A Night with Kushina

It was like any other night of lovemaking. The lights were dimmed, not off; they liked being able to see each other, particularly with shadow against their frames. She was on the mattress, on all fours; he was standing behind her, gently gripping her wrist, handling it like reigns. But she preferred he hold her hair. She must have told him, for he swapped her lovely hand for that luscious red hair, and his grip tightened. A show of delighted submission played across her face in a smile when her head was pulled back, her throat exposed.

Her forest-green dress – her favorite – was bunched up around her waist. They both were fully clothed save for their anatomy. Was it preference? Or maybe they just expected company of some kind…

Jiraiya could never tell. He always wanted to see what Kushina looked like under that less-than-flattering outfit of hers. It wasn't a proud secret, but his inner pervert demanded to know the curves of the delectable Red-Hot Habanero.

It wasn't his first time watching them. In fact, he'd seen them fool around so much that he practically knew their schedule, knew the telltale signs that would alert him to an amorous night of Uzumaki and Namikaze sex just by visiting them. Kushina was not particularly subtle, though. Those eyes she gave her husband, whenever a topic contained a double entendre or Jiraiya mentioned some indecent story… Kushina was the pervert in their happy, perfect relationship.

She said something, turning her head back over her shoulders to say something naughty. Jiraiya couldn't read her lips, but whatever was said riled Minato; his face screwed up, his hands forgoing her hair to steer her hips harder and faster, to his wife's obvious delight. Minato's lips could be read through the telescope Jiraiya was using several rooftops away.

Kushina!

That was the end for the renowned Yellow Flash. The tempo of his hips jerked, stalled, wobbled, and ceased. He was pressed up tight again Kushina, and her mouth opened wide; Jiraiya could almost swear he heard her scream out her orgasm as Minato's rushed into her. The flush on her cheeks matched her hair. Her violet eyes gone as her lids closed tight. Were they trying to conceive? Or were they just a careless pair of kids who used other forms of protection?

Jiraiya memorized and logged away the moment of Kushina's ecstasy. The beautiful redhead slumped on the bed, her husband following tenderly to hold her, smiling a tired smile after gratifying sex. He was whispering to her, planting a small kiss here and there on the side of her head or her ear. She peeked up from the cradle of her elbows and grinned at him.

Whatever romance was being dialogued, Jiraiya felt he could miss. It was bad enough that he peeped on his former student and his wife, knowing Kushina almost as intimately as Minato – minus by touch and a few parts of her figure he'd not been able to glimpse yet. It was great inspiration for writing, he always reasoned with himself, and would throw it up as a strong defense if he was ever caught – unlikely, for he'd perfected the Peeping no Jutsu – but the fact of the matter was…

… He was a Super Pervert.

He grinned lecherously as he recapped tonight's escapade, and compared it to others. Last time, Minato let Kushina ride him, and she was a fearsome rider! She lifted and dropped her hips with gusto, even swiveling them and showcasing an amazing talent for being the one on top. Minato was finished in three short minutes; Jiraiya rounded up the time to give some credit to his protégé.

But Kushina, through her body language, told Jiraiya that she wanted something exciting. Not that she was unhappy with Minato at all! She could very well find what she wanted in bed with him, but he was preoccupied a lot of the time to really explore those deeper lusts. And, Jiraiya had to say with some disappointment, his former student was green in the art of elaborate sex acts. If he'd just cracked open one book of Jiraiya's 'Meet My Paradise' collection – a short prelude to his in-progress Icha-Icha – he could learn a thing or two to impress his lustful wife.

Jiraiya then shrugged with a sigh, packing up his writing kit and peeping scope, and turned away from his view. "Oh, well," he murmured with a small grin. They'll make it through, he figured and then leapt off into the night.

The girls' bathhouse should be full of women by now.

"It's a covert mission," Minato said, packing the last of supplies into his backpack. He was traveling light; nothing heavy, and Kushina figured she could count on seeing him return before too long. Still, Iwagakure was a dangerous place for outsiders, particularly Konoha shinobi. Kumo may have had a grudge – Ay still openly fumed about his encounter with the Yellow Flash – but the Stone villagers were underhanded and attacked with less honor than the prideful Cloud.

"You'll be careful, right?" Kushina playfully pushed at Minato's brow with a scolding finger. Her glower was insincere; she couldn't even keep the curl of a smirk off her lips as she stared at her husband. "I don't want to have you injured when you come back. You're such a pain to take care of when you whine."

He smiled back at her, and before his departure, what started as soft kisses ended in the bedroom with ruffled sheets, scattered clothes, and sweaty bodies.

~~~Nine Days Later~~~

Minato had said it would not be a long mission, but unfortunately, shinobi could see months at a time to be a short mission. A long-term mission usually meant death. Nine days shouldn't have had Kushina worried, yet she was. Bored out of her mind! Mikoto was good company, and her overall aura was similar to her even-tempered husband, but Minato was also sometimes meek, bowing to the forceful Uzumaki's will when she was in the mood for mischief; Mikoto, coming from the noble Uchiha clan, could not be swayed into tomfoolery and whatnot.

And so… Kushina was bored. What joy was there to be had in doing mischief alone? Whining like a child in time-out, the redhead threw herself across the kitchen table – which had been cleaned and re-cleaned at least three times that day. It was only past midday, and all she had to look forward to was washing up and making dinner for one. Hardly exciting for the Red-Hot Habanero.

Who knew that a knock on the door could be so exciting? Visitors! Visitors! Something to break the monotony! Kushina was up and racing to the front door and was halfway there before she realized that the knocking was being done on the sliding door on the other end of the house. And there was only one visitor who ever came in through the scenic route.

Kushina beamed with excitement as she saw the old teacher of Minato standing outside the door, grinning a great, toothy grin while squeezing his fingers in wave. For his age, he acted more like a kid than herself! And, truth be told, there was rarely a moment of boredom when he was around.

"Hello, Kushina! How're…?" He was loud when the pane slid open, and before he could even ask to come in, Kushina grabbed him by his vest and pulled him in.

"Jiaiya-sensei!" Kushina leapt joyfully, grinning wide. "Thank goodness you're here! I was getting so bored!" She suddenly caught herself, and her cheek puffed and she visibly fumed. She waved a finger in his face accusingly. "Where have you been all this time? You didn't even see Minato off!"

"Huh? He's on a mission?"

Kushina retracted her finger and sighed. "You must've been busy writing to have missed that," she grumbled. She looked up at him with her violet eyes. "He's already been gone for more than a week, tebane. Ugh… And I haven't had any fun~." She fell like a rag over a chair, as if just remembering the boredom had sapped life from her.

Jiraiya blinked, and then snickered at her theatrics. His student was always so composed and serious, but his wife was certainly an animated creature of beauty. Jiraiya tried not to take note of her posterior as she slumped over the back of the chair. He'd been practicing measurements since his earlier years that it'd almost become instinct for him to analyze by sight. Tsunade's bust was almost measured perfectly by his gaze, but he could swear her breasts grew bigger each time he saw her!

"Well, if it's entertainment you need," he said proudly, tugging on his olive-green vest in official declaration, "I have some stories that you could…"

"I don't want to read your smut," Kushina immediately said, wheeling on the Infamous Toad Hermit with stern eyes.

What hurt worse? That she didn't want to read his works, or that she referred to them as smut? Works of adult art, he'd call them! Though he wasn't ashamed to say he dabbled in quick drabbles of stories focused on elaborate sex scenes. Everyone needed an outlet of some kind! Clearing his throat after regaining his composure, Jiriya assured her that these stories were from memory… with little adult content.

Theirs was a good relationship, for Kushina knew what to expect from Minato's former teacher and was given full warning to his lecherous ways. Kushina, of course, saw it almost as a challenge to dodge Jiraiya's advances. All in good fun, but Kushina was far more wary of his peeping skills when he once caught her in her underwear. It might have been a mistake like he had claimed when he nonchalantly walked into the room she was changing in, but a good pervert was also a good liar, no matter his boasts of gallantry. Therefore, the contest was waged between them, her maintaining her modesty and he, ever after that elusive grope or visual that would tantalize his mind for decades to come.

Little did she know of how far and how accurately he could use his telescope…

But all that was irrelevant in this exchange of beguiling tales of his ventures to far-off lands, and aside from the gratuitous mention of the females of those places, Kushina found them quite wondrous. Yes, story-telling was definitely Jiraiya's calling, and she told him so with a smile after his latest story ended.

She gave him her foxy grin, inviting him to stay for dinner. "But first," she said, standing up from her chair, "I wanted to shower. Do you mind waiting a bit out here, Jiraiya-sensei?"

There was a flicker of some kind in the old man's eye, and then he covered it while clearing his throat respectfully behind a closed hand. "Um, I'd love to stay, Kushina, but I must first attend to a quick matter at the mansion. You know those buzzards love circling me whenever I'm in town!" He smiled wide at her. "But I'll be back in time for supper. If I'm not, I'll leave a little toad here that'll let me know you need me."

Kushina was already in the hallway, waving at him. "Alright! I'll see you in a bit, tebane!" She didn't wait for him to say goodbye or to watch him leave. She was already heading to her room after a quick trip to turn the water on and give it a chance to warm up while she undressed.

Once securely behind a closed door, she began to disrobe quickly. Her dress came off with childish fashion and was flung messily onto the bed. She stripped down to her underwear: pale-pink and modest. If Minato was not around, what call was there to be flashy and exciting beneath her clothes, anyway?

Her breasts were not gigantic things, boulders lugged around on her chest like Jiraiya's old flame and Number One desirable. No, one arm across her chest was enough to comfortably cradle them and conceal their details. Cheery B-cups; nothing to drag them down, sitting high on her chest with the benefit of her spry age and energy!

When Jiraiya was around, she just felt compelled to keep hidden her figure, for his legendary peeping could never succeed if it was never given a chance. But it was the downing of her drawers that was the tricky part. To hide the beautiful, crimson mound, she had to lower her panties to a certain height and risk 'indecent exposure' for that millisecond before she was able to cross her thighs together while shuffling the panties down the rest of the way. True, her butt was always in view, but she would never bend over to collect her panties until after the towel was around her.

A deep-red towel was her favorite, matching her unique hair color and more appropriately, her intense temper. Donned in the appropriate attire, Kushina opened the door, having not bothered to lock it in the first place. With Jiraiya around, what were the point of locks?

"Jiraiya-sensei~!" she called out, not to tease him or get him to have a gander at her concealed only by a towel; just curious if he was still around. No answer, so she shrugged and went straight for the bathroom.

The water was on and had filled the tub a little ways; the unblocked drain prevented the water's rise from getting out of hand should she forget or become distracted from her shower. But to her surprise, there was a guest: a little green frog with a bright yellow jaw and belly. It sat in the water calmly, its vocal sac inflating rapidly with its breath. Though silent and unmoving, it seemed such a thoughtful creature with its big eyes.

"Hmm." Kushina put her hand to her chin in thought. "Jiraiya-sensei did say he was going to leave a frog." She smiled and bent in half, and then more, the crease of her breasts swelling against the towel. "I guess that's you, right? How cute!" She held out both hands for the frog, and obediently, the amphibian padded on to take perch. The frogs that did not talk were always the cutest to her; the talkers always had such bad manners.

She held the frog up to her face and snickered. "I guess you want a free show, right?"

The pulse of its vocal sac stalled, and sweat drops appeared over its body. It tried not to look nervous, but the cover was blown.

"LIKE HELL, TEBANE!" roared the Red-Hot Habanero, flaring with rage, hair fanning out in nine waving tendrils. And then came the infamous uppercut that slugged the frog skyward with enough force to break it through the roof. The impact dispelled the illusion, and Jiraiya soared a magnificent height before dropping to the ground. He landed with the effect of a sack of potatoes some distance outside the Namikaze/Uzumaki residence, causing all manner of rubberneckers to wonder what had happened to the old man.

He groaned and his foot twitched, and while in the throes of pain, he mentally commended Kushina's strength.

The front door of the house he was just ejected from opened, and Kushina, still dressed only in a towel, ran out, leaning across the balcony of her home and waving at her departed guest. She wasn't angry any more, or if she was, she hid it remarkably well. "Dinner will be ready in a few hours, Jiraiya-sensei~!"

"Oh, it was Kushina-chan," said a bystander. "That makes sense," said another. "The Red-Hot Habanero strikes again," a third added with a smile. All were men, and all were gawking and fussing over the beauty clad in a towel until a flower pot was thrown at them.

"What are you all looking at?!" Kushina bellowed, her Kyubi-like temper flaring again, dispersing all the gawkers in an instant.

~~~That Night~~~

Dinner was eaten and well-received by Jiraiya, who toasted Kushina's cooking as the best he'd eaten. "They say the more beautiful the cook, the more delicious the food," he praised to her while rubbing his filled belly in front of his emptied dishes. Not an actual saying, but he always remarked on Kushina's loveliness, both sincerely and flatteringly.

Kushina gave that toothy smile. "You probably say that to all the girls you meet on your travels, Jiraiya-sensei."

He couldn't help a snigger as he took a toothpick from his vest and began to use it. "Only the most beautiful ones." The two laughed while Kushina took the dishes away to the sink. They made idle chitchat while separated by rooms, but when Kushina returned, she was holding up and tilting back-and-forth a bottle of saké. Jiraiya's eyes were wide at the offer. "Kushina…"

"Minato's not here," Kushina said, still smiling. She blushed a little, her eyes closing. "He can't stand it when I'm drunk!"

Jiraiya paused for a moment, and then reached in his vest. As if his vest was a magical item that produced whatever the situation called for, he brought out two discs to serve the alcohol in.

And in minutes under an hour, lightweight Kushina was drunk. She was a loud drunk, talking of stories when she was a kid and beat other kids up, or talking about women who frustrated her at the market like that uptight Haruno Mebuki bitch, or saying what she would do if she was Hokage.

All very amusing for the alcohol-resistant Jiraiya, but he was gaining a bit of boldness from the effect and from Kushina's blunt openness. And after she did a bit about the things her husband did that annoyed her – after she clarified over and over that she loved him – he felt comfortable enough to pry. "How are things with my best pupil?"

"They're great, they're great!" Kushina quickly said while flourishing her hands in front of her. She rubbed the back of her head then and laughed. "We don't really have any problems."

Jiraiya looked at his saucer and contemplated as the alcohol hardly sloshed in his steady hand. His lips then curved at the corners, a sly smile as he stared sidelong at her. "I meant in the bedroom." He downed the saké and waited.

Kushina froze at the words. "Well, they're…" She started to answer, the blush of intoxication deepening with modesty. "Really good," she honestly answered, nodding to emphasize that Minato did satisfy her. "But…"

There was always a 'but'…

"Well, he doesn't explore much, tebane," she quietly admitted.

Jiraiya blinked. "Explore?"

"He doesn't want to try new things," she said, distractedly circling the rim of the saké bottle. "I think he's afraid that I won't like what he wants to try." Her head dipped, and she looked off to the side like a child confessing to misdeeds. Her blush bled into the color of her hair. "So what would he think of what I want to try?" she added in a child's pout.

Jiraiya blinked again. He almost tipped the saké out of his hand, wanting to sober up at this moment of critical questioning. Clearing his throat and turning on his hostess, he leaned towards her, trying and failing to address the matter at hand in a suave, nonchalant way. "And… hrm! And what do you want to try?"

Kushina looked at him from between her tresses. Her eyes sparkled, and Jiraiya felt his throat clutch. What the…?

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" Kushina threw her head back, giving her ungraceful fit of laughter, all the more unflattering with the help of alcohol. When she calmed down, she leaned towards her husband's master and pressed directly on his nose. "You want to hear the details, huh? You should be called Ero-Sennin, tebane!" She gave him a steamy look, and then said, "I bet you just want to see me naked."

Jiraiya, for all his composure, was taken aback by her announcement. In reality, what she said was true! He may have watched her through windows, but he'd yet to gape at her true, naked beauty.

And then, to further his disbelief, Kushina reclined in her seat, her bust immodestly presented as she reached for the straps of her dress, easing her thumbs underneath them, her intentions obvious yet shocking. The Toad Hermit's breath caught in his throat as his pulse began to quicken. A bad drinker, was this the limit to Kushina's humility?! Was Jiraiya about to be given the sight he'd waited patiently for, struggled to get a glimpse of time and again?! Was it right to let this happen? Minato…

Minato would have to understand! It wasn't like Jiraiya flat-out asked for Kushina to flash him. It was a simple incident that came from friends drinking together! And she was the one who initiated it all! Jiraiya had no reason to be ashamed, so he waited, eyes wide and mouth shut. He didn't even breathe as he waited for Kushina's dress to take the plunge.

And it did a moment later. The front came down, and Kushina presented her shirt with a flamboyant shout. "Ta-da!" Nothing sexy about her shirt; no better glimpse of her form that couldn't have been seen with her dress on properly. And of course, seeing Jiraiya's un-amused and disappointed expression only made her snort with uproarious laughter again. "Gotcha, tebane!" she cracked up with a prolonged point at him.

Jiraiya watched her up until she fell backward in her seat, hitting the floor hard, and then scoffed with a smile. "Be careful the games you play, Kushina," he playfully warned her, leaning over to wink down at where she cackled at him.

At his words, she smirked and returned his wink. "You'll never get the chance, tebane."

The game was afoot.