"Hashi, you're going to wake the children." Mito murmured before letting out a low laugh. It was rare, more than rare when the stress of running a village and the exhaustion of raising children didn't stop their love making before it started. The redhead sighed and murmured arching up as his questing mouth went lower down her stomach.
Her hands dropped and brushed across the lines that were akin to claw marks going down her sides, vestiges of her rite of motherhood. He caught her fingers and brought them up to press a kiss to the lightly calloused palm.
"You're perfect," came his low murmur. "Everything about you is perfect to me Mito." Warm brown eyes looked up at hers, and he gave her a grin, the same one he'd given her countless times that spoke of recklessness and joy.
She groaned then and let her head fall back to stare blindly at the ceiling. It had been too long, much too long since they had been like this and she wanted, no she needed him completely. Her hands grasp his hair, pulling him up from his endeavor to press her lips to his as they rolled across the bed.
They were hungry for each other now. Breathless gasps and hurried hands shed the remainder of yukatas before in a swift movement, Hashirama moved to pin Mito under him. "I love you," he said as he positioned himself and sank into her heat.
He took care then, thrusting slow and smooth, holding her as if she was as insubstantial as smoke. Too firm of grasp and she'd simply slip through his hands and be gone. It drove her crazy and with each stroke she came higher and higher until she whimpered with the need for more.
"Please, Hashi please." Mito cried trying to buck and quicken their contact.
His hand wormed between them and pressed firmly against her ball of nerves to send her tumbling off the edge. Teeth gritted as he rode out her orgasm, before hands that built a village moved to pin her arms up to the headboard.
"I'm going to take you now. I'm going to take you and show that you are my wife, my lover, you're my everything Mito Uzumaki and no battle scar or wrinkle of age is going to change that."
And he did. With harsh strokes that had her sinking her teeth into his shoulder to muffle the sounds, he kept going until at last they laid side by side, spent of their passion.
Mito sighed when she heard the sound of their youngest fretting. "Stay here," She said leaning over for a kiss before redressing. "You earned a good night's sleep."