Tea Leaves and Opal Necklaces

Struggle, Trying, and Fire

Match Nineteen: Struggle, Trying, and Fire:

-Ju-

There were no results. I know it takes time, but I’m starting to get antsy. Part of me just wants to get this over with. The clan mothers have backed off a bit, but I can tell that they are still cheering me to get pregnant already. But, I’m having another problem on my hands. No, not my uncle and Junjie. There is another problem.

Yao’s been acting more withdrawal lately. I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he won’t tell him. I don’t think he doesn’t want to, but more like he doesn’t know how to.

“If you need an ear, I’m right here for you,” I said. Yao just pulled me into his arms and nodded. I don’t really know what’s going in his mind right now. There’s been too much going on for me to process.

I hope he can focus tonight.

“Will you be okay tonight?” I asked him as I was heading home.

“Yes,” Yao insisted over the phone. His tone didn’t sound so convincing to me.

“Did you have the juice that Fei suggested?” I asked.

“Of course I did,” he said.

“Good, good,” I said.

“Did you eat all of the foods that Bik instructed you to?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Good.”

“I’ll be home soon.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“Love you too.” I hung up just as the bus pulled up. Instinct told me to keep an eye on Yao’s well-being.


-8:00 p.m.-

What did I want to entice him with tonight? Naughty schoolgirl? Dirty little maid? I opened a drawer on my side of the chest. A flash of pink lace caught my eye. Hm? I picked up the object in question. The top was white silk with thin pink spaghetti straps. I stared at the bow at the chest. I looked at the odd, blended pattern on all sides of it. How long have I had this? When did I get this? Who gave this to me? I turned to over again. It looks really cute. Can I still where this? I wondered if pants came with it.

I took a look through the drawer. I never realized I had this many clothes in this drawer alone. I think I could open a small clothing store with them. I pushed that thought aside and dug deeper. Come on, there had to be pants to this somewhere. Maybe they are in another drawer. I took a minute and dove back in. I paused when I saw pink lace. Ah-ha! Here they are! The cuffs flare out at the bottom and the top was draw string. I took a moment to admire the pattern. Looks like I have winner tonight. I had to go and try it on. Private fashion show time!

After changing clothes, I modeled around in the mirror on out closet door. I look good! Yao’s definitely going to love this! Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

“Coming!” I shouted. I dashed down the stairs to the front door.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“Yao,” my husband said. My heart little flips in my chest. I straightened myself up before I opened the door. I licked my lips when I saw him standing outside and broke into a little cat-like smile.

“Good evening, dear,” I greeted him. “Can I interest you in a night cap?” Yao whistled as he looked her up and down.

“When did you get those?” he asked. I giggled.

“Oh, I just found these in my side of the chest,” I said. “You like?”

“Yes,” he was quick to say. I walked up to him and put my arms around his neck.

“Would it look better on me or the floor?” I asked. I kissed him on the lips. His left hand grabbed me on the ass. I squealed at his lips.

“Oooo!” I said. “I take it as you would like to see these on the floor.” Yao scooped me into his arms and carried me back to our room. I kissed him on the neck the whole way.


I dropped back on the bed. I could see that Yao was ready to pounce on me.

“Where do you want to start—the top or the bottoms?” I asked. He smirked as he chuckled at me. Yao grabbed onto my pants and untied them.

“Ooo, you go for the pants first,” I said. “Pretty bold tonight, aren’t you?” He kissed me on the abdomen. My toes curled as my pants came down to my ankles.

“No underwear?” he asked.

“Thought it would be more fun for you to have more access that way,” I said. Yao yanked off my pants and threw them aside. I smiled at the good night that we would be having. My husband sat up and took off his shirt. I still can’t get over how muscled his body can be under his clothes. I had to swallow back my drool.

“Fingers or tongue?” he asked.

“Your choice,” I said. His hand inched up my thigh, slightly pushing it apart. I leaned up to kiss him. Yao gently pushed me back down. His fingertips reached my lower lips. I moaned at the first touch. My hips started bouncing before he could go inside. Yao used his free hand to push my top up. I lifted my arms to help him get it off. He pushed my thighs wider apart as my top joined the rest of the clothes on the floor.

“Are you going to finish getting undressed?” I asked in between short gasps. Yao quickly kissed me on the lips.

“I’m working on that, dearest,” he said. I whimpered as he withdrew his hand. My husband smirked as he untied his pants. I could see how excited he was just by looking at his boxers.

“How long have you had that waiting for me?” I asked. Yao moved his hand back between my legs.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he asked. I gulped and pressed my lips together.

“Yes, actually,” I said. Yao gently put his finger to my lips.

“Well then,” he said. “I guess I will have to show you.” I giggled before he kissed me. His boxers were the last thing to go. I threw my arms around his neck. It didn’t take long for us to try and conceive again. I stuck to my guns about enjoying the hell out of the process. No babies were allowed here. Just enjoy the fun process that comes with conception. I threw back my head and moaned.

“I love you, Yao!” I screamed. I closed my eyes and moved my hips to allow deeper penetration. But then, I heard screaming. Not a pleasurable type of scream. Yao sounded like he was in pain. I opened one eye. Was he… crying?

“Yao?” I asked. “What’s the matter?” I had never seen him looking so deep in despair. His lips trembled as he froze over me.

“Yao?” I asked. “Yao?” He climbed off of me and huddled over in the corner. I leapt off of the bed and ran over to him.

“Yao? Yao?” I asked. “What’s wrong?” I tried to shake his shoulder, but he drew his knees to his chest.

“The fire! The fire!” he wailed. “The fire is going to kill us all!”

“What?” I asked. “What are you talking about?” My husband froze and turned to me. The color had drained from his face.

“Ju?” he asked.

“Is… something wrong?” I asked. Yao pushed me aside and wandered out of our room. I rushed over to the doorway. What was he talking about? What fire? Part of me wanted to run after him, but what would I say? I didn’t know how to ask him out right without freaking him out even more. He looked like he didn’t know what he was talking. I sank to my knees and rubbed the back of my head.


The next morning, I sat at the dining table, waiting. I looked up with Yao walked into the room. He gave me a strange look.

“You’re up early,” my husband said. “I thought you didn’t have class today.”

“I don’t,” I said. “I wanted to ask you something.” Yao raised his eyebrow. I leaned forward on the table.

“What happened to you last night?” I asked. He gave me a confused look.

“Huh?” Yao asked.

“We were getting really hot and steamy last night,” I said. “But then you freaked out on me and walked out. You were yelling something about a fire killing us.” Nothing seemed to be connecting in his brain as I spoke.

“Is any of this ringing any bells to you?” I asked. Yao slowly shook his head side to side.

“No,” he said.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes,” my husband said. I took a moment to think about it. I was right on him not knowing what he was talking about last night.

“Did something happen?” Yao asked. I lifted my head.

“Hm?” I asked.

“What happened to me last night?” he asked. I forced myself to smile as I waved him off.

“Don’t worry about it,” I lied. “I will look for the answer myself.”

“Hm?”

“Say, are you doing anything today?”

Yao thought about it before he pulled out his phone. “Let’s see, we do have that lunch meeting at noon.”

“And after that?” I asked.

“I think we’re free until that community dinner,” he said.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s go on a quick date between those two times.” My husband gave me a strange look.

“Will we have time?” he asked. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh we can make time,” I said. “And we don’t need sex to have a good time.” Yao broke into a small smile.

“I think we can do that,” he said. I giggled to myself. Maybe, that was just a passing thing. I didn’t believe it myself, but my mind wouldn’t let me think about it for today.

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