Originally posted mid November, the week of Jiraiya's birthday.
With your finger to your lips, you hush the crowd. It was funny how adults can get excited like children. Each one a high ranking ninja who has been to war, but they are crouched behind the furniture giggling like giddy ten year olds. All their gazed at fixed on the door. You are as well. A growing anxiety and excitement swirling inside of you.
The door opens and the light flicks on. As soon as it does, everyone stands to shout.
"Surprise!" The crowd cheers.
Jiraiya looks completely taken aback. Standing in the doorway of his apartment to see a crowd of his friends there to greet him. All of them in swim wear or summer clothes. The temperature in the apartment was hot. A bit odd since it was the middle of winter. You come trotting forward, a lei in hand to place around his neck.
"Happy birthday." You say at a normal volume.
"You did this?" He asks.
"Er yeah."
"You know I told you I don't like my birthday."
"All the more reason to have a party. Come on, your friends want to celebrate with you."
He lets you drag him inside. He considered just turning around and going back into the blizzard. But he didn't want to upset you. He forces a smile, not wanting to be rude to the guests. You push him into his room and tell him to change. He'll die in his uniform. A tropical birthday theme seemed like a great idea. He's born in the middle of November, he's already sick of snow. So why not pay an extra amount on the heating bill and sip piña coladas and pretend it's summer? Plus he would be more inclined to celebrate if all his girl friends are wearing bikinis. Maybe he'll actually get a girlfriend.
Being his roommate meant knowing a few details of his life most don't. Like the fact that he takes girls home and set them free the next day. None have ever stuck around. Well except for you as he says. But you don't count... even if you do like him. So you got a bit of a crush on him! Nothing you can't handle.
The idea of becoming roommates was something that kinda just worked out. Your old roommate got married and moved out to live with her wife. You needed a new roommate to balance the living costs. Everything has gone up in price since the war was ending. Fate had it happen that you met Jiraiya again. You were friends with him as children. Being in the same class in the academy meant always seeing him. But he got put on a different team than you after graduating and the relationship kinda fell apart. It happens no big deal. But seeing him again as a man had certainly threw you through a loop. He's grown into a fine young man. Attractive and charming. He told you he needed a place to live as he's lost money after the war ended, his book didn't sell after investing almost all his savings into publishing it, and he couldn't afford his current place. He was stuck in the village for a while to train his own genin team. It worked out perfect. Who knew it would take an economic downfall to reunite you with your old friend!
But it's weird. You don't want to ask him out. He's the only friend you have. You lost the rest in the war. You've become friendly with his other friends, but nothing like what you had with your old group. It's why you want to throw him a party. Something fun! He should have fun. Maybe find someone to be with.
Jiraiya came back out wearing the outfit you set out on his bed. A pair of red shorts with a cheesy floral shirt suited for a beachside vacation. His expression wasn't all that vacation looking. He begrudgingly flopped down onto the couch. You hand him a drink. Platters of food are on the table before him so he's good to pick at what he wants. Why he doesn't like his birthday is a mystery. He hadn't told you. Just that each one had sucked. You wanted to change that. So this idea came to mind.
He looks you over slowly while sipping on his fruity drink. It wasn't really anger. Just a mix of exhaustion and something else you can't really place.
"You look nice." He finally said.
"Thanks." You say with a smile. "It was hard to find a swimsuit in the middle of November."
"I was just thinking I never saw that in your drawer before."
You gape at him. Perv. Has he really sifted through your underwear drawer? You wouldn't put it past him. You hit him lightly on the arm. For the first time tonight he grins. The straw still in his mouth as he does so.
He sits up and looks over the food. He's had a long day with not enough to eat. It seems you made some of his favourites. He grazes over the choices, popping pieces into his mouth from platter to mouth. You hit him again.
"Grab a plate! It's flu season!"
"Must you scold me?"
"Only when you behave like a child."
He stuck his tongue out at you. He grabs another mouthful before following your advice. He loads up a plate and sinks down to enjoy himself. Just layback and enjoy it. At least he doesn't have to do anything.
"How's your team?" You ask.
"Fine. One of them is really growing on me."
"That blond one right? You've mentioned him a few times."
"Yeah. He's a clever boy. Incredibly sweet too."
You raise a brow. You lean back into the couch. With his both his hands occupied, you can easily steal a snack from his plate. He looks offended that you would snag it right from him.
"Don't corrupt that boy. We need more sweetness in the world." You say after you finish eating his snack.
"What? I'm pretty sweet aren't I?" He shifts closer to you and grins. "Or am I getting confused and that's you?"
"I think you need more food than alcohol."
You pull the drink away from his lips. You're blushing. You know you are. It's just cuz it's hot in here. Most certainly not because he called you sweet. Jiraiya looks at you for a while. He too is blushing. Probably from downing his alcohol on an empty stomach.
"If you want me to enjoy my birthday than I need more alcohol." He said with a cheeky grin.
You roll your eyes and get up, grabbing his cup from him. You head to the kitchen to fill his cup. It is his birthday. If he wants to sit on the couch and get blasted then let him. He's not as grumpy as you thought he would be. He was venomous when you found out when his birthday was. He clearly hates it.
It's weird to think that anyone could hate their birthday. It is always something that's fun. From having sugar high parties as children to getting drunk as an adult, there's always something fun to do. Maybe he never had fun things to do? Or maybe he parents were strict? It's hard to imagine Jiraiya of all people to have wet blankets for parents. He's so much fun on his own he must have had at least one fun birthday! Or maybe something happens each time he tried to have a birthday? Bad luck or something. Like the cake falling to the ground before he could blow out the candles.
As you ponder what could make a man hate his birthday, you make more drinks. Using the blender to blitz up the slushy mix with alcohol. You pour the mix into a set of cups that have been set beside you. Apparently more people wanted drinks. You fill the birthday boy's cup first before doing anyone else's.
Maybe it's simply getting older. How old is Jiraiya? He's probably only a few months or so older than you. So this year would make him twenty eight. That's not old or anything. He's got a whole life ahead of him. Something tells you that he wants more. A family maybe. He tells you all the time that he's lonely. It only tempts you more to want to lean in and confess with a kiss. Maybe you could. Make one of his birthdays something good.
Recently he's been giving you the impression that he likes you like that too. When he can, Jiraiya takes the opportunity to kiss your cheek or touch you in some way. The arm. Back. Running his fingers through your hair before bidding you goodnight or goodbye. You tend to be receptive of it. Leaning into his touch or running your fingers on and through things on him. It's so fun to be around him. Even if he does like to walk in on you when you shower. One time you invited him in and he freaked out, turning red and sputtered as he retreated out of the bathroom. He loves teasing you, but is such a mess when you tease him back. It was a cute quality of his that never failed to make you smile.
With confidence you garnish the drink with a paper umbrella and a cocktail cherry. Okay. Why not? Ask your roommate out. Tell him how you feel. You know he feels the same. You round the corner holding the drink, ready to hand it off. Then you pause. You stop completely.
One of the girls you invited is sitting on the couch where you were once sitting. It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't all over Jiraiya. He was receptive to it. Happy to have this girl flirting with him. Her hand dancing along his chest as she was practically on his lap. He was all smiles. Leaning into her and stroking her arm to encourage her to keep touching him.
Oh... okay. Maybe you were a little overzealous. Jiraiya likes touching girls regardless of who they are. You've caught him snooping through your stuff when he just moved in then bring a date home a few hours later. Sheesh. Maybe you're just dumb. You're surrounded by pretty girls in swimsuits getting sweaty. You thought wrong that maybe you could fix his lonely problems. Get him a girl. Sure that'll be fine. While you're at it admit to yourself that just finding him pretty is not all what you feel for him. Life is so frustrating and you feel foolish.
Fine... Good for him. Maybe this one'll stick. You turn back around and grab the blender, which had about a half of the mix left. Someone didn't get their refill either. You pour both that drink and Jiraiya's drink back into the blender, grab a straw and stride off into your bedroom. Maybe it's rude, but the guests are here for the birthday boy not you. He's in a better mood now that he's got a girl all over him... it's just not you.
You sit on your bed and sip at the drink. It's good. Sweet but sharp with that bite of alcohol. You aren't really sure what you want to do. Just sorta be alone. You curl up with the drink and sorta chill out. For some reason, it does make you sleepy. Perhaps it's simply the stress of seeing someone you like get away...
Where the heck are you? Jiraiya peers around the girl he's talking to towards the kitchen. You're taking a long time. Something weird flutters in his stomach. Something always goes wrong on his birthday. Both of small and colossal proportions. Each year was different. Did you cut your hand off? Or slip? Why is he so worried? You're a capable woman. But he's uneasy all the same.
"Would you excuse me?" He said as he gently lifted the young lady's leg off of his lap.
She was a little disappointed that he's walking away. She was okay company, but he missed yours. You're more fun to talk to. You know him better. It's just easier than mingling with people he knows but not all that close with. You understand him about certain things that these people don't. There's no one he likes in the kitchen. A couple of people mingling and talking. Someone mentioned that someone else stole the blender full of drink. Rude but relatable.
Hm. Peculiar. He leaves the kitchen to stand in the living room. His acquaintance came back to his side, asking if she can see his bedroom. She did so with a flirty wink and bite of her lip.
"Uh... I have to find someone." He announces with some fluster, pushing the woman away from him with a gentle shove.
She pouts but let's him go. Jiraiya peeks around a few corners. He opens the bathroom door and had a bar of soap thrown at him. The woman on the other side, pretty but not you. Did you go to bed? It's like six. But you've done stranger things. He opens your door, careful to be quiet. If you had hooked up with someone... well it would suck. It would hurt to see you in the arms of a different man. Why his first instincts go there he's not sure. He just likes you. More than he realizes.
Ah. You're alone. Arm thrown over your eyes and the blender in your arm empty of its contents. You are adamant about two things when it comes to drinking. You aren't a light weight and you aren't a sleepy drunk. Both are completely untrue. You're a one tequila shot then bed kind of girl. Dangerous in the wrong company. Luckily, you have him to look out for you. He wasn't having the best time anyways. He didn't like crowds, even if these people are his friends. He shut the door behind him and crawled in beside you.
"What's up, sleepyhead?" Jiraiya asks as he flopped down beside you.
"Hmm... I'm mad at you." You grumble.
"Why are you mad at me?"
You toss the heavy blender to the floor and roll over to lay your head on his chest. Half your body slumps over top his with your leg thrown over his. You're also a very cuddly drunk.
"That woman got to you before I could." You mumble. "I was gonna tell you how much I like you."
"How much do you like me?" Now he's curious.
"Like a whole lot. I may even like... love like you." You adjust yourself until you decide you're comfortable. You bury your face into the crook of his neck. "But I totally blew it, didn't I?"
"Oh I don't know." Jiraiya said with a shrug. It's hard to grin. You do like him. And you confessed while sloppy drunk. He pulled you into a hug to which you give a groggy hum. "I think your chances are pretty good."
"Hmm..." You hum again and reach up to pet his head. His hair is soft. "Why don't you like your birthday?"
"No big reason. I just don't like celebrating it." He explains. He turns his head to nuzzle his cheek against yours. "Something always bad happens."
"Bad how?"
"I don't know. My parents never celebrated it because of the date. My friends always forgot. Sometimes someone dies. Other times I'm alone. I don't like bringing attention to something people forget... I don't know why... it just always hurt."
"..." You remain quiet for a few moments. You continue to run your fingers through his hair. It always seemed to calm him. "I remembered."
"You did." He confirms. It did feel nice. Someone cared. "You've officially thrown me my third ever birthday party!"
"Only your third?" You sit up and look at him. "You look at least twenty something to me."
He laughs at your joke. He touches you without thinking. Stroking your face and admiring it. It'd be nice to kiss. Not just your face but your lips. Finding you again after so many years was wonderful. He didn't expect to find such close companionship so quickly in you. You stare at him as he stares at you. Eyes searching for the same thing.
Drunk you is more brazen as well. Leaning down to kiss him before he could stop you. He gently pulled you back.
"Hn.. Kiss me again." You whisper.
"No. That's not a good idea."
"Why not? I thought you liked me."
"I do." Jiraiya clarifies. He gently pushes you away when you leaned back in. "But you're drunk. I'd rather we do this in the morning."
You pout. Slowly your heavy feeling head rests back on his chest. Your eyes close. Maybe he's right. You're tired. A nap sounds good. You successfully trap him under you. He has no choice but to lay with you. His hand mindlessly plays with your hair or along your shoulder in a random pattern. Well... that wasn't so bad. Maybe this is the lucky birthday. It took its sweet ass time getting here. He gets comfortable. This is fine. Cuddling with you was rather nice. It warms him more than the cranked up radiator.
...
The warmth of a body pressed against you wasn't alarming. It was nice. Toasty. You don't remember picking up a man at the party but it's not totally out of the question. You can be a bit of a clingy drunk. In your sorrow you could've clung onto one of the men you invited and taken him to bed to feel better. You sleepily drag your hand around their body. Up slowly until you meet their face. It's manly. Soft. With thick lovely hair that you enjoy putting your fingers through. It's familiar.
Opening your eyes took a moment. You're sleepy and slow from the hangover. A slight pulse of pain bursts across your head. Great. A headache too. You raise your gaze and your heart drops. Heat covers your cheeks. Why is Jiraiya in your bed? He's so close.
You eep and escape from his grasp. You roll out of bed and immediately check yourself. You still have on your swimsuit. You look at him. He's still dressed, but why is he in your bed? He's never slept in your bed before. Both you and him are dressed at least so you know nothing too... touchy happened. You scoot out of the room. Not that the sight was any better.
Your company were messy people. Cups and snacks on the floor. Cold and long abandoned things that couldn't make it to the bin apparently. At least they didn't burn the place down while you and Jiraiya slept. Someone was nice enough to turn down the heat. It was chilly to wander into the living room in just your swimsuit. It somehow both helps and worsens your pounding head.
A coffee with some good breakfast will set you right. You hurry to the kitchen to get yourself started. You make the coffee first. The machine designed to do so hissing like an old steam boat. God that is loud. Honestly hangovers are the worst. Plus you are freaked out. Your best friend and roommate was in your bed all cuddly with you. Why was he in your bed? What did you do with him? That's the worst part about getting drunk at a party. At least no one did anything too stupid. They all cleared out before you got up at least. There's no other hungover adults you gotta baby and send off to their own homes.
A pair of nice warm hands touch your hips. It's followed by a body pressing against your back. Gentle kisses are laid on your neck.
"Good morning, gorgeous." Jiraiya's deep sleepy husky voice greets you.
You sigh. It does feel nice. His lips are touching you. It's soft and affectionate. Did you step into an alternate reality where he likes you back?
"What happened last night?" You ask.
"Good things." He answers. He stole your coffee right from your hand to drink it. A bit of justified revenge for being a food snatcher. "You told me you like me more than just a friend."
As he spoke, his hand moved your hair away from your neck to place more kisses on your skin. It's wet and warm. It's now coffee scented. It's good. Almost good enough to forget what he said. You turn around slowly to meet him face to face.
"Did I really? Was it a good confession?"
"It was..." He shrugs. "Meh."
Your first instinct to whack him. You hit his arm then hide your face. He just had to tease you didn't he? He chuckles before finding a crack in your hands to kiss the tip of your nose.
"Sorry, it was a good confession."
"What about that girl you were with?"
You look between the cracks of your fingers as you await his answer. Jiraiya shrugs.
"She was fun to talk to, cute too, but I was thinking about you when I was talking to her. So I figured," he pauses again. His hand grabs your hip and pulls you towards him. "I should be talking to you instead."
"Was I a mess?"
He smirks. You puff your cheeks out in a pout. He had no need to say it. You lean back into the counter. He follows so he's never away from you. He's mighty close to you, unafraid of how close he really was. Drunkenly confessing your feelings was far from the plan. It's not that romantic. But he didn't seem to mind all that much. You relax a little as he touches you. Gentle touches. Along your sides and back. He seems hesitant to go beyond that to your ass or chest. His expression is curious. Probably to your thoughts.
"Did we kiss?"
"Just a little. I didn't want to do anything while you were drunk."
"What a gentleman." You compliment with some sarcasm.
"I try my best." He was happy to be just as teasing in his reply.
Both you and Jiraiya share a laugh. You drop your hands from your face to do something else instead. You return the soft touches, stroking his arms and sides. Since he's still wearing that cheesy floral shirt and he never bothered to button it, you can easily touch his bare skin. He really has grown into a fine man. It's a shame it took so many years to reconnect with him. Maybe if you had stayed friends with him then you'd be in a relationship with him already. This isn't bad either. There's just a weird looming sense of lost time that lingers in your head. At least it's happening now. The opportunity hadn't passed you by. Maybe it's just the hangover making you slightly pessimistic. There's one thing that'll make you feel better.
"Could you kiss me again?" You ask. It'd be nice to know what it was like.
His shoulders move with a bemused snort. That sounds like an idea he can get behind. He reached for your face and his fingers are almost ghostly on your cheek, as if a little scared to get this intimate. Like you have in the past, you lean into it. Connecting with his eyes again, you become lost in them. They're affectionate and searching. Yours are reflecting the same. His thumb strokes over your cheek.
It's hardly how movies or books describe a first kiss. There's a weird tension and expectation in the air. Hardly anything ever goes right for either you or him. You flinch when Jiraiya went in a little too abrasive. It wasn't much of a soft touch as it was a mush of lips. He muttered an apology before trying again. Even then you angled your head the same way he did. You fix your head the other way. At the same time so did he.
"Heh. Stay still." Jiraiya whispers.
He held your face with both hands to keep it in place. You shut your eyes just before his lips connect with yours. Now that's a good kiss. Soft but not too soft. Reactive to you when you move your lips. It breaks slowly, with both you and him leaning back.
"How was that?" He asks.
"Good. I... I liked that."
"I liked that too."
A light blush is on his cheeks. His smile is bashful. It's actually really cute on him. He's hardly ever timid like this. Nothing has ever tickled him pink like this. He's giddy to hold your hands and stand close to you.
"Oh!" You say as you remember something. "I made you a cake!"
"Cake?"
"Well duh! A person needs cake on their birthday!"
You escape his grasp to the fridge. You open it and your heart drops a little. Well... at least they saved a piece of it. The board you used to hold the cake was empty aside from a single wonky thin slice of cake. You grab it and present it anyways.
"Uh, happy birthday." You say with some uncertainty.
He chuckles and takes it from you. It was a simple confetti cake with white frosting. No one has ever made a cake for him. But his chronic bad birthday luck struck again as there's not a decent amount of cake to cut the slice in half and share. There's hardly anything there. But it's cake. He fishes out a fork from the drawer beside him and uses it to take a bite. He was never a big fan of sweets, but this ain't bad. The next forkful he offers to you.
"It's no fair that you didn't get any either." He justifies as he pushes it towards you.
You accept the bite. It was nice. Sharing cake and coffee with someone you love. The simplicity of it was a perfect way to start this relationship. To him, it was the best birthday gift he's gotten in a decade.
From then on Jiraiya's birthdays always seemed to hold something special. You and him ditched the parties to opt for being together. While your first attempt to make him like his birthday was mostly a success, he'd rather have a quiet dinner with only a few people who love him. His team and you. He didn't like to be given gifts, not material ones anyways. Yet you and Minato tend to conspire to get him something. He's always so surprised and flattered when presented with a box all wrapped up for him to rip into. He almost had a childlike eagerness when he tore into the gifts, but kept his disposition of annoyance like it was a chore to be given things. He secretly loves it, he just didn't want to admit it.
He proposed to you on his birthday. After three years and having that talk about how good the relationship was going, he figured that the anniversary of getting together with you was a pretty darn romantic day to ask. Plus he got to use the cheesy line of "Will you give me the best gift in the world?" How could you refuse that? And while the wedding wasn't on his birthday, it was in winter. It was strikingly similar to his birthday. With only a few friends to celebrate the day while the snowfall seemed to welcome the union in its soft embrace. There was no one in the world you would freeze your ass off for in a dress other than Jiraiya. He was freezing too, but couldn't care less. The numb fingers and cold toes was worth it for the wonderful experience of celebrating in the season that is known for it's warmth and love for others.
The marriage life was something he really enjoyed. You did too, but it was agreed that there was something missing. The subject of children was something you and him once lamented to one another about having before getting together. He was a little scared to be a father, you were unsure on how to be a mother. But it's something you and him can learn together.
Not many fathers can say they share their birthday with their child. Shura was the best gift you ever gotten him. He had to rush to the hospital, having had been out on a mission he couldn't get out of. He missed his son being born, but you didn't care. You smiled at him, tired and sore, but elated in your hospital bed. You presented the baby to him with an excited "Happy Birthday!"
Some years later and the birthday tradition has changed a little. It was still a small dinner with friends. Jiraiya is holding his boy tightly in his lap, rocking the child lovingly to a soft rhythm. The five year old is all to happy to be cradled there. His grin big as he sat in his father's lap with his little fingers gripping the edge of the table. His white hair pulled into a stubby ponytail at the top of his head. It was already loose and falling out strand by strand with each movement. He didn't seem to care. His large black eyes are sparkling with joy as you approach holding a candlelit birthday cake. You set the cake down in front of your family listening and singing along with them in that iconic song, only with a twist.
"Happy birthday dear," Jiraiya pauses and looks down at his son. "Shura!"
"Daddy!" The boy sings in response.
"Happy birthday to you!" Everyone happily finish together.
They both blow out the candles atop the cake. Since Shura still had to stand to reach the top of the cake, Jiraiya held his waist to make sure he didn't land head first into the frosting. Not that Shura would mind diving into his birthday cake face first, it was more the mess and having to clean it. Jiraiya gave him a kiss on the cheek before setting him back to his original seat.
There's cheering and clapping from you and your guests as the birthday boys make their wishes. You cut the cake and dish it out. Big generous slices for your guests and yourself, that first year still sometimes comes back to remind you that good cake needs good portions.
The guest list is still small. With Minato and Kushina, now young adults, being the only real company your family enjoys. They both continue to be awesome people that you and Jiraiya both care for dearly. The birthdays wouldn't be the same without them here to celebrate.
Shura seemed to prefer to have this as a family thing for now. When asked if he wanted to invite his friends from school, he refused. The school year is still young, so he doesn't know his classmates that well. He's a rather shy boy and finds that making friends are harder than it looks. Luckily he's at that age where handing him a crayon will start a friendship that could last a lifetime. Maybe next year the house will be filled with excited children ready to participate in cake eating and games.
Jiraiya preferred to have the focus mainly on his child. Having the candles to Shura's age and the presents be for his little one. He didn't mind. He'd rather the attention be on Shura over him. Just having a family was a good enough gift. Celebrating with the people he loves is all he ever really wanted. It's perfectly fine to eat cake and kinda just... savour the moment. His wife. His friends. His kid. That's all well and dandy for his birthday. He no longer dreads the day as he once did. Shura gets so excited for it that it's hard to view it in a negative light anymore. The little guy was shrieking with joy when he opened his gift, which was a training set of throwing weapons. They're duller and lighter than real ones. Perfect for a ninja in training. Then again, he put a few dents in the wall from giving them a test run. You caught it too late and had to kindly tell him that is an outside activity. Oh the joys of children.
The night ends early for Shura. He's still little after all. He only made it to about seven thirty before pulling on your sleeve and yawning. You tend to push back his bedtime when it's his birthday, he hardly ever makes it past his original bedtime of seven. He's a good boy that listens to you when you tell him to brush his teeth before getting him changed and put to bed with only needing a kiss goodnight to lull him to sleep. He's tuckered out from all the activity he partook in.
The rest of the night is usually drinking with your now adult guests and chatting. This year's gift from them was a bottle of wine, one that matched Jiraiya's age. He was slightly offended, but it was too tasty really dwell on it. They both aren't late night type of people and leave by ten thirty, with leftovers wrapped up for them to eat later in hand. Both happily wish Jiraiya one last happy birthday before going home. You yawn after he closes the door.
"Are you tired already?" Jiraiya asks.
"A little. I had two glasses of wine." You answer with another yawn. That stuff knocks you on your ass.
"But what about my gift?" He asks in a fake whine, looking at you in that gawk he does when he's joking around.
You smile at him with a raised sarcastic brow as he holds you against him. His hand on your hip as he looks you over, awaiting your answer. You place your hands on his shoulders and raise yourself on your toes to give him a kiss. He meets you half way, bending to that slight angle in order to do so.
"I didn't get you anything this year." You said. His face falls to a pout. Only then did you place a finger on your chin like you were searching your thoughts. "Or did I leave something under the bed for me to wear and you to enjoy?"
His face lights up with excitement. He scoops you up and carries you to the master, taking care to tip toe past Shura's room as to not awaken his kid. He set you down impatiently as soon as the bedroom door was closed. Like a nosy child on Christmas he hit the floor and dragged his hand under the bed in search of something. As he does, you start to take off your dress.
"Ah ha!" He shouts in victory as he slides out a wide flat box with a ribbon on it. He opens it, only to pause. It's empty.
"Or am I already wearing it?" You spoke again in that pondering tone.
Jiraiya is facing away from you, but it's easy to know he's smiling. He turns around slowly to reveal he is grinning almost sinister like as he stares at you. The lingerie you got was to his taste. That classic babydoll style with delicate lace patterns. Complete with garter and thigh highs.
"My my. What a gift you got me." He said as he crawls on all fours towards you. "I hope you'll let me enjoy it all night."
Once at your feet, he runs his hands up your legs. The feeling of the silky material on his hands only gets him more excited. You push his bangs away from his face, sighing quietly as he kisses your belly right above your panties.
"Of course I will. I've been thinking about it all night." You reply.
That grin on his face only got bigger. He slowly rose to his feet with his hands continuously dragging up your body. You tilt your head up to smile at him as his hands began to rub circles into your lower back. It's something he does when he's contemplating on what he'll do first. You press your hands on his chest and slowly raise them up until they cradle his neck. You pull him down for a kiss, which he's happy to participate in.
"Happy birthday, baby." You whisper.
"Thanks, sexy. Whatever shall you do to top next year?"
You only smile, which annoys him. Jiraiya is the type who likes to know everything. It's why he hates surprises like presents. This however he can get behind... or on top. Any angle he's down for. He snorts before kissing you again. Maybe next year he'll buy something for you and him to use. His hands slip under the fabric of the underwear to grab your ass.
Like every birthday he's had since he got together with you, it ends well.