Ch 19 Clarification

Sooooooooooo... whew! two years and a pandemic happened to continue this fanfic xD, don't be mad at me! soo many things happened in between:

I was in my most intense internship period; got a depressive crisis, made a temporal withdrawal, came back to university just for the pandemic to hit, got my title in the middle of this sanitary crisis, etc.

Now I'm working in a sanitary hotel... so yep, I'm ok again to continue this, also I think I'm a little better with my English so expect lees mistakes, Again I'm sorry for making you wait this long for this 3!

PD: I won't be using a beta reader for this anymore cause I don't have the time for that so I'll read your comments searching for mistakes regarding story clarity. Also ill keep writing as an omniscient narrator, mixing both of their povs.

*previously in the last chapter*

Hashirama's owl... That old half-blind bird didn't even see windows and crashed with his full weight against it...

Makoto retrieved the small note attached to the owl's leg. It contained Hashirama's messy handwriting depicting a short message:

"It's almost time!"

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

The fact Hashirama decided to make a silly drawing instead of elaborating his message irritated her a little, but giving the context this could only mean one thing.

Mito was going to give birth soon.

She wanted to be there, Mito became a friend in those months she spent in the Senju household, also being there for the birth of their firstborn meant something by social accord, that was her understanding.

The decision was made. It was the perfect excuse to put an end to this journey and finally say goodbye to her old household. Give closure to her old life with the born of a new being.

She handed the small piece of paper to Tobirama who was eyeing her from the bed with attention, though he seemed more interested in her naked form than the contents of the paper.

"Don't you want to know what he has to say?"

"Barely, I don't think the information the bird brings justifies the interruption"- he said with an annoyed expression- "will you come back here?"

"No"- she said while covering her body with a sleeping gown- we need to prepare our journey back to the village, and since you still can't walk correctly, I`ll have to make everything"

Tobirama did his shocked face for a couple of seconds and asked hesitantly- "Does that mean we are on good terms?"

*sigh*- she took a sit on the love seat, crossing her arms on her chest- "Don't you see I have no choice? This is no longer my house, and even if I go fully into Kokuyo mode I would have to fake my death or my family will be disgraced thanks to this" - she pointed between them.

"I don't understand your change. How is this no longer your house?... even if your father doesn't remember you..."-

"I don't want to talk about this right now, we'll have plenty of time later"

"So you're coming back with me cause you feel cornered here?"

"I said I don't want to talk about that"- she said as she stood up and left towards the bathroom door- "I still don't forgive your poor choices in regards my... Father's squire". She didn't know how to refer to Kuren anymore.

"Again with that? At least you won't see him again" - he huffed under his breath, but she managed to hear it. She turned towards him, anger and indignation on her face.

"You know what, yes! I won't see him again - NEVER!- You were right, he committed treason when he tried to kill a member of my family, so I sent my cleaning team to get him disposed of, you happy now!?- she progressively raised her tone, the last words were almost a scream. She was visibly distressed; breath quick, her face red with anger, clenched fists.

He looked at her dumbfounded, his lips slightly agape. When he didn't answer for a couple of seconds she turned her back and stomped towards the bathroom and slammed the door closed. There was nothing more to say.

Tobirama took a couple more seconds to digest the information she just threw up. He knew he shouldn't, but could not avoid nor hide the feeling of satisfaction it brought him to know that man was going to die because of his offenses towards him. It was morbid and twisted, but all he could think was that she was going to be only his- finally- He felt utterly pleased.

-o-

Makoto scrubbed herself again for the second time, and it was still morning as if the water could erase the anger she felt right now.

The truth was that she held regret for the attitude Kuren adopted, he didn't realize the complication of her actual situation and was jeopardizing her relationship with Tobirama, which wasn't an option.

Maybe if Makoto had been more selfish, she would have thrown everything away to escape with Kuren to live as a smuggler. But if she did that, her family would have a poor future, not just her parents.

While her father had just a couple more years to live, her mother will probably outlast him much more years, albeit she had many struggles and differences with her mother, she did love her and could not watch her being stripped of the life she so vigorously fought to get. Her family didn't come from a wealthy or renowned clan, they build up between the war and created a small force based on intelligence gathered while saving refugees. On the other hand, her sister will undergo shaming and would likely be thrown away from her recent marriage in shame. Yukiji (her sister) already had to wait all these years to marry because Makoto, as the oldest one, had to be married first for her to do so.

The Senjus were a powerful clan, and even though Hashiama had been only good and considerate with her she knew her position on the balance, the village will always be first then everything, he would not tolerate her runaway now that she was part of the main family. It will stain the reputation and stability of the Hokage's family, which would cause instability in the incipient village.

All these things she knew, she pondered them before reaching Konoha, the night her father spoke the sentence. Running away wasn't an option after that, this was crystal clear for her, but Kuren... He still believed she would turn her tail and run with him after experiencing a bad relationship with her husband to be. She was annoyed by how certain he was that she was going to suffer; he wanted her to undergo that experience to go running back towards his arms. She hated that idea, Makoto was no princes in distress, she was a cold-hearted smuggler, conspirator, and sometimes assassin. Kuren overlooked that with too much easiness since he worked on the defensive arch of the net. He wasn't aware of how many people she had to kill to cover their trace in the war efforts, how many people she bribed, the kind of threats she did to keep all quiet.

She was a whole bunch of socially awkward gal, and sometimes it made her feel stupid in regards to relationships, but she was far from a victim. And now she was going to use all that resources to make a great city out of Konoha. Tobirama was just another tool she had to learn how to manage. Or that she told to herself.

She finally was able to stop moping her womanhood and accept her reality and work out on that base. It was hard but coming back home served well to open her eyes. She will stop whimpering and will behave as the adult she was.

She gave the news to her mother, then went to prepare the largest carriage they possessed. Tobirama couldn't mount a horse with that cut still healing on his hip crease and needed some space to keep the legs free.

Everything would be ready for the next morning. The idea of seen Shibomashira again made her spirit lift.

By the time she finished the arrangements to travel, the sun was setting. She went back to her bedroom expecting Tobirama to be asleep, she wasn't in the mood to argue anymore. Not today.

When she entered the room he was reading a book, it looked like the one of military strategy she stole from the earth country. He centered his eyes on her immediately when she entered -Tobirama's gaze was always intense- even when he was semi-naked prostrated in bed.

"When are we leaving"

"Tomorrow, first light in the morning. The carriage needed some preparation"

"Carriage? that's not necessary my wound-"

"Is healing nicely, don't push it"- she interrupted his speech- "We'll use the carriage"-

"So humiliating"- he grunted in a low voice

"I heard that, you should have thought that before playing with pointy swords"

"..."- he crossed his arms over his chest removing his stare from her, indignant.

"Did the maid change your bandages?"- she changed the subject

"The last one was this morning after I bathe"- it was true, in part. The maid came back in the afternoon and had tried to change them but he sent her away saying that Makoto will do it from now on.

*sigh*- "Why are they so careless, I'm glad this is the last night here"- she muttered to herself while searching for the materials she needed.

Tobirama felt a little guilty, eyeing her up close, she looked tired, and now he was making her work more. But guilt only lasted a short moment. When she approached to open his haori his upper brain stopped working and threw that line of thought out of the window, excitement and horniness replacing it. He knew he was behaving like a fucking animal, but at this point, he didn't care. The only thing on his mind de él was how to make her touch him more.

She observed the scar while talking about how it looked nice and something about him walking, the truth was he wasn't listening anymore until she pinched him hard on his forearm- he hissed and retrieved his arm

"What is wrong with you?! Are we not speaking the same language? Or are you just blatantly ignoring me?"- He didn't answer just eyed her with a frown.

She massaged her brow- "What do you want now"- "please be concise, I'm tired."

He moved on his current position -uneasy- I've been thinking..."- his stare changed a little, he wasn't scowling anymore but the expression was one she hadn't seen before on him and, she was bad with expressions in general- "I..."- He ogled her, up and down and licked his lower lip. There, she recognized his expression.

He was looking her under his short white eyelashes, thin lips partly open and face slightly tilted, exposing his nicely shaped jawbone. She didn't think he able to make that face, (the horny-lustful face) until now. She only saw him scowling or poker face, but he never gave her a seductive expression, she was pretty sure he didn't even know he was making it, and it looked damn good on him.

"I want to eat you out"- it was almost a whisper, but she heard him clearly. She was still dressing his wound and could feel his femoral pulse, quickening after he spoke the words.

"what?"- She let it out in a whisper -dumbfounded. It wasn't that she didn't like the practice, she enjoyed the pleasure of oral sex on several occasions, but hearing Tobirama expressing it in such a dirty way was so baffling she couldn't say anything else.

Cold, severe, deadly serious, stick up your ass-Tobirama, was dirty talking to her.

She would have laughed on his face if not for the fact that she was considering it. She looked at his lips- He licked them again- waiting in anticipation for her answer. She saw his adam apple moving when he swallowed.

Tobirama was a very attractive man, and, as clueless as she was in regards to socials this couldn't be more direct.

"I want to pay back the favor"- He was answering her rhetorical question- If you wish for me to do so- He added, almost softly, getting close to her hear. She could feel his hot breath on her skin. When did he learn this? Was he really reading military tactics...?

He took her silence as a not rejection so he continued- "Move to the love seat"- he said with a stern voice, it was his command voice. She hated that tone. Though right now, in this context, it was making fun things to her inners.

She ended the dressing and stopped for a moment to contemplate the situation. Had he ever done this before? Tobirama looked like the kind of man that didn't care to please his partner. She raized her eyes to gaze him in the eyes -"have you done it before?"- she inquired with curiosity.

He had asked her to touch herself in front of him just this morning, what a kinky cat he had happened to be.

"...No, but how hard can it be"- he exhaled against her ear, a delicious pang of heat started on her groin- "I just have to... suck you"- He inhaled her scent near her neck, after saying that.

Ok, so she was right about that, a part of her was reluctant since there was a high chance he would be too harsh on her. On the other side, imagining his thin lips around her clit and his long-calloused fingers on her cunt made her reconsider. Also, she was going to be his first. Who didn't want to be the first? Was she thinking too much upon this?

Tobirama was growing impatient. He had done everything the maid sent by lady Kato told him to do, and Makoto was still pondering her answer on her head. It had been so hard to ask another woman about this topic, but he was going to leave and will not see her again ever, he had nothing to lose. Why was she thinking it so much? He thought she was going to jump towards the couch the moment he spoke it, she doesn't like the practice?

Just when he was about to retract, she started to move. She looked him in the eyes and started to walk around the bed disrobing herself - finally!- he tough.

She disrobed slowly, almost sensually, but let her smalls on.

His heart was hammering against his chest. She was finally going to allow him to touch her. Willingly.

He got up not even considering he had a cut on his groin and removed his haori, he wanted to feel every inch of her skin on his.

She leaned on the love-seat and parted her legs inviting him in. He wasted no time reaching for her while kneeling near the border of the piece of furniture.

"Don't push weight on your injured leg"

"I know"- He said as he took her left leg and placed it on his right shoulder, action was a little awkward, she could notice he hasn't done it before.

"Do you wish for assistance?"- She said as she lowered her hand to touch her mound. Tobirama was caressing the inner plane of her thigh with his face, eyes closed while he inhaled deeply. At the sound of her voice, he just answered a short -yes- his voice reverberating against her skin, the pitch so low she could feel the origins of her moist.

She started massaging her clit, she was still feeling somewhat awkward around him. Makoto wasn't expecting such a change of attitude coming from him so soon, or ever. He felt it -her discomfort- and started sucking the soft skin of her thigh in response. He knew she was thinking too much around it.

He sucked and kissed her skin vehemently, watching how she touched herself through the fabric. It wasn't enough, he wanted the complete show.

He grabbed her from her hips, bringing her closer to the edge of the cushion and towards him. She let out a small noise of surprise at the sudden action, it turned on something greedy inside him. Tobirama moved his left hand from her hip, caressed her buttock- not without squeezing it a bit- and proceeded to bury his face into her clothed groin. His long nose nuzzled her clit as he licked the wet spot over her entrance -she let out a small sigh- it wasn't enough, he wanted her to moan loudly.

He nuzzled his nose hard against her clit, but she wasn't so lost in lust yet so she reprimanded him - "not that hard!"- She pulled his hair a little -he answered with a low growl. He still didn't understand the subtly of the female body, he never had given himself time to touch and caress a woman before. Sex had been quick and easy for him since women who asked him were already wet for him to penetrate them.

"Do it softly first, I`ll tell you when to make it harder"- she instructed him a little wary, she knew this was going to be uncomfortable. He was eyeing her now while sucking her clothed clit softly as if asking if that was better, she was trying to relax by massaging her breast, but was proving difficult. He decided he had enough and pulled her hips up to remove her wet panties, to suck directly on her skin and juices.

He stared at her cunt for a couple seconds and pulled his left hand to touch her folds and the sides of her clit. She breathed deeply at the sensation -"like that"- she commented with half-closed eyelids. She arched a little at the feeling of his hot wet tongue against her clit and suppressed a moan when he sucked lightly against it.

After some strokes and sucks, she was moving against his face. He could hear her labored breath, smell her juices dripping from between her folds. He pushed in one finger to test how wet she was, which produced a sweet high pitched moan and a hair pull from her.

"Tobirama..."- she let out in a soft whisper, half warning-half yearning, but she squeezed his finger inside her cunt. Fuck. He wanted to penetrate her so badly. He answered by pulling it out and adding a second finger which made her scream.

"ahhhhh...n-no"- she said, but her body screamed the contrary, her cunt already sucking in his fingers. He started pumping his fingers on her, slowly at first just as she said. It wasn't difficult, she was so wet his fingers slipped easily making lewd noises. Usually, he wasn't attracted to the sound of slapping skin, but this time it was just music for his ears as they were accompanied by her whimpering.

She looked delicious, grinding herself against his face, while she grabbed her breast with one hand and pulled his hair with the other. Her face twisted in a wanton expression. She kept her eyes glued at him while he sucked her.

"Harder..."- She finally commanded between moans, it took a whole bunch of self-control from him not to turn her on her belly and start pounding his hard cock on her wetness.

He let out a grunt against her clit as he added a third finger on her and sucked and nuzzled his nose against her clit, as the first time. It was so worth it, now she was a whimpering mess, her hands clawed in the furniture to hold herself as he pounded his fingers on her while rutting himself on the base of the sofa to get some friction.

She was so taken aback by his belligerence. She didn't think of him to be so passionate in lovemaking. His long fingers reached just where she wanted, the callosity of them provoking things she couldn't reproduce by herself. Her more primitive brain screamed for his cock. To be filled to the brim by much more than just three of his fingers.

Her common-sense screaming not to, so she kept watchful just in case he was so enthralled as she was. She had to let go of his hair to hold to the armchair, she could feel the build-up of her orgasm... until he pulled out his fingers... fuck! she was so close!

She was going to complain but her mouth was left open when he saw him licking the palm of his hand and each finger clean from her juices. What in the hell did possess him? No man before him had done that with her "juices". Not happy with just what was on his hands he threw both her legs over his shoulders on each side of his head and started sucking her vagina as a thirsty man coming out from a desert. She tried to escape from his mouth, overstimulation being a little too much for her, but he put a death grip on her hips. His grunts and groans provoking a delicious vibration directly over her walls.

He sucked hard and fucked her with his tongue as his nose came back to attack her clit, this time her build-up was so quick she was unable to articulate something coherent. She came after a couple moments of his tongue attack.

Tobirama was so lost in his lust he made things that will probably shame him after this night. He didn't understand what came to him when he decided her juices tasted so good he had to taste it from the direct source and start sucking her vagina directly. But that made it and she came hard on his mouth, arching her back in an angle he didn't know she was able to make. He withdrew to take his breath back and watched how her spasm died, her mouth slightly agape, eyes tired and unfocused, her cheeks wet with tears from overstimulation.

He wanted to burn that memory into his mind's eye.