A/N: OOC, isn't it? Oh well. I hope you like it. Review, please!
"Ah Tsunade, I'm going to a hot spring!" Jiraiya exclaimed as he popped in through the window.
Tsunade beamed a glare straight at him and resumed her paperwork.
"And why would I care?" she asked pointedly.
He shrugged, a grin spreading across his face.
"I'm looking for flat chested company tonight," Jiraiya replied mischievously.
Tsunade just looked at him and shook her head, trying to stop the smile that threatened her lips.
"I have work to do," she told him.
"I'm hurt," Jiraiya pouted. "Am I, your former teammate, not worth skipping some paperwork for?"
She pretended to think about it before answering with a note of finality in her voice.
"Nah, you're not really worth it," Tsunade chuckled. "And if you ask me one more time…"
She raised a fist menacingly and with a swoosh of wind, he was gone.
"That idiot," she murmured to herself. "Like I'd ever go to a hot spring with him."
Tsunade continued her paperwork in peace for a few more minutes. Of course, the idiot had to come back. But why was he carrying that thing? Actually, Tsunade mused, it looked like a hot spring. It would have to be a mini hot spring of course, but it did look like one.
"So, since you couldn't go to the hot spring, I thought I'd bring the hot spring to you," Jiraiya explained.
Tsunade began to protest, but he put up a hand.
"I will set it up, Tsunade-hime," Jiraiya said in an uncharacteristically gallant fashion. "And then we can both enjoy a nice summer night."
Almost laughing, she watched as he did a few water techniques to fill the mini hot spring. He then proceeded to do a fire technique to warm it up.
"Looks good," Jiraiya nodded.
"I don't know if–" Tsunade began, but she was cut off by a yelp.
"HOT, HOT, HOT!" Jiraiya screamed, jumping out of the water and beginning to turn red.
"Idiot," Tsunade muttered.
Jiraiya started running around to cool himself off, and Tsunade watched in sad amusement. So this was what the Legendary Sannin had been reduced to…
When he was aptly cold, Jiraiya walked over to Tsunade's desk clad in a sheepish expression.
"I guess my romantic night idea didn't go so well," he chuckled, reaching up to run a hand through his white hair.
"Definitely not," Tsunade agreed, this time not suppressing the good natured grin that sprang to her lips.
Jiraiya looked back at the mini hot spring.
"Well, it must be about the right temperature now," he pointed out.
"You're insane," Tsunade rolled her eyes.
She managed to stamp one paper before being quite literally swept off her feet.
"Put me down!" Tsunade hissed at the guilty party.
"Tsunade-hime, I promised enjoyment on a summer night," Jiraiya reminded her. "And I will not stop until my promise is kept."
"Well I can get in by myself," Tsunade grumbled, suddenly feeling her cheeks get warm.
He let her go and she began to take off her clothing, until she was wearing nothing but underwear.
"Fine, let's start the enjoyment," she groaned. "This is ridiculous, you know that right?"
"Ridicule is my specialty," Jiraiya acknowledged.
They got in together and Tsunade couldn't help but let out a happy sigh.
"I told you this would be good," Jiraiya grinned.
She reached over to punch him, surprised when he caught her fist in one hand. He raised her fist up near his mouth, a twinkle in his eye.
"Jiraiya, you idiot," Tsunade mumbled as he brushed his lips over her knuckles.
"Yes I know," Jiraiya laughed with an exaggerated sigh. "I fell for a flat chested woman. It's terrible, isn't it?"
When she tried to punch him again, he pulled her whole body against his.
"And here comes the enjoyment," Jiraiya whispered.