naruto (c) masashi kishimoto
ar; prompt fill
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hashirama was yawning as she entered her dark bedroom. for the first time in three nights, the hokage went to bed without leaving any single paperwork unfinished, an admirable feat since work kept piling and piling on her table. who knew that being a hokage also means getting stuck on the desk for most of her day?
she took off her outer robe, and laid herself down, sprawling her limbs on the cool bedsheet. her arm landed on something that definitely wasn't the bed: hard, smooth, alive.
the realization hit her like a sudden mud wall. there's someone else in her bed. did fatigue make her careless?
hashirama threw a punch to the stomach, then sat atop said person, her thighs flanking the waist, while she summoned her wood to held the limbs in place. the painful groan and uttered curses were oddly familiar, stopping her plan to alert the anbu. she adjusted her eyes to the darkness, recognizing the outline of his figure.
"...madara?"
"well, who else?" he grunted in annoyance. both of his arms were pinned above his head. "next time check first before you punch me."
"i'm so sorry! i thought you're an intruder." hashirama laid her hand on his stomach, and it glowed green as she healed him. she shifted to sit more comfortably.
madara hissed sharply. "...don't do that."
she ran her hand on his abs, tracing his muscles and battle scars. "do what?"
"that."
"this?" hashirama moved her hips against his. madara's sharingan glared back at her, his fists clenching. she repeated it again, only to feel that something was off. "huh-" she frowned. "madara-are you not wearing any...?"
"yes. now unbound me."
hashirama tightened the mokuton, ignoring his protests. "you better have a good reason for trespassing into hokage's residence and lie naked in her bed."
"...we're married, you stubborn fool." madara threw his head back into the pillow. "which means this is my bed too. my clothes are dirty from my mission, and tonight is hot. there."
"lord uchiha," hashirama deliberately lowered her voice into a whisper by the end of the word, faking a disappointed look. "you do not trespass into my bedroom, invade my bed then insult me, the hokage of konoha," she began grinding against him, "and. leave. un-pu-ni-shed."
"hashirama," madara warned her, his mangekyo flaring, lips pulled slightly upwards. "don't-"
"do you understand?"
he hissed, panting. hashirama untied her robe and lay on top of his body, putting her best innocent smile. "is that a yes or no?"
madara begrudgingly nodded. hashirama pulled herself up, her mokuton disappearing. before she could lie on her pillow, madara caught her wrists, pinning her down and grinning.
"don't think you can tease me like that and sleep unpunished," he whispered in her ear before biting the skin on her neck.
hashirama bit her lip, holding back her noise. "i wasn't..." she yelped as his hand made its way under her robe, grabbing her breast.
"is that so, lady senju?" madara stared at her flushed face. "i think you won't get any sleep tonight because of what you just did..."
he kissed her then, fierce and demanding, their fingers intertwined above her head, strands of dark hair tangled together under the heat of summer night.
and hashirama regretted nothing at all.