***** Vol.2 Chap.14 A moment of intimacy *****

They held hands. To them, this was a perfect way to end a long and arduous week. They were both happy. Though it had been a rough week, somehow, they have managed. They have done their best to treat the patients at the clinic. Their discovery for the new acupuncture treatment was being appreciated by their colleagues at the hospital. Their practice was known not only in China, but now also in America.

But most of all, they have one another. They had always been there for one another. Sure, their lives were hard. They were never rich. Sure, they were poor, but they would not have it any other way. Their reward was to see their patients being treated well knowing that they have made a difference in the patient’s lives and the lives of the patient’s families. They have never been much for notoriety. But they hoped that more people could be helped by what they have discovered.

They sat there holding hands for a long time. Each drowned in their own thoughts, but mostly they were enjoying one another’s company. They did not know that they were sitting in total darkness until she finally looked at her watch. It was close to midnight. She yanked on his hand.

“It is close to midnight.”

“It is? Wow.”

“I wanted to get up early and go to the temple tomorrow morning since tomorrow is the anniversary of my parent’s death.”

“Oh yes. We better go to bed now.” He stood up and stretched. She also stood up slowly. He grabbed both chairs and headed inside the house.

In a few minutes, he was ready for bed. It did not take her too much longer before they were both warmly snuggled in bed. He turned to face her and gently stroked her hair. He loved her long and flowing hair. He loved to feel her hair, to caress her hair, to bury his fingers in her hand. He slipped his arm around her neck and savored the sensation of her head resting on his arms. He began to rub her temples.

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“Ooh that felt good.”

“Here is a nice massage for my fair lady?” Haw-Ting muttered as he worked his fingers some more on her temples.

Even though she was tired, she enjoyed being cuddled by him. Many times, when his head hit the pillow, he was already out and asleep. But tonight, he was surprisingly awake. She thought to herself that it must have been the seasoning that they put into the duck. Or perhaps the reason was that they had dinner late this evening. Whatever the reason, she was enjoying a little attention from him. She let his fingers worked its way down from her temples to her brow. It was so soothing and relaxing. With each massage, a little more of her anxiety was massaged away. With each touch, a little more of the love and gentleness was deposited into her. Her furrows in her brow began to disappear. He worked steadily on her brow till all the furrows had disappeared.

Next, He worked on her cheek with gentile strokes, admiring the lines and every feature of the face. He loved to look at her and caressed her cheeks. His touch was so mesmerizing. She felt the tension of the day waning away. The more he caressed her check, the more she was relaxed. She kept her eyes closed, savoring the moment. She would imagine that they were like little children skipping the meadows outside her parent’s house. There were no worries and nothing to care about. They hopped and they bounced. They jumped and they danced. Even though there may be dark clouds gathering in the distance. Yes, a storm was coming. But for the moment, they danced the time away.

She opened her eyes and saw his eyes fixed on hers. There was a kind of gentleness, a kindness in his eyes. There was love in his gaze. His gaze was so open, so inviting, so unadulterated. She shifted her body until she put her arms around him, kissed him passionately on the lips, and caressed his upper lip softly with her tongue. In return, he lightly stroked her lower lip with his tongue. She freed her legs and wrapped them tightly around his torso. In turn, he wrapped his legs around her waist. They were both writhing and twisting slowly in synchrony, turning one way and the other. As much as their bodies were intertwined together, their souls were also likewise locked in eternal ecstasy. Neither of them wanted time to end. They had gone through hard times together. But each time, they had been constant and faithful companions to one another. When she was deeply distressed, he would always be there for her. When he was depressed, she would always cheer him up. They were perfect for one another. While it was nice that their souls were so suited to one another, they still enjoyed the physical intimacy whenever they had the chance to.

She did not know how long they had held one another in their arms. But they must have both fallen asleep together while still locked together in one another’s arms. Contented, they both drifted off to sleep, content, happy, and fulfilled.