Not even five minutes out of the shower, and my naked body is pushed down onto the bed. The other has that familiar smirk on his lips. A smirk that sends shivers down my spine and makes me wonder what sort of "lovemaking" we're going to indulge in on this cool night. He calls it that, but I don't know if "love" is actually there. But, for some reason, I never refuse him. Swishing my tail, I look up. My eyes are on him. He's undressing slowly in front of me, and I let my eyes trail over his toned body. Unchanged. He looks almost the exact same as he did on that night before the battle which led to me being sealed away for all those years. His eyes are tired, and there's more scars marring his tanned skin, but other than that, he's kept himself well.
I had no other place to stay but with him. That's how it started. But, as stubborn as I was to admit it, over the past few months since we had met for the first time after I was brought back to this world, I started to feel that familiar warmth in my chest again, when I was around him. That emotion, just like before. Unlike before, I actually started to give in to his affections. It was different this time, that's what I told myself. In this era, I could actually be his, if he wants me to be. There's no-one he's attached to in this era. In marriage, it is "until death do us part", after all, so surely they wouldn't be married. At my thoughts, a sense of pain hits me. Maybe he still loves her. Psh. Of course he does. He would obviously still love her. He loved her back then, and her death would have hurt him deeply. Am I a second choice, then…? Most likely. It's a painful fact, that I try not to think of.
I am broken out of my thoughts by him leaning over me, pressing his lips to mine, cupping my face in his hands with the gentlest touch. When he pulls away, there's a warmth in his eyes, a tender look that makes me feel warm, brings the blood to my cheeks. He moves his lips to the base of my jaw, gently working his way down my neck. I shiver and make a soft sound, enjoying the feelings of his lips on my skin, and his warm breath. His hands move down my body, gently tracing the lines and contours of my body. As the soft sounds leave my lips, he smiles, lifting a hand up to scratch behind my ears. I purr gently, feeling my face heat up. His chuckle sends me shivering, a soft mewl leaving my lips as he continues to kiss and touch my body, attacking the most sensitive of spots. He then pauses, before pressing kisses to the scars on my stomach, making soft apologies.
A moan leaves my lips as his hands find my hips, his thumbs rubbing soft circles. Just from his teasing, my breath is coming out in soft pants and the heat that had began to pool in my lower abdomen was becoming almost unbearable. "Hashi…" I growl a little, bucking my hips. Impatient. He chuckles again, teasing me some more with that damned smirk. He lifts up one of my legs, pressing kisses along the inside of my thigh, causing me to moan out and buck more. Another chuckle, and he lets go, crawling back over me. He reaches for something in the drawer.
He spreads the clear liquid over his fingers, before pressing a digit to my entrance, teasing me before slowly slipping it in, eliciting a soft gasp from me. I bite my lip, refusing to make any more sounds. It gets difficult as he begins to move the finger, and then he adds another, stretching me out a little. My hands have found his shoulders, gripping at him. I can feel the muscles tense and relax under my fingertips. Another finger is added and he moves them, trying to find that spot that he knows will have me squirming under him, begging for him to take me.
I bite my lip as he brushes it, the moan that leaves me muffled. But he has noticed my sounds, and continues his ministrations, prodding at that spot again. He kisses me gently and tells me that he wants to hear my voice, telling me that my voice is beautiful. Tightening my grip on his shoulders, I bite my lip a little harder, feeling the heat intensify. He continues, and my voice cracks a little as I gasp out. I want him…no, I need him. I need to be filled by him, to be taken. He chuckles again and removes his fingers, and coats his length with the gel before positioning himself at my entrance.
He leans down to kiss me tenderly as he pushes in. I gasp into the kiss, bucking my hips. In response, he pushes my hips down, gripping onto them as he slides out a little before moving back in with a soft groan. I clench around him slightly, causing his breath to hitch. As he begins to thrust into me slowly, he presses soft kisses to my body. I move my hips with each thrust and we soon set up a nice rhythm, accompanied by our gasps and moans. I run my hands over his body and I can feel him shudder at my touch. He picks up the pace a little, and I bring my nails down his back lightly, causing him to groan lowly.
After a while, I feel myself clench a little more, and I manage to gasp out for him to touch me. He takes a hold of me, pumping my length in time with his thrusts, which had gotten quicker and more desperate. We're both desperate for the release now. He brushes against that spot and I cry out his name, which causes him to growl lowly in response, thrusting and hitting that spot again and again. I cry out his name again and arch my back, gripping at his back as I came. He continues to thrust for a few more moments before he moans out my name, coming soon after.
He pulls out and lays beside me. We're both panting, trying to regain our breaths. I am pulled closer and he kisses me softly, whispering such tender and sweet things to me. Such things one would say to someone they truly loved. Those thoughts from before had come back and I try to pull away, my eyes starting to sting slightly. "Do you still love her?" I ask quietly, almost without thinking. He looks sad for quite a while, before answering. "I did," He says, but then he pulls me back to him before he continues to talk. I struggle a little, my sight blurring slightly with tears.
"I did love her, but she would want me to move on with my life, to be happy." I look down, but he lifts my chin up to look at him. He speaks again, wiping my eyes gently with a thumb. "But I love you too, Mada. It was just… difficult back then. I mean, I don't think our clans would have approved." He sighs lightly. "And the village wouldn't have approved if it were known that I was in love with two people."
I sigh, nodding slowly. I could understand what he meant, about the clans and village not approving. Love between members of the same sex was looked down upon in those times and we had been of enemy clans. But, I didn't understand the being in love with two people thing. He laughs at my puzzled look and presses a light kiss to my nose. "Don't worry about it, Madara. I love you, and this time I will show you." He runs his hands through my hair, petting my ears lightly and nuzzling my neck. Whispering into my ear, he promises to keep by my side, to stay with me. I purr gently, settling down in his embrace. He keeps me close, and this time, I don't pull away.
