Haunting my dreams

She turns and twist in her sleep, sweat is pouring from her body, her hands are moving around, following his hands, trying to mimic them, her back is arching when he comes even deeper and harder in her. Suddenly he disappears and she wakes up with a scream.

And she realize that it all was a dream when she don't find him beside her, with a sigh she flops back in her bed curling into fetal position and tries to forget that once again, he has been haunting her dreams.

But with no success, she close her eyes and can once again see him and her repeating the whole act, she don't know if she should feel disgusted that she was having such dreams about him, or disappointed that it was a dream and he never were there with her. She sighs and turns over to look at her clock, only 1:30 am.

She isn't tired, but yet she doesn't bother with getting up, cause somewhere in her mind she is hoping that she would fall asleep and can be with him again. But at that same time, many questions are running through her head, why is she having such thoughts about him, why is she feeling disappointed that it was a dream, when did she start to count the days between each dream she haves with him.

"Maybe…" she whispered in the dark, "I'm in love with him…" a pause follows and she shook her head.

Impossible, she thinks, how could she be in love with him, the enemy? She didn't even know him and she haven't had a normal conversation with him, but still she need to feels his skin against hers, his lips on hers and the little lick on the earlobe when he chuckles and whispers: "I'll see you tomorrow Cherry Blossom"

She rolls her eyes when she thinks about it, always "I'll see you tomorrow Cherry Blossom…" and then disappears, but sometimes he wouldn't even say a thing, which made her panic a little, and think that maybe he wouldn't come again.

Wrong, he would always come, even though he said it or not, sometimes few days later, maybe weeks and then there was occasions where he would visit her every night.

But the worst part about the whole thing, was it always hurt.

And he wouldn't say anything to calm her down, just caress her face and try doing it slowly and gently. But as she got used to it, he began to pick up some more pace and thrust in her even harder.

She shook her head, "no… I don't love that evil bastard, its only…" she thought for a moment, trying to find the right word, "lust…I only love him because of the sex…"

"Only for the sex… my dear Cherry Blossom, you have disappointed me…" it came low and husky from the shadows. A figure stepped out and she knows instantly who it is "I've fallen asleep…" she whispered out, he doesn't say anything, just walks up to her bed and sits on the edge and looks her in the eyes, "apparently yes…" he says and leans in for kiss.

She doesn't bother to pull back, or push him away, cause isn't this what she have been craving for?

A low moan escapes her lips and she puts her arms around his neck bringing him closer to her body. He pulls back a little, "Cherry Blossom…" he whispers, "what do you say…" he asks her.

"What do you do?" it comes from her, he sighs, and puts his arms around her small waist and rolls over so she is lying on top, "you know I always end up there anyway…" he whispers, she snorts in respond, "and you know I always end up screaming I hate you…"

He shrugs, "true… but I still want you to say it…"

"I love you Orochimaru sama…" she says softly, and smiles, "and I'll still be haunting your dreams Cherry Blossom…" he replies.


OroSaku… hmm… I just had to try writing it, there isn't many of those out there… oh well…

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Until then…