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The full moon shining out and crickets singing in the night, Madara takes a sip of the sake as her eyes flutter lightly while staring at the moon. Her soft lips met with the cup, she hummed as Hashirama came up and sat down next to her, a small cup in his hands as well.
“Congratulations on your engagement with the Uzumaki,” Madara muttered as she took another sip while still continuing to look at the moon, “The wedding will be tomorrow, correct?” Turning to look at Hashirama, his gaze saddened as he held the cup in his hands–rubbing the edge of the cup gently as he looked down on the stone path. Sighing softly, he sets the cup down next to him as he holds his own hands.
“Madara,” Hashirama muttered her name softly while still looking down, “You.. Do you really agree with this marriage?” He asks with a solemn tone as his brows furrowed with a pained gaze, “Isn’t there another way?”
Madara takes a quick gaze before setting down her cup as well, leaning back as her arms support her to sit up a bit. “What do you mean? It will be perfect for the village.” she replied as she turned to Hashirama, “Isn’t this what you wanted? Peace?”
He frowned and looked up to her, meeting her gaze as his heart beats, “It is but..” Still looking into her gaze, he wanted to tell her he loved her. He wanted to marry her. Hold her. Have a life with her but in the end, can that really happen? Lowering his head and gaze, he saw her hand near his. Wanting to grab it and hold it, he wanted to touch her skin–it didn’t matter if it was rough or soft, he wanted to hold her hand and never let go.
Madara noticed his tone and expression, she then sighed softly and smiled gently, “Don’t tell me you have someone in your heart?” she joked as she closed her eyes with a light smirk. Hearing no response from Hashirama, she then opened her eyes and turned to Hashirama with a surprised expression then an awkward one, “Ah.. You do.” Hashirama, still frowning, then pulled his hand away and rested it on his knees.
“I do. I do have someone in my heart but she.. I do not know if she will reciprocate it back.” he mumbled with a hurt gaze. Looking back up and turning to her, he wanted to confess everything to her.
“Madara.. I do not want to marry Mito,” he muttered out, “Even though she is a kind person, I want to be with the person that is in my heart.” he cried softly as he placed his hand on his chest, “I want to marry that person and live with her until we’re old and grey. I want to be with you, Madara.. I want to stay by you, marry you, have a life with you, have kids–I just want to be happy with you.” Hashirama confessed as his gaze bored into her eyes, his other hand clinging onto his clothes.
Madara sat there with widened eyes as she listened to him. She didn’t expect to hear those words from his words, despite knowing Hashirama was an emotional person but never that. Her gaze softening a bit, she then averted her gaze to the grass and scoffed lightly.
“You shouldn’t be saying those words before your wedding,” she spoke out while still averting her gaze, “It’s a bit too late now for that, don’t you think so?” she spoke more although something inside her heart broke a bit, it was already too late.
Madara then got up while still looking away, she didn’t want to look at him knowing that it would just hurt her more.
As she turned around and walked inside, Hashirama then got up and ran up behind her, grabbing her wrist and holding it tightly. He loosened the grip a bit but still held onto it as he focused on her.
“What are you doing, Hashirama? Let go.” she spoke out, not turning around.
“I am stopping you.” He stubbornly said, “I don’t want to let you go.”
Gritting her teeth, she then turned around and met his gaze–her eyes filled with water as a single tear fell, “You- Do you hear yourself? You are getting married tomorrow and yet, here you are, wanting to woo another? What would others think?!” Madara hissed as she tried to pull away but Hashirama continued to hold her wrist as his gaze saddens.
As he listened to her words, his heart broke but held on.
“I am a horrible person.. I should have told you earlier about my feelings and everything but.. I just couldn’t. I was scared that you would not respond to my feelings. I was scared that you would not talk to me anymore. I was scared.. I didn’t want to lose you, Madara.” He confessed as his eyes trembled slightly as tears fell down his cheeks. Although strong and tall, he whimpered like a little kid as his grip trembled.
Seeing him cry, Madara felt her heart sink. She tried to hold in her tears but it didn’t work. Scoffing and laughing with a broken tone, she then spoke, “You.. Idiot. Let go of me before I kill you.” she threatened despite not pulling away. “You are a horrible person.” she muttered out as her gaze stared at him.
Hashirama nodded gently as his tears continued to fall. “I am. I am a horrible person.”
They both stood there quietly as the crickets continued to sing outside, the moonlight shining through the open doors. Silence filled the room until Hashirama finally spoke again.
“Madara.. Do you love me?” Hashirama asked, his voice cracked as his grip loosened–sliding down to her hand and holding it.
Feeling his warmth around her hands, a soft gasp escaped her lips as she clung onto her clothes tightly. Biting down her lips, she then softly muttered out, “I love you.. Ever since we founded this village, but I know that no one in the clan will accept our relationship. Despite having peace with each other, we both are just too different, Hashirama. It is best this way, for the both of us.” Tears fell onto the tatami floor mats, her hands trembling.
Feeling the tremblings of her hand, he then let go and hugged her from behind–his arms around her waist.
“Madara.. Please, do not say that. We can change it. We can show that-”
“No,” Madara interrupted as she held onto his sleeves tightly, “It will never work between us.” Hearing her soft cries, Hashirama then held her even tighter. His hands moving to hers, he then intertwined his fingers with hers. He lowered his face onto her shoulder and nuzzled into it, his tears a bit dried up but still there, he saw her tears fall to the ground.
They both slowly dropped to the floor but still in the same position, Hashirama was still hugging her as if he didn’t want to let her go.
“I do not want to let you go. Just this once, let me hold you and love you, please.” He pleaded as his fingers were still intertwined with hers, “Let me love you just tonight. Let me remember you, please.”
Madara softly panted at his words near her ears, making her free hand cling onto his sleeves tightly. Turning around to him with a tear streaked face, she closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly. Hashirama seeing her actions, he then bent down and kissed her gently–her soft and wet lips, he wanted to taste her more.
He held her hand tightly as they both breathed through their noses, kissing one another deeply. Parting away slightly, their gaze deepened as the moonlight shined on their faces.
“I love you, Madara. I love you.” Hashirama muttered with a sincere tone as his eyes stared into hers before going back in for a kiss, his tongue dwelling into hers. Pushing her down on the tatami mats, he pulled away and kissed her cheek and down to her neck. Madara softly gasped as she felt his lips on her skin, making her wince and whimper lightly. Letting go of her hand, he then took off her clothes and set it aside as he kissed her chest and down to her stomach, parting her legs a bit. Sitting up as he picked up her thighs and rested them on his hips, he felt himself getting hard. Looking down at her, he saw her sweet expression–her brows furrowed as her cheeks flushed pink. His heart beating within seconds, he smiled and placed a finger in his mouth–wetting it before setting it on her folds and clit, slowly and gently rubbing it.
Madara whimpered and slightly twitched at his touch, making her arch her back a bit as she watched him. Feeling his rough fingertips slide inside slowly, she let out a soft moan–quickly covering her mouth as she watched.
Hashirama seeing her cover her mouth, he then grabbed her hand and held it.
“No. Let it out. I want to hear your voice.” He whispered sensually as he slowly moved his fingers in her. Hearing him speak lowly, she has never experienced this before with him. Her soft moans escaped more from her mouth as she tried to stay quiet.
“I’m putting in two now.” he muttered as he slid another finger in slowly, not wanting to hurt her.
Madara whimpered as she watched him go, her eyes trembling slightly within each movement.
Hashirama then looked up at her and began thrusting his fingers in her, her slick and wet sounds on his fingers. Making direct eye contact with her, he continued his movement with his fingers. Leaning in, he then kissed her deeply as his fingers moved within her–their lips meeting with one another.
Parting away but their faces merely inches apart, their hot and heavy pants were hitting each other’s skin as they both made deep eye contacts.
“Hashirama, I want it. Please.” Madara begged as she whined while softly moaning within each thrust and movement of the fingers. Hashirama swallowed and kissed her deeply then took off his clothes and ravaged her.
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Moaning and panting together, Hashirama and Madara continued for a few hours. Moving to another room for privacy, they could barely stop themselves. They wanted more. They wanted each other. They were hungry for each other.
Hashirama held her onto her hips tightly as Madara was below him moaning out sweetly with her back to him. Seeing her figure within his grasp, he felt his heart swelled with sensual love. Hovering above her, Hashirama then kissed the back of her head as he continued to pound into her as he intertwined his fingers within hers while his other hand helped him hover over her.
Wanting to see her expression, he then turned Madara around. Her expression was the prettiest. He looked into her eyes and saw a hint of sadness in it. At that moment, he then saw a tear fall down on the side of her temple. Feeling the emotions, it was too much for him. He knows that this is the first and last with her, as a couple.
“I love you, Hashirama. I love you a lot.” she confessed within each moan as she cupped his cheeks gently, a smile appearing on her face despite the tears and saddened gaze. Hashirama then closed his eyes and created a mental image of her, keeping it in his mind for eternity.
“I love you as well, Madara. I love you so much.” Hashirama replied back, his voice breaking as tears fell, kissing her deeply throughout the night.
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