The Tale Of An Utterly Old Lady. [Jiraiya x OC]

Chapter 10 | Icha Icha Paradise

Chapter 10 | Icha Icha Paradise

"W-We can do...just one."

We can do just one, my ass! Why did you say it so shyly, too? I wanted to hit my own hand for mindlessly grabbing his shoulder.

"Heh! I knew it!" exclaimed Jiraiya as he eagerly turned his body and leaned in towards me. "So you did want a piece of this, after all!"

I rolled my eyes.

"You're making me regret my decision..." I sighed, knowing full well that even with all my complaints, nothing could deny the growing anticipation I had for what we were about to engage in. "Let's...get it over with. Just one kiss, okay?"

"And if you end up wanting some more, I'll gladly comply." Again, there was that confident smile on his face as he said this, and heat gathered in my cheeks at the suggestion.

"I'm not gonna ask for more!"

In truth, I was worried I actually would.

"Anyway..." I cleared my throat. I put my hands on the bed in front of me, as I quietly dragged myself towards him. Once we were close enough, I rested my hands on my lap, awkwardly sitting on my legs. Meanwhile, Jiraiya seemed to be the more relaxed one between the two of us. He moved himself so that he sat facing me, his legs crossed, while the usual annoying smile was plastered on his face as he watched me.

"You're still a little too far, Elena," he snickered, raising a hand to grab on my arm and pull me closer. However, his pull was a bit too strong and I fell forward. To stop myself from clashing against him, I instinctively kept myself up by putting my hands against the bed—each hand on either side of Jiraiya, and essentially trapping him in between my arms, while my head was almost against his chest.

Jiraiya whistled. "You're more eager than I thought!"

"What—'' Embarrassed, I tried to move away again, but before I could, Jiraiya put a hand against my lower back and forced me to stay in position.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I internally screamed at the feeling of his hand on my back.

"Uh, hold on..." I shifted so that my upper body wasn't awkwardly placed forward, putting my hands on his shoulders to transfer my weight on him while I moved into a more comfortable position.

"You ready?"

"...Yeah."

Someone kill me now.

With his right arm around my waist, he pulled me even closer, while his left hand cupped my cheek. With our faces so close, my mind went blank. All I could hear now was the incessant pounding of my heart.

"Your face is so red," he commented softly, but I was too out of it to respond with something snarky like usual.

And then finally, our lips met. It was just like how I remembered it: soft and so sweet I could melt into it. As he deepened the kiss, he held me even closer so that our bodies were flushed against each other and I was practically sitting on his lap.

"Ah—" the sound left my lips once he pulled away to breathe.

"Uh oh, you said only once right?"

I stared at him silently.