Tsunade’s bedroom, moonlight slipping through the open window. She’s leaning against the balcony in her robe, hair loose. You walk in quietly, shirt half unbuttoned.

You: You’re up late again.

Tsunade: glances back, voice low Couldn’t sleep. Thinking about you.

You: smirk Dangerous thoughts, or sweet ones?

Tsunade: walks over slowly, robe slipping slightly off one shoulder The kind that make me want to misbehave.

You: That so?

Tsunade: Mhm. runs a finger down your chestYou come in here looking like that, and expect me to be good?

You: I was hoping you wouldn’t be.

She pulls you in by the collar, kisses you hard. You stumble back, laughing between breaths as she pushes you toward the bed.

Tsunade: Shut up and lie down.

You: Bossy tonight.

Tsunade: whispers against your ear Always. And you love it.