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He makes love to her in the mornings, cheek pressed against her neck while he moves inside her steadily. There's something comforting in how she allows him to do this, responding to the feel of his hand shyly touching the side of her hip. She'll smile and roll over and wrap her arms around him as he slips inside her, and after he comes, she'll let him rest upon her chest as she holds him. That this act is a comfort to him remains unspoken.

When he attacked the village, it was with naked pain and rage and fury; by all accounts, he should have died by her hand.

But he didn't die, and now he's lying next to her, looking out into the faded shadows of a pre-dawn darkness, uncertainty and loneliness assuaged by the warmth of his old enemy's skin.

xXx

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Hashi has sex with him at night, kicking down the door and announcing loudly that there's this scroll of sex positions, they look interesting and she wants to try them.

Madara stares at her, gobsmacked, before loudly reminding her that Uchiha Madara is not some tool to pleasure herself with.

"Yes you are. You're my husband."

"Woman, what-"

She kisses him smiling because she loves him, interrupting the diatribe of the man who's always been her family and her best friend.