"You talked to him didn't you."
Jiraiya paused back stiffening before he deliberately relaxed it. He ended coming home late and smelling like the hot springs, Naruto showing his new technique had morphed into a sparring match that left much of the training ground battle scarred. He needed a soak before his back seized up. The Toad Sage nodded slightly as he finished pulling off his vest, the hope for a night of curling around the blonde in bed falling away.
"I did talk to Naruto today. He had a new technique he wanted to show me."
Tsunade set aside the scroll she'd been looking over in bed, the report on hospital supplies could wait until morning. Legs crossed under the comforter she watched him change as the Sannin considered her next words. "Hmmm, you know Ichiraku Ramen is not the most secure location to hold a conversation you don't want to get back to me."
"Really Hime, I'm surprised at you. You have people spying on me?" He spoke incredulously while reaching for his sleep yukata.
She snorted. "Bah, as if I would. You'd have to do something interesting first. I had ramen for dinner and the girl from the shop told me about it."
"You wound me, not even worth the effort to spy on." He kept the affronted look on his face as he climbed into his side of the bed, absently reaching to pull her into his arms. By the Sage he was tired, Naruto had chased him all over the forest when they sparred and his body was feeling the strain.
Jiraiya had always run hot. When the fighting during the Second war had been at its worse, and the Sannin then jounin spent nights in cold caves and leaky tents she always slept burrowed against him. The warmth and knowledge that he was safe soothing her despite the circumstances. She did the same now, head tucked under his chin and legs tangled intimately.
"How did the arm hold up?"
The fingers splayed across her back flexed. "I was able to form a rasegan with it. Surprised me that I had the chakra control in that hand to do that."
Lips curved, she'd have to write the Puppet user to say that their combined efforts had paid off. Of course, that too could wait until morning. For now she was content to lie there. "I should make you do the lessons with Naruto as penance you know. You've always had the prettiest writing out of our team."
"Hime," Fingers traced her spine as he thought hard. Not that he didn't love the boy Naruto was his godson after all Jiraiya just really, really didn't want to do it. "Hime, you know I would, but… but I just don't have the time."
She leaned back away from him, brows raised in question. Jiraiya wasn't active duty. He wrote, slept on the roof outside her office, and trained. "Baka, surely you could have thought of a better excuse than that."
"I had a hard day; I'll have a better excuse tomorrow I promise." He quipped, chest rumbling with suppressed laughter. "Although if I'm teaching Naruto, it would cut into my nap time. I'm not sure I can give that up, or give up listening to you berate Sarutobi's grandson for hounding you about missions."
"Hmmm, the boy's like his father. Remember when Sarutobi had us babysit his children as a mission?"
"Hime no"
"Hmmm, we had all three of the hellions. I thought Orochimaru was going to cry when Asuma threw up on him." she laughed rolling to her back, eyes crinkled. "Will of Fire, I think we were twelve when that happened. We had those kids and Nawaki as well. It was a mess."
"And you, the great Slug Princess turned tail and ended up bringing Lady Mito back with you. She fixed rolled egg sandwiches and put the lot of us down for a nap. We failed that mission, I'm sure of it."
Laughter echoed in the room. "I'd forgotten about the sandwiches, rolled over egg and jam sandwiches. It was her go to, feeding a million children special."
His teeth had flashed in a wide grin when she laughed. This was what he'd wanted, peace and someone to share it with, no not someone. Her, it had always been her. "I love you Hime."
Laughter stopped, a flush taking its place. "I know you do, and it's the same for me."
The grin widened. "You're embarrassed," he teased, leaning up slightly to peer at her. "How very Shinobi of you Tsunade."
"Shut it," she replied eyes narrowing into a glare. "I mean it Jiraiya, I'll smother you with a pillow, don't think I won't."
The want to tease her more was a near ache in him, but he wouldn't give into it. Instead a hand rose to cup her cheek before he pressed his lips to hers. She responded arms going around his shoulders to hold him to her, enjoying the taste of him. Bodies shifted so that he hovered over her, legs caging her own.
The mood turned lustful as heat rose between them. His hand dropped to cover the curve of her chest, until the devil in him rose wanting one more tease. The kiss broke and a brow rose. "Hime, when you say smother me with a pillow, are you talking about your breasts? I'm not going to lie; if I had to die that would be the way to go."
He grinned even as the bed pillow hit his face.