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hashirama collapsed on top of madara, fingers intertwined together. they stayed still until their breaths stabilized, then he shifted out from her body, gently placing her beside him. she let out a weak whine, insisting to curl close to him.
"it's cooold..."
"what are you, a spoiled princess?" madara asked back, but let her moved closer anyway.
"just want to be close." she glanced up. "you're so gentle."
"does that surprise you?"
"mhm." she trailed his arm. "i mean, i've seen you in the battlefield, how... powerful, scary you are."
he snickered. "you think of me that way?"
"you always show yourself like that to me-we're warring, so." she hummed. "but when you're alone with me, you're so gentle."
madara caressed her head, listening.
"the girls trained to be honey traps said, most men are... harsh. rough in bed, often leaving them with bruises and claw marks. and even in their marriage..."
"you expected me to be like that too."
"...yes." she went silent for a while. "i found you being gentle is admirable, though."
"what part of me that isn't admirable to you?" madara turned to hug her closer, making her whine again. "you know that's true."
"it's not that-if you keep fondling me like that, i'll make you really sleepless tonight," she threatened him, flicking his wandering fingers on her soft breast.
"alright. continue, then."
"i was told that the mark of strength isn't how many people someone can kill in a single sweep, but how they can hold back when there's nothing stopping them to utilize their power." she sighed. "my cousin said men who tend to be rough with the prostitutes are weak. they need to be rough with someone weaker, just to feel that they're strong-even in a situation that doesn't require strength..."
he kissed her, cutting her off. "now the question is, would you have me being rougher in bed or not?"
she pursed her lips, dejected. "you know i'll love you even deeper either way..." she said before kissing him again.
