"So, uh," His mouth was dry, and blood still dripped from where she dragged her nails along his back as though to remind him even when he was on top, she was in control. His neck was a collage of bites and hickies that only a turtleneck could hide and only just. But, beyond that, he was spent in the best possible way. Madara, as always was insatiable, but this time she came at him with a hunger that made all their other sessions seem like a kiss on the cheek.

The clock said that it was seven - they started at five - but the sun was rising. Aside from the soreness and desperate need to rehydrate and eat he felt great.

The soft curve of her ass glistened in the early morning light that managed to worm its way into his temporary residence, she was something else as she stretched, her lithe beauty on full display, hair damp from sweat and other natural oils. But as always it was that small smile she wore that dragged his eyes away from her bare beauty - though he did linger on every curve. "I know my ass hinders your ability to speak, but I desire to hear you after so many months."

"Months?" He asked sitting up, her finger on his chin and the smile on her face stopped him. She purred softly, kissing him, her body snaking around him once more into that oh so wonderful embrace that was becoming an addiction to him. He found a new source of vitality where there shouldn't have been one and was ready to go again. "What happened? Why are you here? What about your clan?"

Her hands burned along his skin, somehow she was always so warm, like a fire always hungering for more of him, ready to devour him if he let her. And it was oh so tempting to just surrender himself to her. But fighting back was part of the fun. She gasped when he entered her, as to how either of them were going to walk today was lost to him. The spark of passion in her eyes grew into an inferno.

"When," she hummed, hips rolling like the ocean at storm. "When you fell into that portal, and I threw myself at it trying to go after you." she kissed him again, and again as though to make up for that lost time that separated them, as though to say that she was sorry, as though to say so many things that words could not. "I knew that I would choose you over my clan."

"For five months," She guided his hand to her breast, forcing him to grab at her delightful mounds that had a firm bounce to them. "For five months, I desired a touch I could not have, a voice I could not hear, everything I desired was robbed at me." Even as she moved against him, coercing him into a fit of groans and grunts. "Then, then, I met your friend. Sasuke. In him, I found someone that I could trust. I could entrust my clan to him."

"Could we please not talk about Sasuke while we're having sex?"

She laughed, pushing some of her hair out of the way and kissing him once more. "As to how I ended up here, I said this did I not? Your friend's lover- the Uzumaki woman - Mito. When the Uzumaki joined us at Konoha, they bonded with both the Senju and Uchiha, I could see it blending, our three clans becoming irrevocably entangled. I asked her to find a way to seal me so that I might see you again. And so,"

"Here you are," He held her close, kissing her deeply. "I'm happy you're with me."

She moaned, shuddering and melting down onto him, her strength vanishing under the waves of pleasure that were washing between them. "I missed you so much." she kissed him again, this one was simple. "I love you."

"I love you too." He grunted, cumming inside her for what had to be at least the seventh time since he stepped into this apartment. He fell back down onto the bed even as she stood, and stretched once more. How was she still standing! Gah! He needed to leave her exhausted just once in their life otherwise he'd have failed as a man. But not today. Maybe in like a week. Or if he took her to like a vacation or something. Yea, good plan.

"Now then, where is the bath? I must admit I am looking forward to experiencing this future, particularly this Ichiruka ramen you mentioned."

Wait, Madara didn't know how to shower. Well she knew how to bath, but she was used to rivers and stuff. That meant he could show her how to use it. Which meant touching more of her naked body. Great, now he was hungry and hard again. "Here, let me show you how to use a shower."

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Apparently, Sasuke had also set both of them up with a bank account that had been recurring interest for a number of years so that for once in his life he actually had money. Enough money to not have to worry about it for a while. But Madara was loaded. While she had given up her role as clan leader, much of the clan lived on lands that were owned in her name.

And that meant, a lot of rent money. A lot.

Which was why instead of going to go get ramen immediately he was sitting in some brand new ninja clothes that fit well and basically looked like his old outfit, waiting for Madara to finish her trying on clothes.

"Who did these clothes used to belong to? Their body matches mine nearly perfectly." She asked him from beyond the curtain of the dressing room. For once she seemed to have a bit of modesty, leaving him outside while she tried on clothes. She really didn't seem like the type.

He smiled resting his head against the wall behind him, a bag of stuff already nestled between his legs as though he was guarding it like a treasure. No doubt there would be many more bags to come. Hopefully, they ate soon. "They're new clothes, made somewhere else."

"But they did not even take my size! And they fit so well! And they're already made! The future is amazing!"

If it wasn't shopping it might have been adorable. Okay, even then it was pretty damn adorable.

"But what is the purpose of this frilly piece of fabric? It barely covers anything. I'm beginning to doubt much of this is for protection." Her hand came out from the curtains pinching a frilly pair of black underwear and a matching bra. One of the other shoppers, a woman with blond hair that he did not recognize looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

But he didn't care. Madara was buying lingerie, how the hell did he miss that? More importantly, why was he explaining to her what underwear was? "That's sexy underwear Madara, it's you wear it under your clothes so that when you take your clothes off you look sexy."

At least, that's what he thought they were.

"What? Nonsense, how could clothes make me anymo- Oh," She paused, only her footsteps gave any clue that she was spinning around in front of the mirrors examining herself. "I see."

"Yep," he let the P pop, as he readjusted the bag so that no one could see his erection.

She laughed a soft chuckle that she often did when she was amused by his suffering in one way or another. "Do not pout, for these shall largely be to your benefit." Another pause followed by a snap. "Especially as you remove these with your teeth."

The girl that was working at the story, a squirrelly looking brunette turned crimson and tried to hide behind the counter.

For being a legendary ninja she really was clueless to the modern world. Not that he was much better, there were a few things that he didn't understand, such as those blue rough feeling pants that were called Jeans, the fondness of tight fitting shirts for both men and women. But hey, it was still Konoha. Just slightly different from one that he was from. Besides, there were still so many people that he needed to see again.

Like -

The curtain opened, and Madara stepped out, she looked like a completely different woman. At first, he thought that he had just sentenced some poor beautiful woman to death with how his mouth dropped to the floor in half a heartbeat, his brain no longer connected to the rest of his body as his heart, eyes, and penis took over the majority of processes.

Her long black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail., and her eyes were obscured by a pair of red-framed sunglasses he did not remember her grabbing. He vaguely recognized her top as one that she grabbed but it looked so different than how he thought it would. It was a white top, that didn't fit so much as hung over her lithe frame, making the curve of her breasts more pronounced but still drawing attention to the exposed curve of her waist. It was her pants, that blew him out of the water. They were those jean things. And a realization of why they were so popular sprung up in his mind.

"So, how do I look, the shop girl said that this was in fashion."

He opened his mouth, trying to find a reply that wasn't stupid. Not finding one his mouth defaulted to the first thing he could think. "Those make your ass look amazing."

"I thought so too." She twisted so that he had a better view of her ass once more. How! He didn't understand how they were doing that! With one hand on her hip she readjusted her sunglasses, she already looked like she belonged in this time, and as always her sword was still at her hip. "Though I doubt I'll be able to fight in these, the pockets are useless. Still, nothing wrong with owning town clothes."

He should probably explain to her that she was far more likely to be wearing town clothes than her ninja gear. Or she could just do what he did and wear his ninja gear as normal clothes. Especially if he was going to be the Hokage in this Konoha.

She dumped a pile of clothes into his lap, her old robes included among them. "Here, purchase these, and then we shall go get food. The Ichiruka is near correct?"

"Yep!" finally a chance for food! Real wholesome food that was a gift from the gods and not some shallow imitation of it! In a flash, he paid for her clothes, with some of her money and was out the door shouldering a half dozen bags filled with clothes, five of which were hers and one for him. His apartment would not contain all this.

He was three steps out the door before it all came crashing down.

"Ouch! Watch where you're going! You could hurt someone ya'know!"

He was half covered by clothes, but even without looking he knew that voice. He knew who it belonged to, he only heard it for a few moments of his life but it was ingrained into his very soul. It was, "Mom?"

"What?" Kushina stood up, looking exactly how he remembered her looking, which considering how she was supposed to be dead, and at least in her forties by this point was beyond amazing. "Look, I mean you're about that age and you kind of look like Minato, but I have a daughter, and just a daughter, mostly because of her fat head kind of." she gestured with her hand like she was shooing a dog away in a dramatic fashion. "Oh, wait, you don't need to know that, I guess that's what Mikoto means when she says I talk too much without thinking. Anyways, nice to bump into, Minato-look-alike."

"Wait!" He scrambled up to look her in the eye. "This is going to sound really crazy and probably equally stupid, but I'm your son from another timeline and you were dead in my time and I'd still like to get to know you and my name is Naruto Uzumaki."

"Oh." She blinked at him with her purple eyes for a few moments before she smiled and shrugged. Holding up the bag of groceries. "Would you like to join me for dinner then? I'm making ramen."

He was starting to enjoy this Konoha.

AN: Kushina was introduced this chapter incase I wanted to do something with her, depends on next chapter, cause having Madara and Kushina interact might be fun. Who knows! I know where I'm going to end this series, but this extra stuff here is so that I don't have a "Rushed" ending again. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

And please, if you're no longer interested in this story I don't want to hear it, just like leave, all you're doing is making me upset.