Nurse Me

KiraRaven: You are right. Orochimaru slips up in the next part. Until then, it's all but fun.

Chapter 14

Saya stretched with a yawn as she woke from one of the best naps she had had in some time. She instinctively opened her eyes to determine the time by looking at the position of the sunlight filtering through the window. The problem was that she then remembered there were no windows.

Orochimaru may not genetically be a snake, but he sure lived enough like one.

Groaning, Saya repositioned herself and closed her eyes. It wouldn’t hurt for her to snooze a little longer. Orochimaru needed to rest and she was only a distraction for him. This was turning out to be the most complicated job she could have ever imagined. Who would have thought she would be treating shinobi, much less shinobi such as a highly skilled medical ninja and a lord, at that.

Questions started to develop in Saya’s head. Just what exactly was Orochimaru lord of? It had to be more than this hole in the ground. Then again, it could very well only be a title he placed upon himself. He was very demanding and his followers, though some not totally devoted to him like Akira, did respect him and follow his orders.

Then there was herself. What did he want with her? Surely if all he was after was a woman to entertain him for a night he would have chosen someone more willing. It didn’t make sense for him to keep chasing her. Maybe that was the fun in his game, though. Both he and Saya knew he was starting to get the best of her. It was only a matter of him before he won his game.

Saya rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. It was too dark to pinpoint it, so she felt like she was starting into the deepest pit of space. Her eyes began to glass over as they went out of focus, her mind too busy thinking about what she had gotten herself into to remind her to blink.

One question that kept coming back to her was, why not? Why not just give in? It was her right to keep telling him no, but at the same time it wasn’t a death sentence if she decided to say yes. If only she hadn’t put up such a fight before. Orochimaru would only see that he had finally broken her and would only boost his dominating personality that much more.

And if she did she stop saying no, it wouldn’t be as if it was her first time.

There was once a man that she loved very much that looked at her in the same manner as Orochimaru did. To that day Saya still wasn’t sure if he loved her back, even though he said he did. He was very sweet to her but often reminded her that she knew exactly how to make his desire for her skyrocket. She eventually gave in to his pretty face and alluring words, even though she was now left with nothing to show for it.

Saya didn’t regret it. In fact, she liked to think that going from total bliss to utterly alone made her stronger. A crooked smile spread across her face as she thought about her snake-tongued patient. Well, maybe she wasn’t as strong as she thought. She slowly opened her eyes as she finally made up her mind.

She would prove, if only to herself, that she could keep her emotions in check. It wasn’t a physical relationship she was more afraid of; it was an emotional one. She was alone, but she welcomed it. That didn’t keep her from noticing her physical wants now that she had tapped back into them.

I’ll see how tonight goes, she thought, if we get along reasonably enough, we’ll see what happens. He doesn’t care for me, nor do I care for him. No one gets hurt.

Saya eventually willed herself to sit up and get out of bed. After straightening out her hair and clothes, she left to go back to Orochimaru’s room. Just to check on him; it was her job after all. She cracked his door open enough to peek inside and find that he was not in bed. As she widened the door just a bit more, she could see that there was light coming from the bathroom. Saya could also swear she smelt a flowery scent.

She walked up to the open bathroom door with uncertainty. “Can I come in?”

Orochimaru replied with a simple “yes”. He was lying in the tub with his eyes closed. Faint popping noises could be heard as the bubbles from the shampoo began to break down in the water.

“You didn’t come get me.”

“I’m not mortally wounded,” he reminded her. “Besides, you were sleeping.”

She wanted to remind him that it was his own fault.

Saya looked down at him as a silence fell between them. He had to be feeling pretty rough to be so easy on her. Something he hadn’t done since she had arrived. He hadn’t exactly been resting as much as he needed to anyway, so it was bound to be catching up to him.

“What?” he asked as he opened his eyes and found her staring down at him.

She shook with a start as she too realized this. “Nothing,” she told him as she stood and looked away. “Just let me know if you need anything. I’ll be around.”

Saya left the bathroom without a backward glance but stopped as the strange tingling in her neck and lightheadedness returned. Not wanting to “be around” somewhere else, she sat down on the end of the bed. To distract herself until the man left his bath, Saya fiddled with everything her hands could find and began shaking as she finally heard water splashing.

Orochimaru put little effort into drying himself off. Water dripped from both his hair and body into the black towel wrapped around his hips. His wound peeked just over the edge, showing that the bruising had grown even more. That’s not what caught her eye, though.

The tingling in her neck spread down and across her right shoulder as she, almost involuntarily, looked Orochimaru up and down. His breathing was racked with pain and exhaustion, which caused his muscles to tighten with each breath.

“What are you doing?” he asked her.

Saya started to answer but fell short. Her hand moved to rub her neck as the prickling turned into an ache. It then felt like a fire was ignited under her skin as Orochimaru stepped closer to her. He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.

“Saya,” he said as he applied pressure to her chin. She eventually stood up as the pressure increased. “I asked you what you were doing.”

She watched as the light from the bedside candles danced across his eyes. It made them look feral. Her eyes tore from his as she raised her hands and gently put them against his chest. Orochimaru flinched, but whether from pain or something else, Saya couldn’t tell.

Her hands went from gently resting against his chest to gripping his hair as his tongue extended and licked the side of her face. Saya swallowed loudly as her pulse sped up. There was no telling what else that damn tongue could do.

“I just-” Saya stopped as his arm moved between their bodies. Her eyes widened and grip became intense when the towel around Orochimaru’s hips fell to the floor. She made extra sure to keep her eyes straight ahead.

Orochimaru just laughed at her.