Mend Me

Chapter 7

 

Saya let her hands slip and fall from the man’s shoulders. Pinching her nose, she stepped away from Orochimaru and lay down on the bed. She could feel his eyes on her back as she lay there, but she didn’t care. Nothing had changed between them, and it was nothing less than exhausting.

 

Her eyes opened as she felt the man lay down beside her.

 

“Can’t you be civil for once?” Saya asked just as he laid a hand on her hip. “I show up out of nowhere after five years, bringing your son along with me, a son you didn’t even know existed, and all you care about is fucking me?”

 

As Orochimaru leaned over, Saya turned her head so she could look up at him. Her tired tone matched her face. Orochimaru could see it in her eyes; the spark and fury they used to hold during their quarreling was long gone. It wasn’t what he wanted to see. He wanted to see that frustration that used to amuse him.

 

“We’ll talk about all that later,” he told her sternly. “For now, tell me why you missed me.”

 

Saya’s stomach twisted at the request. She wasn’t sure how to answer. She wasn’t even sure why she told him that. “I don’t know,” she started softly as she looked away. “When you hugged me earlier, it felt really nice. I haven’t fully been able to have that since I left.” Saya uttered a halfhearted laugh. “I even missed our bickering. It’s so easy to get under your skin.”

 

Likewise, Orochimaru thought as he tried to conceal a smirk. “And what’s this business with Akira?”

 

“We’re in love,” Saya replied.

 

Orochimaru snorted before he rolled on top of Saya. His legs straddled her hips and his hands were again on either side of her head as he bent down over her. He came so close to her face that their noses touched.

 

“The reason you miss me is the very thing you are denying me, Saya.” Orochimaru used one of his hands to brush against Saya’s neck and against the very spot where he had bitten her. “I know that for a fact.”

 

The man then lowered his face to that spot on her neck, his lips barely touching her skin. “I remember that night all too well. The way you acted like you despised me-” Orochimaru pressed his lips to her goose bumped skin then. The tip of his tongue teased her as he slowly kissed his way up to her ear.

 

Saya closed her eyes and moved her head to the side, unintentionally giving him a better angle.

 

“-but how easily you got on your knees for me,” he finished as he breathed into her ear. Orochimaru reached down for one of Saya’s legs, guiding it around his hip as he pressed against her body. “The way you felt around me as I buried myself in you-”

 

“Stop,” Saya begged. She had enough trouble with flashbacks of their night together. Hearing Orochimaru narrate it while being pinned beneath him was almost too much for her. The curse mark on her shoulder was beginning to tingle with anticipation.

 

“You’re mine, Saya. No one else’s.”

 

Orochimaru eased their lips together once again, but forcefully filled her mouth with his tongue. Saya instantly kissed him back. His teasing was just too much for her after all that time away from him, and she was only able to get so far with Akira.

 

Her hands found their way back into his hair once again. Orochimaru dug his fingers into the bed at the gesture. A small sound of pleasure escaped his lips and he ground his hips against Saya’s. The move brought her back to reality and she gasped into his mouth.

 

As they stopped their kissing, their eyes flew open. His hard golden irises bore into her cloudy silver ones.

 

Saya shook her head and tried to back away from him. “No,” she told him shakily, “I can’t do this to him.”

 

Orochimaru rose up on his knees. He stared down at her with a murderous glare, which he released as he slapped Saya hard against the face. The force of his hand was enough to make her entire upper body twist as he left her lap and stood.

 

Saya curled herself into a ball on the bed, holding her cheek in her palm. She bit her lip to stifle a cry as he walked away from her without a glance back.

 

Orochimaru stormed to the bedroom door, showing his frustration as he slammed it when he left. A small click was heard once the door was shut. Saya’s rose up in panic then.

 

“Wait!” she called as she scrambled to the door. Her hands shakily grabbed the knob and tried to turn it, but it would not budge. “Orochimaru, please,” Saya begged, uselessly shaking the knob.

 

When she received no answer, she sunk to the floor and finally let her tears fall.