Originally posted on Valentine's 2021

For over a year now... Naruto hasn't got it. He looks at you, then slowly over to Jiraiya. His two teachers. Caretakers. Mentors. Weirdos. He just doesn't get it. You are much prettier than that old perv. He's not even all that nice to you. He looks at you and Jiraiya with a critical frown. Why are you so in love with him?

"Aw come now, Jiraiya isn't that bad." You say.

At hearing that, your husband beamed. He casted a sly look to his student. See? He's a good man.

"He wasn't always so mean to me."

His smile falls. Naruto snickers.

"When we first started going out, he was very sweet." You continue. "He brought me cards with poems he wrote in them. He sent me my favourite flowers all the time. Then again he that so often because we were already roommates."

"Hey! I got you flowers because I wanted to." Jiraiya defends himself.

"I know, dear. I'm only teasing."

You give him a quick kiss before continuing to tell Naruto all the ways your husband had charmed you. It's supposed to be in Jiraiya's defence... but the longer he listens to you, the more he noticed something.

"He used to do this."

"One time he did that."

"I remember how he used to..."

Jiraiya scowls as he listened to you. All he's hearing is how he once was a romantic. He doesn't do anything for you anymore. There's no more... surprise. There's only the same. You wake up everyday to the same cynical optimist that teases you with jokes that are at your expense and mocks some of the habits he loves you for. It's all in good fun. It's not like you get mad at him. You'll pull faces and scoff. You dish it back just as hard. But is that enough? Is that really all the love he has for you gets expressed anymore?

"I remember when he'd pull me aside every night, just for a moment, only to tell me that he loves me."

He sinks into the booth as his heart sinks to the floor with the weight of an anchor. A rising shame overtakes what assurance he had that he's a good partner. He hadn't done that in a long time. It's not like he doesn't love you. He loves you more than there are stars in the sky. You just... know that. You don't need to be told every night... right?

He stares at his cup of alcohol he longed stop sipping. The small warped reflection of himself in the clear liquid only drove home the point that he's not the same man you married. People change in thirty years. In those thirty years he did change.

He used to be sweet. He gave you cards expressing his feelings for you in effervescent words and brought you beautiful flowers simply because they reminded him of you. He was once a husband that told you everyday he loves you. He... doesn't do that now. He more often slaps your ass than kisses you. Your pet names have dissolved from cutesy darlings and babes to vulgar insults. He bids you goodnight by giggling maniacally at a really good joke making fun of you in some way. You usually reciprocate with a huff and roll of your eyes.

Jiraiya props his head in his hand and rests his elbow on the table. He's not all that hungry or thirsty anymore. He pokes at his meal with a frown. He feels awful. He's been nothing but an asshole to you for the last ten or so years.

You haven't left him or shown any desire to... but what if this difference finally does it? All the years he's stopped appreciating you because he took you for granted will have worn you down into falling out of love.

He should know by now that nothing is for granted.

His family wasn't. His friends aren't. His students weren't. Nor was his teacher... Why should he take you for granted? There are times you could have left him with how he treated you.

You were there for all of that. You stayed with him for all of that. The pain. The frustration. The times he lashed out because he was hurting and you had every right to walk away from him. But you didn't. No matter how many times he must have harmed you with insults that would have stung you deep, you stayed at his side until he let you back in. He did it when Orochimaru betrayed and left the village. He did it again with Minato and Kushina died. He was even a little snarky and bitter when Hiruzen kicked the bucket. You didn't let his harsh words tear you down. You just... loved him through it. All that pain was long forgiven... yet he can't help but think about it. All times he took things out on you because he didn't know how else to process it. All the times you faced it without taking how mean he was to heart.

He's lucky to have someone like you. Actually he's blessed. To have such an understanding person at his side is something that not a lot of people have. He lost sight of that because he had grown so comfortable with you around. But even you have your limits of how much of him you can take. There's been a few times Jiraiya pushed his jokes a little too far. You've snapped at him. He made you cry a few times. You tell him when enough is enough, but he doesn't listen that well.

What if he pushes you too far? Is there a day he'll become too jaded? A day where he's so confident that you understand him and his ways then take it to a level where you can't forgive him? A day you finally leave because he's such a big jerk who doesn't appreciate you?

Gentle fingers touch his thigh. Jiraiya tenses. He didn't expect that. It's not like you touching him is unusual. You always grasp or rub his leg rather than his hand when you sit beside him. It's a habit you've developed when he started writing. He likes having both hands free, but didn't like it when you weren't touching him while he worked... This compromise worked the best. It's better when you lean against him with your head against his shoulder and your hand caresses his leg for hours. You always supported him. Honestly could he can't recall a time you weren't beside him.

He looks up at you from his slumped position on the booth. A part of him his scared to meet your gaze for a moment. As if he'd be met with all his fears.

Your expression is worried. You smile but it's still a little saddened at his behaviour. You never liked it when he got quiet. It's because you know he's in a difficult headspace.

"Are you alright?"

He nods. You don't look so convinced. You know something is wrong but you don't say anything. He won't talk about it, not in front of the kid. Dinner was quiet. You kept squeezing his thigh and rubbing your thumb along it in a calm sweeping motion. It's a comfort thing. It puts him at ease... a little but his worries are still restless.

The walk back to the hotel was just as quiet. Apparently Jiraiya's thoughts are silencing his family. Both you and Naruto are worried about him. His perpetual thoughtful silence held a heavy presence. The rooms in this town were cheap. It meant Naruto could have his own room. He was excited to have a space to himself, as any growing boy would. He bid his weird mentoring caretakers a goodnight before running off to have a night of solitude.

Jiraiya booked a room as close as he could to Naruto's for safety reasons but it would be rare to see any enemies in this little corner of the world. It's just in case. It was a parental instinct to have his student so close. In a few ways it's nice being a parent again. Yours and his children have long left the nest and stepping into the role again was oddly refreshing.

He watches you as you change into pyjamas. He's already sitting on the bed, changed and awaiting you to join him. His hands are mindlessly picking apart some of the tangles in his hair. He's staring at you with this churn in his belly.

This feeling won't go away. This sense of failure. Jiraiya sighs to himself. Is he as terrible as he feels? Because he feels like he's been nothing but a huge jerk to you for the last fifteen years.

You turn around with the intention of joining him. You pause at seeing his troubled face. He's been down all night. You thought he was feeling sick. He only loses his appetite when he's ill. Then he tends to cheer up when tucked into bed when he's not feeling well. But he still looks like someone kicked a toad.

"What's wrong, babe?" You coo. You crawl towards him and plunk yourself down beside him, your arm rested around the back of his shoulders. You put a few kisses on his shoulder and cheek. Your other hand plays around, tucking his hair behind his ear to help coax him to talk about his problem. "You've been quiet all night."

There's really only one thing he can say to you.

"I love you... you know that right?"

"Aw! Is that what has you so quiet?" You ask. You adjust to strangle him in a tight hug. "I love you too! All that stuff I said to Naruto shouldn't bother you."

"It does bother me. Have I changed so much as your husband?" He looks at you seriously. "Do you think I'm... too mean?"

"No!" You insist. You grab his cheeks and hold his head still so he has to look at you. "I didn't mean anything by what I said. I'm sorry I said it at all! I love you just as much as I did when we got together. I don't need you to tell me that you love me everyday. I don't need cards or flowers."

"What do you need?"

"You. You and nothing else."

Jiraiya stares into your eyes for a few moments. Your words melt away his fears. Then he smiles. He relaxes. He runs his hands along your sides. You return his smile and run your fingers through his hair. You press your lips against his. It lasts for seconds that feel longer. You break it slowly, sucking his bottom lip for a moment before releasing it.

"Although..." You whisper. "I wouldn't mind having you spoil me."

"Really? And here I thought I was enough."

"Only on your best days, dear."

He snorts. You know how to mess with him. A few more indulgent kisses and then it was time for bed. You fall asleep quickly, cuddling up to your husband for his companionship and warmth. For Jiraiya... it takes some time. He feels better. You love him and it's never been in doubt. But...

He can afford to spoil you. You deserve something real nice for dealing with him. His mind sets to work a plan...

A gentle touch began to rouse you. It felt like a feather being dragged down your thigh. Your innermost thigh. The sensitive skin there being stimulated tickled. A giggle left you.

"What are you doing?" You ask, your voice still grumbly with sleep.

"..."

"Jiraiya?"

His silence perks you up to awake. Just what is he planning?

A puff of warm air washes over your skin. A rush of excitement follows. A shiver runs down your spine as you put together what he's doing. You stay in the position you are. On your back. Eyes closed and arms extended above you. Legs spread and free of any clothing. Between them is your husband. He's breathing heavily with excitement, each roll of his hot breath is coating your sex. It's exciting you.

"You're getting wet already." He murmurs. "Are you ready for me to start?"

"Uh huh!"

A quiet laugh follows your reply. Even without looking at him you know Jiraiya is smiling almost too devilishly. When you behave like this he takes a little too much joy in it.

A wanton cry croaks out of you as he laid his tongue against your pussy. That already feels amazing! He stayed in place for a moment, indulging in your breathy moans as you relish in his touch. It's amazing what one touch will do to you. He licks. Nice and slow from one end to the other. You're pretty tasty.

Your hips rise and fall with the motions of his slow pace. Each time the tip of his tongue just barely teases your clit it sends sparks through you. That extra bit of stimulation was sending you off. Your mouth hangs open. You can't afford to close it. You need to breathe. You need to moan. His nails dig into your thighs. He wants more.

"Oh... Oh god!..." You gasp.

You bite your lip when his tongue pushed inside of you. He slides it in and out at a slow pace. He curls it and rubs it along the roof of your insides. You whine and cry his name quietly as he pleasures you with his mouth. As he devours you in the best way, you run your hands down. You pull up your pyjamas to your neck and play with your chest. You squeeze and pinch in time to compliment your husband's eager laps. Any shifting you want to do is thwarted as he keeps you pinned by your thighs.

That feeling is slowly building. Jiraiya slides his tongue back out and takes a moment to breathe. His heart is pounding with excitement already. He looks beyond the tasty little hole he knows inside and out up to your face. Your expression is arousing enough but he wants more. He smiles before going back in, swirling his wet tongue around your stiff clit.

"Ah!" You cry out.

His top teeth lightly scrape over it before he latched his mouth around it, sucking on it and flicking with his tongue. You reach down and grab his head. Your hands meet the fluffy white locks you know so well and you grip fistfuls of it.

The iron grip he has on your legs released on your right side. Jiraiya gently ran his fingers up along the sensitive soft skin before finally reaching your sex. He prods at the folds, running his first and second fingers along them. It teases your eager body. Your body is practically begging him to touch you. He teases you with this perverted massage as he goes the whole length from one hole to the other. He doesn't press a finger into either. He's building up to that.

You open your eyes and look down at him. Your eyes connect with his. His gaze is intense with lust. The corner of his lips manage to turn into a grin. He takes a break from teasing your clit just as you're sure you can't take much more. He uses his fingers to pull back the folds of your pussy before going back in to lick.

"Jiraiya!" You exclaim his name in frustration. You relax your head with a heavy thump against the mattress. "Y-You're such a tease! I want more!"

To emphasize your point you free one of your hands from his mane and mirror the position his fingers are in. With your other hand you tug and pull him closer. The added pressure provided momentary relief to what you want.

"Fuck me! Finger me! Do something!" You beg.

His mischievous smile grew. He didn't verbally reply but did as you request. He pushed two fingers inside of you. The relief was good enough to lose it right then. Just a little more! He knows that. He continued to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue while his fingers pumped in and out of you.

"Faster! Harder!" You demand.

You cry out as he does just that, fucking you hard with his fingers. He even slid a third one in and was just as turned on as you are at the results it gave. He nibbled and sucked on your clit to his hearts content, knowing that it'll only make you climb higher. When your tunnel clenched around his fingers and that satisfying squish followed he knew he'd done it.

Your back is arching off the bed. Your legs are tense and trembling. Your head is thrown back as a stammering cry leaves you. Jiraiya hums something as he curled and burrowed his fingers deep inside of you to make sure you milk every second.

When you collapse with a gasp of air, he retracts. You lay there among the soft sheets and pillows trying to catch your breath. Soon kisses are being peppered along your skin. Your hip. Your belly. Slowly up your torso, even taking the time to peck each breast with a kiss before moving along to your neck.

You smile and hold Jiraiya's cheeks when he makes it to your face. His lips are still wet and the taste of them are familiar.

"That's one hell of a way to wake up." You say after the kiss broke. "Thanks, sexy, what's the occasion?"

"You said I don't spoil you enough." His reply was simple and to the point.

"Don't be on this again, honey. I'm perfectly happy with how we are."

"I am too. Trust me I want to do this." He pauses to kiss you again. "I love you and today of all days... I should be spoiling you."

"Today of all days?" You repeat in confusion.

"It's February fourteenth, babe."

"Oh!"

You giggle with him. After a few more kisses, he's relaxed enough. You push on his shoulders and roll him to his back so that you're straddling him. You pull off the rest of your clothing and grin.

"In that case I should spoil you too!"

"You don't have to. I was looking forward to doing you all day." He said as his hands rest on your hips. His eyes are looking you over with a desire. You are very pretty at this angle. Well you're pretty at any angle but this is very very nice. "I've been the jerk here. You deserve to be pleasured."

You roll your eyes at your silly but thoughtful partner. You undo the buttons on his pyjama shirt and feel up the warm skin underneath. Even after all these years he's still pretty. If anything age has done him a favour. The parts of him that are aged aren't unpleasant. Like his face. The finer lines from his iconic big smile and the tiniest of crows feet that are forming on the outermost corners of his eyes are sweet. It's a sign that he's spent more time in joy than in sorrow.

Watching his markings grow and whatnot was like a game. When you and him were younger you used to trace the short lines that tapered off at mid cheek and wonder how they would grow and change his face. He'd always get so flushed since it embarrassed him to hear you speculate how cute he'll be and how cute he was at the time. He whines when you poke what you dub his beauty mark on his nose, since he's convinced it's growing with age and he's self conscious about it. All in all he's still pretty darn cute. How can you not love this gorgeous dork? Especially with a body that would put most young men to envy and shame.

"It's Valentines Day." You say. You fix yourself to crouching, kissing his collarbone and neck. "A day for lovers not just for women."

"I thought you wanted to be spoiled."

"Seeing you hot and needy for me is just as good as you blowing me."

Jiraiya chuckles at your statement. You're so crass sometimes. A benefit of being with him supposedly. You hold him in a kiss before moving on. Your now damp lips are making their way down his body. Soft gentle kisses that almost tickle.

Down lower... and lower. He sighs as you kiss and drag your teeth along the sensitive skin around his waist. You suck on a ticklish spot under his bellybutton before scooting back to pull his pants off. He groans. He shifts his hips to help you as you pull his clothing off. After playing with you he could use some attention.

He's already halfway there. You flash a smile at him. You hum as you lay back down with your head just below crotch level. You rest your hand at the base. It's hot and eager for your attention. You peck the very tip, gaining a breathy moan from your beloved. You gently massage your thumb along the shaft.

"Oh babe... you know how to tease me too." Jiraiya sighs. His hand rests on your head. It's a gentle grip. His cheeks are flushed and his tone becomes more needy. "More... please..."

You grin before doing as he asks. You place your lips around the head and sink down. The gasp and moan that followed was clear about how good that feels. A shift happens where that last bit of growth of his cock happens and you accommodate the extra length.

With your free hand you stroke his thigh as you bob your head slowly. You run your tongue firmly along the length of his shaft with each motion of your head. You massage and play with his balls as you do. It doesn't take a lot to get him like this. He's moaning your name every other breath. His fingers twitch but don't dig into you hair. While there is times he's rough, this time is too meaningful for that kind of forcefulness.

You change the pace with your hand following your mouth, stroking him in addition to sucking him off. The different sensations to his body only add to his pleasure. He's a difficult man. He likes it when you switch it up. After years of practice, you know what to do.

Hearing Jiraiya gasp and moan at everything you do is arousing. Your nether regions are tingling with a need again. The object you are desiring is in your mouth rather than where you are really craving it to be. Alas if this is all your husband wants then that's all you'll do.

His hips buck unexpectedly and you gag at the sudden deeper intrusion. You retract to catch your breath.

"Sorry! I'm just really turned on!" He blurts in embarrassment. "Do you want to go all the way?"

"Yeah, I really do."

Jiraiya's flustered expression changed into his usual confidence. He smiles and grabs the base of his erect dick. He looks at you lewdly, almost like that of a character from his book. It's unrestrained and eager. Clearly he's been holding back and now all he wants is you in every way possible.

"Then get up here and ride me!"

You do as he says. When he's like this you can't help but fall under his perverted spell. You line yourself up. He braces with anticipation. He holds your hip as his other hands strokes. Soon the tip meets your entrance. You gasp as you take on each inch with the slow lowering of your hips. Your insides squeeze the wonderful intrusion.

"Fuck..." You trail off in half a thought. It's too good to think clearly.

"If this is how you are when we barely disagree on something, imagine how good the sex will be if we argued!"

"Bite your tongue, Jiraiya!"

Weak laughs rock you slightly. He holds your thighs and guided you into a smooth comfortable pace that can be built upon. You follow the motions gleefully. It provides some relief but it won't be long until you and him desire more.

"I'm just joking. I don't think there's much in this world we can argue about." He said.

"That's true. We get along far too well."

He smiles at your statement. He couldn't agree more. You began to move more. You rise and fall in a more dramatic sway. His cock slides in and out of you with ease. It feels absolutely amazing! He's always felt good but this is almost maddening! Jiraiya curses under his breath and his mouth hangs open as you ride him. He pants heavily with each movement you make.

Maybe some of his worry was channeled with some sexual frustration. With Naruto around all the time there was no opportunity to do anything. He's missed you more than he realized. If he can make love to you just as feverish and passionate as he could when first together, then he'll feel better about his anxieties he had about you. In the fog of arousal and want, his brain is coming to the conclusion that you'd be less likely to leave him if he shags you rotten. Even though he already knows that there's nothing in this world that could tear you away from him.

"Gah!" You yelp.

Suddenly your world gets flipped around. You're now on your back with him on top. He grabs your legs and hoists them up to his shoulders. Your calfs rest there comfortably. It squished you in a delightful way. Jiraiya smiles at you and has enough of room to go down to kiss you. One of his hands plants firmly by your head. He continues the pace you set.

His long hair tickles your skin as it drapes down around you. With your hands free you stroke and touch him. You massage his shoulders and run your fingers down his arms. Every time he leans down lower to kiss you your body is forced to fold. You curse quietly between the sloppy heated kisses.

"You feel so good!" He says breathlessly. He kisses you again before continuing. "I love you!"

"I love you too!"

Jiraiya groans your name before speeding up. It hits hard in places inside of you that's driving you crazy. Your body is coiling with a tension you know well. You squeak and dig your fingers into his biceps. Excited by that cue he fucks you harder.

"Jiraiya!" You cry out.

Your back raises again in an arch and you flex your legs, squeezing your husband in a vice as you cum. He slowed down and moved more shallow as to not overwhelm you during your peak. It feels damn good to be in the middle of it anyways.

You whine as you relax. There's a cramp in your leg. You can't move them but it hurts to keep it up on him. Jiraiya helps you into a more comfortable position with your legs by his while you recover.

You reach your hands up to touch his face. He smiles at you. He's still so flushed. He's relaxed now too. As relaxed as he can be while still rock hard inside of you.

Your grin grows more confident and almost sinister. Jiraiya furrows his brow at you. He yelps when you roll him over. You're on top again. He puffs his cheeks out at you in a childish pout. You so easily overpowered him. That annoyed expression melted as soon as you began to move again. You tease him with the control you regained by going nice and slow.

You run your fingers down his chest as you keep going. This little game of dominance is always fun. He's had his way folding you up like that. You lean back, stretching your back out as you ride him at your leisurely pace. His hands are gripping your waist. That grip tightens.

You resist his pushing on them, his silent plea for you to go faster. The frustration is clear on his face. Your man wants you hard and fast. You playing with him is turning him needy and wanton for you ride him like a stud. Instead you simply smile at him as you play with your hair and touch his chest as you roll your hips at that cozy pace.

"Okay, little girl you've had your fun." Jiraiya declared with a frown. "You can't keep teasing me like this."

"Then do something about it."

He laughs. It's his sinister evil laugh. He dug his fingers into your hips to keep you in place. You brace and pull against him, expecting him to roll you to the side like he did before. You gasp when he used his strength to lift you up. His cock slides out of you and it's a void you don't enjoy feeling. He threw you back. You expected to land on more bed.

"Whoa!" You cry out when you land awkwardly.

You're forced to bend backwards as gravity took over. You are over the foot of the bed. Your body at a fine balance of on and off. One wrong move and you'll hit the floor headfirst. Jiraiya wraps his arms around your thighs and enters you again, returning to the frantic pace he set before.

"How's it hanging, honey?" Jiraiya asks gleefully.

"You bastard!" You yell at him.

"Love you too!"

Cheeky bastard. You put your hands above you to help brace you away from the ground. If Jiraiya wasn't anchoring you with his tight grip you would be sporting a goose egg by now. The angle is pretty good. He's hitting that spot inside of you that sends intense waves of pleasure. His lips press against your belly. He kisses up your body, his tongue and teeth joining in occasionally as he does.

Your breath hitches. Again? So quickly? While you can't see him you can tell Jiraiya is feeling the same. His breathing is louder and more erratic. The scent of sweat and sex is acute and heavy in the air. His steady pace breaks up as he loses his composure.

You gasp and go rigid. Jiraiya yells out your name again. He finishes inside of you, the build up and release was absolutely glorious. You last only a moment longer, achieving the same exploding high.

It grows quiet. Just the sound of panting fills the room. More kisses are placed on your stomach. Then you are dragged back. You slide along the sheets as Jiraiya pulls you back to a comfortable position. You are soon face to face with him. You lay with him, holding and kissing him.

"That was pretty darn good." He drawled.

You laugh. You brush his somewhat ruffled hair with your fingers. He grins at you. You move down a hand to gently stroke his chest. He holds you close, rubbing your back and ass gently.

"Am I forgiven?" He asks.

"There's nothing to forgive you for."

He hums before pulling you flush against his body. That sticky wetness between your legs trailing onto him only serves to turn him on. He kisses you again. He runs his hands on your rump and your innermost thighs. He guides your leg to rest along his hip as he kisses you.

You break the kiss slowly and look over your shoulder. The time on the clock surprises you. You and Jiraiya have been at it for a surprising and rather impressive amount of time.

"Hmm... we should get ready. Naruto will be wondering where we are." You say.

You began to get up. Jiraiya let's out a whine and holds onto you tighter. You mock his whine and get off of him. Which only lasted a moment as he caught your wrist and yanked you back against him. You squeak as your back collides with his front. He holds you hostage against him.

"No baby! Stay with me!" Jiraiya begs. "That little punk can handle a day by himself!"

"Jiraiya! Let go of me!"

"Never!"

You dissolve into giggles and relax. He pecks your neck and cheek in kisses. He rolls over so that you're squished underneath him. His pelvis rubs against his ass. He's whining and begging you for more affection.

"Come on, babe! It's Valentines Day!"

You exasperation a loud sigh. Perv. He's your perv... you're lucky to have him. His hand slides down and he lays kisses all over your neck. You moan as he began to touch you again.

"I want more of you." He whispers against your ear.

"Oh Jiraiya..." You sigh. "More sounds good."

"I'd knew you'd see it my way."

His lips move down to kiss your shoulder. His fingers stroke and play with you. That feels mighty fine. You wiggle your pelvis so that your ass is grinding against his crotch. He groans and pushes back.

There's a crash. A bang. A clatter from outside the room. The door is violently ripped open.

"Get up you guys it's already ten!" Naruto loudly announced as he barged in.

His angry gaze lands on you and Jiraiya. It fades slowly into embarrassment. His face turns red. His face looks hot enough to fry an egg on. You look away when your eyes connect with his, too embarrassed to really explain yourself or say anything to make this awkward situation better. The poor teen backs away slowly and shuts the door after his exit.

Oops. His embarrassment and agony to what he just witnessed was almost palatable through the door. An exasperated cry of despair echoed through the hall as he retreated back to his room.

"Whoops. I thought I locked that last night." Jiraiya said.

"That poor boy is going to be scarred for life by the time we bring him back home." You mutter.

"Meh. So he saw my ass and your tits, there are worst things he could have walked in on. At least we already went a few rounds."

"Ya keeping count?"

"Maybe." He paused and kissed your shoulder one last time before getting off of you. "Come on, how about a shower before facing the music?"

"Sounds like a good idea. Smelling like sex around him will only scar him more."

"Relax would ya? He's a big boy he can handle it." Jiraiya waves off your concern as he struts to the bathroom. "You coming, bitch tits?"

You roll your eyes at his not so sweet nickname. He's called you worse. Not that you mind. His strange display of affection is something you've accepted. You scoot off the bed and follow him. He pulled you into the much too small shower and is all over you. There's more than one way to have a shower.

Naruto was rather quiet. He walked beside you and Jiraiya in complete silence. Whenever his gaze glanced over to you he'd turn red and avert his eyes. You've been trying to flash him a smile but he looks away so quickly he can't properly register it. Poor boy. Hopefully he gets over it soon.

Jiraiya was fairly unbothered. He's been completely relaxed and at ease ever since getting out of the shower. He spent a good amount of time trying to take off your clothes as you tried to dress. He pouted at you whenever pushed him off. You had to spend extra time making sure he stayed dressed. He's always like this after getting some. He liked to joke around and touch you almost a little too explicitly in public.

He's still being pretty flirty with you. He's holding your hand while walking through the little town. Every now and then he'll pull you against him and kiss you. To which you receive happily. He's always a treat but he's extra sweet when he's like this. Then just as you think that, he'll pinch your ass. At the end of the day he's still a perv. Which is fine... you get back at him. It's even more enjoyable because he jumps about a foot in the air when you get right in there and pinch his cute bum.

Your eyes catch something in a display window of a shop. It's a kimono. It's quite pretty. Black with red lily flowers that travel from the bottom right up to the top left, becoming more scarce the higher it travels. A few of the flowers are white by the shoulder of the robe.

Jiraiya broke away from you towards the shop. You watch in confusion. What the hell is he doing? It's when he walked through the door he practically shouted that he's going to take the display piece did you understand his intentions. You roll your eyes and follow him.

"Get back here! I don't need the stinking kimono!" You shout at him.

"If you don't want cards or flowers, then I'll get you a dress!"

"I don't want the dress!"

"You were admiring it!"

"That doesn't mean I want it!"

"Be quiet and let me get you a gift!"

You get flustered with him. He upturned his lips into a tiny frown. Stubborn woman. You place your hands on your hips and return his frown. You never liked accepting gifts. You always got so strange about. Your excuses were always that he should spend his money on important things like road food or water. But you're important too. He hadn't gotten you something in years. He just... wants to.

"Let me treat you to something nice for once, okay?"

"I told you already... I don't need stuff. I only need you."

"This isn't exactly a need, now is it? It's just a pretty dress I want to see my wife in."

You sigh. Jiraiya somehow balances infuriating and sweet perfectly. You interlock your fingers behind his neck and hold him like that.

"That means I have to get you something." You say.

"Well," he said as he pulls you flush against him. "Seeing you take it off slowly tonight for my viewing pleasure will be good enough."

You raise a brow. That smells a little suspicious. He's planning something. You give in and he buys you the kimono. You put it on right away which pleases him. You get red in the face and he compliments you on how lovely you look. When he talks like that you feel like a young woman again being courted by this big goof. Even more so when he holds you tightly and covers you in kisses. You giggle as he smothers you in affection. You hold onto him and try to return as much of the kisses he gives you.

Again Naruto looks like he wants to die. He can't look at you or Jiraiya without getting embarrassed. Weirdos. His caretakers are so strange. They fight one minute and kiss the next. He just doesn't understand it. The oddness of their relationship is so weird to witness. Yet it's also so sweet and gushy he wants to gag.

Aw well. He may not get it but one thing is clear.

You and Jiraiya are very much in love. Nothing will ever change that.