.oo5 Oil, sex/ One's Nature Magic
They used oil to rub each other's muscles in to a slippery submission, being a ninja was difficult and sex was even more so difficult between two high powered and strained people. Often times they were too tired to even consider the act between the sheets because of the mental and physical strains of their occupations. He the self instated hokage and she the head medic of the hospital where all the ninja's and their families go. So it was natural that stress over took them so much that they barely had time to even be a 'couple' let alone make love.
Then Sakura came up with an idea, instead of one of them being a stay at home spouse which was suggested by the dark haired male they'd take turns every night rubbing out their muscles with out using chakra. Like civilian couples do for each other. The new Hokage and leader of the Uchiha's looked surprised at this, never in his life has he ever received pampering on that magnitude or given it. All the would be lovers of his past were just quick fucks and that was about it. To slake his lust, but this was a different situation. He was a settled down man with a young, pretty wife and she was surprised he never thought about getting the knots in those muscles worked out, and given some time to relax indefinitely.
The idea sounded good to him, as they went out buying their own sets of message oils to make the process easier. The scents were tame, lavenders to honey and they were the stereotypical oils that you got in a Kama sutra pack. There they started to heat up deliciously, almost to entice the users in to having sex. Which is what they wanted to do, well that was the objective any ways. The first night though was a total disaster, well in her mind at least. Spilling oil all over his back and over her nude front making the situation entirely slippery. It would of made women's mud wrestling proud on how she kept slipping about behind him, which in turn earned her a chuckle though it completely frustrated the pinkette. There was no sex that night after she threw her arms up tiredly and locked her self in the bathroom to wallow in embarrassment.
The next night was another new embarrassment this time for Madara. Never had he rubbed another's back let alone his own, eyeing the smooth expanse carefully as if it were a wild creature. He put too little of the oil he purchased on his hands, making what should have been a delicious friction in to a rug burn nightmare. Red bruising scored his wife's back and this time it was his turn to wallow in the bathroom. Her angry yelp coiled through him like a jellyfish barb and that obviously meant no sex. By the end of their first two tries they were agitated, and very much frustrated in the sexual and physical sense. Her eyes narrowly staring at the ceiling and his face planted in the pillow on the extravagant futon. This was seen by their colleagues and so called 'family' which consisted of Sakura's blood relatives and miscellaneous friends and for Madara it was just Sasuke and his hag of a wife.
Most often then not her friends and even male friends would leave them tips, to both husband and wife parties. More the less all they wanted was tips on how to give a message, which of course earned frequent stares of incredulity. No one has ever heard of couples giving each other messages unless they were to relax rather than used to get sex out of party. It was becoming very difficult to find some common ground between message and a bedroom romping. If it were a miracle, one day a flyer came in the mail, past all the drug, jutsu-sniffing dogs that rifled through their mail every day. It was a school for message, and just that. Sakura's eyes widened at the possibility as she showed it to her husband after dinner. Madara just looked over it casually, quirking a brow here and there at the black words on a bright sheet of paper. He peeked over its edge to watch her carefully, those apple greens glittering in some sort of hope that they could learn before failing once more on their own. So really the whole advertisement was enticing on its own. He agreed after a few pouts, and encouraging words and she pranced in her victory. On Wednesday night they would go to downtown Konoha and partake in the wonderful education of message.
So a few days past and he began to dread the idea of going to school again. Not that he has bad experiences with learning new things, it was the whole embarrassment that he the leader of a village and a now prestigious clan couldn't give his wife a simple shoulder rub to save his life. Members of the council didn't laugh at him but said it would be a good bonding experience, but really on the inside they were cackling. Yet they had enough fear of god in them not to do it in front of his face or in front of obliviously loyal ninjas. Then the night came, his wife tugging him along the main drag to the supposed 'school. Eyes were narrowed the entire way, holding his wife's abnormally strong hand like lovers do. It looked legit from the outside, the inside was another story. It was packed with couples. Multiple teachers with obvious shinobi training were partitioning them off so one didn't have to yell over the gibbering of women and sighs of men. The lesson began, and he and Sakura watched with abnormal curiosity at the way the woman's fingers worked, copying it. His wife at the end had asked so many questions she must of been fluent in this new art that tied to medical practice.
He tugged her off finally after the long learning experience to test out what they learned in the bedroom. Hoping that he'd get some action after wards. She was more than willing to try this practice with the immortal man. When they got in to the bedroom, clothes flew off in a quick ferocity. Candles were lit and lavender scent oil was applied to the scene of the romantic 'getaway' Their fingers were working upon each other, attentive to rough rubbing skills picked up by the one class. Soon enough the slick viscosity of oil covered them, and things got heated. Mouths and limbs sliding about with soft moans chorusing the air.
The got their wish, a rub down and sex.