Her stomach trembled. It was an odd thing to have nerves at the thought of being bedded by him. Tsunade knew it, and knew his body as well. How many times had she healed him, touched rent flesh and left it unmarred? They'd fought a war together and fell asleep on each other, comfortable as puppies when they were children. He'd held her after she lost her brother, and then again when she lost Dan.

So why was she nervous?

He walked into the bedroom behind her, tall and brimming with masculinity. It made what was feminine in her yearn and want, made her soft when she'd been hard for so long. Hands, manicured save for the ragged thumbnail undid her obi and dropped it to the ground. He simple stood there, unmoving and watched as her body was revealed.

The kimono styled shirt hit the ground before the rest of her clothes were shucked. Eyes the color of wild honey glanced up to meet his. Tsunade shivered, the room wasn't cold but she shivered anyway in a small show of nerves.

Jiraiya watched her strip, knowing what was coming and worried he'd fumble it. They weren't virgins, far from it, but this blonde, stomach scarred and eyes looking steady at his was his first love, only love.

"You're gorgeous." He said quietly before his hand went to untie his belt. The Sannin stripped to be as bare as her, putting his body on display for her to look and touch as she wanted. He was hers, wounded and broken as he was every bit of him.

"You are too." Tsunade replied letting her nerves go. It didn't matter if they fumbled. They had time to try again and get it right. Her hand rose to press fingertips to the raised flesh on his chest. "Make love to me Jiraiya."

He smiled then. She was as bossy as ever, and he was more than willing to follow where she led. His head ducked to press a light kiss to her crown before his arm snaked around her, pressing their bodies together as he fell on to the bed laughing at her squeak and muffled curses.

He released his hold on her waist, switching it instead to grasp that pointed chin and angle her head down for a kiss. She tasted like tea and slightly sweet like dango. It was a heady combination and he tasted his fill of her.

She let him lead; let him direct her movements and when his hot wet tongue invaded her mouth, Tsunade sucked on it in a mimicry of sex. She could feel the length of him against her thigh. It made her want to throw away any semblance of foreplay and sink down on him heat to heat until they couldn't even remember their names.

The meeting of mouths broken, he turned so that she lay beside him. His hand moved then, leaving her face after a last touch against her parted lips. He followed the cords of her neck, down to where her chest rose. Large calloused fingers tweaked and plucked at her nipples until they pebbled and his name broke her lips. It made him painfully erect, but he wanted more. He wanted her thoroughly satisfied.

Lower and lower still his hand wandered, pressing against her stomach and brushing tight curls to touch where she was already wet for him. Fingers brushed the bundle of nerves, teasing it as she shook and moaned.

-More

His thumb kept pressure on that ball of nerves as a finger delved lower and deeper.

-More

Another finger and a teasing dance of digits curling and seeking that spot to make her scream.

-More

His mouth moved to take her breast in between teeth and nip before soothing with his tongue.

Tsunade turned her head left than right, her hair a tangled mess across the pillow. She could no more stop her hips from rising and the sounds of need falling from her mouth than she could her next breath. He was taking her, each push and pull of his hand and swipe of tongue had her closer to that sweet edge.

"Jira- Jiraiya please" the words were a plea, an ache of need, a mate calling out for their other half. He complied, his hand doubling its stroke and fingers curling and twisting until she seized, mouth open in a silent scream and came hard against his hand.

By the Sage she was like a goddess herself, all needs and wanton cries as her body flushed and shook. It made him greedy to see her fly again. Another finger added and he pushed again at tightened walls.

She wasn't having it. Her body was burning up and she wanted, needed to have him there with her. The Sannin pushed him back flat to the mattress throwing her leg over him and pressing heat to heat.

"I need you."

He panted twitching against where she was wet and against him. How could he deny her? Why would he even want to?

"Take me then Hime."

A flex of hips, a hissing breath as they joined flesh, he'd imagined being with her for longer than he wanted to admit, but nothing prepared him for this. She was aggressive and bold and it was all he could do to grit his teeth and hold on as she rode them both to completion.

Later, when she'd collapsed forward on him in a panting puddle of satisfied woman, he chuckled. His hand came up to smooth back where her hair had fallen in front of her face.

"Well Hime, it looks like you beat me again. I'm no match for you."

Tsunade lifted her head to look at him with tired eyes. "Damn right, although knowing you… you'll just keep trying on the off chance you'll win."

His chuckle turned to an outright laugh as he reached to pull the covers up and over them.

"You know me too well."