Disclaimer: Naruto is awesomeness, but sadly I don't own it people.
A/N: This is the chapter most of you have been waiting for! lol. Yup, there's some Oro/Tsu action going on in this chapter; a fluffy, but violent lemon for you loyal readers- new readers are welcome as well-. By this point in our story plot, its kinda obvious that Tsunade's feeling something for Jiraiya, but when she sees Orochimaru, those feelings just go out the window. It's kind of amazing the power he has over someone like Tsunade. A high almost. Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter. Happy reading! XD
Ino awoke to the sound of shrieking shrills of laughter followed by the mellow chuckles of a familiar Jounnin. She slowly sat up in bed, yawned while extending her arms above her head in a long stretch. Her night shirt rose to reveal her growing belly as she tilted her head back, long blonde hair tickling the sheets on her bed.
"Jeez, doesn't he know how to keep it down? Men...," she mumbled sleepily.
Retracting her arms, she blinked through the darkness of her room at the door, a bright light showing from the opposite side of her door, illuminating the space at the bottom. That proved that someone had to be awake. She took a quick glance at her clock, nearly blown away when it read eleven o' clock. Who in their right mind would be up this late at night?
"What the hell?! I know it's Saturday, but still! A pregnant woman is trying to sleep, ya know! Shikamaru!!"
The loud bellowing of his name quieted the noise in the house from carefree laughter to the dull sound of running along with a jumbled assortment of worried queries.
"Are you alright?! Ino!"
Seconds later, her door was flung open and standing there was a breathless, spiky haired teen, hand around the knob of her door with a death grip. His dark eyes landed on the pregnant blonde, concern ebbed into his face. She was sitting up in bed, her blue eyes adjusting to the light of the house.
"Ino? What's wrong? Are you alright?"
Clenching her fists, teeth, Ino gave her boyfriend a hard glare before shouting, "How's about keepin' it down?! I was sleeping, you know!"
"Oh, i'm sorry Ino..."
Shikamaru sighed gently, hands going to his sides. A relaxed chuckle followed after, smiling at the angry teenager.
"You know, if you weren't pregnant, I would have just ignored you."
"Wow, how lucky am I to have a boyfriend like you?," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"But the way it sounded, pregnant or not, I would have still came to see if you were alright."
Ino slowly reduced her scowl to a hopeless frown, releasing her fists from their grip. She looked down and he was almost certain her fiery blues kindled with amusement, even if it was only a moment.
"...I'm hungry. Can you get me some ice cream?"
"What kind?"
"It doesn't matter..."
He left without another word, leaving her to herself. Bringing the sheets away from her body, she decided to get out of bed, seeing as she wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon. Steadily as she could, she stood up and went to turn on the light in her room. Illuminated, she squeezed her eyes shut at the blunt, painful beams. But as her sapphires got used to the light did she begin to relax her eyes, opening them once more.
Shikamaru arrived minutes later to find her examining herself in her full length mirror, more like her growing stomach. She was oblivious to his presence, deeply concerned with the small, barely noticeable bump of her navel. Her eyebrows furrowed and sadness filled up her sapphires.
'Guess i'll have to hold off on my summer wardrobe for a while. I'll be as big as a blimp by the time summer arrives. I was planning that shopping spree with my mother for months...'
"Hey...don't look like that..."
Startled slightly, Ino snapped her head towards the doorway where Shikamaru was standing nonchalantly, holding a carton of ice cream in his hand with a spoon stuck in it. A blush began to appear at her cheeks, yet the warmth in his eyes made the situation seem a little bit more manageable.
"Shika...," she mouthed.
"What was with that frown back there?"
Too embarrassed to answer, she demurely looked away, for the first time not having the strength to argue back at him. Taking her silence as her answer, he walked into her room and closed the door behind him. Shikamaru strolled to her nightstand and placed the ice cream there before looking in her direction.
Ino, thinking it was safe to chance a glance at him, turned her head only to subsequently squeal at their proximity. He was right behind her, with the same bored look on his face as usual. But his eyes, they did most of the talking. The first time he ever stared at her like that was the night she gave herself to him, all because of those god forsaken sexy ass eyes.
"If you want my opinion, you're beautiful. You'll always be beautiful, Ino, even if your stomach's gonna be as big as Choji's," he mused, watching her giggle.
"You flatter me, Shika," Ino gushed gently as she turned around, staring at him face to face.
Expecting it, she was gathered into his arms in a warm embrace. Overcome with suppressed joy, she wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling while they stared deeper into eachothers eyes.
"Gods, I hate it when you call me that. Even your mom calls me that."
"What? Shika?," she said innocently, seeing a grim frown cross his face for a brief moment.
"Ugh. Yeah. I mean, I wouldn't mind if only you called me that, but when your mom uses that same name, it's kinda creepy. You know what i'm saying?"
Ino rolled her eyes. "Men. If you like it when I say it, then that's all that matters. I'll tell my mom to knock it off, if that's what you want."
"Please do," Shikamaru pleaded, rolling his eyes.
"Alright. But it all depends..."
"Depends on what?," he said nervously, expecting the worst of requests from his blonde girlfriend.
"What kinda ice cream did you get me?"
"Chocolate chip-"
Squealing like a little girl who got a Barbie doll for Christmas, Ino nodded with a smile that ceased to drop.
"Deal! Wuv you, Shika!"
Catching him off guard, she kissed him, giggling against his lips. After getting used to it, did the father-to-be roll his eyes before responding to her kissing. After several moments of fruitless attempts to dominate her passion, Shikamaru gave up and ended their lip lock, concluding that he was just too lazy to give her what she wanted.
"Shika...," Ino whispered seductively, making chills run up his spine.
He gulped, remembering the same tone she used when they made love. Even if it was only once with her, he could never forget the fire in eyes that were supposed to harbor calamity, moans that should have belonged to a woman of older status and passion that couldn't possibly belong to the petite kunoichi. No. That night, she proved to him above any other girl he's dated or been with that she wasn't just some cute little blonde. But a woman. It hit him like nothing he's ever seen before.
'She's...she's a woman. Not a girl.'
"What?," he answered reluctantly, wishing she wasn't seducing him so.
Ino stared at him with a deliberate, flirtatious stare, smirking at the slight fear in his eyes. She knew she was pregnant, but teasing him like this, getting him all worked up and bothered, only added to her fun. Knowing that he couldn't lay a single intimate finger on her only added to his misery- his suffering, and she was soaking in all the fun.
"I want you to do something for me, Shika..."
Witnessing the marginal widening of his eyes, it took all her being just to suppress her giggles and to keep a straight face. Snuggling closer to him, Ino made sure to never let up her stare and to keep on her devilish grin.
"W-what is it?"
"Would it be too much to ask if you could..."
"If I could wha..." His words trailing off, she leaned over to his ear then kissed it. Shikamaru didn't know how much more he could take.
"...If you could hand me my ice cream, moron," Ino laughed.
"Ino! Dammit, don't mess around like that!," he argued heatedly as she erupted into more laughter.
Breaking their embrace, he sternly glared at her before going to retrieve her ice cream.
"For goodness sake! Ino, I swear...little vixen..."
"Oh come on, Shika. You know you liked it," she teased, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.
"Of course I did, but you're pregnant, woman. I'm not like that. Just whatever you do..."
Sitting beside her, he handed her the slightly melted ice cream and watched her take the spoon with eagerness. He slowly softened his eyes at her then placed an arm around her shoulders.
"...Don't do that again. You drive me crazy when you look at me like that...I was seconds from tearing off those clothes," he scolded tediously.
The pregnant blonde, about to take a bite of her ice cream, placed the spoon back into the carton before looking at him. He looked tired, but ready for whatever she would throw at him. In a way, he had put his laziness to the side to cater to her every need. A plus in her book, she tried to return the favor by being a little more intimate, seeing as he wouldn't be getting any you-know-what for a while.
"What a gentleman I have," she jested softly, lifting a hand to caress his cheek.
He smirked, kissed her wrist. "You flatter me, Ino," Shikamaru mocked, receiving a tender bop upon his head.
"Retard. Is this what our baby has reduced you to? Pretty soon you'll be an old man trying be cheap when our grandchildren ask you for birthday presents."
"Ino, going to conclusions so quickly isn't something you're good at. Leave that to me."
"Smart ass...," she mumbled before going back to her ice cream, letting the frozen treat pass her lips with a wondrous, appreciative moan.
"This is soooo good. Why can't I just live off this stuff?"
Laughing, Shikamaru began rubbing her shoulder, shaking his head at his blonde haired girlfriend. Honestly, blondes were all alike. Stubborn, yet pliant if you encouraged her enough. Dumb, yet skilled in the most complicated of things. And just like a certain blonde that reined power over the village, Ino was beautiful, but ignorant. Shikamaru couldn't say that there was any other woman out there for him like Ino. He was in love, end of story.
"Ino, if you live off of ice cream, I don't think that baby will have enough brains to call it's own. It'll have brain freeze for the rest of it's life."
In the middle of eating, she burst into a uncontrollable laughing, tears forming in her eyes.
"Shika, you idiot! Now I don't want it!"
Shoving the carton into his lap, she managed to say through her episode of laughter, "You eat it!"
Grimacing, the Jounnin shook his head, eyeing the frozen treat with reluctant eyes.
"Eww, I don't want any of this junk. I hate ice cream."
His vulgarity towards the food only caused her laughter to evolve into cackling, laughing so hard not only did she find it hard to catch her breath, but her boyfriend was staring at her as if she was some insane escapee from a mental institute. Definitely, most definitely her pregnancy hormones were kicking in.
"Women...," he concluded as he rolled his eyes.
You couldn't live with them and you couldn't live without them.
Everything had passed last night into an incoherent blur in her mind. The Godaime didn't know whether she walked home or was carried there. She didn't know if she had picked up her son or someone else did. And she couldn't quite understand why her head was throbbing so viciously. It felt as if she was ran over by a truck.
"Ugh..."
Tsunade opened her eyes, grateful for the thick veil of darkness the curtains provided from the morning sunlight. Weary and tired, her amber orbs tried to decipher where she was, but with one look at her alarm clock and that was her answer.
'Shit. It's ten o' clock...I hope Shizune called me in sick or something...'
Moaning, she began to help herself out of bed, taking off the sheets. When her feet reached the floor, she was utterly surprised to find out that her heels were still on.
'Who brought me home? How did I get here?...'
As she started the day, a bundle of surprises awaited her, like the fact that her skimpy night clothes were still on and that she smelled heavily of sake. That's when it slowly began coming back to her. All of it, the hurtful truth. She was drunk. Extremely drunk. She had gotten into a bar fight with Jiraiya. She threw up as soon as she stepped foot outside the door. Jiraiya carried her home and Shizune went to retrieve her son.
In the middle of taking off her clothes in her bathroom, Tsunade stopped, dropping her discarded bra to the floor. Eyes wide, maternal instincts returning in the midst of her hangover, she exclaimed, "Sanosuke!", two seconds from dashing out of her room to see if he was alright. But one look at her naked form in her mirror and she refrained from opening the door.
'Gods...i'm horrible. How could I just get drunk like that? My son...I hope he doesn't know about this. I hope Shizune did bring him home, 'cause God forbid if she didn't.'
Slowly, reluctantly, she turned on her shower and waited for the water to warm. As she waited, she tried a little harder to remember exactly what happened last night. Jiraiya carried her home and that's when everything went black. She must have passed out. During the time she was in his arms, she could only remember partial details, like his gentle scolding, the way he covered her up when he placed her into her bed. Tsunade was aware, yet confused. Most of what happened, she found insignificant so she chose to forget about it.
'I have to thank him. He's a good friend...'
Finding the water to her desireable temperature, the blonde stepped into the shower and allowed the water to soothe her aching muscles. Almost as if washing her troubles away, if only for twenty minutes. Unceremoniously, she started to cleanse herself, using a fragrent body wash of sweet pea, her shampoo and conditioner of strawberry scents. She liked to smell sweet, even if she wasn't sometimes. After finishing, she allowed herself to relish in the soothing water for a few more minutes until she sensed a presence. An evil, manipulative, sexy presence.
"You smell delicious."
A sharp gasp tore through the bathroom as she nearly jumped from surprise. Immediately, she spun her head around to see who the intruder was, only to be greeted with a firm kiss. Tsunade moaned angrily, already knowing who it was. She fidgeted as strong arms wrapped around her hips, a long, intruding tongue penetrating through her pursed lips. Slowly, tentatively, she relaxed, kissing the familiar stranger back with a strong passion. She missed him. The love of her life.
Through the heated kiss, she began feeling sensations she hadn't felt in what it seemed like forever. Her racing heart that pumped adrenaline enriched blood, her skin that erupted goosebumps at his proximity, and the gentle pounding inbetween her thighs that begged for his touch. Only he could make her feel like this and it scared her to know that nobody else could. His hands boldly cupped her ample breasts with a roughness that screamed his desires for her, her body. Despite the terrible throbbing of her head, she played into his trap like a moth to a flame, letting him do as he so pleased. She stuck out her chest in his hands, humming something close to a drone into his mouth, her lower stomach pooling with a delicious heat as he relentlessly fondled her breasts.
"How sweet your moans are, my love," he growled tenderly after ending their kiss.
"Stop...please, Orochimaru," she begged breathlessly, wrenching his hands away from her body.
Almost as quickly as she took off his hands, he grabbed her breasts again, latched his mouth to her neck. Tsunade let out a helpless cry, throwing her head back onto his shoulder. It all felt so good, she couldn't decipher whether the shower was getting hotter or her body. There was no telling how high her water bill would be this month, seeing as she no longer had the desire to get out of the shower now that he showed up.
"Did you miss me?," Orochimaru slithered with a wicked smile.
Nodding, Tsunade let out another moan as he suckled harder onto the nape of her neck. His triumphant chuckle echoed against the tile of the bathroom, winding up back into her ears with a delightful sound. He just changed her entire day and he didn't even have to try. It only came natural to him. Abandoning her breasts, he grabbed her shoulders and forced her around, so quickly, everything was but a blur through her eyes. Regaining her vision, the blonde saw almost immediately that her Sannin lover too, was naked. It caused a small blush to form onto her face, lips parting in silent awe.
Orochimaru cocked a wider smirk, bringing her closer to his damp chest. "What's with that look? Surprised to see me? I thought you missed me?"
"Of course I did," Tsunade defended softly, gazing longingly into his eyes. "But...this is all so sudden."
Aware of his growing frown, she continued to ramble on, eyes close to tears as she stroked his face, shook her head.
"I can't do this for much longer. I need you...your son needs you. You're a father, you have a family, Orochimaru...nothing would make me happier if you could be in both of our lives. You love me, right?"
The snake Sannin lifted a hand to dry away a tear from her face then embraced her, kissing her afterwards. She kissed him eagerly, in her Orochimaru-deprived mind, thinking this would be the last time she'd see him. Each tryst meeting was the same. Tsunade couldn't continue doing this for much longer. It has been five years without change. He continued to reassure her that things would get better, that one day they wouldn't have to meet in secret any longer, no longer having to hide their love. It never happened. And at times, she doubted him, no matter how much she loved him; how many times he reassured her.
Tentatively, he pulled from her lips, could practically feel the passion behind her fierce amber eyes as they pierced into his being.
"Never ask something so foolish to me again, Tsunade. Of course I love you. I want to be with you and i'm working on it. Everything. We'll all be a family, I promise you. Give it a little more time."
Tsunade studied his face with the desperate longing that she had adopted as one of her primary expressions since the first time he said his emotions for her. She wanted to believe him though, wanted to believe that everything he promised would come true. It was her heart and mind in a battle during those long moments of nothing but the sound of cascading water running down her back and spilling to the bottom of the shower. The amber eyed kunoichi in her heart, doubted everything, yet in her mind, yearned to believe that their dreams would come true, just as he promised. Her mind dominated her body. It seemed she trusted her mind alot when around him.
"Alright. I trust you..."
Face stoic and emotionless, Orochimaru nodded his silent thanks, searching her glassy orbs. She cried alot, he noticed, probably not around others, but particularly around him. It was probably her only chance to vent out her feelings, seeing as she had to practically kiss up to every person in the village to earn their respect. Which she wasn't doing a good job of by the way.
"I have traveled all night to come see you. But...Tsunade, you're in no condition to handle my presence. It disappoints me so, because I would have hoped I would give you pleasure without seeing those beautiful eyes tear up like an oncoming tsunami. Which is why I must ask you, is this what you want right now?"
Without thinking twice about any of the consequences of her actions, she nodded her head as her awareness of his erection became more and more blatant. Tsunade didn't know whether to have him in the shower or in the bedroom, the floor wouldn't do seeing as she just cleansed herself.
"Where do you want me?," she requested seductively, arms looped around his neck in one fluent motion.
Orochimaru's answer came almost unexpectantly, but she got the picture. Thrusting open the shower curtain, he gestured towards the water dials while gazing at her with enough of his evil malice to nearly make her melt under his scrutiny.
"If I don't get out of this shower, i'll freeze to death. You're hogging all the water, love."
A fierce blush coloured her cheeks before quickly getting out of his embrace to turn off the water. When she turned around, he was waiting for her with a towel in his outstretched hands, one already around his waist. Words couldn't describe the desires he felt rushing throughout his veins when he gazed upon her shapely form, wet and his favorite way of seeing her, naked. There was something in her eyes when they caught stares. It seemed to have transformed because right before he blinked, she looked as desperate as any living creature he's ever seen, but right after he blinked, her ambers were set ablaze with what he was feeling for her. Desire.
Meeting up to him, he wrapped the towel slowly around her, at the same time bringing her close in a gentle embrace. She giggled softly. Obviously, he forgot about a towel for her hair, but hey, what kind of man would he be if he payed attention to everything? Content with being in his arms for the moment, she hugged him around his stomach, feeling him secure her towel.
"So I take it, you'd rather make love in my bedroom?"
"Exactly, my wonderfully blonde Tsunade," he mused, receiving a light pinch on his upper arm.
"Shut up..."
Just about had it with their proximity, the Hokage lifted her head and gave her black haired lover a look that spoke for itself. Kissing was something he wasn't fond of prior to their relationship, but after being with her, he's learned to appreciate the occasional kiss, sometimes sweet or his favorite, rough. It all depended on her mood, and dare he say it he loved when she was rough. Cocking a smirk, he whispered teasingly, "Yes? Can I help you?"
Tsunade wasn't in the mood for games any longer. It was taking up nearly all her strength just to concentrate past her throbbing head. Playing into his games would only cause her to get frustrated, which was exactly what he wanted. Instead, she grabbed the back of his neck and demanded, "Kiss me, fucker..."
Orochimaru laughed, leaning down to comply with her wishes. Before either could indulge in the delight of their lips against eachothers, a firm knock was heard on the bedroom door. It grew more persistent with each passing moment until Tsunade could finally decipher who it was.
"Tsunade!! Hey, are you awake?!"
Ambers widening at the familiarity of the voice, the blonde haired Hokage chanced a worried glance up at Orochimaru. His face was plastered with a grim expression, snake-like honey eyes peering down at her with a worried look as well.
"...It's Shizune. I'm already late for work as it is. Plus I have to check on Sanosuke and see if he's had any breakfast," she said barely higher than a whisper.
"Why are you late for work? You slept in, I presume?," Orochimaru queried.
A perplexed frown appeared on his face when he saw her cheeks flush, a bold pomegranate colour. She never blushed like that unless it was him who caused it. Her eyes looked away from him towards the bathroom door, wishing with all her might he'd let her go so she could answer the frantically knocking Shizune.
"I have to answer the door..." Tsunade slowly lifted her eyes up at him, tentative. "Wait for me? It won't take more than a few minutes."
With a hardly noticeable nod, he received a kiss on his cheek before having his arms disengaged from around her towel-clad form. The Godaime, without looking back, walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her before striding quickly towards the bedroom door.
"I'm coming! Hold up!"
Flinging her door open, she placed an impatient hand on her hip while examining her hurried assistant. From what she could conclude, Shizune looked slightly worn out, most likely from her alcohol intake from last night which exceeded her petty limits. Tsunade felt no sympathy for her- she drank ten times what her assistant did last night.
"Tsunade-sama! It's Jiraiya! I woke up this morning to hear news that he was hospitalized!"
For an unknown reason, concern began to bubble up from her stern facade, furrowing her eyebrows and deepening the look in her stoic ambers.
"What happened?," Tsunade quickly replied, knowing she wasn't going to like what her assistant had to say next.
"The bar fight you got into last night with him, Tsunade! You've broken two of his ribs and he's fell unconscious! His bruises are all over! The medical nin say that without your healing powers, it'll be at least a week for him to recover and sign out of the hospital!"
'Shit...I didn't know how rough I was with him. It's bad enough i've broken his ribs before. I bet this is bringing up bad memories for him, even as he's lying unconscious...'
Closing her eyes, she exhaled a deep, shaky breath, the guilt not allowing her to make the smart retort she originally planned on pronouncing. What had she done? The poor man. She'd definitely had to pay him a visit when she got the chance.
"Is he stable?"
"Hai. I didn't know whether you wanted me to heal him or not, so I left him alone. If you want to see him, I urge you to heal his wounds and ribs, Tsunade..."
With a silent nod, the blonde turned back into her room and slowly closed the door, leaning her shoulder on it. She listened quietly as Shizune's heels left down the hall until she could hear nothing at all. That was when the tears began to well up in her large, amber eyes.
'Why must I always be so vulgar with him? I wasn't even thinking straight when I started that fight. In fact, I can't even remember how we ended up on the floor...when I kissed him-'
A sharp gasp sounded through the tranquility of her bedroom as realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She had kissed Jiraiya. It was brief, but she did. Why? How come she kissed him? Was it the booze that made her do it or was it out of her own free will? At the moment, she was so shocked with herself, she didn't even think she could return to her awaiting Sannin lover in the bathroom. About to decide upon making him leave, he appeared from out of the bathroom with the most disappointed look she's ever seen in her life.
"...Tsunade. You went out drinking? You have a son for crying out loud. You would put sake infront of your only child?"
"No I wouldn't!," she shouted tearily, becoming defensive. "No the hell I wouldn't do that! I'm a good ass parent, bastard! Don't you ever say that again or else you'll be leaving here with four broken limbs and I mean it, fucker!"
The room suddenly fell dead silent, the only sounds were her soft, choked weeps as she buried her face into her hands. Orochimaru resented her tears, hated them with a passion he hasn't even heard of. When she cried, he wanted to. But he was the strong one in this relationship and she's made that point pretty blunt over the past five years.
Slowly, Tsunade sank to the floor as her damp, golden locks created a veil around her face, weeps evolving into hysterical sobs. His heart wrenched at the sight and before he could walk away from the situation, made the decision to comfort her. He walked up to her then got onto his knees as well, wrapped his arms around her tightly. She didn't have the strength to fight him, only to accept his affections, hugging his neck tightly. As she cried into his chest, Orochimaru soothed her with gentle rubs to her back along with comforting words. This worked, he was relieved to find out.
"There is no need to cry, love. I'm right here...," he whispered tenderly, inwardly ashamed at what he had reduced her to. Either she drop the crying fits or he'd have to reconsider their relationship.
The Hokage gradually began to calm down until her sobbing became hiccuped, trembling breaths, sniffling accompanying them. Her eyes were red and tired as her already thumping head was thrashing with a migrane she was sure would stick around all day.
"I...I don't think now's a good time, Orochimaru. I have a feeling i'm going to be pretty busy today," she managed to say through her gentle hiccups.
Orochimaru slowly pulled from their embrace, far enough so he could see her face. He knotted his brows. Pitiful was what he could describe her condition. Her eyes were puffy like a teenager who had just been dumped from a boyfriend of six months and her face was as red as the blood running inside of him. He would have scolded her, but as the woman he loved, he had to refrain from it. Tsunade stared at him in silent awe as he wiped away her tears with both hands, shaking his head, paying no mind to her previous words.
"No more crying. I may provoke you, but that is no excuse to start your waterworks. Tears get you nowhere, you should know that."
Her small nod indicated her response, the snake Sannin sighing afterwards. Once finished with drying her tears, he kissed her diamond adorned forehead then her lips. Tsunade moaned as she slowly pulled away from his lips. Puzzled, he watched as she squirmed uncomfortably under his mellow scrutiny.
"What's wrong?"
"...You...you have to go, Orochimaru. I already told you. I have alot of work ahead of me today and the village has no sympathy for a blonde with a hangover..."
She tightened the towel around her body instinctively, well aware of his heavy stare. He was upset, she knew. He had plans he wished to carry out with her, she knew, yet he didn't plan on having to leave so soon, and she knew that as well. Tsunade always found the hardest part of his departure was having to say goodbye. She didn't want to. He didn't want to. But they had to. They've spent the majority of their lives not having to follow a damn word someone threw at them. But now, like young teenagers, having to have their relationship in tryst, just to please other people. To keep the peace.
"As if you couldn't piss me off any further, Tsunade," Orochimaru muttered bitterly, honey eyes unusually soft as he leaned down to kiss her.
As soon as she felt the gentle brush of his lips upon hers, she turned her head, saddened and utterly hurt. The confused Sannin couldn't understand what she was feeling, nonetheless why she was now refusing intimacy. Suddenly, when he finally wanted to become just a tad bit more romantic, she went and ruined it by denying him, which happened to be the one thing he had badly hoped for in their relationship. But today, all he wanted was to be passionate with her, but she wasn't complying.
'She just makes things more and more complicated...'
"Why do you refuse? Kiss me, then I shall leave you alone, Tsunade..."
"Orochimaru, stop it. I don't want to."
"Five minutes ago, you weren't complaining when we were in the shower. What makes now so different?," Orochimaru retorted impatiently, growing angry.
Tsunade was becoming angry as well, her thin patience breaking with each word that came from his slithering mouth. If he wasn't so damn sexy, she would have beat the hell out of him, just because she wanted to. But now, the only way it seemed like she was going to get out of the situation, was by giving him something more vehement than words.
"It's different this time because now you're pissing me off!"
Out of nowhere, not even seeing it coming, Orochimaru felt his face burn immensely from a sharp, numbing slap. Growling in pain, he gingerly touched the affliction as Tsunade quickly scrambled to her feet, so to get away from him if he tried to do something.
"Godammit, woman! You better pray my hand doesn't make you pay for you've done to me...," he cursed lowly, Tsunade striding towards her bureau where her ninja tools were secretly stored.
"I dare you! I fucking dare you, Orochimaru! Lay one finger on me and I won't hesitate-"
As fast as lightning, he pinned her down to the floor, but unluckily for him, just as she grabbed a kunai knife. Both were on the floor now, breathing heavily, golden eyes staring into ambers that never ceased to stop emitting ablazed hatred. She had the kunai pressed against his throat with her right hand, her left hand imprisoned by one of his.
Gritting her teeth, she pressed the knife closer against his neck, seeing his eyes widen. She didn't want to commit the unthinkable, but as malovence took over his eyes and a smirk splayed across his face, she was beginning to have second thoughts. He really hasn't changed. He enjoyed things like this, she had to remember.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Kill me, Tsunade. You're one and only love. The father to our beautiful child."
Her hand quivered as the kunai knife gently shook at his throat. He was manipulating her like he always did. Using the same sugar-coated words, the same excuses. And every word he spoke was true, taken to her heart and threatening to make her actions do a one-eighty.
"Shut up...," she whispered, helplessly staring up at him as his smirk turned triumphant. Gasping, she felt as his hand grabbed her wrist, deliberately pressing the knife even closer to his pale throat. Tsunade wasn't aware of how long she went without breathing when her ears picked up the sound of a shaken gasp from her mouth. She felt tears threatening to breach, but she forced them back.
"Just know that when you do kill me, you as well will be killed- in your guilt. Those gorgeous eyes of yours will well up with tears each time you see our precious son and you'll damn me for eternity whenever your sexual desires are unfulfilled. Because you know what?"
She didn't want to know what he was going to say next, but saw no choice but to listen as he leaned in towards her ear.
"...You'll remain sexually frustrated because you won't have the heart to find anyone else. Misery is something I do not wish to see written on your beautiful face, but if you want to kill me, then that fate will be inevitable..."
Tsunade let out a shuddered cry as he licked the shell of her ear, causing newfound desires to manifest inside her aching body. She hated when he guilted her. He was extremely hard to ignore as it was, but when he persuaded her into things she knew she wanted to do, it only made it that much more harder. Slowly, the pressure of the kunai knife was lifted from his throat until she released it, the tool falling onto the floor beside her head. Orochimaru's smirk couldn't have been more wider.
"Hmm, so you choose to let me live? What an angel you are, my sweet," he chuckled evily, kissing from her ear down to her neck.
Unable to deny him, having her emotional strength sapped from her very being as it was, Tsunade was partially helpless as he continued with his ministrations, suckling her neck which milked soft, hiccuped moans from her full lips.
"Stop...Orochimaru, please. I don't want to...not now..."
"You have no say in this, Tsunade. It's either now or wait another week, probably longer, until I can return to you. I as well have things I must take care of. If you're not ready now, i'll make you ready," he whispered silkily, releasing one of her wrists to travel down her towel-clad body.
Writhing gently beneath him, the blonde haired kunoichi lightly urged him to stop while he was ahead, failing miserably in her attempt to halt his actions as she arched at his manipulative touch. Orochimaru unceremoniously slid his hand inbetween her thighs, prying one open with ease in which she had tried to keep both of them shut. A mused chuckle escaped his lips when he felt her trying to close her legs. It was futile, she should know that by now.
"Don't deny me, love. Desire me like I do for you."
"Orochimaru, wait. I said not...now...STOP IT!!" Tsunade, with her free right hand, smacked him right across his face, tears glossing over her angry auburns.
The black haired man barely recoiled from such an infliction, merely smirking wider down at her, evil clear in his honey eyes. His hand reached her hot entrance, relishing in the soft velvet folds, soaking wet with hidden desire. He teased her with gentle strokes along the outside of her petals, small moans singing through his ears, tentatively. Without permission, he slid in a thick forefinger through her smoldering caverns, small chuckles emitting from his throat as her muscles gripped him tightly. She cried his name unwillingly, arching, making her ample breasts jut out towards his chest.
"Orochimaru!!"
"My, my. It seems like someone's pliant. And tight as well," he mused over her soft moans, pumping his finger slowly inside of her.
"No, please!!," Tsunade cried gently, her free hand swiftly grabbing his wrist located between her thighs.
Orochimaru stopped his working finger, stared down evily into her helpless ambers. She wanted it, he could tell. Why she was fighting him, he couldn't understand. She looked just like a damsel in distress, prey in his manipulative eyes. He favored the look on his opponents, but loved it even more when she used it to deny him.
"No? What's the matter? Am I being too gentle? You want it like this?"
Slowly, he added his middle digit, stretching her wider which earned him an appreciative, throaty moan. She could be stretched to much greater proportions, he knew from experience, but for now he'd toy with her. He wanted to see her crack from the ridiculous facade she was portraying infront of him. It pleased him to no days end.
Tsunade groaned softly, gripped her hand firmer around his wrist as she felt pussy muscles constricting tighter around his digits. It was taking all of her being to stop herself from pulling his fingers out, yet with a touch as magical as his, she couldn't resist. A man's touch was something she hadn't had the luxury of enjoying too often. Hell, even her migrane was ebbing away from his touch. In spite of his sinister manipulating, she slowly welcomed his intentions without a fight, her body becoming passive. She released her hand from his wrist while gazing up at him, desperate.
"Orochimaru..."
"Yes? Do you want more?," he said calmly, amusement ceasing to leave his voice.
"...Please?"
"That's a good girl. You are always so difficult, but I know how to break you, my beautiful hime..."
A loud, passion filled cry escaped her luscious lips as he entered a third finger into her lubricated walls, his thumb teasing her hardened bud with languid strokes. When he touched her just right, doubt was no longer a problem for the Godaime. "Ohhhh, Orochimaru..." She tried desperately to take in as much pleasure as she could, yielding to the feel of his thrusting fingers plunging into her passage of newly forming juices. Tsunade lifted her body off the floor slightly, the only thing she knew she could do to endure it all.
His desires heightening with each moan that fluttered from her mouth, he had found it time to stop the foreplay and get to business. She came down abruptly from her high when she felt his fingers leave her caverns, emitting a protesting groan subsequently. Tsunade's lips turned into a frown as she watched him lick off every digit he penetrated her with, coated generously with her hot fluids. He was teasing her and that frustrated her.
"Why did you stop?..."
After finishing off the last finger, he retracted his extensive tongue back into his mouth, malovent eyes piercing into her amber ones.
"We mustn't waste time, dearest. You have your job as a Hokage to attend to. The village needs your guidance and you mustn't make them wait a minute longer," he whispered mockingly, his hands slowly hiking her towel up to her hips.
"You bastard...I couldn't give a rats ass how long I keep them waiting."
Thrusting out her hand, she snatched a section of his hair and pulled his face until their noses touched. Feral lust had overtaken her eyes, never looking more exotic. Orochimaru smirked as he returned his hand sneakily between her legs.
"I've spent a week sex deprived and i'll be damned if I let you go now. Fuck me or by gods, i'll beat the hell out of you," Tsunade breathed seductively, working her fingers through his hair until they clasped his roots.
Orochimaru let out a sinister snicker as he reached her womanhood once more, her folds now ridiculously wet from his previous ministrations.
"Such a change of heart. Before you wanted me to leave. Make up your mind, Tsunade." Immediately, she crushed her lips against his, her soft hums giving him her answer. He opened her mouth with his tongue, intruding the sweet delight with a desperate fervor. Her body instantly jolted when he went back to assaulting her pussy, her hips rolling to his phenomenal fingers. She wanted him so badly, it seemed that there was nothing at all that could alter her engrossment with her Sannin lover. Unless it was her son of course.
For the second time that morning, another knock came upon her bedroom door, this time, with a small but rapid rapping. Nobody knocked like that but her son. Never had Tsunade damned having a child than she did at that moment. Sanosuke really had to find a hobby or something because his interruptions were really starting to get on her nerves. Forcing her mouth apart from Orochimaru's rapturous one, she let out a groan, half in agitation and half in pleasure. Her migrane was slowly seeping back into her head and to make matters worse, Orochimaru removed his hand from her womanhood. Honestly, couldn't a woman have a hangover in peace?
"Not now, Sanosuke!"
"But mommy, I wanna see Jiraiya! Shizune said he's in the hospital!," he cried worryingly on the other side of the door, close to tears.
Those words suddenly flicked a switch inside of Orochimaru's mind, Tsunade inwardly damning herself further for having a child- a big mouthed child at that. Her black haired lover stared down at her, eyes wide with astonishment combined with a hint of hurt. She blushed gently while looking away, utterly ashamed. The Godaime knew of his hatred for the third Sannin of their group, Jiraiya. Hearing that name made him seethe and he never wanted to hear it in the same sentence with her name. But to hear his own son talk about the perverted toad sage with such emotion, as if he was supposedly his father instead, it infuriated yet upset the snake Sannin above anything he's ever felt. Even his love for Tsunade.
"...Please don't get angry...Sanosuke is...fond of him. You mustn't be upset, it's his god father-"
"As if I wasn't pissed enough when you told me you named that bastard the god father to our son. What has gone through your mind, woman?"
"Nothing. I wanted him to be his god father. That's my child as well, you have no right to stop my intentions," Tsunade snapped tearily, refusing to cry.
Orochimaru was oblivious to it all, anger blinding his focus, his feelings for the woman fueling his argument.
"So you deliberately pissed me off, is that it? You knew I wouldn't like it and yet you did it anyway?-"
"You're damn right I did!," she whispered loudly. "That is my son and I want him to be happy! If you were any kind of father, you'd look past this stupid grudge and accept your son's happiness as well."
It seemed to hit him right where it hurt. His pride and heart were both struck at the same time when she said that and before he could respond, Sanosuke tried desperately to persuade his mother once more from the other side of the door.
"Please, mommy! I promise I won't ask you for anything else!"
Tsunade glared at the door then up at the snake Sannin to see his reaction, the only thing etched on his face was a sour frown. He certainly didn't like giving in when he was so used to other people giving into him, especially her.
"Fine," Orochimaru spat quietly, staring daggers down at the blonde haired woman. "But only because...it is the only thing I know in my power that I can give my son."
Closing her eyes, she exhaled a silent sigh before responding to her son's pleas. "Get ready, sweetheart! I'm giving you half an hour!"
The cheers of their little boy went through both their ears with a bitter after taste, the heated couple refusing to look at eachother. It wasn't until she was sure that her son had left that she opened her eyes and glanced up at the stubborn Otokage. Behind all of his reluctance and apprehension was simply a father who was desperate to give something- anything to his son who could never even know his name. Tsunade struggled to fight her tears as she lifted her hand to gingerly touch his cheek. Orochimaru still didn't look at her, eyes focused on an unknown object.
"...That was the most sweetest thing you've ever done for him. Thank you..."
He scoffed, hung his head. Her ambers were staring into snake-like honey ones, hers warm with love, his deepened with regret.
"He may be happy, but I am not. I will warn you that I won't agree with something else like that again. Even if it's for his benefit."
Taken back from his blatant reply, she scrunched up her face in rage before striking him across his face, so hard he flew onto his back.
"You ignorant bastard!! How dare you say something like that?!," Tsunade yelled, ambers glossy with unshed tears. Slowly standing up, she fixed her towel around her body while Orochimaru growled loudly from his position on the floor. Opening an eye, he scowled up at the kunoichi, damning her super human strength.
"When I get my hands on you, woman!," he hissed while helping himself up.
The amber eyed Sannin narrowed her eyes, hand on her towel gripping the material tighter. "Don't you dare touch me! I won't hesitate next time to use my dagger on you!," she warned firmly.
Both Sannin standing mere feet away from eachother, glaring dagger filled stares at one another, the only thing that seemed to keep them from going all out and fighting was the fact that they were both undressed. Lips wobbling, Tsunade swiftly spun around making her long, wet hair swing over her shoulder.
"Get out. I don't want to see your face, you despicable monster..."
Orochimaru widened his eyes, full of astonishment. As quickly as he widened his eyes, he narrowed them once more, words unable to describe the hurt inside of him. The last time she called him that was a while ago. He could recall the first time she allowed him to pull down her panties, but at the last minute, refused to let him do so. There were definite trust issues with them five years ago and it was hard to believe that Tsunade used to distrust him, especially in the bed.
'A...monster?'
Without saying another word they both dressed in silence, Tsunade fully aware of his furtive glances at her half naked body. He felt like a damn idiot and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out either. After satisfied with her outfit, she went nonchalantly into the bathroom past Orochimaru who was thrusting his arms through his sleeves. Boy did he hate when she held grudges. Likewise with the Hokage, but she wasn't going to let up that easily.
Drying her hair with a towel, she examined her clothes a little closely in the mirror, fixing her shirt until the desired amount of cleavage showed. Her hand extended for her hair brush, but stopped mid way when an arm wrapped around her waist from behind. It was taking all her self control to stop herself from punching him in his face. His hard body pressed up against her, teasing her with its intense warmth, Tsunade refusing to melt into the contours of his strong form. It was tough to ignore him like that when her mind was screaming at her to relax into his arms. Finally, after several agonizing moments, he broke the ice with a kiss to her ear. Shivers rolled down her spine as she refused to look at him through the mirror.
"...I may be a monster, but that doesn't mean I don't love you, my gorgeous Tsunade."
She let out a steady breath, ready to tell him to leave before she did something she'd regret. But like before, he delayed her actions with one of his own, gently moving her blonde locks over her shoulder, his lips kissing her hot flesh subsequently.
"I'll give you some time to cool off. I want you to desire me just a little bit more when I return. The next time you see me, there won't be words, just actions."
Tsunade held in her moan when he kissed on the sensitive crook of her neck, damning him for knowing her sexual weaknesses. "You'll practically spread your legs yourself, without any of my help," he chuckled with a sinister stare in his eyes, lusting at the blonde through the mirror.
"...Leave," she managed quietly, coming out as a pre-mature moan.
A small smirk at his lips, he pulled away from her neck, unraveling his arms from around her small waist. "Until we meet again, love..."
Her ambers finally lifted to look at her reflection, only to be surprisingly saddened when she was the only one looking back at her. He left. She didn't know when he'd return. A sudden sense of guilt rose inside of her, causing her refrained tears to fall freely down her face.
'It's all my fault.'
It looked like she'd have to play the waiting game. Until he returned, she'd have to be sex deprived even longer, probably having to wait even more than the excruciating week she already struggled to endure. Tsunade had a feeling that she wasn't going wait. It was either her 'Thousand Years of Pleasure' jutsu or she'd have to go to drastic measures- cheating.
A/N: Don't you just hate children? lmao. This is one of the reasons why I myself do not want kids. Was that enough intimacy for you, Oro/Tsu pervs? I'm sorry to say but its going to be a while until these two see eachother again, not for a few more chapters. But don't worry and don't stop reading, 'cause I can guarantee Tsunade's going to be getting alot more where that came from, but not from Orochimaru lolz. Trust me, I know what i'm doing and no i'm not crazy. This is still a Oro/Tsu fanfic, believe me. Leave a review and tell me how you feel upset, but still loyal readers! Ja ne.