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The woman can't get enough having sex with him.
"Please?" Hashi says. Madara had rolled away from her, pulling the blankets over his head, while Hashi draped her arms around him.
"I am tired. Let me sleep."
"I can get on top," Hashi says. Madara groans and pulls up the covers.
He will never admit it, but he likes how over-the-top and affectionate she is. He'll complain and sigh and roll his eyes but secretly he likes it when she touches him. He had been aching to touch her for so long.
But he is tired, and even though the spirit is willing, the flesh is worn out and disadvantaged by not having the insane amount of chakra reserves his wife apparently has. "Will you please just let me sleep?" he says. Hashi burrows against his chest.
"Fine, fine," she says, and she cuddles against him. It feels nice, and he feels himself drifting into the security and warmth of sleep. She leans over his shoulder and whispers.
"Can we have sex in the morning, though?"
