A reader request. Reader is Hiruzen's daughter. She's significantly younger than Jiraiya, 18 years difference. So he feels reservations about asking her out and admitting his feelings. To top it all off he's convinced that she's dating Kakashi and he's very jealous.

Jealousy is a mysterious emotion.

Jiraiya stopped several feet away, using the trunk of a tree to hide himself as he watched you converse with Kakashi. His fingers are gripping the bark hard as he stares at the pair. Couple... Good... Good for you. He should be happy. Kakashi is a much better option than he is. Closer to your age and being a long time friend makes Kakashi a good candidate. Much better than a perverted old man...

Yet seeing you beside a different man makes Jiraiya rather angry. That should be him! You should be sitting in a tree with him laughing. Your anxieties and worries gone with his comforts. Instead seeing you smile at whatever the other man said made Jiraiya's throat constrict. Like he swallowed fire and it sat in his chest.

"She's not yours!" His brain harshly reminded. "You have no right to feel this way."

You should be his. He's loved you long enough. He should just walk right up to you, grab your hips, shove you against that tree and smash his mouth against yours. A real kiss. A good kiss. Any kind of kiss. Any kiss would be better than the one he already gave you.

It was a spur of moment thing. Out on a mission with you, stalking the target, when the person in question began to become suspicious. To avoid a confrontation, you and him needed a quick cover. Jiraiya reacted quickly. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him. He pressed his lips against yours. You inhaled sharply in surprise. You went rigid for a moment, then quickly relaxed. Your lips reacted and moved with his. Your hands went into his hair as you pulled your body against his. It was if everything clicked into place.

His conscience returned to him. As if a mini him was knocking on his head to remind him he's tonguing his teacher's daughter. He broke the kiss quickly and uttered a staggered apology. You looked dazed and flushed. Your fingers still gripping his shirt as your knees wobbled. It was good... but not at the same time.

He could do better.

No! Don't think that... You aren't his. You can't be his.

Ever since, Jiraiya kept his distance. It hurt you, he could tell. The conflicting feelings ran rampant inside of him for the whole rest of the mission. His quick thinking meant the target moved on being less suspicious of the two people following them. It was just two lovers in wanderlust... Lovers... Love...

Jiraiya left you the moment he could. Breaking off at the village gate and weaving into the crowd to deter you from following. Being near you was... confusing. He needs space to think.

He's not sure if he needs space anymore.

Jiraiya ignored protocol to wander around to mull his feelings over. It seems you ignored protocol too and went to speak to your childhood friend. Perhaps more than just a friend. That jump to his heart happened again when he came across the sight before him now. It ruefully reminded him of reality. There's already someone out there that is better for you. You probably didn't have feelings for him. He just... misread things.

"You are too old for her. She need a man her age." His conscience reminded him again. "Think of what it would do. The war torn aftermath you'll leave in your wake if you make a move."

If physically possible, he'd turn to the voice in his head and shout 'Well no shit!' Of course he knows that! It's cruel! As if whatever god controls fate is snickering at him as he falls for woman he can't have... Again! Again god damn it! If he could get away kicking the dust without looking like a mad man, he would. He'll settle for picking the bark from the tree as he glares at Kakashi with a growing ire.

You are the eldest daughter of Hiruzen Sarutobi. That's right. You are the daughter of the god damn Hokage. Falling in love with you was as good as signing a written consent form to die. Ever since Asuma rebelled and left in his youth to fight other battles, Hiruzen held onto you a little tighter. He's gained a reputation for being rather protective of you. He wanted the best for you. Despite the fact that you can kick ass and take no crap, your father is ready to protect you no matter if you wanted him to or not.

In the past, Hiruzen has been vocal on your choice in men. He rarely approved. He's also been vocal on Jiraiya's antics when it came to romance. It's clear he believes Jiraiya is a little too trashy for any woman of standing. When you came of age, Hiruzen did make a few lighthearted jokes but they had an edge of seriousness to them. Don't date his daughter.

Despite that warning, Jiraiya found himself in love with you. To be fair, he hasn't dated you. He just wishes he was. He would like to. He would love to. He wants to make you his. He would love nothing more than to snatch you away from Kakashi's side and put you beside him. You are his other half.

Everything about you compliments Jiraiya. Your face is nice to look at. Your body is perfect. Which is complimentary for him to stare at. He could spent hours just staring at you. It's probably a little cliché to say you really bloomed into your beauty, but it's true. You were a bit of an awkward duck in your youth, but grew into one hell of a beauty. Your wit is as sharp as his. You and him in a room together can get lively. The conversation could never end. It rarely does. Only basic needs get in the way of talking to you. Like sleep. Or eating. Even then he's tired from sleep deprivation and eating cold food because he didn't want to stop the conversation.

Even your fighting style works so well with him. It ought to. You were trained by your father. As a student of Hiruzen as well, if felt absolutely natural for Jiraiya to be your partner in missions. You and him collaborate like it was meant to be. The differences that are natural to how you fight compliment him. You think fast on your feet. You had different solutions to problems. Most times they were better than his ideas. Your clan is known for strong elemental attacks. You are no different and the fire you can conjure is strong. Jiraiya has even seen it flicker blue from how hot it comes from your mouth or hands. When combined with highly flammable toad oil, it makes a deadly forever burning concoction. When both you and him blow out fireballs together to ignite oil, the flames twist together and create something unique. It burns through anything. A fire so hot and eternal it can never be put out. People have been stricken with awe at the sight of it.

What if he ruins that? Walking up to you and telling you he loves you is harder than it sounds. What if you don't feel the same? The years of being amazing friends would fall apart. It would all crumble. You would turn him down and you could never act normal around him again. Eventually you will just stop seeing him out of awkwardness. Then you would move on and be with someone you love.

He can deal being with your friend and watch you love someone else so long as he got to stay near you... it sounds vaguely familiar. He did something similar with Tsunade. He suffered, but he lived with it. How hard can it be to do a second time?

There's also the possibility of ruining his relationship with Hiruzen. Like good job doing the one thing his teacher asked him not to do. Hiruzen is not an easy man to read, so it's hard to imagine what he'll do to poor Jiraiya. Then there's the rest of your family to deal with. Dating you did mean your whole family would be involved. Isn't your eldest sibling an Anbu commander? So is their spouse? So like he could be murdered and no one would know. Asuma is rather laid back, but it could be hard to completely win him over. Lest we forget little Konohamaru, who has a reputation for being a pain. You've told stories of how your nephew had practically tortured your last beau with his childish pranks. That's a lot to deal with. Yet Jiraiya is finding himself not minding so much anymore. He can handle most of your family. It's mostly just Hiruzen he's terrified of now.

Should he ask? You are an adult. This is a progressive society. He doesn't need to ask for your hand. But it would be polite given the circumstances, wouldn't?

What the hell does he say?

"Hey teach! You know your daughter? The one who I am eighteen years older than and once babysat for you when she was little? Guess what? I wanna date her! And I relish in the idea of you seeing us together imagining all the dirty things I'm doing to your little girl~!"

Or perhaps that's just his Id being unusually cruel to him.

Desperately pining for you or not, Jiraiya does have to face you eventually. You've been a little weird around him too since he kissed you. It wigged him out. You must regret it. Or grown resentful. He can't just sit here and dwell on it. Hopefully just ignoring it will repair the damage he caused and everything will fall back into the comfortable place it once was.

He buries the immediate need to sneer at Kakashi. What good will it do being an asshole? You aren't his to be jealous over. You might already be Kakashi's. If that's the case, Jiraiya will bury his feelings to the core of the earth and attempt to be happy for you. He'd rather just go home and leave it for a while. To simply lay in bed and groan in pain for a few hours while wishing fate was nice to him for once. Alas, protocol has been ignored long enough. Enough to get a hawk sent to him with a harsh reminder from Hiruzen how he ain't no exception to any rule. Neither are you. It was time to round up and give a full report to your dearest father.

Your smile drops when you notice him. Your eyes widen a little. You visibly tense and fall quiet. Kakashi looked at you, then Jiraiya, then back at you. His brow raises but he didn't say anything. What? That was a little judgmental. It would be quite satisfying to flick the younger man in the forehead like one does to a disobedient dog.

"There you are." Jiraiya said with a forced smile. "I was looking for you. The old man insists we report in together."

"Okay." You say with a nod.

You bid Kakashi a quick farewell before hopping down from the branch. Your masked companion waved you off before nestling back into the tree and cracking open his book. You trail behind Jiraiya as he moved swiftly to get this over with.

"Slow down, oh tall one!" You yell at him. "My legs are shorter than yours!"

He shortened his strides and slowed his pace. You caught up and breathed a sigh of relief to walk at a normal pace. You turn to smile at your friend, but he won't even cast his eyes your way. You frown.

"Jiraiya?" You call for his attention.

"Yes?" He continues to stare ahead, barely glancing his eyes in your direction. He just... didn't know how to act around you now.

"Did I do something?... Are you mad at me?"

His expression twitches. His brow and mouth flinching down into a scowl for a moment before returning to that cold neutral. This is already getting difficult.

"No... I'm not mad at you." Was all he said.

You don't really believe that. From the corner of his eye he can see your face change into sorrow. He's upset you. This... this is why he shouldn't act on his feelings. What if it's like this all the time? Ruining the last really long friendship he had was something he really didn't want to do.

Sigh.

Why are feelings so complicated?

It's too late anyways. You looked awful comfortable beside Kakashi. It may feel like someone is walking up to Jiraiya and stabbing him in the chest, but meh... wouldn't be the first time. He's had years of practice. What's another woman he let go? So long as you are happy he's happy too.

The climb up the stairs to reach the Hokage's office has been very quiet. Close. So close to just getting this over with. Once he is, he plans to do something to get his mind off of this. Maybe drink. Hang out in a hot spring. Try and find some joy in his old habits. Just as you and him reached the final hall to the Hokage's office, you grab his hand.

"Jiraiya please. Tell me what's wrong?" You ask him.

He turns back to face you. Your eyes are searching his, desperately seeking an answer. His hand moves before his brain could stop it. His fingers brush up to and caress your cheek. Your skin is soft. It's warm. Young. There's a rosy hue to them after a few moments of having his hand on you.

Even this was probably too telling. You are looking up at him, eyes transfixed on his face. Your lips parted ever so slightly. He licks his own lips, wishing he could devour yours in a hungry kiss. He stares at them for a moment before returning his gaze back to your eyes. His thumb moves to rub over your cheek in a gentle way.

"There's a lot wrong... but it's best I don't talk about it." Jiraiya answers you quietly. "You deserve better."

"Jiraiya..."

"You look good beside Kakashi. He's probably the only man I'd approve of."

Despite not being a fan of the masked man at the moment, it was true. Kakashi would make a good romantic partner to you. A childhood friend of yours who understood your troubles. You lost your genin team when you were young much like how Kakashi had. War takes a lot of things. Minato was the one who originally suggested that you and Kakashi should be paired up on missions. You are more outgoing than Kakashi is, but you seemed to stabilize the young man when he was at his lowest and most erratic. His rock when all his other rocks had washed away in bigger storms. When Jiraiya wasn't available to comfort you, you went to Kakashi. Lot's of people already assume you are dating him. Even Hiruzen approved of it, having had said to Jiraiya that the aloof Kakashi was more expressive and happy around you. It hurt to hear. You make someone happy. It's just not who Jiraiya wish it was.

The smile on Jiraiya's face isn't all that happy. It's melancholy. Like someone who was kicked down in a fight but graciously accepted defeat. He wishes to hold his head high. To be the bigger person. He'll resign himself to his role as your more brotherly friend. Someone you trust and someone you know will never hurt you. He'll be that person that he always was for you and nothing more.

"But you know if he ever pulled anything, I'd kick his ass for you."

You opened your mouth to speak, but he stepped away and continued to walk. He didn't want to hear what you had to say. It'd most likely just hurt more. He can't stand to stew in the moment. The quicker he gets to the office the quicker this didn't have to come up again.

"Jiraiya!" You call his name sharply, like you were prepared to scold him.

He turned around, mouth open and ready to tell you to drop it. Surprise froze up his body as you were only a centimetre away. Your expression was both flustered and angry. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked.

Your lips collided with Jiraiya's. There was a quiet clink as the rushed and poor execution of the kiss had your teeth bump against his. It quickly regained its composure. The stiff surprise left Jiraiya and he adjusted. He placed his arms around you and angled his head. It allowed him to push back. His lips moving and opening in time with yours. The tip of your tongue so eagerly pressed against his.

It felt like both sparks and butterflies. A flurry of tingles up his spine and flutters that clouded his brain. He's kissing you. It was more than the tense smooch he gave you before. It felt so right. Your lips fit against his in this interlock like two perfect puzzle pieces. Your body belonged so close to his.

It broke after a few seconds. Seconds that felt like minutes. He focused so hard on how good it felt the world faded. The red walls and dark wood floors all seem to lose their details. All he cared about was you. You look at him with an expression that said it all. Your eyes soft and affectionate as you held fistfuls of his shirt to keep him in place.

"I'm not with Kakashi." You said quietly. "I don't like him like how I like you."

"I just figured since you two were such close friends..."

A quiet chuckle comes from you. You release one hand from his shirt just to grab the back of his neck and push him down for another kiss. He leans down and gladly accepts. It's as wonderful as he hoped it would be.

"You can be so dense sometimes." Your voice was soft and amused.

Jiraiya turns his lips into a small pout. Being called stupid by you isn't new, but it didn't feel suited in this context. He holds your eyes with a silent question. What did you mean?

"I had to speak to someone who understood me almost as well as you do." You explain yourself. "Because I needed to be told that my feelings were valid. I was scared you didn't feel the same."

You paused for a moment. Your expression drops. The sight of your sadness made Jiraiya's heart do some sort of wild dance in his chest. He made you sad... you don't have to say it for him to know. Your hand slid back down his skin. It leaves more tingles in it's wake. You push under his kosode so your hand touched his chest. Not just his chest, but right over his heart. His hand slowly rose until he grasped it, holding your hand there. It felt so... warm. A comfortable warmth spread through his chest. Yet it also choked his throat. As if you were going to say something he wouldn't like.

"You grew so distant after you kissed me. I was scared you weren't attracted to me..."

There's a heavy tension in the air as you stall on your words. That's a thing all Sarutobi tend to do. They can command a room with their heavy slow words. Jiraiya hangs on your every single one. He searches your eyes as you do to his. Does he say something? Your lips are parted to speak again. He breathes in and holds it as he anticipated what they could be. You look so conflicted but... not. You still look worried that you may be in the wrong. You breathe in and out to steady your normally unshakable nerves.

"I have fallen in love with you."

Even though spoken so softly, it had the force of a wave. It struck Jiraiya in the lungs. He lost the air in his body. Your confession was everything he needed. With a new breath, he felt like he was new man. One not so miserable and lonely. He quickly became caught in that weird zone of overwhelming emotions. Does he laugh? Does he cry? Does he simply collapse? Does he cheer like he won a game or scream in relief as all the stress left him?

His best friend. A girl who grew up after he had yet he got along with so wonderfully. One he helped flourish and thrive. One he comforted. One who comforted him. One who knows practically everything about him. One who never left and always waited for him when he did. One he loves.

You...

You love him.

There's only one thing he can say to that.

"I love you."

The smile on your face was beautiful. Heavenly. He could stare at it all day. From now on he'll do everything to keep that wonderful smile on your face. Being around it was like the sun. Warm and welcoming. He could bask in its glow until it sets, and when it leaves he'll spend so many long hours missing it.

Jiraiya kisses you again. You hold his face and completely melt in it. A muffled note leaves your throat when he grabs your hips. Within a few moments, you and him were gasping between heated kisses. He turned you until he could back you up against the closest wall. Once your back hit it, it only got more heated. Your hands moved all over his torso. Hips, chest, ass. The kiss broke when your hand gently, almost like a ghost, grazed his crotch.

Well... the only thing to do is return the favour. He grabbed your leg and raised it until it pressed against his hip. From there he ran his hand up to your ass and up your top. It slowly moved back down the centre of your chest to your waist. He pushed his hand under your pants.

His other hand dragged down the wood of the wall. Good god! Now that he could touch, he never wanted to stop. There's an immediate heat that sparked between you and him. Like fire and oil. One the fed and sustained the other in an equal exchange. He couldn't undo your pants with one hand. He's being hasty. Every little touch was exhilarating. By how you gasped and moaned to the smallest press of his fingers, you must feel the same.

Something caught Jiraiya's hand just before he intended to move it closer to your ass. Now that he was pressed against you, he could move to make you straddle him and he could touch all he wanted. On impulse he twisted his hand around the knob... Knob?

The wall wasn't a wall at all.

The door did what it was invented for and gave way. You land with a thunk to the ground with him on top. A weak wheeze follows as his weight and the surprise had knocked the air out of you.

"Sorry! I uh didn't realize until it was too late." Jiraiya apologized.

You merely laugh. A light hearted delighted laugh. You raise your hands from the floor as you tried to catch yourself. You caress his face before moving your hands into his hair. You comb his fringe away from his face. It was calming. A caress only a lover would do.

"It's fine." You say with a lick of your lips. "The room is empty... isn't it?"

Jiraiya looks up from your flirtatious face. Indeed... this is an empty room he so graciously discovered. With a long table meant for nobles and leaders to meet. The chairs are all stacked in the corner. That meant there was plenty of room around the table. He looks back down to you. When your eyes connect with his, you bite your lip and your body rocks against him.

That was enough of a hint. You want it. He wants it. He really wants it. He has for a long time. There's no guilt or fear in thinking of it now. All those pent up feelings towards one another has made you and him eager.

Jiraiya sat up on his knees and reached behind to shut the door. In the meantime you had gotten to your feet and strutted to the table. You turned and sat on the very edge. Your face held an eager grin that was all that more enticing when you beckoned him over with a finger. He crawled forward and was quickly kneeling before you. He pulled your pants off before standing, kissing the bare skin of your thigh along the way.

You helped him with your shirt, raising your arms as he pulled it up. In one fluent motion you were stripped to your underwear. You reached out and grabbed his sash. You pulled it free of the knot and the layers just fell off of him with only a slight shrug of his arms. He smiled when you looked him over.

It was strangely not weird. Seeing you naked and you seeing him naked. Usually when two friends become lovers there's that awkward feeling in the air of finally breaching that unspoken barrier. But it's not all that strange. You help him with his pants and eagerly touch his stiffening cock. It sent a jolt of excitement through his body. There's only a few things in the way now. He took your bra off. It was hard as you only wanted to touch him. Your arms angled down and hands on his body. You weren't afraid to touch him. He most certainly is not afraid to touch you. He fondled your breasts with a curiousness and appreciation. They are just the right size, falling into his palms nicely. He leaned forward while kissing you.

It forced you to lay back down. Your hand retreated and your legs spread wide to accommodate him in between them. Jiraiya was quite comfortable laying over top of you. Your body is just the right amount of soft and pillowy. He placed kisses all down your neck as he hooked his thumb around the crotch of your wet panties. Again a jolt of thrilling joy coursed in his veins at feeling your excitement. He moved the fabric out of the way. You held onto his shoulders and gasped in a breath in anticipation. Hopefully he doesn't disappointment.

By how you cry and moan from every inch he pushes in, that sounded like a no. Your legs wrapped around his waist. The tips of your fingers dig into his skin as he began to thrust. The noises you continue to make only make him want to go on. It's everything he's wanted. It's better than he ever could have imagined.

"Fu... hn!" Your voice trailed off to a whine. Your nails grasp harder at him.

It hurts so good. You cling on with such a desperation that it motivates him to go harder. If he sports some scratches after this, he'll be in heaven for days. They're the only wounds he'll hold with pride. It doesn't take long for your back to arch off the table as you cry out. Jiraiya grit his teeth throughout your climax. There's a lewd squish between your body and his. He just barely had a grip on himself. This feels so good it's hard to keep his head thinking.

"Keep going!" You say. Your voice is breathless. "I need you."

"Okay!" He eagerly agreed.

He flipped you onto your belly. He took ahold of your hips and brought you to him. Your cries are more quiet as his weight on you and the hard table underneath you constricted your lungs. Your nails dragged across the smooth wooden surface of the table. Your body bounced with each motion. Each grunt was breathless and your legs began to shake from strain.

At some point the table was hardly involved. It melded together in a blissful way where all he knew was that he was with you doing the most intimate thing people in love can do together. You gripped the ledge, then the legs. After a while you and Jiraiya were under the table rather than on it. He hardly ever had to stop his hips throughout the ordeal. Neither did you. Much like how you and him fight together, you make love with him just as fluently. It's a flawless dance that was meant to be. A pair that was never meant to part. It finished just as gloriously as a battle. It left you and him exhausted but happy. Fulfilled in a way that only love can provide. It was a long time coming...

It was never a question of if, but when. Oh how blind and foolish Jiraiya feels now to have tried to think differently. If he didn't make the first move, you would have. You did. He couldn't be happier.

You lay beside him in the dark empty room under the table. Both you and him laying side by side looking at each other. You look wonderful in the low light. Your face relaxed and glowing. A soft smile on your lips as your fingers aimlessly trace lines down his chest. It left those warm tingles in their wake like they did before. As if you were grabbing and manipulating the very fire in his blood.

Well... It wasn't supposed to go down like this. Ideally, Jiraiya would have nicely told Hiruzen he was going to take you out. It's current year after all. He didn't need to ask your father if he could date you. You are over thirty years old. When you kissed him, he was ready to march into that office and declare he was madly in love with you and there isn't a damn thing his leader could do about it. It's not like he regrets this. This was wonderful. All the frustration and need was gone. He couldn't be happier with this outcome.

"What are you smiling about?" You ask in a whisper.

"What else could I be smiling about?" He replied. He placed some gentle touches on your skin too. Your eyes droop to half open when he caresses your cheek. "I just had sex with the greatest woman in the world!"

"Oh?" You question with a cocked brow. Your eyes snapped back to attention. Alert and mischievous. "Just sex and not great sex?"

"Pretty damn great sex." He corrected.

"Just pretty damn great sex and not absolutely phenomenal?"

He snorts in amusement before stating your name with a fake annoyance. This could go on forever, or at least until you have him standing atop the building announcing to the whole village he fucked you rotten. You'd probably stand stand next to him declaring it just as loudly. A soft laugh was your reply. You scooted closer. You place a kiss on his collarbone. Then up his neck before connecting with his lips. He could stay like this forever. Naked and happy beside someone he loves so much. He holds you tightly against him to keep the kiss going. You chuckle as you are rolled around in the loving hug.

He rolls you onto your back and he's on top. The kiss broke slowly. He pulled back slowly and grinned. You return the smile. You lick your lips. You rub his arms and hook your legs around his waist.

"I want more." You whisper.

"I can arrange that."

You laugh. You run your hands up his body to cradle his head. Jiraiya leans back down to kiss you. He grabbed your ass and there's that rush to his system again. He didn't expect to sign up for a marathon today but he was ready to go. You play with him a little, your hand stroking him off back into stiffness. It didn't take long.

He raised your leg to rest on his shoulder while he held the other against his hip. Your head falls back as he slides back inside of you. Your face contorts into pleasure. You cry out. Your voice is quivering and weak. His hand releases your hip to run up your side. He rubs your nipple, pleased at how stiff it is. He moves on, keeping his palm flat against your chest. He gripped your neck as he fucked you.

"Ah!" Your cry was more restrained now. "J-Jiraiya!"

Jiraiya groaned your name. You hold on for dear life. Your fingers gripping the legs of the table to white knuckled. It's just as good the second time. Maybe better. He could do this all damn day. Every time you pant and call his name it rejuvenated his stamina.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

He jumped in surprise. There's an added bang as he cracked his head on the table. Pain riddled his skull and down his spine from the hard hit. It dazed him and watered his eyes. So did the fear of the current situation. He paused and you gasp. You go as tense as he does. Someone was knocking on the door. Which meant someone knew he was in here with you. Or at least... there's two people in here.

"You two might want to wrap it up." Kakashi's calm voice was on the other side. "Lord Hokage is looking for you."

"Fuck." You hiss under your breath. "I... I don't want you to stop."

"I don't either." Jiraiya sighed. He's frustrated and still incredibly horny. He's no where near ready to finish and now his god damn head hurts.

Knowing Kakashi was outside along with the threat of an angry Hokage looking for him kinda killed the mood. Jiraiya groans before relaxing. He laid overtop of you with a pout. You whine. Your hip rock a little with a need for him to continue.

"I know, baby." He uttered quietly. He pecked your cheek and neck. "I promise I'll fuck you all damn night when we get out of here."

"I look forward to it." You are a little reluctant, but accepted it. You know better than to keep your father waiting.

He sat up and let you crawl out first. A smile does find it's way to his face at the sight of your sex. You are really wet. Not that he needed to see to know. Being inside of it was proof enough that you were really into this. The visual only made him more frustrated. If he had time, he would pull you back under this table and keep going until you've cum several times.

"We'll be right out!" You raise your voice to notify the annoyance outside.

Okay it's a little mean to call Kakashi an annoyance. He was just looking out for you. He was looking out for Jiraiya too. He's a good friend. But why? Why now! A part of Jiraiya is dying to keep going. To just forget the world and be with the woman he loves to dearly.

Getting dressed was a little quiet. Jiraiya helped you with a few details. He fixed your shirt and found plenty of excuses to shower you with kisses. You were happy to hold him and kiss him. He got dressed rather quickly, feeling strange and constricted in all his layers. Sigh. Getting interrupted in the middle of it was the worst. Now he has to face your father horny and frustrated. He ran his hands through his hair, knowing it is most certainly a damn mess. He flinched when he grazed the spot he smoked on the table. There's a goose egg forming.

"Are you alright?" You ask.

"Yeah... It wasn't a hard hit."

You smile at him. You give him a quick kiss before turning to the door. You open it. The bright of the hall was a little surprising to the senses. Both you and Jiraiya were used to the darkness of the empty room. He rubbed his eyes and blinked until they adjusted. Kakashi was waiting outside.

"You two better get to Lord Hokage." He warned.

"Is he mad?" You ask.

"He's..." Kakashi moves his hand side to side in a so-so motion. "Annoyed to say the least."

"We can't be that late."

Jiraiya glances to the clock on the wall. There's one in the hall as a subtle reminder for ninja that they gotta be on time. Hiruzen liked people being punctual. Well... Jiraiya was never on to be punctual. What's another hour? Hiruzen is going to be pissed.

"I'm surprised he didn't send someone sooner." He remarks.

"Asuma was called out to search for you two." Kakashi informed. He grinned under the fabric that hid his face. "Luck for you I found you first, eh?"

The horror grew on your face. Jiraiya felt a small drop in his heart. Yeah. Really lucky. Being castrated wasn't apart of the life plan. Asuma would be cool with this so long as he was informed in a proper way. Finding you in the throes of passion with a renowned pervert would not go well to say the least. No brother wants to see their sister like that.

Jiraiya grabs your hand and smiles. It's best to get this over with. The sooner he does, the sooner he can take you home and do very naughty things to you.

"Come on, we shouldn't keep the old man waiting."

"Right." You agree.

He escorts you away. He casts a wary glance behind him to Kakashi, who gave a cheeky thumbs up. Then a mockery of a flirty wave with his fingers. At least someone is enjoying themselves with this situation.

"Will he keep this a secret?" Jiraiya can't help but wonder aloud.

"Kakashi isn't one to gossip." You reply. "He's going to mock us, but he won't say anything."

"Great."

You chuckle. You give his hand a reassuring squeeze and playfully bump into him. He was more than happy to knock his hip into yours, to which you staggered. Giggles echo in the hall as you and him goof around.

He paused in front of the office door. He can practically feel his teacher's annoyance through the door. Like an icy cavern was on the other side of that door. He turned to you and looked you over. A certain amount of self consciousness arises in him. Is it obvious? Like really obvious? He just fucked you right in this very building only a few feet away from your father. Ballsy to say the least. Incredibly fortunate the old man didn't go searching for you. Jiraiya wouldn't have just been castrated, but murdered on the very spot.

"How do I look?" You ask.

You must have been thinking the same thing. Despite the fact you walked out of that conference room looking like you just woke up from a nap. The only real evidence that something may have happened was the slight swell to your lips and the blush on your cheeks. You hair wasn't even that messy.

"Better than I do." Jiraiya was honest.

"You don't look that..." You pause as you think of the word. "Disheveled."

He laughs. Okay sure. His kosode is is wrinkled and more open than the town's gate. His sash is tied sloppy. He didn't have time to put on his arm guards or forehead protector. They were all abandoned on the floor of the dark conference room. He didn't even have on that all so comforting tight layer of his netted shirt. The light chainmail would at least keep Hiruzen from straight up killing him with a knife.

"Do we tell him?" He asks.

Your brows raise in surprise. It seems you haven't really thought about it. Your thoughtful face kept him on edge. You were quiet for several moments.

"Maybe not today." You finally said. "I can't imagine my father would be happy to hear the reason you and are so late is because we were doing it in his conference room."

"Yeah. Okay... What do we tell him?"

"I'll come up with something." You shrug.

"Okay, love."

Calling you that got a bashful grin. You like that. Jiraiya takes note. He'll call you that whenever he can. He runs the back of his fingers down your cheek before moving in for another kiss. You tilt your head and he feels your fingers grip his shirt again.

The door opens. The silence on the other side is cold and deadly. It feels like the grim reaper himself just grabbed Jiraiya by the heart and the balls. He breaks the kiss slowly, standing up to his full height. He looks over to see Hiruzen glowering at him.

Could anything go right today? It was as if getting together with you had taken all the luck he had left. Jiraiya makes a silent prayer. This must be the end. The old man looks him up and down slowly, then over to you. He puts it together rather quickly what held you up. You are more punctual and responsible. To have you be late because you were with a man he didn't approve of was not making you nor Jiraiya very popular.

"Hey papa." You say quietly.

"Hello, my dear." Hiruzen was curt. He barely glanced at you before returning to glare at the man that was far too close to you. "I believe it would be in your best interest to step away from him."

"Papa please. I-!"

Hiruzen said your name sharply. It was a warning that you should step in line. He was not happy. You take the smallest step away from Jiraiya.

"You know, my boy. I don't ask a lot of you." The old man spoke slowly and clearly. "But I expected you to at least respect the one rule I put in place. Do not touch my daughter."

An unexpected surge of anger rose within Jiraiya. What is this? He's not a child anymore. Nor are you. He's a grown ass man. You are a grown ass woman. It's not like he is hitting it and quitting it. He's not a heartbreaker... not anymore at least. He had a phase, but was long over it. Even so, he has a rather small track record in comparison to most. He once fell in love and it fell apart. He won't let that happen again... so long as you want to fight with him.

"I love her. I'm not going to stop seeing her." His voice was quieter than he meant it to be. But the tone was on point. Firm and feisty. He won't back down.

"Love?" Hiruzen was surprised.

It hurt a little that his teacher thought so little of him. Hiruzen looked so shocked. As if Jiraiya was incapable or too shallow. Then again... he's never been in a committed relationship. It's not all that unusual that it would be surprising. He's willing to try. A large part of him knows he'll be good at it. You return to his side. Your arm wraps around his lower back and you rest your head against his chest.

"I love him too." You state with confidence. "I don't really care if you disapprove, papa. I won't stop seeing him no matter what you say."

Hiruzen looked between you and Jiraiya in silence. Eventually his eyes were solely on you. It was as if in that moment the old man realized he has been a little coddling. You are an adult now. This is the most rebellious thing you've done.

"Your mission went as expected?" He suddenly asked.

You nod.

"Very well. Leave me a written report. Hand it in by tomorrow afternoon. I need to be left alone."

"Papa..."

He raised his hand to sign for you to be quiet. He returned to his office and shut the door.

That didn't go very well. Jiraiya turned you around with him to leave.

"Come on, love. Let's go." He said. "Give him time."

"I thought he would be happy for me... for us."

"He'll come around."

You don't look very convinced. Jiraiya tried to make you feel better. He noticed you kept looking back. He took a few glances too. The old man just needs time. It's a lot to digest. It is also what he's scared of. He didn't want to be a home wrecker. Perhaps if your brother approves and your little nephew can get on board then Hiruzen will be more inclined to be accepting. He wants this to work. He didn't want to get in the way of your family.

"Hey... if this is going to be too much of a problem." Jiraiya was slow in approaching the topic. "Then we don't have to be-!"

You yanked him down for a kiss. You held him there for a few moments. He's going to have to get used to this.

"Don't talk like that. Not when I need you most." You uttered softly. "I love you. And we can get through this together... right?"

"Of course. I won't let you go."

You smile. You hold his hand again as he led the way back into the streets. He knew the way to your apartment by heart. You were happy to collapse upon your bed and kick off your shoes. Jiraiya collapses beside you in a dramatic flop that rocked the mattress... it won't be the only time the mattress will bounce. The integrity of the springs of this thing is going to be tested.

For a while you simply wished to be cuddled. He was more than happy to provide. You muttered something about how warm he is. You're pretty warm too. The fire in you is more than metaphorical after all. When fire meets fire it only makes a bigger fire. You and him must make a wildfire.

After a few hours of making up for the previous incident, you couldn't wait anymore.

"Can we go find Asuma?" You ask. Your fingers dance around his chest and play with his hair. "I have to tell him. I need you beside me."

"Yeah. That's fine with me." Jiraiya agreed.

The quicker more people know, the easier it will be. Having your brother's approval will be a huge milestone.

Getting dressed this time around wasn't rushed. Jiraiya could actually make himself presentable. Not that he ever really cared about his image, but looking good beside you does make him happy. He's involved with the Hokage's kid after all. That's gonna draw some attention whether he likes it or not.

You led the way to your brother. You know his most frequent spots for hanging out. No surprise he was with his girlfriend, sharing some quality time with her at a café. You didn't even get the chance to announce it. You were holding Jiraiya's hand tightly. Something you haven't done since you were a little girl and you needed help walking.

As expected, he was cool about it. Asuma took a slow drag of his cigarette, taking his sweet time in order to annoy you. He looked you over slowly, then Jiraiya with the same cool expression.

"I'm not all that surprised." He said. "You've been gushing about Jiraiya like you were twelve again last week."

You turn red. Jiraiya snorted as you got embarrassed. Last week is when the mission started. The news excited you more than you let on when meeting under the gate. There you were cool and collected. A tad excited as it was the first time you saw him in a year. You certainly hid your crush on him well. He still remembers how his heart fluttered when he saw you... It flutters again now that you are with him.

"Don't say that!" You whine. "I got something serious to ask you!"

"Heh, sorry. What do you need?"

"Can you talk to papa?"

Surprise grew on Asuma's face. You rarely ask things such serious things of him. If anything, Asuma asks you to do more of that. Especially when it came to Hiruzen. You are daddy's little girl after all. Hiruzen is still notoriously soft on you in comparison. Most times you had to flash your smile and bat your eyes to get your little brother a lesser punishment. You always looked out for him and because of that you and him are pretty tight.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Asuma dropped his voice to be quieter. "Should I be worried?"

"He found out about me and Jiraiya in a... less than savoury way." You explain. Your expression fell into sorrow again. "He's not happy about us. I was wondering if you could just... casually bring it up? Say that you think it's a good thing?"

"Uh... Yeah I can do that."

Finally a smile returns to your face. You beam and give him a tight hug like he's little again. He was less enthusiastic but accepted the hug. The tables have certainly turned. You are shorter than him yet you hug him like you can scoop him up and drag him around the house. You gotta ask him to get you out of trouble for once. You're the current black sheep and the heat is on you. If younger, he'd be snickering and teasing you for messing up. But alas, this is an adult situation with adult consequences. Your brother simply ruffles your hair.

"Can you do it tomorrow morning? We have to drop off our mission report after that." You ask.

"Sure. I don't got plans anyways."

"Yes!" You cheer. You throw your hands up and give a little bounce. "Thank you! You're the best! I owe you big time!"

"Yeah you do. Just remember," Asuma paused and pulled out the box containing his smokes. Specifically showing off the brand name. "These are my favourite."

A smirk grows on your face. You grab Jiraiya's hand and began to back up. He falls in step with you. As you back away, you heckle your brother in the guise of a thank you.

"A carton is coming your way! I expect your lungs to be ruined by the time the snow sticks!"

A casual thumbs up was the reply given. That didn't take much. Jiraiya didn't even have to participate. He was just there as the living proof as your newest boyfriend. Lover? What exactly is the term? He loves you but the relationship is brand new. They say that only fools rush in, but he when he's known you for so long it doesn't feel rushed. He could declare you his wife... soon. The future seemed so clear for once. He'll ask once the discourse in your family is sorted. He may not be one for respecting the rules, but asking the father is the responsible thing to do.

This overall great day ends with eating at a great restaurant together. The first official first date went well. It felt like any other dinner with you. Laughing and goofing around most of the time. Only now it ended differently. Instead of a friendly and platonic kiss on the cheek and a goodbye, Jiraiya went back to your house again.

The break had refuelled his stamina for some more fun. He couldn't get enough of you. You couldn't get enough of him. By midnight, it finally ended. After quickly cleaning up, Jiraiya playfully body slammed you back into bed and used you as both his pillow and his much loved cuddle buddy. The giggles you and him have finally quieted down. Despite being sleepy, it took a long time to settle down to sleep. The giddy excitement was hard to come down from. All the bumps in the road today was easy to forget in favour to all the amazing things. Kissing you for the first time. Hearing you say you loved him. How you cry his name in pleasure... All of it is wonderful. You fell asleep first, your face rested in the perfect spot in the crook of his neck and legs tangled with his. He did fall asleep. It took a little time as thinking about you made his heart pound and turn his brain back on. This is the most excited about life he's been in years. He looks forward to live another day, because he gets to live it with you.

Waking up beside you was as good as he dreamed. Yesterday did feel like a dream. It clearly was not as he got to roll around with you clutching you tightly. You laughed in his goofy embrace. You returned it and greeted him with a perfect kiss.

"Good morning, love." Jiraiya happy to greet you so warmly.

"A good morning it is." You agree.

Your smile slowly turned into a worried frown. Your fingers shift and tap on his skin by his neck. There's anxiety in your eyes. It was like you just remembered something bad.

"What's up? You're making a face." He asked.

"I... I'm not sure if I can face papa today." You say. A soft sigh follows then you continue. "He was so mad. He's never been mad at me like that."

"It's me he's mad at. It's not the first time either."

That at least got a smile at of you. Jiraiya was always a bit of a troublemaker. This was probably the biggest trouble he's ever going to be in. He gave you a kiss before continuing.

"I'll go and hand in the report. I think facing it head on will be best." He said with a nod. He smiles. "I can handle him."

And prove himself. He is a man of his worth. He's good enough for you. He slowly gets off of you. Even slower does he dress. A large part of him would like to crawl back into the nice warm bed where the pretty naked lady is. You look just as delicious with the covers just covering your body than you do without them. It wouldn't take much to convince him to forget about it all and snuggle with you all day. It takes some time, but the report gets done.

"Are you sure you want to go alone?" You ask.

"Yeah. I'll be fine." Jiraiya waves off your concern and offers a big grin to assure you. "How about we meet up for lunch after?"

"Sounds good."

One last kiss and he's off. Once in the streets, Jiraiya let's his mind wander off to the situation he has to face. Well... there's a few uncertainties. From least to greatest... there's little Konohamaru. A passionate little troublemaker that has a taste for pranks. He's skilled he's just a kid living how a kid should. Getting along with a kid shouldn't be too hard. Jiraiya can get along with a kid if he tries. Then there's Kakashi. While not blood, he was like another brother to you. The man is rather laid back, but at the same he's also very protective of his friends. On the very small chance Jiraiya does mess this up, he'd have a very angry and very sneaky ninja on his ass. One that'll probably take the petty road to revenge. At least Kakashi is in favour of this relationship. While it'll be a little annoying to deal with the many jokes at his expense, having someone willing to defend you and Jiraiya was kinda nice. Not that you or him need other people to defend the relationship. It was simply a nice bonus. Plus it'll probably rope a few of the other elites to be supportive. It might just be the little subliminal push for Hiruzen to see that this is a good thing for you.

Next is Asuma. While supportive of the relationship, one mess up will probably end with at least a talking to. Your brother is a fair man with a level head so at least it shouldn't be that emotional scarring. It's mostly just dealing with the weight and confrontation of whatever he did to make you upset. Third was your mysterious elder sibling, if they do indeed still live. Anbu are practically invisible to the village and lack any presence whatsoever unless they wished to be seen. They are quite the force. Protective of you as all siblings are of one another. Another problem for another time.

Still Hiruzen was on top as the biggest threat. As the god damn Hokage, the man had some power. He's smart and tricky. But he was also more of a father to Jiraiya than his real father was. His youth was made tolerable and fun because of Hiruzen. He knows how strong and... oddly stingy the man can be. Kind and wise, but can be harsh and critical. There was lots of times Jiraiya was subject to his teacher's criticisms. But... he just has to approve of this.

Despite all his faults, Jiraiya would like to believe he's a good person. Good enough for you. Which in your father's eyes must mean a man with almost no faults. He knows he's good enough! He loves you! He'll die for you. He'd do anything for you to make you happy. Isn't that what a good partner is supposed to feel and want for their significant other?

As usual, Jiraiya simply let himself in. Hiruzen was alone in his office. His deceptively fragile old hands working on signing off a piece of paperwork. He glanced up from his work. Less usual was the disapproval. Jiraiya hadn't received that look since he was a child. It's fine. Gramps was just pissed at him for finding out in a bad way. At the end of the day, Hiruzen just had to know his most precious student is best for his little girl.

"One mission statement, as ordered." Jiraiya announced with a cheeky wink as he waved the envelope around like a prize.

"Leave it on my desk."

He frowns. Come on? Can't the old man at least try? It's not like he walked in calling him dad. This really isn't the time to be making those kinds of jokes. Not until he knows your father is okay. Very slowly he does drop the letter on the desk and slide it forward until it's almost poking Hiruzen in the arm.

"I thought you would have more to say." Jiraiya not so subtly inquires.

"I wanted to speak to my daughter first."

"Come on, gramps. I know you have made up your mind by now."

"I have."

For the first time, Hiruzen stopped to focus completely on Jiraiya. He dropped his pen and sat up straight. Despite him being much bigger, Jiraiya felt about the size of a fly under his teacher's gaze. Like he was a child again.

"You aren't good enough for her." Hiruzen came to his conclusion.

It stole Jiraiya's breath in a terrible way. Not like when you kissed him or told him you loved him. A coldness washed over him rather than joy. It was hard to breathe. Like he was stuck in frigid water and each inhale burned from the strain.

"My daughter deserves a man to grow old with. Not one who watched her grow." The normally wise man took that politely critical tone. "A man with a steady income and good home. A man who can provide her a good future."

Each point felt like a stab. Ouch. Way to hit a man where it hurts. These are points Jiraiya himself once contemplated when debating himself on whether or not he would make a good partner to you. He's not young... but he's not old. He's spry and certainly has plenty of life in him. He's not rich, but it's not like he's poor. He can provide for himself just fine and adding you onto the budget won't be an issue. So long as he had you, he had a home. Not just you, but other people who loved him. Every time he did want to return to Konoha, images of not just your smiling face came to mind, but sharing that long heart to heart catch up talk with Hiruzen also made him happy. Being with you restored his heart while speaking to Hiruzen broadened his perspective. It was nice...

"I... can do all of these things." Jiraiya said with determination. "I can't control my age, but I can get my act together. I'll prove to you I'm worth every bit of her love."

"That's not the point."

"You just clearly said it was. What is it then?" Anger began to rise inside of him. He folds his arms and scowls. "Is it just because it's me? Will any other man do but me? What is it about me specifically that makes it so awful for her to be in love with me?"

"Because I know you." Again Hiruzen strikes him down with a well placed statement. "You are just getting ahead of yourself. Once the excitement wears down, you'll leave my daughter and move on. You may not see it, but I have seen what you've done to girls in the past. So please! Move on before you do anymore damage."

It grew silent in the room. Jiraiya didn't have anything to say to that. Sure... he's done his fair share. All men do. But... it never had feelings. This does. This is so completely different from hooking up with some random woman at a bar! To be completely honest, half the time he wished it was you he was touching than a stranger. Each time he hoped one of those girls would stick, but they never did. To think Hiruzen kept an eye on his past romantic endeavours! Yeesh. Perhaps the old man is more perverse than he remembered.

Insulted and torn down, he turned to leave. His steps felt heavy and loud in the quiet office. Once at the door, Jiraiya slowly turned the knob. He hesitates to leave. He looks over his shoulder. The words are burning to be set free from his tongue.

"I'll prove you wrong."

There was no reply. Barely a twitch from the still solemn leader perched in the room. Jiraiya left after a moment of staring. It feels bad. He is good enough! Why does Hiruzen think so strongly otherwise? The argumentative side of him is telling him to go back in that office and tear the old guy a new one. But it wouldn't do any good. It'll just sour Hiruzen's opinion of him more. Once out of the suddenly cold and looming building, the warm and golden light of the sun was a welcome difference. He breathed in deeply, then slowly let it out.

"Jiraiya!"

He turns his head in the direction of the familiar call to see you were waiting for him outside. The warmth of the sun was nothing compared to your smile. It could keep him warm in the dead of winter. It was a wonderful sight after what he just went through. You collided with him in a tight hug. A thrilled squeal came from you when he held you tighter and lifted you off the ground in the bear hug.

"Did papa come around?" You ask.

"Oh... not exactly."

You look at him with a frown. By your expression alone, you wanted him to explain. That little frown and worried furrow to your brows is very telling. It hasn't changed from when you used to do it as a child.

"I guess Asuma's pep talk didn't do much to sway the opinion." Jiraiya said with a smile. He tried to joke, but it fell flat as your worry didn't fade.

"What did he say to you?"

He opened his mouth... then slowly shut it. It's best he doesn't say. Not right now. He didn't want to turn you against your father. While it hurt to basically be called an unworthy slut, he still cared. Your family is important to you. It's important to him too.

"Don't worry about it. We'll figure it out later." He dismisses it.

You aren't completely satisfied with that answer. You don't press him for the details. Instead you rest your cheek against his chest and sigh. For some time, he and you are still. The embrace was just what he needed to feel better. Your warmth soaked into his body and kept him comfortable. Your quiet breaths and gentle beat of your heart was a wonderful reminder that you are just... here. Alive and here for him.

"You hungry?" You raise your head to look at him and ask. "I'm feeling sushi."

"With lots of alcohol!"

"At lunch?"

"What? You got somewhere you gotta be later?"

You chuckle and shake your head. Your fingers interlock with his. He followed your lead. You know where the better restaurants are. He fell behind a little, just to watch you walk. Your body had a certain sway about it when you're excited. It's pretty darn cute.

... Sorry sensei.

Jiraiya places a kiss on your cheek, which makes you grin and curl your face into your shoulder out of embarrassment. You turn your head towards him and lean in for a better kiss. He was happy to provide one. His hand still holding yours under the table. The corner spot of the restaurant was perfect to get cuddly.

He sat back to look you over. Your face... everything else attached to it. It's perfect.

"What?" You ask. You tilt your head curiously and a grin grows on your lips. "What are you staring at?"

"Heh... Only looking at you, love."

You beam at him with that sunshiny smile. Then you relaxed to laze on him like he was a lounge chair. Content to find a way to be as close as possible without being totally inappropriate. Since it was a booth table, it was rather easy to adjust and let you lay. He put his back against the corner and leg against the back of the booth. You nestled in the space it created with your head just at the right height for him to rest his chin on top of it. It flared up the bump in his head as the back of it was still pressed against the wall. He doesn't really care though. It's a good enough position to hand feed you!... And fondle a bit of that hot body of yours.

No matter what Hiruzen says. No matter how he disapproved or tried to interfere. It won't deter Jiraiya from trying. At some point in the future if this ever gets to a point of being asked why with frustration and anger, he has the perfect answer prepared.

"I love her too much to let her go."