The cold is slowly becoming unbearable. Even for him. Jiraiya slowly exhales a breath into his hands, hoping to warm them. It works for a few seconds. Then it dies out and returns to becoming cold. Tucking his hands into his sleeves helped. Curling up helped. At the moment he's a tight ball on the floor of the cave. It was more like a cage. Constructed out of rock and ice. The ice itself unnatural and designed to slowly leech and freeze the chakra within its victims until they die. Not much can be done about it. All he can do is wait. Wait... with you. One of his teammates for this mission.
Casting a glance over reveals that you aren't doing as well as he is. Shivering like a leaf in a windstorm. Your winter gear isn't standing up well to the enemy attack. The ice prison is a tricky one to survive. It's a test of endurance and trust. You have lots of endurance. And stubbornness. You just don't trust him. Actually you despise him. He's not the biggest fan of you either, but both you and him are willing to be professional and work together.
"What are you staring at?" You snap at him.
"Are you cold?"
"Of course I'm fucking cold!" You pause and look him over slowly. "Why aren't you in worse shape?"
He shrugs.
"I do have fire chakra. Maybe it keeps me warm. Care for a hug?"
Your look of disgust was answer enough. Even so you give him some choice words.
"I'd rather get frostbite on my ass than touch you."
"Suit yourself."
Your teeth return to chattering. Jiraiya watches you quietly. Okay... he may not enjoy your company all that much, but this is worrisome. The point of this trap attack is to sap the captive's chakra and use it to feed the frost until they die. After which the ice will simply melt away in a fun little ironic way. A slow truly agonizing death that begins the debate of what'll kill a man faster, the cold or chakra deprivation?
He is doing okay. Deep calm breathing. Don't overthink things. Trust that the team will come. There's nothing else that can be done. No fire style attack can penetrate the ice and stone. He's tried. Wasting all his energy on something will only kill him faster. You tried too, more desperate to get out. Throwing wind style attacks to the stone in a desperate attempt to break through. It didn't work. If he hadn't stopped you, you'd probably be in worse shape.
Ever since he stopped you, you've curled up into that ball in the darkest corner. Your emotions are running through something, he can tell. You aren't okay. This is the first trap you've been stuck in. The faith of the toughest shinobi get tested in things like this. At least you aren't alone. Then again... it's with Jiraiya and that doesn't seem to comfort you.
Your face suddenly changes. Your pissed off expression turns to worry. Fear.
"W-We're going to die in h-here, ar-aren't we?" You whisper between your chattering teeth.
"We aren't. Our team wouldn't abandon us." Jiraiya assures you.
That didn't do much to soothe you. Your shivers become more violent. Your breathing more loud and shallow. You shake your head.
"It's been hours! N-No one is coming!"
You're panicking. It's something he's never seen you do before. You're usually so headstrong and tough it puts his confidence to shame. It's something he admires in you. Along with your beauty and skill, you make for a good shinobi. It's quite surprising that you are losing hope. In the low light of the cave, he can't make out your features very well when they're buried under your hood. But the high pitched inhales followed by shaky exhales are pretty telling that you're crying. Even if you and him aren't friendly, he didn't like seeing you cry or give into despair.
It hurts to move. His bones are cold. They tingle and sting from the small effort it takes to crawl towards you. He sat on his knees in front of you. What should he do? He wants to comfort you. You literally hate every cell of his being. But he can't leave you to give in to the situation. He reached out and grabs your cheek. You look up at him in surprise and confusion.
"Calm down. We'll get through this, okay?"
It's clear you don't believe him. This place had gotten to you. You are shaking and scared. No hope in your eyes for a rescue. Your skin ice cold. Your eyes are tired. You've simply reached a point where you no longer believe.
You push his hand away and turn to the side to rest yourself against the stones. You are curled up tightly. He sighs. This isn't good. You are as cold as the ice itself. You probably aren't long for this world if you refuse his help.
"Unzip your jacket." He orders. He already began to do so on his own jacket.
"W-What? No w-way, you perv!"
"Good god, woman! Is your pride worth that much to you?" Jiraiya raises his voice out of annoyance. "Let me share my body heat with you before you freeze to death!"
"W-Why prolong the in... inevitable? I'd rather d-die faster than drag you down wi-with me."
He says your name softly. Do you actually care about him? You don't reply. You curl up tighter in your ball in the corner. He stays there by your feet as you continue to shiver. His eyes droop closed and a shiver finally runs through his body. Not good. The cold is starting to set into his core. He sniffles as he feels his nose run. Not exactly charming but neither is wiping it on his sleeve.
For some time he breathes and thinks. Mostly about you. The frigid air was hard to breathe every so often. As if he let go of too much of the warm air in his lungs and the frost itself sunk into the lining of his body. For a moment it felt like he was floating. That in between state of awake and passing out was taking over. It was tempting. But deadly. He can't give up. Not when he believes in his team and having you to protect until this is over. It would be so much easier to simply slip away. Like falling asleep.
It suddenly dawned on him that it had become very quiet in the cave. He opens his eyes and fear quickened his heart. You aren't moving. You've stopped shivering. You're limp. Your body lax and heavy against the stone. Just how long was he hazy for? Time seems like some kind of illusion in this place. It felt like seconds but could he have blacked out for longer without realizing it?
"Fuck... don't be dead." He curses behind clenched teeth.
Jiraiya pushes on your shoulder so you face him. Your eyes are closed. Your expression is stuck in that fearful despair you had on last he saw it. Your tears now frost down your cheeks. Your complexion is grey. It lacks that warmth blood provides to a body. He used his teeth to pull off his glove and pushed his hand under the collar of your jacket. His cold fingers were hot in comparison to your ice cold skin. Touching your neck was like grabbing an icicle. There is a pulse. It put him at ease, even if it was only a little. It's a faint pulse. Slow and soft like the beat to a butterfly wing rather than that of a hammering healthy heart. It was a heart trying hard to pump blood into a hypothermic body. A task hard to do when the veins seem to be freezing after each beat.
At least you aren't dead. You aren't exactly healthy either. The problem he now faces is thawing you and still surviving without becoming frozen himself. Survival books always said skin on skin contact to share body heat was the best thing to do when faced with this situation. That now seems incredibly invasive and inappropriate with you unconscious. You may have given up, but he hasn't. If he can at least prolong your life, he will.
"Sorry, babe. I know what you said, but I'd be a pretty shitty comrade if I gave up on you." Jiraiya said to you.
You don't respond. How can you when your body is failing? He reaches for your zipper and pulls it. He acts quickly so you don't lose any more heat. He opens up his own coat and pulls open his shirt. The cold was truly biting. It was as if little teeth were nipping at his skin looking to break it open and let the frost go right to his blood. To save time he rips your shirt open, muttering another apology. The netted armour you got on he simply pushes up to above your breasts, speaking another apology to your unconscious form when he grazes your chest on accident. His own layer of armour is less forgiving in give so he had to suck it up and undress himself from the waist up before pulling on the layers he needed.
It's very odd to be over top of you. On all fours looming above you like he's about to enact a different activity to your body. It's hard not to look. You have a beautiful body to look at. It would be nice to take your bra off and play around a little. But out of respect for you and the plain fact that he ain't that kind of man, he wouldn't ever touch you without your permission. He sinks down slowly, putting his arm under your back to elevate you slightly from the ground.
"Hah... oh.. cold." Jiraiya more or less complains to himself as your icy body touches his.
He put your jacket back on you and he had his over his shoulders equipped more like a cloak than a coat. It just made sense at the moment. With it more like a blanket tent situation over top him he can move without the puffy sleeves cutting off his movements. He puts his other arm around you, placing it under your neck with his hand holding your head to cradle it. He gets settled in, laying his full weight over top of you. It forced him to embrace the cold of your body. The heat from him beginning to seep into you. For a few moments it stole his breath. It's like hugging a snow bank in the middle of the coldest ever recorded day of winter.
For some moments he focused on breathing. Deep breaths that'll be better for keeping you warm. He did his best to control himself. With each exhale his body wanted to flinch away from you. His belly was especially keen to suck back in to be away from your skin. He resists that urge and gets as comfortable as he can. He angles your face as gentle as he can so that it rests against his neck. The tip of your nose was like an ice cube being pressed against the most sensitive spot on his neck. The soft breaths that touch his skin was reassuring. They are at least steady. Still on the shallow side, but they are at least consistent. At ease that you are at least on the safer side, he settles down. His worry about the situation had lowered. It's actually kind of nice. Humans are sorta made to hold one another aren't they? With curves and angles for hands and faces to bury into for comfort and warmth. He rests his forehead on your shoulder and shuts his eyes. He may not find sleep, but trying might be okay. Resting and thinking is better than worrying. Fairly soon his warmth will be sustained and aided by yours. There's hope. Don't give up. Not on you. Not on the hope of escape...
There's a breeze. Gentle, warm, and consistent. It tickles your shoulder. There's a weight over top of you. It's not squishing you. It was more like a weighted blanket. You are... warm. Or at least warmer. Your ears are still burning with the cold. You move your arms, using your hands to feel at what's atop you. Your tingly cold fingers meet something both hard and soft. With gloves on it's hard to determine what without removing them to feel the texture.
You stroke around the smooth sides to the other side. You rub in circles around the surface, feeling things you are familiar with. Muscles and bone. All wrapped in skin. A human. But how their chest is flat and wide, it must be a man. But... the last man you were in the company in... was Jiraiya.
He didn't! Your eyes fly open and your gaze is met with a the familiar face of the man you've been stuck with for hours. You look around and yeah, he's not wearing a shirt. You aren't either. That perv totally did! There's an uncomfortable bunch at your neck and the back of your bra is digging into your spine. At least he didn't take off everything. Still so he touched you while you were out cold. You look back up to his face. It's relaxed with eyes closed. A part of you sorta wishes he'd stay asleep. If you could just sorta shimmy out from under him that would be ideal. You try to scoot up, but accidentally knock your stiff leg into his thigh.
You watch his face. His brow and corner of his lip twitches. His eyes open. He smiles at you. Must like how a lover would greet their partner in the morning.
"Hey, you're awake. How you feeling?" Jiraiya asks casually, like he's not totally in a compromising position atop you.
A part of you is kinda mad. He took your clothes off when you were unconscious. But he only did so to save you. Why would he save you? You've been nothing but nasty to him since you've met him. What's worse about is that you've entered a strange cycle of it. You are attracted to him. But you don't like what he does to women. As a result you are just... mean.
"Fine..." You answer quietly. "Th... Thank you."
"No problem."
"..." You pause and exhale a deep breath. "Why did you... save me?"
"You're my comrade. I have a duty to help you if I'm able." He was happy to reply. He too pauses, looking you over. "Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Why do you hate me? I know I'm not the best with the ladies, but you hated me before you even met me."
"I don't... hate you, Jiraiya." You drop your voice to a timid mutter. "I hate what you do to women."
"Oh?" He tilts his head. "Do explain."
"You've had sex with a few of my friends and never contacted them again. No good man does that."
He looks genuinely surprised. His brows up and eyes more wide with alert. They were feisty and offended. He is prepared to defend himself.
"Yeah, I agree. No good man does do that. That's why I don't." Hs tone matched his eyes. "Unless I discuss with that woman that is what we both want, I'm more than happy to keep in contact with them. Mind sharing their names?"
"Kaguro and Hanako." You say slowly, interested but not totally convinced.
"Ahhh." He said with a wistful smile. "Both very lovely ladies. Their beauty only elevated more by their sharp minds. But they both agreed to that it was simply a night of fun and that it was never anything beyond that. If they developed a grudge over me keeping that agreement, then that's their problem."
He's very matter of fact. He was sure of himself. So sure that you believe him. You look him over slowly. His expression was bright and mirthful. His eyes looking down at you as he awaits your conclusion.
It's not totally out of the question that your friends would have stretched the truth. They could've done so out of offence that Jiraiya wasn't willing to go back on his word or take them out again. Both can be quite dramatic when it comes to men. Anyone really... At one point their drama had caused a rift in your friend group. But you knew of Jiraiya's reputation for being more of a player. He's flirted with every woman he's come across with no shame or awareness of how he comes off to others. Mixed with their stories you knew he just had to be unsavoury. A man far from boyfriend material. Your lashing out was just a way to protect yourself and keep him away. But it's hard to lash out anymore. He's rather sweet under that facade of suaveness. He's honest. He's funny. He's a bit of a dork... He's a good person. You however... may have been too rash.
Even when you lashed out, he took it, dished it back, but never was a complete jerk. He had your back when you and him were split from the rest of the team. At one point he tackled you out of the way of an attack that could have ended your life. You refused to listen to some of his orders. When you broke off from the team to go take on the enemy yourself, he followed you. You walked right into this trap. It's because of you... that he's stuck in here. He has every right to leave you on the floor and let you live with the consequences... or die with them. You were prepared to. But he won't let you die. Out of loyalty... maybe something else too.
"I'm... sorry." You eventually say. "I judged you before I knew you. That was childish of me."
"It was, but I can forgive you." He said with a wink.
A shiver runs through your body. Your eyes fall shut as you sigh quietly. Before the cold sets into, Jiraiya sinks back down. His body resting more firmly against you. You are inclined to hold him tightly. Your arms and legs wrapped around him like he's your lover rather than your heat source. That bit of warmth that is being shared between you and him is as precious as diamonds at the moment.
"Keep breathing. Don't panic. It's all going to be okay." Jiraiya's deep voice was steady and even by your ear.
"H-How are you so calm?" Your teeth start chattering again.
"Because I know our team is still searching for us."
"Hmm..." You hum out the sight. You curl your face into his neck. You grip a fistful of his hair to encourage him to stay there. "How are you so sure of that?"
"No one from our village would abandon a comrade. I wouldn't, I know they won't..." he pauses. His body adjusts slightly, rocking against you. It sent tingles up your spine. You heard a heavy swallow from his throat. "Would you?"
Is he testing you? Or your morality? Probably both. He's been on about this rhetoric since the first time you inquired about the hope of leaving. Your hand began to mindlessly stroke up his spine, following that subtle line the bones made. It's a habit you like to do to the person you're hugging when you think.
"No. Of course I wouldn't." You finally answer. "I don't think any good person, ninja or not, would leave someone behind when given the option to help."
Jiraiya is quiet for a moment. Despite your hand their to keep him still so your face stays cozy, he turns his head. You have no choice than to lean back slightly to make room for him. He's awfully close. His face only a few inches from yours. For some reason you've become very aware of how close he is. Not just his face, but his body. For the first time in a while, you felt heat in your chest, belly, and face. Your eyes lock with his. They are dark and jovial. Yet gentle and oh so bright. They're affectionate. The face their set in wasn't bad either. Older but handsome. And of course... you don't gotta see his body to know he's got one of a man half his age. Having each ridge of those muscles against your front painted quite the picture in your head.
"Then have hope. We'll be okay." He uttered softly.
"..." You don't really reply. Your mouth opening to speak, but you do nothing more than a weak long breathless note.
Your eyes fall down to his lips, then to his eyes again. Maybe his mother was a siren. Or his father an incubus. Perhaps your denial and subtle brush with death has elevated your emotions. Or the fear and possibility of this slow death still ready to claim your very breath. Or maybe you like him more than you want to admit. But you for some reason, have fallen completely enamoured with the man you only a few minutes ago had distasted. You want nothing more than for him to grind his hips against yours and fight with you for dominance in the form of aggressive kisses.
He noticed. His head tilting ever so slightly, the smile on his face dropping to a soft line that barely curved. He swallows heavily again. You watch his throat bob. Your fingers flex, uncertain if they should push his hair to guide him down or release the strands to stroke his back to encourage him to make the first move.
He made the decision for you. You froze up in surprise when Jiraiya kissed you. His lips gentle and wonderfully warm. A heartbeat later you relax. You angle your head a little to get more comfortable in the kiss. You move your fingers up and deeper into his hair. Your other hand digs slightly into his back from holding on so hard, desperate to want him closer. It broke almost as quickly as it connected. Far to quickly for you to get really comfortable in it.
"Heh... sorry. I guess I should have asked." Jiraiya said with a small laugh.
"No... no it's okay." You speak softly. You relax the hand on his back. You move it slowly to join your other in his hair. You grip and massage his scalp. "Kiss me again."
He smiles before doing so. This is better. Full on heated making out. With short wet kisses, with tongues and sucking on bottom lips. It broke occasionally for him to kiss and suck on your neck for a few moments before going back to kiss your lips again. He adjusts again, rising to his knees. It left a cold void between your skin and his. A quiet groan leaves you as the cold set in. He grabs your hips, running them slowly up to your chest. He grabs your breasts through your bra, seemingly hesitant to push it out of the way to join the other material around your neck. Even through the material he can feel how firm your nipples are. It's probably from the cold. Even so it's a turn on.
Your soft moans encourage him. Jiraiya reaches around your back, his fingers grazing the bottom of the band that held the front of your bra to the clasp. You arch your back, giving him room to work the clasp. More of your body presses against him. He makes out with your neck as he works the hooks from their eyes. You are more eager than you thought. Excitement is coursing through your blood as you graze his crotch with yours.
The cold ground is hardly pillowed by your coat. When your back hits it again, it's hard and cold. It was more like a sheet laid over ice. Yet you don't seem to mind as he pulls off your bra off of your arms. It's about to get hotter anyways. The cold hard ground will be a concern of yours no more. While he's at it, he grabs the bunched up material around your neck and still sleeved on your arms and takes it off as well. You gasp as you can breath a bit more easier. The material was around your throat applying just enough pressure to be annoying.
"Fuck... you're gorgeous." He groans at the sight of you before groping your bare breasts.
Every touch was so exciting. You gasp when he pinches your nipples. They are already firm from the cold. Now they're hard and sensitive as he teases them. It got so heated so quickly. It's so odd to be so hungry for a man. But you just connect eyes with him and seeing the same excited want in his gaze only urges you to want more. A moment later he's back to kissing you. With more tongue and harder sucking on your lip that'll leave it swollen for hours. This time when it broke, it was slower and wetter. With a strand of saliva that connected your tongue to his after he pulled away. It's followed by a hot puff of air from his mouth that washed over you for a second. The warmth that was gone leaves you wanting more.
You're panting. Hard. Heaving for air like he strangled you. He's no better, puffing for air quickly like you had tried to drown him. The steam from yours and his breath completely fogs up your vision for a few moments. After several moments of these, Jiraiya groans before resting his head against your chest. His face is nestled in your boobs, which he's still holding firmly with his hands. His fingers still flexed enough to fully support them and caressing them like a nice fitting bra.
"Are you okay?..." Your voice was husky, which was surprising. It's only been a few minutes.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just..." He paused to let out a quick sigh. He raises his head to peek at you above your breasts. "I know we're doing something a little stupid."
"Stupid how?" You ask. You scratch at his scalp and play with his hair, pushing all those thick locks away from his face. He looks cute with all his hair away from his face. He looks better with his hair. It's wild like he is.
"We're in a life or death situation. Just sitting here is sapping away at our lives but..." He pauses again. This time you feel his lips and teeth graze your skin, following that invisible like your sternum would make. "All I can think about now is how I'm going to get you to scream my name."
"It won't take much." You whisper. Then you smile bashfully. "To be honest... I've been into you for a while."
"Really? You sure got a funny way of showing it."
Your smile drops to a scowl. He chuckles at your reaction before dipping his head back down to kiss your skin again. It's still cold, but not as cold as it once was. The way you hum and relax from his affection already has him hooked. It's hard not to grin while he's doing this to you. Your reaction is hot. It does feel good, but the featherlight touch from the tips of his hair is tickling you.
His hands squeeze your tits. It was harder than he's done it before. The difference in sensation was a good enough mix to keep your senses titillated. His grip remains firm as he drags his hands down. It pulls at your skin. You are very aware of their every movement. He's not being subtle. They go down, as they do he travels up. His tongue leaves a wet trail on your skin as he drags it along in one long lap. It ends in between your breasts. From there he lays kisses up your chest to your neck. You move your hands as he rises up. Over his shoulders to his back. You turn your head as he nibbles on your neck right at the highest point he can get at.
In the meantime his hands had continued to travel down. It's only when they hook around your pants do you realize what he's after. You hold your breath as his cold fingers touch your bare hips.
"Are you okay?... We don't have to if you're having second thoughts." Jiraiya said rather softly. His tone was understanding and gentle.
"I'm fine. Your hands are cold."
"Oh... sorry." He chuckles.
He pulls off your pants and underwear off together. You work with him, curling your legs up so he didn't have to scoot back to pull them off. The cold air was strange. Your legs are already cold, but having your sex exposed to the air was odd. In a way it was refreshing, but it was a reminder of the heat you sorely miss. Jiraiya brushes his finger over your slit. The pressure of it was firm. Not enough to hurt, but enough to know what he was doing. He finds the hole he wants pretty quickly and pushes it in.
"Does that feel okay?"
You nod. It does. The cold isn't really having any ill effects to this activity. You're excited and therefore wet. His finger is pushing in and out easily. It's good. And your partner is more considerate than you had expected. He's very gentle. He shifts on his knees. they must be getting a little sore from supporting his weight like this.
"Should we switch?" You ask.
"No. I'm fine. I don't think I can keep you warm if you are the one taking the brunt of the cold."
"Aren't you cold too?"
"I can deal." Jiraiya pauses to smirk. "Fire chakra, ya know."
You gasp when he pushed in a second finger. No more questions. Jiraiya sinks back down to kiss you. That bit of space he had created was quickly eliminated. You reach down, grazing your hand against his. He sucks in a breath between clenched teeth when you cup his crotch. He's hard, even through the layers of his clothing you can feel it. The next kiss you and him share is more sloppy and wet as his focus got torn. You go further, slipping your hand under all those warm layers. Your fingers are ice cold. He's rather toasty. The contrast in temperature seemed to excite him. He nipped your lip hard enough to taste a hint of blood.
"Sorry." He mutters.
"It's okay." You reply in a whisper. It's getting harder to breathe again. The cold air gets colder as your body heats up. You gently squeeze and stroke his dick. It's already stiff, but he's only getting harder with your help. It's leaving you wanting. You push his pants down until it's partly exposed. "Can we start now?"
Jiraiya nods. He offers you a small grin. His throat bobs again with a gulp before he began. He pushed all the layers getting in the way down just enough to expose himself. It's still very cold in here. He didn't want to undress more than he had to. But you he liked seeing naked. It's not like he can see all of it anyways. Plus it'd be quite the feat to have sex with you with your pants barely off your thighs. That'd take some advanced maneuvering that neither you nor him have the energy for. Your body is being squished by his. The heat is being shared. You may be naked but you don't seem to mind the exposure so long as he's here to make you warm.
"Slow... please." You ask when the tip presses into you.
"Okay."
He does as you ask. With each inch being introduced inside of you at an acceptable pace that allowed you to adjust to it. Your body is still cold and stiff. Anything fast feels as if it may snap your body like a frozen piece of brittle chocolate.
Once his hips hit yours, you let out a breath. You hadn't realized you held it. All your focus was absorbed in what he was doing. At the same time he sighed out a breath. He too was incredibly focused on what he was doing and how it felt. Which was phenomenal.
"You're still okay?" Jiraiya asks again. Only how his voice is less calm. It wavers slightly with that haze of arousal, like any movement from you could cause him to lose all composure.
"I'm fine. Are you okay?" You return the question in the same tone.
"Yeah... you feel great."
"So do you."
Again you got that smile. Only now it was a tad bit weaker. His cheeks are red. So is his nose. His eyes are almost unfocused, yet unable to tear away from yours. He makes the first move. His hips rise up a few inches before pushing back down. The whole time he's watching you and your reaction. The soft groan that falls from his mouth is intoxicating.
Why does it feel so good? Better than you've had before. The best you can convey how it feels is to moan and have your head lull back. Your hips roll when he pulls away again. He took advantage of it and his wonderful lips go back to tease your neck. His hands slide down your hips to your ass. It braced them against the cold floor and helped guide you to work with him. As soon as he did, it somehow felt even better.
The only noises in the cave was heavy breathing broken up by the occasional moan. Jiraiya was... fairly quiet. The bites he was leaving on your neck were sometimes stopped so he could take in a bigger breath. Sometimes he moaned your name. To which you would tuck your face against his cheek, your mouth by his ear for you to moan his name in return. His hips would speed up for a few beats before he calmed down enough to get a grip on himself. You tuck your legs around his, unsure how else to help him get off.
You are getting warmer. So is he. The fog from your breathing is more thick as your body temperature rises. If this was the secret to cold survival all along... then both you and he would have done this sooner. Airing your grievances and almost freezing to death with him has made this much better.
Jiraiya's face cringes for a moment before relaxing again into pleasure. You feel his legs flex and the constant pace he's impressively kept for some time broke stride for a moment. It seems he's too prideful to admit he's sore. He's been in this position for hours. For the time he's laid on you and took care of you to now, it can't be comfortable anymore. You take action to fix it.
With a hard push that surprised him, you roll one righty with him. It felt like ice stabbed into your skin as the protective layer around you slipped off your shoulders and the air made its way down your back. He groaned as he landed roughly on the ground. His head thunking to the cold rocks and back dangerously close to scraping against them. Had not his coat landed perfectly in place, he'd be worse off.
You stay low as he had. You keep your hands on his shoulders. You take over. Kissing him and rolling your hips as he had when he was on top. He reacted the same as you had. Gasping your name in pleasure as his head lulls back. He squeezes your ass to encourage you. Not that you need much encouragement. This is too good to ever want to stop.
"Damn... you..." Jiraiya gasps out the words. It seems he's now struggling to convey his thoughts.
"What? What do you want?" You whisper, your lips a hair away from his.
"You! Fuck me, woman! I'm close!"
He's cute when he's frustrated. Now he knows how you felt. Being around him frustrated you a lot. Now you hold the reins. You sink fully down and rock. The best way to do it is to put your ass into it. Rocking forward and back with a little bit of lift. His fingers dig into your thighs. You cradle his cheeks and pant through your mouth a fraction away from his. You can taste and smell his breath. To keep him teased you purse your lips so they barely graze his. His react but couldn't catch your lips fully. In response he growls between clenched teeth.
"Touch me more, Jiraiya." You breathlessly request.
His lips twitch into a smile. He exhales a chuckle. A sting of pain hits your ass when he smacks it. It's a jolt to your system you didn't expect. A squeak escaped you as a result. He chuckles again. Like before, his hands travel firm along your skin. It leaves a trail in its wake as your body clings to the warmth of his fingers. Along your sides. He cups your breasts, supporting them and massaging them. His palms push up to brace against them harder while his fingers flex to squeeze. From how he is holding them, he can pinch your nipples while continuing to play with your boobs. He follows with the motion of you riding him, never making it painful with tugging.
The added teasing is just what you needed. It gets you more excited. Enough to get closer to the edge. Eager to meet the end and all of its fantastic feelings, you speed up. Jiraiya stammers your name. It's all he gets out before you seal his voice away with a kiss. It was hungry and aggressive. Like it had been before he took your pants off.
The tension in your body that had been building for so long was getting too tight. Like a spring coiled too tightly. Or one too many bands around a ball. The anticipation of the release was reaching its end. That glorious flood of stimulation washed over you. You freeze as it steals all other functions in your head.
Jiraiya is no better. Tense and focused on the same feeling. The front of his thighs keep bumping against your ass as his legs shuffle and writhe in pleasure. The kiss broke a second later. The descent from the high had allowed both you and him to breathe again. In alternating patterns, you and him gasp for air. For the first time the coldness of it was refreshing.
Your body relaxes. When it does after such an overloading experience, you shake and become weak. You collapse on top of Jiraiya, who had similarly become jelly as you had. His legs and arms are sprawled out. His chest is still moving deeply for air. It rocks you... almost enough to fall asleep to. You shut your eyes.
Before you could really relax Jiraiya rolled you over. Suddenly you are on your side and so is he. He's facing you, looking rather cheeky about it. He tucked his arm under his head to cradle it. He's smirking while looking you up and down.
"So... you've liked me for a long time, hm~?"
You huff at him and feel the heat of your blush. Cocky old perv. He laughs loud enough to have it echo around the walls. It's a good laugh. Even when you weren't exactly a fan of his, that laugh made you smile. It was so happy. All those around him that heard it seem to notice, but he didn't care. It was nice. You rest your head against his chest. A move that quieted him. His free arm wrapped around your back and pulled you closer.
"Don't tease me." You grumble.
"Sorry. It's kinda easy."
For some time, you and Jiraiya talk. There's not much else to do. Both you and him are exhausted. The energy it takes to have sex isn't usually so draining, but the effect of the painfully slow suck of chakra the ice does as well has taken a toll. It was a foolish idea to expend so much energy, but it was worth it. It feels... good to finally just talk to him. Your old habit of lashing out at him has left. He's fun to talk to. Smart... charming. Not as infuriating. His voice is nice too. Deep and comforting. The vibrations from his chest against your ear was oddly calming. His hand travels up and down your back in gentle strokes as he speaks. It feels good enough to lull you asleep.
A loud noise broke it. The peace of the calm talk was shattered by a bang. You jump and crane your neck to look behind you. There is where the thick wall of unnatural ice is that is holding you and Jiraiya captive. You look back and exchange a look with him. Shit.
It's the fastest you've moved in a while. The scramble to cover yourself overrides your pain in moving. Your body is stiff and drained, but if that's the enemy you can't be caught with your pants down. If it's your teammates... well that's even worse! They'd be relishing in the opportunity to poke fun at you. You get dressed. Not well but you're dressed. You turn to Jiraiya and see he's just finishing up getting himself sorted. He looks as if that never happened. He cleans up good, but the smell of sex is still lingering in the frosty air. Hopefully whoever is on the other side doesn't notice.
The tip of a weapon cracks it's way through the ice. You back up a little, not wanting to get hit by the ice that fractured off of it. When the weapon retracted, the ice froze over again. But the person on the other side got in a word.
"Are you okay?" They managed to cry out before the ice reformed. It was a teammate. They did come!
"You know..." Jiraiya trails off as he stood beside you. "Wind feeds fire from what I remember in school."
"Not if the wind is too strong." You reply.
You raise your gaze to look at him with a grin. He smiles back at you. He raised his arms with his hands close together to form seals.
"I think I can keep up. Can you?"
You roll your eyes at him and copy his stance. He's too cheeky sometimes. When the weapon strikes again, this time with the faint blurry shapes of two pairs of hands holding the handle. It made the weapon strike deeper. With that hole and window of opportunity, both you and Jiraiya combine elements to make that hole bigger.
It worked. Once the inferno had subsided, you grabbed his hand and pulled him along through the hole in the ice. It was crawling back at a rapid pace to close up again so the window was small. His foot almost got caught in the reformed ice. He stumbled and fell, bringing you down with him. You land in the snow on your back with him on top. When you lock eyes with him, you pause. So does he. He smiles.
"I told you they would come." He whispers.
"Yeah yeah... You were right again." You whisper back to him.
"Not surprising."
You scoff while he chuckles. Without a second thought, he leaned in and kissed you. It's nice and all but... Your teammates gasp.
"Just what the hell happened in there?" One asked in shock.
"Yeah, you two were cats and dogs when we left!" The other added.
"Someone came to their senses." Jiraiya replied with that coy grin that still drives you crazy.
You scoff again and push him off of you. He laughs as he rolls into the snow. You get up and storm off ahead.
"Wait! Babe! I was just joking!" He calls after you. "Come on! I'm the leader here, you gotta follow me!"
"Be quiet!"
His footsteps crunch in the snow as he ran to catch up to you. By the time he did he was puffing like he ran a marathon. The lingering effects of the cave were still clinging. He's probably exhausted. You are too. You stop and let him catch up with heavier dragging steps. His defined steps in the snow had become a thick never breaking trail as he lost the energy to lift his legs over the bank.
"Are you okay?" You ask.
"Yeah. Just tired." He answers with a smile that told you not to worry. "I'm calling off the mission. Our enemy has fled as our team just reported to me. Everyone is tired from the fight."
"Home time?"
"Home time." He confirms with a nod.
Again... Jiraiya is unique in that way. Most shinobi would have insisted on completing the mission. It's that basic philosophy that ninja are trained in, that the mission should always be completed. But with the circumstances of this one being to mostly scout out the threat and observe the enemy. Slay was more or less if the situation had become that dire where the team had no choice but face the music. He is satisfied with this outcome... in more ways than one. The mission has been completed. He's a true believer in returning home to fight another day. There's no reason to run his team into the ground pursuing an enemy they are ill fit to take out. No one has to die for an option he doesn't have to take. It's a waste of good people.
You hang back to let him take lead. He's well traveled enough and has your trust to take a path you know will lead home. Home sounds good. With blankets and hot springs to heat you up. Tea and soups. Your oh so comfortable bed. It'd be even more comfortable to share these things with that charming ole perv. You and him talked about it enough in the cave to make you nostalgic for it all and to share it with him.
You take the first step to go home. Then you black out. The last thing you register is the cold snow against your cheek and your team blurting your name in surprise.
It was just chakra exhaustion.
From what you heard, Jiraiya carried you home and to the hospital himself. You woke up there, alone. You were discharged with a promise to keep warm and take it easy. It's not hard to do, but it can be lonely.
Your teammates are gossipy. They were quick to spill that you and Jiraiya had kissed. Thankfully they didn't know the extent of your escapades with him in the cave. It got back to your friends, who lashed out at you... well... at least you know where you learned it. Kaguro and Hanako were pissed at you. It was emotionally exhausting to deal with them yelling at you and calling you a traitor. As they saw it, you picked a man over them and they didn't want to be your friend anymore. At this point you don't really care for their drama. If that's what they took away from your near death experience where Jiraiya saved you, then they got some weird priorities.
For a few days you are alone. You have time off to recuperate from your mission for your health. You sit on your couch and drink tea while watching movies. You miss him. Being trapped in a cave with Jiraiya had changed how you feel about him. Doesn't he feel the same? Maybe he is just that scummy to sleep with you and dip out of your life and you were fooled by him. He is known for being a good liar... among other things.
There's a knock on the door. With blanket around you, you shuffle to it to answer it. The cold found it keen to follow your team home. It was snowing and frigid outside. Not exactly weather you wish to go out and recover in. Long gone are the summer days. Alas the days are now short and the seasonal depression is about to kick in for half the population here. Winter is so hard to deal with on one's lonesome. You are no exception to this. Is it dreamy to had thought you'd spend it with someone this year?
Perhaps not.
Standing in the freshly falling snow on your doorstep is Jiraiya. He beams a smile at you. He holds out his hand, which is holding a paper to go cup with a lid. A thin wisp of steam is rising from the hole in the lid, quite plainly telling that it's a hot drink.
"Your house is harder to find than I thought it would be!" He said with a laugh. His expression falls a little from mirth to a loving concern. "How you feeling?"
"Cold. You?"
"I'll live. Fire chakra, you know?"
You smile and take the drink from him. You step aside to invite him in. He accepts and wanders inside. He takes off his winter gear and leaves it in your entry way where it should be. Even with that polite consideration of where to put his stuff, he still shakes out his hair like a shaggy dog. Drops of water end up on your floor and wall from the melted snow he so graciously brought in with him.
"I heard you had a falling out with some friends." Jiraiya spoke again as you lead him to the couch.
"Yeah." You confirm.
"Sorry. I don't mean to cause drama."
So he does know the context. You plunk down on your couch and he follows suit. You offer him a smile, telling him not to dwell.
"It's okay. If they can't understand my choices, then I guess they weren't very good friends to begin with."
He nods, but doesn't comment further. He turns his eyes to your tv and asks what you're watching. You grab the remote and hit play. Your movie began to play again. You scoot closer to him and lean against him. He put his arm around you. He's warm. You sip at the drink he got you, surprised and delighted to find that he got you one of your favourites. It was one you mentioned in passing when talking to him in the cave.
The cave... You steal a glance at Jiraiya. His focus is on the tv. Eyes ahead and body relaxed at he enjoys the film. If not for him, you'd probably be dead. If he didn't follow you into the cave you would have succumbed to the cold and the despair. But he never gave up. Not on you. He had every right to. You got him into that mess and he fixed it. He never doubted himself for a moment where you had given up. You owe him.
"I... never thanked you for what you did." You speak up, eyes now on your drink. It was sweet of him to remember. "And I never apologized. So..."
You raise your gaze. Jiraiya is looking at you. Awaiting for your words quietly.
"Thank you for saving me... and I'm sorry you had to."
He simply smiles at you. He leans down to give you a kiss. A soft meaningful kiss that has your lips tingling in anticipation for more.
"You're welcome!" Jiraiya happily says. He leans a little closer, the tip of his nose poking yours. "Although there are other ways you can thank me!"
You scoff at him and smile. Of course he would imply that. You chug your drink and toss the cup aside. You push Jiraiya down by his shoulders and straddle his waist. He laughs as he sinks down comfortably onto your couch while holding your hips.
"Is this what you had in mind?" You ask.
"Among other similar things."
You grin at him. His hands slide under your shirt, gracing your cold skin with his warm fingers. They curl around the hem of your shirt and push it up. In response you pull open his shirt. With real light and no threat of death you can get a real look at at him. He's pretty. You drag your hands down his bare chest, now able to feel and admire his body for what it was. Which was gorgeous and fit enough to put most young men to shame.
You lean down atop of him like you had in that dingy cave. You brush his hair away from his face. Jiraiya raised his head to give you a kiss. By now he's figured out that you like to tease him. Denying him kisses and edging him on is what you did in that cave. It was fun, but he's going to take more control this time now that you have the strength to keep up.
"Can you handle another round of me?" Jiraiya asks with that smirk of his that can drive you mad.
"Can you handle me?" You retort.
"Heh... I hope so."
You hold his face and kiss him. He returns the gesture, cradling your face with a tenderness that melts your heart. Your night is spent doing what you had done with Jiraiya in that accursed cave. Only without the threat of death and a future of pleasure ahead. Even if this man does drive you crazy, you don't wish to be parted from him.