Friday had her nails idly tapping a staccato as whiskey colored eyes stayed steady on the clock. Ten minutes until she could walk out of the building, Tsunade was surprised at herself how eager she was for the company of her perverted writer. He'd sent a single daisy along with a reminder of their date that morning and she grinned at it like an idiot for good while before responsibilities had her shifting back into work mode.

When the long dial graced twelve she was up and leaving her workstation only to be stopped and given a last minute assignment. A part of Tsunade wanted to tell the head editor to stuff it, but professionalism won out and it was a slightly grumpy woman that picked up the phone to work her skills on cajoling a reluctant author to get his ass in gear to meet deadlines.

Jiraiya walked through the maze of a building. He had hoped Tsunade would be waiting for him to get this date underway. Instead he leaned against the wall comfortably enough as her clipped tones echoed through the work space. A part of him flinched at the no nonsense tone. She used it to the same effect on him when he'd missed a deadline and it never failed to have him feeling like a small child.

"Well editing Princess," his voice carried as she set the phone down "seems your reign is alive and strong. Do they have you brow beat all the authors or is it only the worst cases that get the Senju treatment?"

Her nose wrinkled as she looked at him irritably. "I'll have you know Jiraiya, I am considered one of the best editors in the city, or does having three of my clients on the bestsellers list not speak enough for me? My methods work. Authors, as you know, are akin to small children."

"You're a piece of work Tsunade. God know why I find that abrasive nature so attractive."

She laughed at his words before pushing back in her chair and standing. "I'm not sure whether to be flattered or agitated at you. I'll settle for flattered, I think. You owe me dinner and a movie, and I aim to collect."

He held out his hand for her, wondering if she would take it. Tsunade was so hard to peg. She'd go from anger to loving woman and back again in a blink. He could spend a life time with her and still… still not know how she ticked. His thoughts stalled a bit at that. Jiraiya hadn't realized he was looking at her thinking forever.

Her small hand touched his larger one before Tsunade took a step closer and tip toed up intent on kissing his cheek and getting this date underway. Lips a hare's breath from contact pulled back as the phone shrilled. She stepped back and let her hand and shoulder's fall as the phone broke the mood.

"Let me finish up this call and we'll be able to go." The words were apologetic as heeled steps walked back to the phone and the waiting author on the other line. Tsunade Senju was a woman in high demand. Jiraiya watched as she juggled the phone call only to have to do something on her computer in regards to it and then another phone call before she could out of her seat. Time ticked past the start of the movie as she looked more and more harried. It was time for drastic measures.

The author turned and left the building without a word or backward glance to go to the Starbucks across the street. Fifteen minutes later the biggest iced coffee they had was placed on her desk with note saying 'take your time.'

An hour after that, Tsunade finally hung up the phone and powered down her desktop. If the author called again, he'd have to live with her voice mail until Monday. She had a date and a weekend free that was going to be taken full advantage of. Heels clicked as she walked down to the lobby, holding her half drank coffee. Jiraiya had settled into one of the lounge's chairs and by the looks of it was sound asleep.

Lips curved before she leaned forward and pressed them to his. The blonde knew he was no sleeping beauty and her not anywhere near a prince charming, but still she had wanted to kiss him. Dark eyes opened to light on her face before his hands reached up to hold.

"Mhmmmm… kiss me again Editing Princess, I'm not awake yet."

A laugh broke out, echoing slightly in the near deserted building. "You're a fool, a giant of one. Come on my erstwhile author. It's too late for a movie, but we can still catch dinner and if you're lucky I'll invite you to my place for an after dinner drink."