To those who don't know you, it's hard to tell. Neither you or Jiraiya are very affectionate in public. You've been married to him for years. It's been pretty amazing overall. Of course every couple has the occasional spat, but any you've had with him has been long forgiven and forgotten. You and him know one another so well that it never happens anymore. He knew how you thought and you know how he thinks. And while you love him deeply and he feels the same, all that in that is very hard to get just from a first glance. It's not unusual for people to think that you and Jiraiya are just friends or partners on a mission.

You walk next your husband of many years casually. Usually you and him will hold hands or link arms. Not today. It's been long and hot. You don't want to be too close to anyone, not even the man you love. The way he's slightly slumped and flushed from the heat lets you know that he's on the same page.

A bar came into view. At the same time you and Jiraiya look at each other.

"A drink, my lovely lady?" Jiraiya asked you. He's grinning and hold out his hand for you to take.

"How can I refuse?" You accept. You can stand holding his sweaty hand for a few moments.

He led the way while holding your hand in proper escort position. He has his hand raised enough to spin you under his arm before leading the way. He let you go through the door first. A sigh of relief instantly came to you from the beautiful artificial cold of air conditioning. A moment later he did as well. The late summer days in the southernmost part of the Land of Tea is incredibly hot. The ocean is just a few steps away. The bar is practically on the dock of this little town. It's got some outdoor seating that shows off the gorgeous scenery. Especially during sunset as it is now. It would have been nice to sit outside to listen to the waves and smell the sea if it wasn't 'wish I was naked' hot.

The only seats open were the bar seats. Jiraiya looks at you in wonder. You give an indifferent shrug. Bar seats are fine. He agreed with a nod. There was a pair of seats next to each other anyways. That was good enough. You plop down onto the seat. It's been a long day of traveling.

As you put your hair down and run your fingers through it, Jiraiya ordered some drinks. He had sat down next to you. His eyes watch you intently as you play with your hair. He likes watching you do that. Your skin is glistening. A pretty glow to your complexion as you tilt your head to the side and show off your neck while your fingers push your hair back. He'd love to move in and press his lips against your exposed skin. He'd love to kiss your whole chest and neck. It's been a few days since he's had the proper opportunity to give you some love. But there's people around and he didn't want to embarrass you. It's already dusk. Maybe after getting some drinks he'll find a quite place on the beach to make out with you. Maybe peel your sweaty clothing off and have a dip in the water. Maybe join you in the water and give you a proper good time. That'd be nice. A good way to end this grossly hot day. Tipsy and horny with his pretty wife to touch is always a good way to wrap up a long day.

The most he'll do for now is grab your knee under the bar and rub his thumb back and forth in a subtle caress. If he's feeling it, his hand will travel up to your thigh. He is. He craves to be near you. Touch you.

You sigh as his hand rubs your thigh. It feels nice. You've missed his touch. The heat of the day and the awkward locations of the last few days has made it impossible to have sex. These simple little touches are so welcome. You don't really mind this more intimate affection in public. It's not really that noticeable since no one is at that eye level. You drink in relative silence with him. Just enjoying one another's company was enough.

"Gotta pee." Jiraiya announced with a tap of his cup on the counter.

"Don't fall in." You reply.

"I make no promises."

You roll your eyes as he gets up and leaves to go do his business. His steps make soft clicks as he walks away. You stay where you are. Minding your own business as you sip at your drink. The bar is busy and no one seems to really want to bother you. Which is fine. It's normal actually. As strangers, you and your husband don't get warmly received into communities often. It's nice to kinda just have one man to have your attention on anyways. You notice that Jiraiya's cup is empty and you are almost done yours. You order another round for you and him.

Someone sits down in his seat. It was out of the corner of your eye, so immediately you believe it's your other half. That was quick. Jiraiya must have been holding it for a while if he popped a leak that quickly. You look over with a smile. Then it drops.

That ain't your man.

It's a young man. With a tan complexion and brunette short hair. His eyes are a striking leafy green that pop out from his darker skin tone. His face is a classic heart shape including prominent high cheekbones and pointed chin. He's build similar to your husband. Probably works on the fishing boats to have him build such a frame. His simple well worn clothing supports this. It's got salt stains on the hems of his sleeves and pants. He smells like the sea too. He's handsome... he's just far too late and far too young to be asking you out.

"Hey baby." He greeted you gleefully.

"Hi. This seat is taken." You inform with less enthusiasm.

"That guy won't miss it." He dismisses your polite request for him to leave and changed the subject. "I've never seen you around here before."

"Just passing through." You answer the question he didn't really ask.

"Is that so? Are you a shinobi? Or just a traveler?"

"Shinobi."

The man grinned widely at that information.

"My name is Ari. Mind telling me yours, pretty ninja lady?" He was laying it on thick.

Hm... You look this Ari over. Is he pretending? It's pretty ballsy to attack a ninja while so close to their native territory. He could be an enemy ninja. It's not totally uncommon. But he keeps looking your body over with an obvious interest. His intentions didn't feel that hostile. Then again you've come across some good actors during your career.

But if he hears your name then maybe he'll leave you alone. You have a reputation for a reason. Jiraiya does as well. You and him are two parts that make a perfect sage. The one time someone did succeed in hurting you, it awakened a demon within your husband you've never seen before. He brutally murdered your attackers before anyone could register what had happened. It was the only time you've seen him lay down the warpath. Ever since enemies have been more hesitant to go for you to hurt your husband.

You aren't that careless anymore. That was a long time ago but still. That was the first and only time you were harmed to a degree to cause bloodlust in your other half. It wasn't fun seeing him lose his temper and composure over you. It was more out of mercy for your enemies that you trained harder.

Being around Jiraiya all the time had made you cautious of every person you come across. You don't allow anyone to take advantage of you. You offer your real name to Ari. If he realizes who you are and he's an unfriendly, he'll know you aren't alone. If he's just some horny local, then you'll just hint to the fact you are married.

"You have a beautiful name." He compliments you. He ogles you again, admiring every square inch of you. "It suits you well."

Okay. Horny idiot.

"Thank you." You remain polite but curt.

You tuck some hair behind your ear, purposely putting your hand in his view. You have a wedding band on. While it's not very flashy in gems, it's still shiny and noticeable. You sigh as your admirer didn't notice. He continued to bug you. Your patience is growing thin. You look around the bar, wondering how long it takes to pee.

Jiraiya finishes washing his hands. He took the time to splash his face and the back of his neck. It cooled him off quicker. He sighed in relief as the cold water washed off the heat and sweat. If the sink was big enough, he would probably dunk his whole head under the tap. He loves his hair but the heat it traps is a bit of a problem during the summer. Perhaps he should let you style it tomorrow. A braid or bun to help vent some of the heat. You are the only person he'll allow to play with his hair. While he doesn't have the talent to braid, you do and have made his hair up in the past. It'd be nice to have you do it again. It's been a while since you did that. He's come to a point where he's considering chopping it to his ears for some relief. Which you probably wouldn't like. He'd probably regret it immediately anyways... He just wants you to touch him. Play with his hair and purr his name with the same affection that gets him hot no matter how much he's exposed to it.

He perished the thought and dried off. He's gotta keep his cool. He left the bathroom and looked forward to being next to you again. He stops a few feet away, frowning at the man in his stool. You look annoyed right beside him. Tapping your finger on the counter as this youngster tried to whoo you. Your expression had fallen into a neutral glare. It seems the man didn't notice or care.

Jiraiya approaches quietly. He's watching this man. Stalking him. Targeting him. Gauging how this situation is going down. As he gets closer, he starts to pick up on the conversation.

"I know it's rude to ask a lady her age but I'm finding it hard to determine yours, gorgeous." He inquired sweetly.

"I'm forty seven." You reply curtly.

"Really? I would have pegged you for early thirties. You look beautiful for your age."

"Thanks."

"It has me thinking, baby. Young men and older women couples are rare. We could be quite the gem together."

A bigger frown sours Jiraiya's face. He began to make his way closer to you. You don't notice him. He hangs back a few steps away, awaiting an opportunity to strike. Which should be soon. You look about ready to strike this guy yourself.

"I don't think my husband would like that." You finally drop the bomb. You don't feel like being subtle anymore. Why save this dumb boy his pride? Perhaps he'll leave you alone once you make it much more clear that your bar mate is not just a date.

"Husband? I didn't think you saw such a future for us, baby!"

You inhale sharply, with a clear anger. Nothing is getting through to this Ari. Where did he get such toxic dating tactics? Not even your husband's cheesy novels go this hard. A less confident woman would be afraid or intimidated by his constant persuasion. How far will he go before taking your no as an acceptable answer? He ought to be knocked down a peg. You're considering just clocking this man in the face. Especially when he put his hand on your thigh, gripping it too hard to be comfortable. That is reserved for only one man in your life to touch.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Ari growls at you. "I do like a good chase but I think I at least deserve a little something for trying, don't I?"

A shudder runs through your spine at his sudden aggression. Even if you can handle yourself, his next target may not be so lucky. This is far from proper conduct. His lack of respect of your rejection is infuriating. The fact that he believes that he's owed something for his attempts is sickening. He leans towards you with the intention of kissing you. You lean back with your lips pulled taut and hand clenched in preparation to strike.

You open your mouth ready to tell him off as a warning before slapping him but you didn't get the opportunity to. The back of your head is gripped and turned away. A pair of lips aggressively take yours. You know instantly who it is. The much more familiar and welcomed attention from your husband is being paid to you. His hand pushes away the hand of the too insistent boy hitting on you and he grips your thigh much more gently. It was as if he was saying that was his spot. The kiss broke with a bite to your lower lip.

In your sights is exactly who you expected to be. Jiraiya smirks at you. He must have witnessed some of the one sided flirting. He was always very territorial and protective over you. As if the brutal murders of the last people who tried to harm you wasn't evidence enough. He pressed another kiss on you. It was much more gentler this time. The first kiss was still putting you through a spin. It's left you breathless. It's a reminder of exactly why you married him.

"Hey honey." You greet him with a warm smile. "Good pee?"

"Good enough. I see you made a friend." Jiraiya said before looking over to your companion. His smile was amused, but it's a veil to hide his anger.

"Yes. Ari is his name."

Your husband repeated the name in a curious animosity. His protective streak is being channeled into a cold jealousy. He really didn't like other men hitting on you. It's happened before due to the lack of public affection you show towards him. He's always reacted in some kind of intense way. He's never started a bar fight, but he's come close. Last time this happened, Jiraiya plucked the man hitting on you out of his seat by the scruff and dropped the poor fellow to the floor like a misbehaving pet caught on the furniture. His snappy remarks to your would be admirer had gotten heated enough to get kicked out.

"Tell me, Airy. Are you blind or just plain stupid?" Jiraiya asks.

Ari sputtered. He's flustered. He didn't know what to react to first. The question or the blatant mispronouncing of his name. He's looking at you and Jiraiya in befuddlement. It's clear this is the first time he's been challenged like this.

"I uh-! She didn't say she was married!" Ari managed to squeak.

"Yeah I think she did. Even if she didn't, you should have left when she said she wasn't interested." Jiraiya was very critical of the other man's behaviour. "Trust me, you won't get a lot of tail being so pushy."

Ari took great offence to that. He stood up, snarling. His body language was hostile. He wanted to fight. In turn Jiraiya straightened out his posture. His hunched lovey dovey caress against you abandoned as the other man was itching to pick a fight. He moved to stand in front of you, protecting you.

You roll your eyes. Men. They might as well whip them out and compare. It's not fun having boys fight over you. Some women like the attention, but you ain't one. This is just silly. Ari pushed Jiraiya, which hardly made him stagger.

You look up at your husband, who is radiating anger. This might finally be the day he gets into a lowly bar fight with a local. You grab your wallet and pay the tab you owe the bar. You stand and clasp your hand on Jiraiya's shoulder.

"Give it a rest, honey. Let's just go." You say.

He looks at you, cheeks puffed up in a pout. His cheeks are red too. It's giving away quite plainly that he's worked up and annoyed. His eyes are locked with yours for a moment. He's heavily considering going through with it.

Eventually he sighs, letting out that negativity.

"You're right. We should just go."

You smile at him. Jiraiya unfolds his arms from his chest and takes your awaiting hand. As quick to anger he can when it comes to those who hurt you, he always is quick to comfort as well. There's no reason to start unnecessary fighting. He holds your hand more firmly and gave it a quick kiss before turning to head to the door.

"You two ought to watch your backs." Ari threatened. "You two have no idea who you just messed with."

"I think we can handle it, Airy." Jiraiya retorted.

You tug on his arm to keep him going. You tear him away back to the outside. It's colder out now. The night air is much more welcoming. It's still warm and humid, but not the uncomfortable swelter it was before.

"Sorry." Jiraiya said after a moment of basking in the fresh air. "I just... don't like seeing you in any kind of harm."

"It's okay, my love. I know."

Jiraiya was always a protective person. He always wanted to look out for you. Even after you trained to be on his level. The time you got abducted really scared him. While he likes to say he's okay now, it's clear he's not. Not completely anyways. He knows you can take care of yourself... he just wants to protect you anyways. Even if he does come off as a little crazy.

He grabs you and pulls you against him. He pulled you into another kiss. This isn't really like him. Even when he's worked up he doesn't usually kiss you like this. Ari must have really irked him. His hand moved down and groped your ass. He pulled you along with his grope, making your pelvis grind against his. His tongue slid along your teeth. You part them to grant him entry.

It doesn't take long for Jiraiya to express his desire for more. While he likes the pretty kimonos you wear, it makes it difficult to take hold of your bare skin. He's caressing your sides. His hands will round about to your front to fiddle with your sash until it's loose enough for him to pull on the hems of your dress open to get at more. He does so and broke the kiss to your lips to devour your neck and chest.

"N-Not here!" You gasp.

While it seems most of the community is inside the bar or their own homes, you are slightly self conscious. Having your tits out in such an open area while your husband gets dangerously close to undressing you on a street is hardly how you to present yourself in public.

"Then where? I want you so badly right now." His voice his husky and quiet.

You pull him by his shirt back up to his normal level. He's smiling at you. That hazy pervy smile you know a little too well. He's ready to pounce the moment you say go. You look around. Any cover will do at the moment. It's hard to concentrate as your horny partner moves back in to make out with your neck. He's trying to hasten your decision.

You hold onto his head, scratching at his scalp as his lips and tongue cover every inch of your skin he could get at. There's not really a place to go. There's a beach. Beyond that is a dock hosting a harbour of fishing boats and the occasional pleasure cruiser. Beyond that was a vast endless looking water. It's reflecting the stars. It's deceptively calm looking. Your body is tingling with a need.

An idea hits you.

You step away and go without saying anything. Jiraiya whined and followed you without question. He's practically salivating with the same need you're feeling. You take the step down from the solid ground to the sand. You turn to look at him and smile. He hops down to be beside you. He reached for you again, happy with just this small difference in ground level for cover. You shake your head. You grab his hands and lead him further.

"Are you going to drown me?" He sarcastically asks.

"Don't be like that. Just trust me."

"I do trust you, but I feel like you're egging me on."

You mock his complaint by sticking your lip out in a dramatic pout. He purses his lips and narrows his eyes in response. You could spend a long time making faces at him. It's fun since he's just as much as a child as you are.

Jiraiya glances up to the structure behind you. The one you're pulling him towards. Oh. Okay. There's been worse places you and him have gotten to it. He ducks under the posts of the docks, having to resort to crawling to fit. The sand is dense and wet under his hands. The last push of the waves are just barely washing over his knees. It's cold but still refreshing in this weather. It smells like wet wood and seaweed.

He smiles at the sight of you. In the dark space under the dock. With the water and lonely but intimate atmosphere, you look quite nice in it. Almost like a siren. That makes him the foolish sailor following you to the perfect spot for you to take his life. But he knows you love him too much for that.

"Now this is probably the strangest location we've found." He said.

"Really? I disagree." You reply.

You put your arms around him and got back to kissing. Within moments his hands are pulling on your sash. Your clothing fell open. He pulls it down your shoulders until gravity took over. You began to do the same. You undo the knot holding his kosode closed. With both layers pinched together in your hands you peel them off of his body.

"What's... weirder... than this?" Jiraiya asks between the heated more sloppy kisses you and him are doing.

You hum a single thoughtful note. You arch your back forward as he undoes the clip to your bra. You let him go so he can slide it off. He did so swiftly before groping them. He squeezed and pinched. You move your hand down his chest and abdomen.

"A few come to mind." You say.

"Like?" He murmured.

You push on his shoulders, forcing him to lay down into the wet sand. You kneel over top of him, kissing that dip in his clavicle. He groans as you nip and suck along that area. You run your hand down his belly again.

"Like the playground in Konoha. Or that treehouse." You list between kisses to his heated skin. You smile as you lower your hand even further. He moans and raises his hips into your touch as you caress his bulge. He's already pretty stiff. "What about managing to get off while inside of a toad's stomach?"

He laughs weakly. His hands run through your hair as he smirks. Yeah he remembers that. You and him had just finished a hard battle. One that both you and him had just managed to escape by a fraction. Thinking quickly, you summoned a toad to make a safe escape from the rather dire situation. The flood of emotions that followed in that summon's belly led to what was a very memorable experience. Whether or not the toad knew what its masters where doing in it... is a mystery. They didn't say. They probably didn't want to.

"All of those times were good, weren't they?" Jiraiya asks.

"Very good. I'm not complaining or anything."

You pull his pants down. He sighs as the pressure is relived and the cold air calmed him down. Your hand returns to his stiffening member. You fondle and play, gaining the elicit reactions you want from him.

"I enjoyed each and every time. Especially with the man I was doing it with." You purr.

"I would hope so!"

You and him chuckle. You give him a kiss. He's nice and hard now. With a thin trail of ejaculate wetting and trailing down his shaft. Stroking and ever so gently squeezing the head only got more of those pearly beads to form. You slow the consistent stroke of your hand to be much more relaxed. It would do no good to get him too excited.

"You're ready. Aren't you, baby?" You spoke again very quietly.

"Yes!"

Jiraiya grabs your head and forces you to give him another kiss. You give in quickly. He holds you in place against his lips. One of his hands moves down your body. He didn't want you to feel left out. You moan into his mouth as he touches you. His fingers rub you through your panties. The fabric of which was already wet to the touch.

At feeling how excited you are, Jiraiya didn't waste anymore time. He's too eager now. A smidge of that jealous anger of a man hitting on you prodded at him. You're his. Only his! He hooked his thumb around the crotch of your panties and pulled it to the side. He yanked you down, forcing you to take it all in one go.

"Jiraiya!" You say his name in a scolding tone.

It's hard to believe that you really meant that. Even you knew that it wasn't that convincing. Dear god he's big. It's good. Even after so many years together he's still phenomenal to fuck. You were flooded with a mind numbing amount of positive stimulation. Your body is shaking. Your heart pounding. You look down at your other half, who is grinning in satisfaction. He can be so impatient sometimes. His hands rest on your hips. He rubs his fingers in circles along your hips. Then slowly spread his fingers out to get a better grip. He wants more.

Jiraiya tugged on your hips, trying to get you to move. He mutters your name in a desperate tone. You wiggle forwards and backwards, grinding against him just enough to tease him. That's what he gets for being so impatient. His face is twisted with a desperate need. You caress and stroke your hands down his chest. You move your hips a tad more while holding his gaze.

"You're such a tease sometimes." He sighs.

"And you love it."

He smirks and lets out a weak chuckle. He does. You take control a lot and it is hot. He moans your name before relaxing his neck. It's time to lay back a little and let you fuck him how you want.

You move your hips more and more. It's not long until you're riding him with enough force to have echoing slapping sounds resound around under the dock. He rubs and grips your hips, but never fully leads the pace. He's watching you with parted lips curled into a smile. He's panting hard with each breath. You look wonder to him at this angle. You jiggle in all the right ways as you slam down on his cock.

A groan emanates from your throat. The face you make is familiar. His breath hitches and he bites his lips as the sensation that follows is is mind numbingly good. There's a rush and a gush. The hottest thing ever is seeing and feeling you cum. If it could sustain him he'd never eat.

You sink down and bite back whines. You missed this feeling. It's been too long! You open your nearly shut eyes and look down at your husband. By his lewd face you know he enjoyed that too. You run your fingers down his chest and abdomen. Each ridge of his muscles are firm and defined. He looks so good like this.

"Ghn!" Jiraiya growls.

You start again. His hips move and legs adjust. You ride him again at the same pace. Each nerve of your body feels alive. All you want is him until you can't take it! He whines your name and pleaded for more. Before he was mostly still and letting you lead but now his hips keep rising to meet you. His hands grabbed your hips more firmly and he pushed on them.

You gasp as he sits up. That impatient streak struck again. The change of the angle and the movement ruined the pace.

"Jiraiya!" You gasp.

The front of your body presses against his. He replies with a sloppy kiss. His fingers dig into your ass. He massaged them before giving you a spank. Grains of stains stuck to your body and his hands left a scratchy sensation as he touched you. Your eyes lock with his. The look in them drives you mad. Amusement and lust. His head moves towards you in a mock bite on your lips. It was light and barely caught them.

"I love you." He spoke in a voice that sends a shiver down your spine.

"I love you too."

There's an involuntary squeeze as your body gets impatient with the lack of movement. You want stimulation and you want it now. It's greedy but you don't really care. You grip his shoulders and lean in to kiss him.

When your lips connect with his they stay connected. Or they try to. Between moving your hips and needing to breathe it wasn't constant. Now he is lifting you and pushing you down to a rhythm he sets. It's fast and requires a lot of swivel. But the results are divine.

Your gasps change to staccato cries. With each breath you are making louder and lewder noises. The world tips. Your back hits the sand as Jiraiya had decided it was time for him to finish this.

He holds your legs together and raises them over his shoulder. With your butt slightly in the air you rock with more sway with each thrust of his hips. Your fingers claw at the sand until they find a post of the dock. You grip it as if it were a headboard. It's the only anchor you can get ahold of right now. You push slightly against the thrusts, ensuring you don't slide away too much.

"Your face is cute scrunched up like that." He compliments.

"Uhk!" You scoff and moan at the same time. "Stop being so cheeky!"

"I'm always cheeky. It's part of my appeal."

You snort. He laughs before leaning down. It forces some of the air out of you as you get folded. He adjusts you so each leg is resting on the corresponding shoulder. He kisses you then moves on to kiss your neck. Then down to suck on your breast. His teeth scrape and nip your nipple. At this point he's making it hard to think. He's pounding you so hard your back hurts. But it feels so good all you want is more.

You clutch onto the post and your mouth hangs open. He nips your chest across from one breast to the other. Then up to your neck again, covering most of the area in marks.

"Are you ready for it, babe?" He groans against your ear.

"Yes!"

Jiraiya smiles before adjusting you one final time. He pushes your legs off his shoulders and you wrap them around his waist. Without that obstacle he can lay right against you. You let go of the post and hold onto him. Your fingers brush against his cheeks and move into his hair. The cold air around you gets cut as his hot body envelopes you. You are squished in a different way as he makes out with you for the finish.

You reach a climax more intense than the previous. Your breath holds and body tenses like a coil turned too much. Above you your husband is no better. His hips are grinding against you as he relishes in every second of pleasure.

Together you and him collapse. He's panting heavily. He's hot. He's a puddle. You hardly have the strength but you play with his hair and stroke his flushed skin.

"I don't wanna move." He murmured.

"I don't want to spend our night under a dock."

"Why not? It counts as shelter."

"And when the tide comes in?"

"Water blanket!"

You grunt and push him off of you. He giggles then whines. He paws at you as you crawl away to the pile of clothing. You jump when his hand gropes your now sensitive and sore crotch. You throw his clothes at him. He coughs on the bit of sand that flies into his mouth off his clothes.

You dress yourself, shaking out as much sand as you can. You keep adjusting your underwear. After that they aren't quite the same.

"You owe me a new pair of panties." You mutter as you find holes in the lace.

They were fine until he decided he had to fuck you before peeling them off. He clawed the hips apart to the point only the elastic on your waist and thighs are keeping it in place. Everything else in between is in rough shape.

"Ooo~! Gonchy shopping! My favourite." Jiraiya purred. His arms wrap around you from behind and his lips caress the back of your ear. "Maybe I can get you something intended to be ruined. Or eaten."

A giggle breaks free from you is he snaps at your ear. Dirty perv. You turn your head towards him and give him a kiss. He holds you in it while stroking your sides.

You break away from him and he groans with complaint.

"I'll wait for you outside." You say.

"Tease." He complains.

He pouts as you crawl away to the outside. He grabs his shirt and shakes it out. The only bad thing about beach sex is the graininess. Even thinking about what is in his hair right now is disheartening. It's itchy. You owe him a hair play session. You owe him a nice long two hour session of combing and playing with it until each grain of sand is out of his head. This place was your suggestion after all.

You scratch at your scalp and shake out your ends. You got sand in some uncomfortable places. But it's lovely out. It's cool and breezy. The ocean reflecting the moon is lovely. The slosh and flow of the water is great too. It has a calming effect. Maybe you can get your dear other half to enjoy a nice walk along the shore. After having sex like that he needs time to cool off.

"Well well well. Look who is out here alone."

You turn away from the water towards the boardwalk. You sigh. If it ain't Ari. And his cohorts. There's a group of men dressed like him. Either they are going to break into song and dance or they plan on doing something even stupider than that. Your admirer approaches you.

"Have you changed your mind yet? Trust me, baby, you'll be much happier as my wife." He said as he reached towards you.

"That's sweet of you, Airy. But I'm happy with the husband I already have."

"It's Ari!"

His hand flew up to strike you across the face.

But the strike never hits. Nor do you move. Jiraiya is clutching Ari's wrist. He was crawling out of from under the dock when he saw what was happening. He flew to his feet and zipped to your side. No one strikes you. Not if they want to live.

"You aren't alone. Smart man you got here." Ari commented. He wrenched his arm free and motioned for his posse to move in. "Or very foolish. When I want a woman I get her."

"Is that so? Then we're going to have a problem." Jiraiya said. He grabbed your hip and pulled you closer to him.

"Relax, honey." You coo. "Nothing bad is going to happen to me."

"I know that."

He's getting worked up. He has a firm grip on you. He's staring down the opposition without fear. It's that smouldering rage that you rarely see on him. He only looks at people like that when they threaten you. The last time you saw that look three people died and a house was set on fire.

You caress his face and guide it to face you. You smile at him and give him a quick kiss.

"Let's kick their asses." You whisper.

Jiraiya relaxes a little and smiles. He rests his forehead against yours. He intertwined his fingers with yours. Now that's the perfect plan.

"I love you." He states softly.

"I love you too."

You rub your nose against his before breaking away.

It's time to teach these fools a lesson!