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I Wonder if She Knows	By : LadyTsunadeSama Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I was bored, this is a short, unedited PWP one shot. It was inspired by a really old rockabilly song I heard, but I didn't want to make a songfic exactly. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and thanks in advance for any reviews you may want to leave :)

In the pale darkness Ino turned over and sat up. her back was stiff and her thighs strained from having been in that position so long. Flexibility might have been a talent of hers, but she was in no way prepared to have her ankles behind her head all night. Though despite all that, she was ridiculously well fucked and and satisfied. Silently, she thanked Kurenai for the advice she had given her about older men.

Jiraiya was exactly the kind of lover that Kurenai had said he'd be, though Ino had had to drink a glass of wine to erase the thought of Jiraiya fucking Kurenai into the mattress. But in the end it had all been worth it. She drew a sheet from the bed with her to cover her nudity, though that seemed so pointless now. He'd seen everything and her apartment was on the tenth floor and anyone tall enough to see in her windows deserved a look, she often joked. Staring out into the clear night she could see the town below, only a few lights twinkled in the windows below. Most of the town, except for the bars and hotels were closed. Most families had tucked in their children and gone to sleep as well. Only lovers, like she and Jiraiya were awake now.

She glanced over her shoulder and sighed, Jiraiya was asleep, spent and worn from their lovemaking. His god-like form was covered by the quilt on Ino's bed. His breath came softly, moving a strand of white hair that had fallen on his cheek lightly. Ino let her eyes drift over his form with a smile, her heart swelled a little as she took in a breath herself and smelled his musk which was lightly permeating the room. In the past two months her feelings had grown despite her resolve to keep this sexual. Tearing her eyes away she went back to the window and staring now at the moon. She was no fool.

Jiraiya moved in his sleep, turning over to find himself alone. His dreams had been filled of a busty blonde with piercing amber colored eyes. Someone who could make him stop in his tracks, make his heart race or tremble with need. Someone who had truly voluptuous curves that begged for his dirty hands to trace. Since the day he had seen her, he'd been in love. A small smile played on his face as he looked at the girl by the window, she was perfect. Skin creamy as buttermilk, hair like golden waves falling in her face, not tied back as usual but ruffled from their romps. Her body was slender, curvy, busty. Her eyes were like twin swirling whirlpools of -- what color were they? He honestly didn't know. Yes, she was perfect, too bad she wasn't the woman in his dreams.

No, that woman rejected him. She had broken up with him quickly one night and walked away. It had been partially his fault, he did have a wandering eye. He was known to openly flirt. had he cheated? Yes. Once. Or twice. Maybe if she hadn't been so cold to him.. Jiraiya shuddered with memories and with a groan he sat up and turned to look at the half empty bottle on the night stand. Reaching for it he took deep drink before turning to Ino. The whiskey blurred his vision enough...

"Well," he said with very little slur, "If you can still walk, then I must not have finished the job."

Ino blushed darkly when she turned to face him. "Maybe not. How can you possibly be ready for round two?"

"Round two? Pssh, that was hours ago. We must be on round ten or so by now." He was only half kidding. She had drained him in the literal sense, now it was just sensation. Dragging himself from the bed, not bothering to cover up, he walked toward her. He was already half erect, thick manhood rising from a patch of white curls that matched his disturbingly light hair.

In front of Ino, he pulled the sheet from her and dropped it on the floor. Without waiting for her approval or rejection he took her lips with his own. He had long since stopped asking permission, he just took. It saved the pain of rejection. Jiraiya's hand were rough from producing rasengan thousands of times, but when stroked over her cool smooth skin the sensation seemed to send sparks all over her body like the charge from a cattle prod. Her breathe hitched in her chest as deep pools of black stared intently at her, an evil smirk crossed his face.

Ino looked up at him with a blush that would have passed for virginal had he not just screwed her into her sheets. When their lips met he snarled into the kiss roughly. Jiraiya was on auto pilot now, he knew all the ways to handle a woman's body even without thinking about it. It was all too fresh in his mind...

"Tsunade, we can work this out." Jiraiya looked at the blonde girl of his dreams with wide yes that belonged to a ten year old, not a twenty something man.
"Sorry, Jiraiya. We both know you are better off free. You are a wanderer and you'd never be happy with a family," she had said, turning from him. Truthfully, Tsunade couldn't stand to see him hurt and it was plain he was.

That remark in itself had hurt more than her rejection. She really didn't know him at all. That had cut deeper than a kunai to the heart. She had never given time to hear his desires to settle and have a family, with her. Only her.

"That isn't true, Tsu--"
"Don't make this harder than it has to be." Tsunade sighed and kept her steady pace along the dirty road without so much as looking back.

Ino's shrill yelp brought Jiraiya back to the present. For a moment his vision was blurred, but when it cleared he realized exactly what was happening for the first time in months. He was fucking a twenty years his junior in a drunken horny frenzy as she clung helplessly to the windowsill. And he realized for the first time that her hair was the same blonde but that was where similarities stopped. Her eyes were not amber. Her body was not thick and ripe.

Anger, for himself mostly, boiled in his veins and he hissed. Grabbing tighter hold of Ino's hips he slammed himself into her once more, emptying his seed-- which had failed as far as he knew to produce an heir-- into her well used orifice. Might as well finish the deed, he thought dismally. Not even sure if she'd finished he pulled away, heading towards the bathroom. Ino stood there gasping for air and trembling. Her needs well met a long time ago, the rest was just wonderful extras.

When he returned she was lying on the bed, sheet up to her chest, watching the bathroom door. Her heart fell when he came out dressed, looking for his shoes. He found the geta by the door and slipped his feet into them. "I won't be back this time, this isn't good for either of us."

"What do you mean?" Ino gasped. "I-- I--"

He guessed her next words, he'd sad them before and had them said to him. "No, girl, you don't, you just think you do. I can't love you, Ino. I don't even own my own heart. How can I give it to you?"

Ino was too stunned to say anything else, just watch him go. She imagined the image of the hokage in her mind. Tall, proud, those damned huge breasts. She was smug, Ino thought. Jiraiya was just a notch on her belt, wasn't he? She wondered if maybe the hokage had been involved with Kakashi as well? What about all the other male ANBU and such who fell at her feet. Sickened she turned away from the door, a tear splattering on her hand.

"I wonder if she knows?" Ino whispered before bursting into sobs that echoed in the room.
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