A/N: Prompt from Andy for a kisses meme: Jiraiya/Temari, angry with a side of sexual tension. I did my best!
Jiraiya was a master of getting what he wanted, and he had decades of experience in handling a certain sort of female -- the beautiful, deadly, easily-angered sort. In that, the young Suna kunoichi reminded him almost disturbingly of Tsunade at sixteen. Only he'd be hard-pressed to say which of them could be deadlier. And Temari wouldn't be fixing him afterward if he riled her up enough that she hurt him.
But that was all part of the fun.
Getting her riled up enough that she would forget herself was the delicate art, and it produced an exciting result. Definitely worth the risks.
Howdare this perverted foreign nin speak like that? Temari's fierce anger drove her before she truly knew what she was doing; the sight of his smirking, challenging expression -- and with those sensual lips, too, that he was probably very, very good with -- made her reason fly away from her, and for a moment, it hovered in question whether she'd go for her fan or take up his challenge.
Then without her conscious bidding, her feet stepped forward, her hand rose to fist that unruly white hair with a harsh grip, and she kissed him demandingly, harsh with teeth and unforgiving. I'm not some little girl, Leaf. Long enough to give him a good taste of what Sand women could be like, and then she let go, stepped back, and favored him with a sharp glare before she spun on her heel and walked away.
But Jiraiya had already heard the soft murmur, the words that slipped out even as her eyes pierced him. Find me tonight. And a broad, gleeful grin split his face.