crownverse
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"sage's beard, you're home."
madara greeted her with such a relief that stopped hashirama in her tracks. she closed the hokage office door behind her, taking in their surroundings. the room was dark, save for the single candle on her table, where madara sat with a stack of paperworks.
"i miss our kids," she said sheepishly, checking him. "huh ... these are the stuff i left you three days ago."
he grumbled, drowning his face in his hands. "i don't know how you could stop yourself from incinerating these stupid papers." he looked tired-as expected from a parent, but hashirama's workload made him worse. even his hair didn't stick out as much as usual.
miserable as he was, hashirama still found it amusing.
"civil affairs are important, too!" she nudged his arm, taking a paper closer and feeling the air was stirred with a familiar sensation. "no, uchiha-sama, you can't sharingan your way out of this-"
madara groaned aloud.
hashirama seated herself on his lap sideways. "pay attention, i'll need your help again in the future."
"this isn't helping, hashirama," he said, unusually sounding defeated.
"how does me showing you the ropes not helping? look, it's from the dyers... oh they want to trade with other countries, requesting permission to both trade and escort... uchiha-sama, don't you know it's improper to grope your superior in the middle of your unfinished work?" hashirama slapped his hand, already caressing her thigh underneath her clothes.
"this is what i meant by not helping." madara rested his cheek on another hand. "we barely have time alone. and now this. you're cruel, hokage-sama."
"no, you're crueler, i tasked you to handle my work while I'm gone." hashirama signed a paper, then continued to the next. "not only you haven't finished your mission, now you're trying to grope your superior-"
madara scoffed. "you call that groping, wife?"
hashirama turned around, wearing her sweetest smile. "uchiha-sama, my dearest, i'm weary from my journey, but i'm wiiilling to help you through this-no, no sharingan or well-placed groping will let you cheat your way out of paperwork!" she added as his eyes went red again and his hands reaching for her breasts.
"sage, you're only making things harder..." madara leaned into her cleavage, deeply inhaling her scent.
"worry not, my love." hashirama caressed his cheeks and kissed his forehead. "i reward handsomely."
yet by the time madara finished the last paperwork, the sun was rising, and one of their kids started to wail from the adjacent apartment.
"so," hashirama whispered as she climbed into the bed, after yet a long day of meetings, child rearing and more paperwork. "reward?"
madara merely grunted as he pulled her into his embrace, falling asleep once hashirama covered them with blanket.
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likely madara didn't ask anyone for help-because pride and "don't underestimate the uchiha!" thing, not even from hokage's assistants, so when hashi came home he just sorta crumbled there :'DDDD
