Disclaimer: You guys already know I don't own the characters of Naruto xD
A/N: Yup, you guys saw it coming, or did you? lulz Well, I am pleased to say that you have earned another lemon, probably the first one since the one-shot. So, yes. This chapter is all about some Tsunade and Orochimaru action, but please be warned- there might be a few doses of OOC heading your way once you get to the good parts. It's extremely hard to decipher their actions, but I think I did a good job. Have fun!
Tsunade arrived in her room surrounded by an abyss of smoke. As it dispelled from around her, she could feel herself relaxing at the familiar sight of her dark, quiet room. It was warm, making her feel a lot more comfortable than the lingering chill that was outside.
Subconsciously, she removed her shoes first then went to her bureau to find a bra. As she pulled open the bureau top drawer, she began to sense something. Something that didn't seem right. Her room, which was always quiet and serene, was for some reason, not so quiet and serene. Tsunade froze, a bra still clutched in her hand. There was some sort of noise, but where was it coming from? It sounded almost like snoring, yet, she could be wrong.
'What if it isn't Orochimaru who's in here?...'
Suddenly, she became scared. And she was never scared of anything. Relying on Orochimaru as protection these last five years have not only made her physically weaker, but emotionally. When she wasn't so independent anymore, it was pretty hard not to be dependent on someone.
She'd cry when he upset her and when he didn't. Tsunade wasn't even sure if that slap she gave to Jiraiya back there was even half of her usual strength.
It was sad, really.
Without even knowing it, the snake sannin had managed to sap away nearly all of her strength.
It sounded completely absurd to the Hokage. She's been an independent woman for years and she was going to choose now to become a damsel in distress?
Fear paralyzing every vein in her body, she swallowed hard as her irises traveled to the far corners of her eyes.
"W-who's there?"
There was no answer. 'Of course, stupid. If someone was in here who wouldn't want to be caught, then why the hell would they answer me back?'
Taking a deep breath, Tsunade attempted to calm down her nerves, waiting until her body was willing to cooperate with her mind. Slowly, she turned her head, and over her shoulder, could see nothing. Just her mysteriously messy and unkempt bed. She blinked.
Wait a minute. Didn't she just make her bed before she left this morning? The amber eyed kunoichi tentatively turned the rest of her body around as she gazed with a puzzled expression at her bed. Through the dark room, she couldn't make out much, but she could make out enough. It seemed that there was a suspicious lump on the left side of her bed. The side in which she would leave free for Orochimaru if he ever visited her in the night. He never actually stayed the night nor slept beside her. It was always the fuck and go or as she liked to call it.
He'd never spend the night. Nope. Infact, she had never witnessed the man take a wink of sleep. Did he sleep? And if he did, then how and where?
The blonde summoned up all of her courage before taking slow, hesitant strides towards the bed.
'Who the hell could it be?...'
No, it couldn't be Orochimaru. In fact, he was the last person on her mind at the moment as she approached the concealed lump. From this close up, she could make out that it was only a body, but then that led to other conclusions.
There was someone in her bed, first of all, which really didn't sit well with her. And second of all, why the hell would someone be sleeping in her bed of all places? The snoring from this range was an even worser sound than when she envisioned it back over at the bureau. Tsunade wanted to put some damn ear plugs in her ears.
'Just get this over with. Besides, I bet it's Sanosuke...no. I sure as hell don't remember him being six foot four. Then who could it be?'
Swiftly, without thinking twice, she reached for the sheets before throwing them off of the person. She forgot to breathe for a moment. It couldn't be him.
'Orochimaru?'
What in seven hells was he doing sleeping in her bed? Tsunade wanted to believe that he fell asleep waiting for her, but that couldn't be true. He never slept, saying that in their scarce times of tryst that he didn't want to be caught by any suspicious ANBU or anyone else in particular. He was only protective and didn't want her to have to explain herself, nonetheless, lose her title as Hokage just because she wanted some alone time with the father of her son.
Yet despite it all, they managed to fall in love and stay in love. Tsunade hasn't dated nor looked at any other man for even an unnecessary second. Why bother when she had all she needed and wanted right before her eyes.
Orochimaru had never looked cuter. It took all her being from pouncing him, tearing off his clothes and telling him he'd better hold onto something if he knew what was good for him. Like a sleeping angel, he was with his eyelids over his malevolent snake irises. The colour of his unbuffeted skin could be mistaken for the most translucent of alabasters. His face was relaxed, content, not an ounce of evil nor malice in his facial features. He only glowed of ethereal handsomeness, if you could call it that.
Tsunade bit down on her lip, resisting herself from touching him to confirm if he was real. Instead, she pushed aside some stray strands of black hair that had fallen infront of his face. She smiled gently. Despite his atrocious snoring, he still was pretty damn cute.
Deciding on not waking him up, she leaned down and planted a soft kiss to his forehead. "Sweet dreams..."
Straightening her composture, she proceeded to her bureau. Upon finding a suitable and, in her opinion, not too revealing outfit, she began getting undressed. To her dismay, the slumbering snake sannin hadn't once stirred from his sleep. Throughout the entire duration of her changing, the most kinkiest of fantasies ran across her mind. Him waking up to find her half naked, and then it would all start from there.
Tsunade sighed wistfully. Yes, that would have been some sex adventure. Her eyes fell onto the sleeping Otokage, a sudden feeling of frustration rising within her.
'But of course, I have to remember that he too is over fifty. I guess he's gotten so old, he can't even wait for me to return anymore. He just fell right asleep...'
She kept her mouth shut fast before she could blurt out anything she would end up regretting. So what if he was old? She was old too, wasn't she? Yes, behind her absolute sex appeal and blonde bombshell looks, Tsunade as well was over fifty and probably had more wrinkles than he did. Despite the setbacks, they were just like any other couple who were in love and that was all. She wouldn't trade him for the world.
After washing her face and reapplying her makeup, Tsunade hooked her fingers around the straps of her heels and carried them over to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she set the heels down before her and began putting them on.
"...Is that you Tsunade?"
His drowsy, faint voice crawled into her skin, making her jump a little. A few moments went by and she noticed that the snoring had stopped. The Hokage was so engrossed in getting ready that she hadn't even paid any attention to the sannin in her bed.
Calming down, Tsunade continued putting on her shoes as she replied back to him. "Mhm."
The bed shifted, the sheets sounding as they fell from his body. She was almost positive that he was sitting up now.
"You enjoyed your little nap, sweetheart?," She jested stoically, rolling her eyes.
"Yes I did. I'm glad you asked, Tsunade."
He was going along with her little game and inwardly, she couldn't have been more happier.
"Is his birthday party over?," Orochimaru asked with interest.
His eyes were everywhere from her long, blonde locks that she placed into a high ponytail, to her attire, that of a fish net halter top with her bare back revealed, showing her visible shoulder blades accompanied with quarter length pants that ended above her ankles. If it weren't for the blue jacket beside her to cover up her chest, then he presumed she was going out to a bar or something. The woman still, after all these years, dressed like a tramp.
'A sexy tramp...'
"Nope. I just came in to change. That damned Konohamaru punk spilled my sake all over me...," The kunoichi said sourly, the bitter memory of what had transpired only twenty minutes ago digging into her nerves.
Orochimaru furrowed his brows. "Konohamaru? Isn't that the grandchild of-"
"Yes. He's Sarutobi-sensei's grandson..."
"Oh..."
It fell silent, the air surrounding them heavy with tension. How could they forget about that fatal event when he murdered their sensei? Their teacher who had been with them through thick and thin; the third Hokage. Even now, Tsunade was refraining herself from yelling at him for doing something so stupid. But she loved him. So she wouldn't scold him on it- today.
The black haired sannin could practically fell the tension radiating from her being, the way her shoulders locked up and the slightly visible shaking of her body. Tsunade was upset and he didn't even lift a finger to do it.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. You didn't mean to..."
The remainder of her task of strapping on her heels was silent, Orochimaru forcing himself to look at anything else but her. Yet when she stood up, on instinct alone his honey eyes fell onto her, watching her grab her long, blue jacket and thrusting her arms into the sleeves. He didn't know what to do, what to say to her. There was a large part lingering inside of him that was afraid to confront her, yet at the same time, wanted to rid of the frown from her face.
"Tsunade..."
She looked over her shoulder at him, putting her other arm into the sleeve of her jacket. "Hmm?"
Orochimaru looked down at the sheets that hid the lower half of his body. His mind was too empty, blank, and here she was, waiting rather patiently than usual for what he was going to say. Taking in a deep breath, his words started pouring out, coming from his subconscious.
"No later than nine. I have things I must do tonight."
Turning her body around, she placed a hand on her hip as her eyebrows rose.
"Oh really? And exactly what are you doing tonight that's so important?"
He shook his head. "It's nothing you should concern yourself with."
Tsunade frowned a little at the sadness in his voice, feeling as if she had upset him somehow instead of it being the other way around. One step at a time, she approached him, meeting his eyes in a concern filled stare when he lifted his head.
"Nothing I should concern myself with, huh? Honey, you really can't let looks fool you..."
Taking it upon herself to sit down next to him, she lifted a hand and held his cheek. Her amber eyes knowing and wise, her lips formed a smirk as her words came out in a seductive whisper.
"I'm a grown ass woman, sweetheart. Not a child, a woman. I'm not asking you what your plans are tonight, i'm telling you. Exactly what is so important that you have to leave at nine tonight? 'Cause if you don't tell me, I have my ways to find out..."
Slightly astounded at her blatant response, he could tell immediately that everything she was giving off was inevitable and that he should either tell what his plans were or at least make up something to get her off his back.
Gulping quietly, he said truthfully, "The sound village is planning to spy on the sand village. I must be at my village to give out commands for what my henchmen must do."
The blonde narrowed her eyes, taking her hand from his cheek.
"The sand village? What for?"
Orochimaru let a malevolent smirk spread upon his face, eyes shining with evil.
"Because, my love. It's something called power and the more land I own, the more I grow in power. Spying on them now will give us an advantage later on when we attack. My strategies are rather sophisticated and I developed them so that a village as great as the sand village will soon be mine in a matter of months."
He left her flabbergasted, stunned beyond belief. As Hokage, Tsunade couldn't just leave this alone, yet the man she loved wouldn't allow her to do as she wanted. From the look of amused malice on his features, he knew as well that she was definitely in a tight spot. The poor kunoichi having to choose between justice and her lover.
Descending her amber eyes, she parted her lips as she tried desperately to find something to say.
"...Orochimaru. You know...I...I can't let you do that..."
Gasping softly when his hand held onto her chin, he forced her face up until her eyes looked into his. Glassy, her ambers were compared to his evil, golden coloured ones. She wished sometimes that she didn't love him this much, so that she could get her mind together and do what was right. But the love she had for him was just too much, too great and strong to let go just like that. No, not their love. Never that.
"But Tsunade, my sweet...don't you love me?"
She hesitated, closing her eyes before tentatively nodding.
"Then you support me in what I plan on doing, right? You'd never disappoint me, would you?" It pained her to have to answer things like this.
"Of course not, Orochimaru. But...I..."
The kunoichi was silenced when his lips pressed against hers, making her body jolt and her passion rise. She couldn't refuse his kisses, not when they were in tryst. Moving her lips with his, her arms slowly began encircling around his neck, feeling his arm wrap around her waist. Her body had a mind of its own as it moved in closer to him, pressing her breasts against his chest. After a few moments, they pulled away, Tsunade slightly breathless, aroused.
Cheeks flushed, she stared lovingly at him, mouthing his name. Orochimaru's smirk widened. Yes, the woman was definitely more pliant to his affections than before. She succumbed to his affections so willingly, he wondered if it was really her or the blindness his love made her that caused her to act that way she did. Was it love they really had or just infatuation?
"So you promise to let me proceed with my intentions?," He asked with a slither, watching her faintly nod her head.
"Yes..."
His grin had never been more wider.
"Excellent. I knew you'd come around, Tsunade."
He leaned over to her ear before he began kissing it, nibbling on the cartilage. "...That's what I love about you."
Stifling a moan, Tsunade bit down on her lip as she began rolling her head to the side, giving him access to her neck. He took the opportunity without fail, kissing down the side until he came to her collar bone. His tongue came out then, dipping into the hollow space it made when she moved her shoulder.
Her moaning began, the fuel that drove him to proceed further. She wasn't stopping him as of yet and wasn't planning on stopping.
"Orochimaru..."
His hands went to the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it upwards before her hands abruptly stopped him. "Wait..."
Stopping his kisses, he lifted his head to stare puzzingly at her worried expression.
"What? Tsunade, don't tell me you want to stop?"
"I can't right now, Orochimaru. You know that..."
Putting a grim expression, his grip tightened on her shirt, determined to get something from her. Anything.
"What about what you said earlier?," He reminded her, eying her bountiful breasts with hidden lust before looking into her eyes.
"Earlier? What did I say?"
He was making her hot and bothered as it was, but with that stare of his alone, caused her breathing to quicken and her heart rate to speed up. Tsunade secretly didn't want to leave.
"You said you had a surprise for me. What is it?"
She widened her eyes. Remembering her prior words she promised him, Tsunade deepened her eyes at him while he started to frown. He could tell that what she was about to say wasn't good.
"Oh, Orochimaru...that. Well, it was just a little fib. You know, to have you wait for me a little longer."
The snake sannin sighed heavily as he hung his head. He knew something wasn't right in that sentence of hers earlier. Of course she would lie to him, she's done such many times before. But this time, it just hurt too much to let it go. Love just made him feel the stupidest things for her.
"Tsunade...," He said with disappointment, letting go of her shirt. Already she was feeling guilty.
"I'm sorry. I...I just missed you, sweetheart. All I wanted was to spend time with you...that's all. I never get to see you anymore."
Her arms around his neck brought him into an embrace, a small smile on her face when he hugged her back. She felt him kiss the nape of her neck, muttering words of disappointment under his breath. Tsunade rested her head onto his shoulder and listened.
"Yes, honey...I know...Mhm...I promise I won't do it again..."
"Are you sure?," He asked, the fear of her lying to him again sitting unhappily in his stomach.
"Yes, I promise, Orochimaru."
"Good."
They remained in eachothers arms for a long while, listening to the faint sounds of the birthday bash outside, children laughing, adults scolding them. It warmed their hearts to know that one of those children being scolded was theirs. Despite how weird it sounded, the couple's adoration for their child surpassed anything else. They'd never dream of punishing their little Sanosuke nor anything else of the sort. As parents they loved and trusted their son enough to let him know right from wrong. He'd prosper and grow up to be a responsible, young man and hopefully, the sixth Hokage one day.
"You know you're going to have to pay me back for what you did."
"Huh?"
Tsunade reopened her eyes from their resting, lifted her head until she was staring into his eyes. Orochimaru had on his devilish smirk, evil snake-like golden orbs to match, just looking sexy as hell. She knew exactly what he wanted. Didn't she explain to him earlier that she had to return to the party? The man could be really arrogant at times, possessive and always wanted her body at the wrongest of times. He didn't care if it was five minutes with her, as long as he had something. He'd try to come up with ridiculous excuses to get her to comply with his wishes, sometimes so extraordinary, she knew right off the back that he was lying. It was during their five years of their relationship that she had come to realize that he as well, had become desperate. The Hokage understood exactly how he was feeling.
"You owe me Tsunade, for lying to me. Your one and only love. Honestly, how could you be so heartless? Surely there's something you want to give me in return for your wrong doings?"
Literally helpless to his inevitable suggestions, so blatant, she didn't wonder why he didn't just say, 'Take off your fucking clothes before I do', Tsunade casted her eyes downwards in a demure sense as her cheeks flushed bright pink.
"Orochimaru. I can't right now. I must get back to-"
"Then you'd rather upset your lover? All I ask for is ten minutes with you, my sweet then i'll leave."
She shook her head sadly, feeling the sting of unshed tears welling up in her eyes. Why had it come to this? Meeting in tryst? Savoring each moment with eachother as if it would be their last? Weren't couples supposed to be happy?
"Orochimaru...please...just make this quick..."
Well aware of her tears, he used up all of his being to dismiss them as he dove for her neck, suckling her flesh with a ravenous nature. She moaned softly despite her silent tears, clasping the roots of his hair with manicured nails. Orochimaru didn't want her to see the hurt in his eyes, the yearning to comfort her. He was torn between comforting her or doing what he came to do so he could leave. The sannin would have picked the first choice without fail, but as forbidden lovers, the majority of his job was simply focused on pleasing her, even if he had to ignore her tears once in a while, overlook the wobble of her lips when he had to leave.
He wanted to give her the world and anything else she so greatly desired, but it was better said than done. Their relationship was struggling and it was hard enough as it was to keep it up, Tsunade being a busy Hokage, working day by day mostly without any breaks as well as juggling the extra tasks of being a mother and a lover. Orochimaru was finding it harder to see her with each passing day. His henchman were already suspicious enough as it was when he would leave late in the night without explanations and his reluctance towards their suggestions to invade the village hidden in the leaves. They'd find out sooner or later, but he couldn't let them.
He'd die before he'd attack the leaf village. The village ran by the woman he so dearly cared for; the village his son lived in. The village he left behind so many years ago.
His mind was all over the place, deep in contemplation so he was oblivious to how fast he was pulling her pants off, couldn't decipher whether she was moaning at him to continue or for him to retrieve her discarded clothing from off the floor.
Without meaning to he growled, a horrible scowl on his face when his eyes laid on her frilly panties. There was no excuse. So what if the woman was a blonde, she had to know by now that he disliked having to discard undergarments and that she should never wear them on their nights of tryst.
"This is why I am impatient with you, woman..."
Pushing her down onto the bed, he towered over her, ignored her ranting protests.
"Damn you, Orochimaru! Don't you dare lay a finger on me!," She seethed, writhing her body in movements that only added to his lust.
Smirking, he continued his intentions without the fear of her consequences. It turned him on to have her deny him.
"I plan on doing much more than that, dear Tsunade," He whispered musingly as he started to take off her panties.
A gasp tore from her lips followed by more vehement protesting. She didn't want to admit it, but he was turning her on in the sickest and weirdest of ways.
"You won't be doing shit unless you pick up my goddamn pants from the floor! Do you know how much those cost?! I'll be damned, you bastard!"
He simply laughed, shaking his head. The woman really knew how to pick a fight, and over the silliest of things. Denial looked extremely sexy on her.
"By the time i'm done with you, love, you won't even care about any of that..."
Orochimaru with nimble hands, carefully yet swiftly led her panties off of her ankles and past her high heels which were still on her feet. Half naked and she never looked more gorgeous. He couldn't help his eyes when they roamed her curvy body like a hungry, lusting savage; desperate for everything she was willing to give to him.
Tsunade didn't have time to complain for he began pulling down his pants, revealing the one thing that could make her shut up- well her protesting anyways. She marveled at his size, finding her core growing wetter by the second with just fantasies of his large, erect appendage penetrating her tightness. The Hokage found her breathing erratic and she damn near forgot how to blink.
"Yes. Just like that, my love. You look so beautiful when desire blinds those pretty eyes of yours..."
Abruptly, he grabbed her ankles and lifted them into the air, making her squeal in surprise, widening her young ambers. "Orochimaru!"
The black haired man above her chuckled with self satisfaction as he forced open her legs, coaxing out another abrupt squeal from her. Tsunade subsequently began to calm down, deepening the lust in her eyes, her lips curving into a smirk similar to her lovers. She already knew of his sick fantasies- what turned him on more than her denial and her squeals put together was her lust.
"Fuck me," She breathed, biting down on her lower lip when his chuckles evolved into sinister laughs.
"Of course, Tsunade. Until the only thing you can say is my name...," He cooed evily, leaning down to kiss her.
The moment his lips touched hers, it was all over. She responded instantly, her mouth humming moans of impatience. Her hands found his dick, smirking just a little when he gasped into her mouth. Guiding his erection to her opening, his strong hands gripped her ankles in anticipation. A shrill of pleasure rang through his ears as soon as her mouth opened to kiss him again, her muscles clamping around his length, greeting him like the usual visitor that he was.
Inch by heavenly inch, he filled her until she let him go and allowed him to push himself the rest of the way in. Tsunade would have moaned his name to the gods if she wasn't kissing him so feverishly. Instead, she decided to show off a little talent she had perfected each time they made love. Before he could slide himself out to begin, Orochimaru felt her pussy walls squeezing him tightly causing a groan to escape his mouth. It didn't take him long to figure out that it was her deliberate doing and infact, he was pretty impressed she could accomplish something like that.
"Tsunade, what in seven hells are you doing?," Orochimaru snarled as she let out a soft laugh.
"What, you don't like it?," She smirked.
"If I wasn't trying to hurry up, then yes, love. But for now, let me finish this. Lay back and enjoy," He said, disappointment deeply embedded in his eyes.
Reluctantly, the blonde stopped her working muscles until the only thing she could feel was the throbbing of his desire inside of her. He took a moment to relish in her cute, yet angry eyes, her pouting that put his to shame. She was upset- again. Snickering softly, he proceeded to kiss her neck as he began dragging his length from her sheath, the kunoichi feeling him hitting that sweet spot within her that drove her simply mad. Tsunade unwillingly moaned, instinctively rolling her head to the side to allow him more access to her neck.
"Don't frown, Tsunade. You know I hate it when you're upset," The snake sannin cooed softly, a hint of cruelty in his voice.
"I wouldn't be upset if..."
Raising his head from her neck, he started up a slow, languid rhythm, simultaneously questioning her with concerned honey orbs.
"Wouldn't be upset if what? What's the matter?"
Tsunade shook her head, using her hands to gather up his curtain of black hair from tickling her flat stomach and tossing it onto his back.
"It's nothing."
"It has to be something."
"Really, it's alright. I'm fine," She pressed tediously, rolling her eyes when he continued with the fruitless argument.
"Tsunade, if you're upset, I want to know what it is that's troubling you."
His strokes were becoming gradually faster, harder. Tsunade's juices were gradually seeping from her tight caverns, lubricating his thick arousal, making his thrusts deeper, fuller. She wished he would just shut up so she could enjoy it all. And thankfully, her mind was becoming too delirious to even piece together his incoherent words. The only things she could focus on was her high heels in the air and the increasing bliss that would soon result in her orgasm.
"Answer me, Tsunade!," He growled lowly, narrowing his eyes when he saw her eyes close, mouth parted in continuous moans.
"Shit...Please shut up, I beg you..."
Orochimaru hesitantly admitted defeat, staring with interest down at her slightly shaking body. It spurred endless curiosity inside of him to see her in so much ecstasy, even now after five years of her having to deal with his insatiable desires, feeling the same mind blowing orgasms. Tsunade has somehow let down that impenetrable barrier of hers to him. Sex with her wasn't like the first time, all with the endless fits of reluctance and refusal. In a sense, sex had become, well, boring. He wanted her to scream at him, use every ounce of strength she had to slap him until she became tired, and when she did, she'd still have enough strength to deny him. That's what he missed in their sex. It wasn't even fucking anymore, but love making as she often liked to call it.
Had love really reduced her to this? This soft, placid creature who wouldn't dare upset him if she tried? Who loved so strongly that she couldn't treat him any differently than their son? Of course Orochimaru loved her, and would never upset her deliberately nor treat her like some cruel, heartless beast. But still, his sadistic side hungered for pain, yearned to please her until she could be pleased no more, desperate for overwhelming enragement to take over her body so she as well, could find pleasure in his wishes. Yes, she was right when she said before that he was a sick bastard.
But did he have the heart to change her? Tsunade had developed into a mature woman, despite her age. She was no longer childish, but had a child of her own. No longer selfish, because she had a lover with needs. Who would have thought that a woman who had lost everything, could regain it all back and more and still have the room left to change? Orochimaru couldn't be selfish, he couldn't change her just because he wanted her to. If she was willing to give herself to him, then so be it. If she preferred to kiss him rather than smack him, then so be it. And if she'd rather be happy than angry all the time, then he'd respect her wishes.
'Because I love her too...just like she loves me...'
Tsunade had finally reached her climax, shrills of pleasure ringing through his ears as she lifted her self off the bed, arching, trembling. Ecstasy though, was another sinful pleasure he was fond of, and just seeing her like this helped him overlook the setbacks of his own climax and helped him achieve release as well.
"Orochimaru!!!!," She cried loudly, hugging his neck as he continued his swift strokes inside of her.
He had abandoned her ankles to hold onto her hips, his long black hair creating a veil around their faces, his bangs adhering to his forehead with sweat. Their eyes locked in a stare of passion, Tsunade's eyes slowly welling with the tears she hadn't finished shedding before. Orochimaru absolutely despised her tears, not because he couldn't stomach them, but because it showed behind her masquerade that she was hurt and upset. And that was the last thing he wanted her to feel like.
"Don't cry, Tsunade," He whispered gruffly, giving her a tender kiss afterwards.
The blonde haired kunoichi was quick to end it, lips wobbling as her body shook with both tears and pleasure.
"But I don't know how..."
She couldn't explain it and didn't want to. There was this feeling she had felt earlier in the pit of her heart, aching, telling her that she should enjoy this while it lasted.
'But why?...'
Tsunade was afraid that all of this, her relationship with the man she loved and hated more than any person in the world would suddenly end. That she'd have to endure the same pain she had to face those years ago. And she couldn't go through with it. Five years without one threat towards their relationship from anyone. It was too good to be true. She loved Orochimaru- and hated him.
Orochimaru couldn't figure it out, no matter how hard he tried. Here she was crying and saying at the same time that she had no idea how to stop. Yet simultaneously, shrieking and moaning against him, face wet with tears. He just didn't get it. What did she want to do? Cry or moan?
His mind was giving out on him, abandoning the things he wanted to do and slowly admitting defeat to the things his body was telling him to do. Orochimaru wanted to comfort her, but at the same time wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. Killing him with each sob that escaped her mouth, he subconsciously drove faster inside of her, despite the strangling of her slick pussy muscles around his thick shaft. He didn't know anymore if she was crying because it hurt or because she was upset. But none of it mattered anymore. His mind was completely severed from feeling anything other than his pistoning thrusts and ecstasy.
"Orochimaru!!!!!!"
Her second orgasm arrived earlier than he expected, her body quaking so hard, he couldn't tell if she was having even more orgasms or if the pleasure was just too much for her to bear. His breaths had grown heavier and he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. He'd find release or he'd just have to-
"Tsunade!"
It jumped up on him. A surprise. He groaned as if he were a wounded animal, hearing her choked cries of ecstasy as he shot an abundance of his seed into her flooded, smoldering caverns. It was over. They both knew it. His thrusts came to a slowing halt as he refrained the act of collapsing ontop of her. The snake sannin buried his face into her neck, hot breaths like fire against her wet neck. Tsunade couldn't stop moaning, no matter how hard she tried; couldn't hold back the tears that fell from her eyes, running down the sides of her face.
Despite it all, the heavy tension in the air mixed with the glorious aftermath of their orgasms, she still caressed his hair, stared at the top of his head with the soft eyes she only held for their son. Slowly, she kissed the crown of his black haired head and smiled when he tightened his arms around her sweaty form.
"...I love you..."
Orochimaru sighed deeply, eyes closed. He didn't want to say it at the moment and he didn't know why. But for her, he'd do it. Kissing her neck, he nuzzled deeper into it while closing his eyes.
"I love you too, Tsunade."
A/N: As you've read, it was actually pretty damn easy to change Tsunade's mind about Orochimaru's plans to conquer the village hidden in the sand.Will she let him get away with it? You'll have to stick around to see what happens next XD btw- leave a review, would ya? lulz
F.Y.I.: As sad as it is to admit it, but i've not watched all of the Naruto Shippuden episodes, nor have I even finished with the previous series, so for those of you who've watched plenty of Shippuden, if you notice any mistakes in my plots, let me know lol. Also some ideas wouldn't hurt, i'm in sorta a writer's block