Better Than Nothing [Naruto fic]
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blackestfaeryWarning: Canonically, there is a huge age difference between Jiraiya and Sakura. Our lovely medic is of age, and I imagined her as being in her early twenties as I wrote this.
Better Than Nothing
Series: Naruto
Pairing: Jiraiya/Sakura
Rating: PG-13 for implied naughtiness
Word Count: 421
Summary:
He sat back against the low couch and resisted the urge to shake his head vigorously. He must have heard her wrong.
"You're joking, right?"
He held eye contact through her short walk towards him, and it wasn't until her booted feet were between his that he let his gaze slide somewhere to her knees. There was a recently healed cut peaking from just under her medic skirt. He stared at the faint pink line before swallowing.
"Why?"
Haruno was just as frustrating as her shishou. "They ... say things ... about you." She took another step forward until the couch bumped her shins. The hand he lifted to steady her was grabbed and pressed against the seam where her skirt and top met, ink-stained fingers slipping under to the warm skin beneath. "And anything's better than nothing, right?"
His eyes snapped up to hers as his fingers tightened their hold. "I don't want your pity."
"And I'm not giving it."
He considered it all and hated himself for knowing his hand had not let go and knowing it would stay until she pulled away. There shouldn’t have been any hesitations about this. He could even think of three people off the top of his head that should have guaranteed a quick death to the erection he was quickly developing. But even the thought of Nartuo, Tsunade, and Kakashi and all of the many, inventive ways they could extract their revenge if they ever found out could not stop his hand from wandering. His other hand joined its twin on her other hip, moving behind to the slope of her back as his fingers hooked into her skirt. A quick tug and she fell against him, thighs scraping over his, hands bracing her weight over his shoulders and against the back of the couch. No sudden cries from this one; no gasp of surprise.
"You've done this before." It wasn’t a question.
"Yes." There was just enough length in her arms to allow the defiant stare she gave him, pinning him with eyes much too old and serious for her unlined face.
"Ah," he said, unable and unwilling to hide the relief in his voice. One less sin to leave at his door.
Jiraiya played with the zipper tab dangling before him until she grabbed it herself and yanked down. Her shirt gaped and he couldn’t—wouldn’t—delay any longer. He felt his age more in that moment than ever before.
Better than nothing, he reminded himself before pulling her close.
Better Than Nothing
Series: Naruto
Pairing: Jiraiya/Sakura
Rating: PG-13 for implied naughtiness
Word Count: 421
Summary:
He sat back against the low couch and resisted the urge to shake his head vigorously. He must have heard her wrong.
"You're joking, right?"
He held eye contact through her short walk towards him, and it wasn't until her booted feet were between his that he let his gaze slide somewhere to her knees. There was a recently healed cut peaking from just under her medic skirt. He stared at the faint pink line before swallowing.
"Why?"
Haruno was just as frustrating as her shishou. "They ... say things ... about you." She took another step forward until the couch bumped her shins. The hand he lifted to steady her was grabbed and pressed against the seam where her skirt and top met, ink-stained fingers slipping under to the warm skin beneath. "And anything's better than nothing, right?"
His eyes snapped up to hers as his fingers tightened their hold. "I don't want your pity."
"And I'm not giving it."
He considered it all and hated himself for knowing his hand had not let go and knowing it would stay until she pulled away. There shouldn’t have been any hesitations about this. He could even think of three people off the top of his head that should have guaranteed a quick death to the erection he was quickly developing. But even the thought of Nartuo, Tsunade, and Kakashi and all of the many, inventive ways they could extract their revenge if they ever found out could not stop his hand from wandering. His other hand joined its twin on her other hip, moving behind to the slope of her back as his fingers hooked into her skirt. A quick tug and she fell against him, thighs scraping over his, hands bracing her weight over his shoulders and against the back of the couch. No sudden cries from this one; no gasp of surprise.
"You've done this before." It wasn’t a question.
"Yes." There was just enough length in her arms to allow the defiant stare she gave him, pinning him with eyes much too old and serious for her unlined face.
"Ah," he said, unable and unwilling to hide the relief in his voice. One less sin to leave at his door.
Jiraiya played with the zipper tab dangling before him until she grabbed it herself and yanked down. Her shirt gaped and he couldn’t—wouldn’t—delay any longer. He felt his age more in that moment than ever before.
Better than nothing, he reminded himself before pulling her close.
