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In a Softer Light	By : SSShitstorm Category: Naruto > General Views: 1818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N : Sorry for the shortness. I just needed to post SOMETHING to get me out of this funk/writer's block.

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Heat

On him, in him, between them. Skin slick with sweat. Hot breath on his throat as she leans in, breath ragged at his ear.

He wants to move, with her, in her, hands on her hips as she rides him, but a heaviness pervades him. He does nothing as she uses him, and he wants nothing more than to spend himself inside her.

Head thrown back, keening wail in her throat reaching a fever pitch. A needy mewl, a growl, snarl, roar, all articulated into one demure request, one desperate plea-

“Ero-sennin!”

“Ero-sennin?”

Part of Jiraiya is aware that he's waking up. Part of him is also aware that Naruto is still to some extent pressed against his body on the far too small bed.

Groggily he opens an eye. Then the other, and finds himself looking into an equally sleepy pair of bright blue eyes obscured by messy blonde bangs.

Now part of him realizes that far-too realistic dream he just enjoyed was about Naruto. And it dawns on him that part of him had been awake and alert far before his mind was. And that the curve of his student's back was incidentally pressed against said alert parts and /”Oh god there's no way she doesn't feel that”/

Fuck.

Thank kami, apparently she doesn't. Or at least she doesn't say anything as she scrambles out of bed. And Jiraiya scrambles to wrap himself in sheets from the waist down.

“Your eyes are looking a bit red.”

Naruto pauses from rummaging through her bag, and lets out a perturbed snort.

“No surprise, given how much you let me drink last night.”

Which reminded him. She managed to knock down over 700 ryou in drinks. Ouch.

“Let you?” Jiraiya grumbles, scratching the back of his head. “I didn't say you could clean out the bar-”

“What else was I supposed to do?” comes the muffled reply, face completely submerged into her pack.

“You COULD be practicing.” he deadpans, sliding off the bed with an enormous effort, the shrieking floorboards making him wince.

“Practice?” Naruto sneers at him. “Practice WHAT? It's not like you've taught me ANYTHING lately that didn't related to skipping out on tabs and avoiding angry prostitutes!”

He opens his mouth to retaliate, but comes up short. Explaining to Naruto exactly how and why the women weren't simple prostitutes, but hostesses and sake girls would take far to long. Convincing her that he actually hadn't requested their 'services' since their training began would take even longer.

Fuck, even he didn't think about that. A year and a half dry spell wasn't exactly intentional on his part, but it wasn't like he could hire one in good conscience with a fifteen year old girl tailing him. A bit of flirting, flashing, maybe the occasional girl in his lap, just enough to make things easier when he took his showers at night. He needed SOME kind of outlet with the blonde jinchuuriki bouncing around all over the place.

And he's cruelly reminded of just HOW bouncy as she twists around to peruse a different bag, chest unbound and free under her thin nightshirt.

/Too thin/ and with a grimace, and every bit of self-control he could muster, pries himself out of bed and over to her side.

“Naruto.” he kneels beside her pausing for a moment as she dives headfirst back into the bag (again) and pulls her out by the shoulders when she doesn't come back out.

“Hey-!”

“Naruto -look- at me” he repeats, cupping her chin with his hand and turning her to face him.

She's wide eyed and innocent, just like normal, but there's noticeable flecks of red distributed throughout the blue, and her pupils are just a wee bit too long to be human. Great. He was afraid of this.

“Uh”

She pries his hand off, looking the slightest bit uncomfortable. “You alright, ero-sennin?”

“Take your shirt off.”

“Wh-wha- NO!” she sputtered, backing away. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Jiraiya blows out a breath, clutching his forehead. “I just need to see the seal.”

“Fine” she bites her lip, the faintest hint of a blush on her face and she pulls up the nightshirt, revealing her midrift and the intricate spiral ink burning over it.

“Are you focusing your chakra at all?”

“No.”

“Do you have any idea when it started showing again?”

She frowns, biting her lip in thought.

“It's kinda been showing up off and on for a month now, but it hasn't faded at all since last night.”

That's not good. That's not good at ALL. Then again, she was young. It could simply be fluctuating with her hormones, which ALSO wasn't good (he'd avoided thinking about that for ages)

A slightly more frightening possibility would be in addition to the hormones, her own subconscious was the problem. And that indeed was a problem, considering that bijuu in particular play on already present emotions. If she was scared, Kyuubi would latch right onto that. Fear? Kyuubi. Angst? Kyuubi.

He decides to, yet again, avoid mulling over what effects her hormones could be having on Kyuubi. Or vice-versa.

“Have you seen my-?”

Jiraiya comes reeling back into reality, Naruto stares at him, doe-eyed, sitting in a pile of their belongings like a nest.

“What now?”

“My ramen. It's what I've been looking for the past half hour.” she makes a perturbed face. “You SURE you feeling alright?”

He exhales “No, I haven't seen it, and yes, I'm fine.”

/yeah right/

He's reminded again -painfuly- of the problem down south

She scowls, folding her arms. “I could've sworn I stocked up before we left..”

“Forget that.” the elder ninja pries himself to his feet. “We'll go out for breakfast today. And after that we'll move into the forest and get some training done for once.”

“Are you serious?” she asks, eyes bright, toothy grin plastered on her face.

“Dead.” and before he can stop her, she's ripped open the door and down the hallway.

“Naruto!”

“What?!”

“Please, for the love of god.” he rubs his temples, eyes closed.

“Get dressed first.”
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