They made love that night, not the hurried coupling of new lovers but with the familiarity of the long acquainted. Hands that had seen so much war were gentle on flesh. Lips tarried, pressing against skin as it heated under the flush of desire. When his name was whispered and then gasped, Jiraiya felt neediness take hold, but still he moved slow, prolonging and building desire in layers until she arched and shook with the force of her need.
Of course, Tsunade had never been one to be passive. Nails scored his back as they rolled and rolled again, mouths pressing earnestly as madness took hold. His fingers pressed into her thighs, leaving little aches behind as he jerked them up around his waist.
Pressing into her was nearly his undoing.
Words fell from his lips, praises and curses mingled together as the Sannin rocked his hips. Again and again he pressed forward, backward until he felt that clutch around him; with a half mad laugh he followed her lead.
When the sheets cooled and they were tangled together under them, her soft huffs of breath against his chest, Jiraiya wondered if this was a sort of mad dream. Tsunade had spoken briefly of her time in the jutsu, not dwelling on the hard memories of her dead lover and younger brother being alive.
If he'd been caught in that jutsu, would his dream had been this or a blast into their past and the girl who always told him no, giving him a chance?
She poked his side. "You're thinking too hard. It's keeping me awake."
The arm around her tightened in a hug of apology even has the Toad Sage suppressed a yelp. "Sorry Hime, my mind is running regardless of how tired my body is."
"Mhmmm, tell me what you're thinking about."
He lifted his free hand to pinch nostrils, a sure sign of embarrassment. "I… well I was debating if my infinite dream would have been to be like we are now or us to getting together before the Second war."
"There wouldn't have been an 'us' after the Second Shinobi war, even if I'd been in the village when you came home. You abandoned me Jiraiya. I was so close to breaking after Dan died, and that fear of blood was already taking root. I understand wanting to raise those orphans, but you abandoned the team that needed you to do it."
"You blame me? Hime, I did choose you. Again and again I went to you, asking for you to love me back and you refused. Don't blame me for the one time I put someone other than you first."
She sat up, naked and enraged at him. She had broke after the war, lost the man she'd wanted to build her life with and needed her teammate to cope, not someone wanting to be her lover… a friend and someone to comfort her. And, and he'd left her. Orochimaru left her for his labs and experiments.
Everyone left.
"I do blame you! Dan died under my hands and you refused to even acknowledge that he existed. I loved him. I planned on marrying him and raising a family and it was a just gone."
Jiraiya launched himself up, grabbing her hands and praying to whatever deity was listening for a way to defuse the situation. "Hime, I can't take back my actions, and I wouldn't change saving those orphans… even knowing what came later. Keeping those kids safe, saved me. Please, please know…" what did he want to say to her, what words could mend this void. "Please-"
Tsunade twisted her wrists in his grasp, accompanying the movement with a jerk towards her to completely undo his hold. "Please what Jiraiya; help you remove your foot from your mouth? Give you a way out of this argument?"
"Please stop being a bitch" The words were out of his mouth before his mind could process how bad of an idea it was saying them. Jiraiya scrambled back, taking blankets with him and putting both hands over his manhood. He had always hoped to die right after sex, but not quite like this.
She made a sound more like a wild animal than a woman. There things the Sannin tolerated, being called a bitch was not one of them. "What did you just say to me?"
He gulped and inwardly cursed. If she threw him out the window, that was a lot glass and he was a lot of naked. Still his pride while smaller than it normally was refused to let him back down "I said" Will of Fire he was a dead man "Please stop being a… b-bitch."
Anything else he planned to say, any apologies or pleas for mercy were lost as Tsunade's knee landed squarely in his gut. She rode him to floor cursing all the way and cocked a fist back intent on breaking his nose. Jiraiya, not wanting a face lift dug his heels into the ground bucking up and rolling his back so that their positions were reversed. "Hime, this is kind of proving my point."
"Take it BACK!" Tsunade started to bring her legs up, intent on squeezing him into submission when evidence of what skin to skin content did to him became evident. Amber eyes widened. "Baka, I'm trying to kill you and you're thinking of sex."
"… I really can't will this away Tsunade. You'll just have to accept that when you're touching me, this happens."
She blew out a breath and dropped her legs back to the floor. "Apologize and I won't kill you in your sleep."
Jiraiya laughed weakly and risked maiming to press a friendly kiss to her nose. "I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted, now get off and put your clothes on."