"Please, Mada-chan…?"
"No."
"Yes…"
"No."
"Yes!" The brunette pouted slightly at her raven-haired friend, who simply shrugged. Madara continued to look over the paperwork piled up on the Hokage's desk, ignoring the slight whines that were leaving the Senju's lips. She wondered slightly why the other was so insistent on taking the day off from working around the village when there was still so much to do.
"C'mon Mada, it'll be fun~ And you need to relax sometime too, ya know…" Hashirama pouted her lips slightly, resting her chest on the desk. The Uchiha woman averted her eyes, crossing her arms over her own chest. "Hokage-sama, please. You know you can't just slack off. That bit- I mean… Tobirama will be moaning at me for 'leading you off-track' or some stupid shit like that-" Madara blinked a little as a tanned finger was tapped on her nose suddenly. "Hashi, what the fuc-"
Hashirama tapped her friend's nose again, pursing her lips playfully. "Your language is most unladylike, Mada-chan~" She teased playfully. "I'm going to have to punish you if you keep it up." Madara rolled her eyes, sticking out her tongue almost childishly at her friend. "Hashi, you wouldn't even do it. You're as soft as a fucking kitten when it comes to me-" Madara blinked a little as her hair was gently tugged, moving her so her head was resting on the desk, staring up confusedly at Hashirama's grinning face.
"Mada-chan, don't tempt me, ne~" The Senju woman pressed her lips to Madara's before pulling away. The Uchiha hissed in surprise, her cheeks flushing red and her onyx eyes wide with confusion as she moved around, turning to stare at Hashirama, who only gave her Uchiha friend a little smirk. Madara then put her hands on the other's desk, staring at her. "Hashi, what the fuc-" The Senju pressed her lips forcefully to the raven-haired woman's, pulling away with a playful grin. "Mada-chan, your lips are so soft, for someone who speaks in such an indelicate manner~"
The Uchiha stared at the other wide-eyed, blushing furiously. As the other stood up, she ended up face-to-face with Hashirama's ample bosom. Her flush deepening, she straightened up quickly, glancing to the other's face. Hashirama chuckled, walking around the desk and grabbing Madara's hand, kissing it playfully before tugging the confused Uchiha towards the door. "Actually, you already look like you're overheating, Mada-chan~ Maybe we should just go outside to enjoy the fresh air, ne?"