The brunette covered her mouth to stifle her laughter as she stared at the glittery red bunny-suit that currently covered her friend's body, along with some fishnet stockings and rather high, red heels. After managing to hold back her laughter, Hashirama reached out her hand to straighten the headband that nestled upon the raven mess of hair. Madara pouted slightly, tugging up the bust of the outfit, whilst the taller female just smiled. "Aw, Mada-chan, you look adorable~" Hashirama teased gently, earning herself a slight glare from her dark-haired companion. "A bet was a bet, my dear, and you lost. So don't pout~"
Madara regretted making that silly bet now. She thought the other's unlucky streak in their little challenges would have held up this time around. But of course, she should have expected this. A challenge that involved plants would always go in Hashirama's favour. Madara had never bothered much with such things and had little experience, after all. So, here she was, wearing a tight and rather stupid suit. With silly bunny ears to top it off. This had been Hashirama's idea, totally. Madara had jumped at the bet blindly, curious to see if Hashirama would have been able to fit her chest into the outfit without her breasts falling out of it. But, of course. Madara had lost, and there was no trouble of her 'falling out' of the bust of the outfit.
"Well, there. I lost the bet, you've seen me in the stupid outfit. I can take it off, right…?" Already the Uchiha was working on kicking off the heels and rolling the fishnets off of her legs. Hashirama made a sound of disagreement, quickly moving to stop the smaller woman, pinning her wrists above her head. "Ah ah ah. I need to take some pictures first~" Hashirama responded with a light smile. Madara's cheeks flushed. "W-what?!" She stared at the other, staring blankly as she was let go of, the taller woman rushing to grab the camera. The brunette returned with a huge grin. "Now, smile and pose, my dearest Mada-chan~" Madara pouted slightly, shaking her head. Hashirama's lips quirked down a little, and she blinked her eyes almost purposefully, tearing up slightly.
"Th-that's a dirty trick…" Madara leant back against the wall, sighing slightly and striking a pose, her lips fixed with a seductive smile. The raven-haired woman ignored the flash of the camera, just shifting into each new pose seamlessly. "Atta girl, Mada~" Hashirama chirped, taking photographs of the smaller woman, before putting down the camera, extremely pleased with the material she had snapped. Madara huffed in relief, going back to kicking off those tiresome heels and slipping off the fishnets. Once those had been removed, the Uchiha pulled the bunny ears headband off of her hair, dropping it to the floor. She then glanced up at Hashirama. "Uh, do you mind?"
"Nope~" Came the brunette's cheeky answer. Madara flushed deeply as Hashirama approached her, unzipping the back of the suit. The Senju then just raised an eyebrow as the raven-haired female squeaked and glared at her, the suit falling to the ground. Madara sighed, stepping out of it, an arm lazily covering her chest, used to getting undressed with Hashirama still in the room. "Oh, you weren't wearing a bra? Not even a strapless?" Hashirama tilted her head, Madara shrugging in response. "It had inbuilt support anyways, so I didn't wear one." Madara let her arm fall as it got tired. And then there was that smirk on the Senju's face, as often appeared at such moments.
"Cute~" Hashirama embraced the other from behind, not caring that her companion was only wearing a pair of black lace panties. Madara huffed a little, trying to will away the blush on her cheeks, squeaking out as she watched tanned hands cup her breasts briefly. "Ah, it must be nice to have such perky boobs, ne?" Hashirama tilted her head to the side, nuzzling at Madara's neck. She held onto the other, carefully backing up onto the couch, pulling the Uchiha woman onto her lap, continuing to gently cup and hold onto the other's breasts. Madara made a soft sound as the other's fingers brushed past a nipple. "Oh?" Hashirama rested her chin on the other's shoulder, smirking slightly. "What a cute sound, Mada-chan~"
Madara shifted and blushed, standing up suddenly only to turn around and straddle the taller female's lap, unbuttoning the other's shirt. Hashirama simply raised an eyebrow. "It's only fair that I get to play with yours," The Uchiha told her companion boldly, moving a hand to unclasp the other's bra. Hashirama then chuckled, moving them and pinning Madara to the couch playfully, shrugging off her undone shirt and bra. The raven-haired female pouted a little, leaning up to very faintly bite at one of Hashirama's breasts. The brunette squeaked, letting go of Madara's arms. The Uchiha grinned lightly, moving her hands to gently grope at the other, before pushing against Hashirama, ending up with them both sitting up. Madara smiled sweetly, nuzzling at the other's chest, leaning against the other, closing her eyes. Hashirama chuckled lightly, wrapping an arm around the Uchiha and pulling her close, reaching over to grab the remote, turning on the television, switching through channels to find a movie for them to watch whilst they were curled up together.