A/n: I just got some inspiration and had to update so enjoy! This should be where things get interesting. Pardon my typing, my spacebar isn't well.
I don't own Naruto, affiliates, or Orochimaru.
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Gently he rubbed her shoulders, knowing the pain that was inside of her, knowing that Manda would cause her turmoil and eventually kill her. But he didn't want that, he wanted to save her from the wicked snake and himself from being eaten by the demon snake. When she smiled it made him happy, which was something he didn't often feel. He was always mean, heartless and cruel. But she made him get a strange warm feeling in his chest. He could now only think of the time that his lips were on hers, even though he was giving her breath and CPR. He still couldn't get the moment off his mind. He wondered what her lips would taste like if she had kissed back, not dying. Sometimes he wondered if she blamed him for the aches and pains, and he didn't want that at all.
"Hey, the noodles are done," she said in a voice that felt like velvet in his ears. He stepped in front of her, and drained some of the water off the noodles, and added some seasonings. She found a bowl of black olives in the fridge, and she brought them with her to the table to eat. Orochimaru gave her a bowl of steaming ramen, and she ate it gratefully. He watched her eat, and then he indulged his own growling stomach. As soon as they finished eating, he took the bowls and set them in the sink. She took her bowl of olives and followed him to the couch, where he put on a movie. She didn't pay much attention to it, but instead ate her olives contently. He watched her, and then stuck his black fingernail into one of her olives, as it stuck to his finger. She watched him take it and eat it. He smirked at her, and she smiled back.
"Don't take my olives, I love them," she said, he looked at her and just felt kind of happy.
"Well I'm sorry, but I am fond of them too. Oh would you like something to drink I have this stuff I won't touch, Manda would hate it too, but you seem like you'd like it."
"Okay,' she said, starting to watch the movie.
Ha handed her a tall glass of white tea with spearmint, which happened to be her favorite drink.
"Thank you," she said, finishing her olives and setting the bowl on the floor. She pulled her legs up into an Indian style sit, and she rest her head on his shoulder. He couldn't help but think about wanting to run a finger through her hair, and after a while he couldn't resist. He intertwined her hair around his forefinger. She noticed this, and enjoyed the soft touch. She removed her head from his shoulder. Silently she moved near him, and gave him a soft peck on the lips. To him, this was nothing he had ever felt before, but he liked it, and the warm feeling rising in his chest and throat.