Author's note: original explicit version posted on AO3.
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Nighttime. They're kissing in bed, the room dark except for the soft haze of orange candlelight. He leans over her and parts her robe.
"I should have married you before we started the village," Hashi says, after they're finished. She feels his arms tighten. "Maybe if we were married, you wouldn't have left."
She looks out into the darkness, her eyes growing dim. "I'm sorry about what happened," she says. She feels him stroke her hair.
"You have nothing to apologize for," he says, and he shifts her close, holding her.
"I wish we did this earlier," she says. She nuzzles warmly against him. "Have you ever been with other women?"
"On occasion."
"Did you love them?"
"No."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes. Unfortunately."
"Where did you meet them?"
"I met them at brothels. I paid them."
"I bet you could have gotten any woman you wanted," Hashi says, and Madara shifts to look at her.
"I wasn't interested," Madara says.
"Why not?" Hashi says. Madara touches the side of her face.
"Because a certain idiot kept trying to carve out an alliance."
Hashi beams at that. She hugs him. "I kept holding out my hand, but you wouldn't take it." She grins and kisses his jaw, crawling on top of him. "Can we have sex again?" He smirks and answers by rolling her onto her back.
They kiss. She's about to peel off his robe when her eyes fall on a jagged scar along the muscle of his bicep.
"What are you doing?" Madara asks, as Hashi gently pushes him down, examining the front of his chest.
"Is it okay if I look?"
Madara raises his eyebrows. "I thought you wanted to do more than just 'look.'"
"I do! But I've never seen a naked man before, and the last few times I haven't been paying attention."
"You cannot be serious," Madara says, but he acquiesces, letting her examine his body as he lies on the mattress.
She touches his chest. She feels the ridge of hard muscle, the deep groove of his sternum, and she blushes. Even though they've been intimate for some time now, she never really stopped to take a good look at him. She smooths her hands over his ribs and the flattened ridge of his stomach. There is an ugly scar across his abdomen, while another scar mars the plane of his back. On his chest, a deep one, star-shaped and jagged.
"You have a lot of scars," Hashi says."Where's this one from?"
"It was from a training accident. Izuna and I were sparring. He didn't pull back." Madara moves, showing her the scar by his clavicle. "This one was from the head of an arrow. I did not yet have my sharingan; it caught me by surprise."
"What about this one?" Hashi says. Her fingers smooth over the scar on his abdomen. Madara smiles.
"You gave me that one," Madara says.
"Eh?!"
"Your wood style jutsu gored me in the stomach when my chakra ran low."
"Oof. I'm sorry," Hashi says. They spend a moment, remembering.
"You do not have any scars," Madara says, after a long moment. Hashi glances down at her naked torso, looking at her breasts.
"Huh. I guess not," Hashi says. Madara pushes her back onto the mattress.
He runs his hand along the curve of her hip, then palms the soft swell of her breast. "These surprise me," Madara says, and he dips down to kiss her on the nipple, before lifting his head again. "For the longest time I didn't consider your sex."
"What do you mean?" Hashi says. Madara lifts his eyes to look at her.
"You are beautiful and I never noticed."
Hashi starts to laugh. He crawls on top of her and she cups his face with her hands.
xXx
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The marriage ceremony is a short one, just a few Senju advisors watching them. He sees Hashi, clad in a white kimono and her face partially obscured by the long white funnel of her bridal cap.
"Sister, you look beautiful," Tobirama says. Hashi groans.
"I hate this kimono, I can barely walk in this thing, and what's with this hat?! I can't see where I'm going!" Hashi says, and Madara watches as his bride and brother-in-law fuss over the restrictive layers of her clothes.
