It was odd. The sun shone, its light flickering through the drapes to show dust angels dancing across the bed. She was warm, the large comforter pulled up to her chin… and she was in the arms of her lover. Wasn't it odd? Wasn't it uncanny that broken bonds had formed anew to this point?
'The Princess of the Leaf in bed with the man who tried to destroy it'
There was a groaning sound. It was inelegant and she was sure he would deny it ever gracing his lips, once he woke up completely. The arm tightened around her, pale fingers pressing into skin. Was he making sure she wasn't a figment of an illusion, that she was warm flesh and blood?
Tsunade wanted to ask what now, but the courage that she had when running the village seemed to have deserted. She was scared, not of him physically, though with his arms healed Orochimaru was as deadly as it came. No the fear was a more subtle one, an insipid feeling. She acknowledged, reluctantly acknowledged her feelings for the old teammate.
Didn't that mean he'd die on her as well?
"Again"
The fingers slid higher along her side, tips brushing the underside of her breasts in a reminder that they'd never quite gotten around to redressing the night before. Breath caught before releasing shakily.
"In the daylight Oro?"
She could feel his tittering laugh as he rolled her under him. "I'm a scientist my dear. I always do an experiment more than once."
"Sex with me is an experiment is it?" The words were huffy even as her body molded to his feather light touch.
"Hmmm," he murmured attention obviously elsewhere. "Of course it is. I touch you here," he paused as she bit back a moan "and we get that reaction. I touched you here though."
"Don't you-" Tsunade lost the rest of her words in a fit of helpless laughter. He was driving her crazy with his patience and need to know her body. It didn't help that the sun had risen even higher, showcasing every scar and curve normally hidden under clothes or the night.
He gave her mercy in his own way, teasing touches turning serious as he pushed her towards that delicious plateau. She was an enigma to him, so strong so hard of will and here she was gasping and whipping her head back and forth a slave to the feelings he invoked. It was a rush, even more so with the affection he felt for her, for even now he'd scarce call it anything else.
Flesh slid against flesh, and he held still. Hands held as Tsunade tucked her head against him and pressed lips to the column of his neck. She wasn't the only experiment in human nature, if indeed he could still claim the title.
Tsunade huffed out a breath at his slowness and forced her hips up, drawing a sound of deep contentment from him. Once, twice, and a third time before he shuddered and dropped his grip to her thighs jerking them up and around his waist. His mind, that crafty part of him that had gone where no one else dared ventured fell silent as animal instinct took over driving him towards…
oblivion
The sun still shone through the window. There were birds chirping as well, Tsunade wondered how she missed them before. She lay sprawled across the bed, the weight of her lover across her.
It was odd wasn't it, former Hokage making a deal with the devil. They'd work together to make artificial sharigan. Preposterous to even think about and yet everyday brought them closer to it. She'd give him the eyes he wanted, and he'd… he'd leave the village alone forever.
Tsunade had bargained her mind willingly. She never had any intention of this.
"Breakfast?"
Lashes lifted before the Sannin yawned herself out of a light dooze. "Bah, only if you're making it"
"Of course my dear, I'm a scientist not a masochist."
