Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or stuff.

.Dressing Room.

It had been his idea to take in different clothes so people wouldn't recognize them. It was she who had ran wild with it and now the pair were in the back of a shop, her hushed tones and sneak peaks she took at him making him slightly aggravated.

'This is the last time I ever mention anything about buying clothes.'

She had already changed into a dark red top that clung to her chest and ended just above her midriff, while the skirt she had selected hung low on her hips. The sandy color of the skirt was a stark contrast to the dark skinned that was revealed and Madara had to do his best to not let himself be caught staring.

'I had no clue she had markings on her –'

"Madara?"

He looked up his expression as neutral as always. She gave him a knowing smile as she handed him the bundle of clothes she had and walked away and he swore that the way her hips swayed was much more than usual.

"Good woman you got there," came the shop owner's voice as he came in to help him pin the pieces in its proper places. The dark haired man didn't make an attempt to respond, only letting the older man do his work. "That should be enough for now, I'll get to work on it and it should be ready in an hour."

It wasn't every day that an Uchiha walked in and asked for a set of clothes, the old man was going to prove that he was a worthy tailor to come back too. Without wasting a moment, the Uchiha made his way out of the back of the shop and towards the front, where he walked towards the brunette woman who stood fingering some silks.

"These would be nice to make into pouches," he heard her muttering, not realizing that he was beside her. It was his touch that jolted her out of her thoughts, his thumb tracing over the small dark markings that were etched onto her hips. A slap to his wrist was his answer and her narrowed eyes made him smirk.

He pulled his hand away, crossing his arms against his chest as he pinned her with a stare, "I never would have guessed you would have tattoos."

"They are recent," she responded crisply, turning away from his stare and back onto the silks before her, intent on ignoring his presence.

"May I ask what they mean?"

The way her mouth seemed to pull back into a thin line answered his question. He was going to leave it at that and exit the shop to find something to eat, only for a hand grasping at his elbow and pulling him back.

Her chest brushed slightly against his own and he could see the freckles on her nose, the way her gold eyes had tiny hints of green and blue, how she tended to bite on her upper lip when she was debating with herself. All of this caught his attention, so the hand that cupped his cheek was a bit of a surprise.

Her thumb traced lightly against the apple of his cheek and he could see her come to an agreement with herself.

"The day you tell me what your eyes mean to you, I will tell you what these tattoos mean to me."

His hand came up to the back of her head (the other ghosting around her hip), his fingers threading into the thick strands of her hair as he put his forehead against hers. It had been awhile since they'd been this close, noses brushing, feeling her breathe against his mouth; if he were a lesser man he would have taken her already, but he wasn't.

"One day then."

Right now he had better things to focus on.

AN:

AH. AH hate PROMPT. it was so difficult to come up with something and I'm still not completely satisfied but it was better than what I came up with before. SO yeah. Uhm, so yee, here ya go guys! Also happy new years to everyone! I hope this year brings peace to a lot of you and may the lady smile upon all of you.

Enjoy~

Sorugao