A request from a reader: Jiraiya gets drunk and nearly cheats on reader after they have a nasty verbal fight.
The cup made a quiet clink when Jiraiya set it down. He ordered another and span the heavy bottom cup by the rim like a top. He's bouncing his leg impatiently. His mind is racing and so is his heart. He feels terrible but is too stubborn to go back. It's your fault too! You started it! You were so nasty! Saying such horrible things as he returned just as nasty insults. He keeps replaying the argument in his head. But it never changes no matter how he tries to think if he said something else. If anything it would have made it worse. He never raised his voice to you before. But he did today. His throat hurt. A tingling sensation in the very back of it like he was sick.
Nothing had ever made him so mad. His body is tense and his blood is coursing like he's going to go into a fight. Jiraiya can't really remember the last time he got in a verbal argument. Maybe when he was a kid. Or a few debates as a young man, but nothing like this. Not one where it had no winners. Where he got so angry. Enough to clench his fists to white knuckled. He slammed the door behind him after rushing out. It rattled the whole frame of the house. He had to go. Before he did something he regretted. The awful thought crossed his mind for only a second and that was enough. He had to get away to cool off.
His refill was placed in front of him. It didn't feel good. All of it. Yelling at you. Getting mad at you. Storming out and running to a bar. And this is where he's been for at least an hour or so. Jiraiya can drink. He put away at least a bottle by now. He's getting properly hammered at this point. It's probably the worst way to deal with his feelings. But he's frustrated and upset. The only person that he knows how to talk about these things with is you. He can't exactly go cuddle you until he feels better. He doesn't want to cause another fight. The reason for the fight was his drinking. Well... one of the reasons. Many of his flaws were dragged into the fight. Each one felt like a slap to the face. He cringed before finishing his new drink in one gulp. It tastes bitter.
"Hey honey. What's got you down?"
Jiraiya turned his attention to his right. Where the woman who had called his attention was sat. She was sitting backwards in the bar stool. She's sitting rather provocatively. Her elbow on the counter as her back is arched, forcing her chest out. She has one leg crossed over the other and it's bouncing to a slow beat. Her low cut dress complimented her figure. A classic hourglass type. Her face pretty. Fair skin, freckles, button nose and perfect heart shaped lips. Her emerald eyes looking him up and down as she twirls a section of her silky auburn hair around her finger. And she must like what she sees. She smiles at him expectingly.
"Nothing... nothings got me down." Jiraiya sat up straight. He cleared his throat and smiled at her. Attention from a pretty girl will always lift his spirits. "Now that you're here!"
"Is that so? I must say, I'm flattered." She laughed. She moves her hair out of the way of her neck. She smiles when he looks over it and bites his lip. "What else could I do to make you happy?"
"How about your name?"
"Do I really?" The pretty woman put her hand on his thigh and squeezed. She leaned in and spoke in a low tone of voice. "I'm just looking for a good time. No questions. No names. No strings attached. Are you in or out, handsome?"
He stares at her for a long time, processing the question through his drunken haze. Oh. Oh my. Why not? It's rare he gets a one nighter. And such a looker this woman is! "Yes. Yes I'm in."
She smiles and stands up. "Follow me, sweetie. I know a place."
Jiraiya almost fell out of the chair. He stumbled a little. Yes... he's properly drunk. The woman giggled and grabbed his hand. She guided him away to a quiet spot, towards the bathrooms of the bar. As he followed, Jiraiya began to realize what he was doing. With each step, his smile dropped. His heart sunk further and further to his feet. Guilt and nerves fluttered around his stomach.
Just... what is he doing? To you? To himself? You are the greatest thing he's got going at the moment. A woman who loves him despite it all. You're beautiful. You're everything he could ever want. He can't lose you. Not like this. He won't be able to live with himself if he cheated on you. To betray you in such a horrible way right after the wake of a fight. It's unforgivable! He felt nauseous at the thought. Honestly, he's not even mad at you anymore. He pulled his hand away and stopped in his tracks. This isn't right. The woman he was following stopped and turned around.
"What's up? Did you forget something?" She asked.
"I'm sorry." Jiraiya took a few steps back. He raised his hands in front of him and spoke to her again. "I'm sorry I can't do this."
"You nervous, honey?" She approached him with a smile. She put her hands on his chest and pressed her body against his. "Don't worry~! I'll make you very comfortable." She bit her bottom lip. She squeezed his pecks. "We're going to have so much fun!"
He grabbed her wrists and pushed her away. "Sorry. This was a mistake. I have a girlfriend."
The woman paused. Her flirty expression only grew. A smirk took her lips as she leaned in.
"She doesn't have to know. I won't say a thing if you don't."
"I'm telling you no." Jiraiya spoke more firmly.
He pushed her back a little bit further while letting go of her wrists. She stumbled back and looked at him annoyed. He turned and left. That was enough to scorn the woman. As she stomped after him to the door. Thankfully she stopped there. She berated him, yelling insults as he walked down the street.
"Pussy! What's wrong? Can't get it up?" She was loud enough to catch the attention of the people walking down the street. "Yeah! Go ahead! Keep walking! Go home to that slut of yours!"
Jiraiya paused. He inhales deeply and holds it. Just let it go. Don't give her the attention she wants. Ignore all the people staring. He lets out the breath feeling calmer. He kept walking. He has to get home. He needs to see you. He's filled with the overwhelming urge to tell you he loves you. He hopes you'll forgive him for being the world's biggest ass.
The front door opens. At least you didn't lock him out. He only left with his wallet. It's quiet. Everything is as it was when he left. Half the lights are off. The house is a mess. The dinner you made was still sitting out on the table. It's long cold now with the glasses of wine were still spilled and the dark red liquid they held was still dripping onto the floor. Yeah... it started in the middle of dinner.
"Babe? You still home?" He asked loudly.
There's no answer. Jiraiya makes his way to the bedroom. As he approaches, he finally hears it. The quiet sounds of crying. You're crying. He made you cry. Guilt crawled up his back. He hates that he made you cry. He quietly opens the door to the bedroom to see you curled up under the blankets. You are clutching his pillow and crying into it. He sat down on the edge of the bed by your feet. He won't get close unless you ask. Still so, he touches your ankle for some sort of touch. It's through the blanket. It's like the layer of fabric was keeping you from him. Like a thick protective bubble meant to keep him out. Never before have you felt so close yet so far away. You quiet down to sniffles. You're listening.
"I'm sorry. For everything I said." Jiraiya spoke quietly. "And everything I did."
He moves his hand up to your calf. You still feel so far away. You don't say anything. You're laying quietly on your side, still clutching onto the pillow he sleeps on. It smells like him.
"I shouldn't have walked out either. There's... so much I shouldn't have done." He continues his apology. He wants to see your face but you are hiding it under the blankets. He gently squeezes your leg before getting up. "I love you... more than anything. But I understand if you want to..." He pauses as the next words feel like bile on his tongue. "To break up." He slowly left the room after several seconds of silence.
You stayed awake for a few hours. The quiet sounds of dishes clinking together and the water running sounded for the whole time. It faded and the lights clicked off. But the door didn't move again. Not the bedroom door and not the front door. Where did Jiraiya go? You got up and went to check.
The whole place was dark now. It's deep into the night at this point. It won't be long until dawn. Your steps are light and quiet. Oh... it's clean. Jiraiya cleaned up everything. The plates, the wine, the floor. Everything was wiped down. You smile. How sweet.
A sudden snore gave you a startle. You turn around. Jiraiya was asleep on the couch. He had one leg up on the back cushion and the other was bent over the side. He had one arm over his eyes. His mouth is hanging open as he snores. He always snores when he drinks. Just one of those things. Not that you can blame him. You were just as horrible as he was during the argument.
The whole time he was gone, it felt like a hole was punched through your chest. You love Jiraiya. It felt like you lost him forever when he left. You weren't sure if he was coming back. You don't want to lose him. This was the first real argument you've ever had with him. And it blew out of proportions. You brought in things that didn't matter just to make him feel bad. It was horrible and wrong. The hurt on his face when you yelled at him was awful. You caused that and it didn't feel good. Arguing sucks.
You crawl over top of him. You rest your head on his chest. You wrap your arms around him and hold on tightly. His steady heartbeat against your ear was already beginning to comfort you. Jiraiya reacted to the sudden weight on his body. His hands touch your back. They were hesitant to fully wrap around you.
"I'm sorry too. I love you." You whisper.
The security of his tight embrace was his answer. His arms pinning you tightly against him in a big hug. You felt his lips gently press on top of your head. It was an instant wave of relief. It's so comforting to be in his arms again. It almost feels like years since he's held you.
"I love you too." Jiraiya said happily.
He squeezed you against him before relaxing. You share a few kisses with him. He's happy to give them back. He moved his hands down and gave your ass a squeeze. He grinned at your small jump of surprise. A giggle leaves you. That's the man you know and love! You snake your hands out from under him and put them in his hair instead. You play with it and stroke his messy locks away from his face as you continue to peck him with kisses.
The giddy display of affection continued until the first signs of dawn. Kissing and groping met with giggles and flirty coos. It's the little moments like this. Where all the worries you have instantly melt when you're with him. Jiraiya falls asleep first. He didn't want to. But his heavy eyes shut beyond his control and he barely managed to react to your smooches before switching off. His head hitting the arm rest again and he began snoring. You settle with your forehead against the side of his neck. You shut your eyes and happily go to sleep. Never again. You won't ever fight with him again.