off and walked purposefully round to her side of the bed. He stopped and stood smiling down at her. ‘This heat doesn’t affect your Iri sh - Italian nymphomania at all, then?’
She touched his nearest knee with the first two fingers of her right hand and watched them walk slowly up his bare thigh. ‘ I t makes me worse—especially after ten-day symposia on Peking’s military strength in Ottawa.’ She gazed up hot-eyed into his face. ‘My intuitive guess is that maybe China and me have something in common—perhaps we both want something from you.’
He bent over her and the tips of their tongues met between her teeth. They tantalised each other slowly with their mouths and hands until passion finally engulfed them an d swept them’ both into a long and tender frenzy. Afterwards they lay clenched together for a long time with their eyes closed, their minds filled only with the blind sensations of their bodies.
‘Christ almighty, sweetheart, you know I really begin to suspect I’ m only a year or two away from falling in love with you.’
He breathed deeply and pulled back from her, touching the damp hair on her forehead wonderingly ‘with his fingertips.
She shook her head in a little motion of disbelief. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed. When she spoke her voice betrayed more than a hint of her original Irish brogue. ‘I’m not entirely indifferent to you either.’ She traced a slow pattern in the perspiration on his back with one finger. ‘Could it be, do you think, because you’re such a beautiful indifferent bastard most
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