Wonder what Jiraiya and Tsunade were like when they were younger?
JUTSU.
The future sannin walked through the lobby of the small hotel. They climbed the stairs, and approached their rooms.
Jiraiya placed the key into the lock. He turned to Tsunade, "Satisfied? We rushed to get to this village just so you could shower."
Tsunade gave a coy smile. "Jiraiya kun, I knew you would understand. Thank you."
"Yeah, just hurry so we can go eat. I'm starved." He was tired and had spent a majority of the mission arguing with the blonde.
"You know Jiraiya kun, the shower is not the only reason I wanted to get here so quickly."
"I assume it was also to get rid of my, how did you put it, 'smelly, perverted dip shitted ass.' Jiraiya quipped.
"No, it's was because if I'm going to spend my Valentine's Day under you, I would prefer it to be in a bed." Her hands moving up the curves of her body.
Jiraiya's mouth dropped, as the woman pushed forward into his arms. Her lips igniting his passion. She leaned into his ear and whispered, "Now let me show you the true benefit of a clone jutsu."