Red and Blue: A Colored Mess (Reader X Tobirama Senju)

Red and Blue

Standing overlooking the city from his office window, his thoughts danced over the events of the day. His damn brother announced his retirement. With that came his announcement of his replacement. The city below was in a tizzy, elated with the news, and saddened. The sun setting in the distance, the skyscrapers eclipsing the beauty it should hold. He loved his home, but part of him wanted to run away, never looking back.

Heart heavy, he tossed his jacket over the back of his chair. He was curious if he could throw himself out the window. Would anyone care? Aside from his brother? Unlikely. He had no wife. No woman to call his own. No children. His brother was his family. Therein lies the qualm. His brother was now married, wanting to start a family with his wife.

Rolling his sleeves, he let his mind drift to the one woman he held a soft spot for. Tie thrown to his desk, he undid a few buttons of his shirt. She was fiery and independent, part of his issue. That was wrong. She drove him insane because of the way she was. Never asking for help when she needed it. Getting angry when someone gave her help, including himself. She was- incredible.

Her h/c hair cascaded down her body as she walked through the halls of the office. Her hips as they swayed. Her lips as she licked them before tearing into him with her verbal banter. The way she panted breathlessly after she went for a run before work. Her e/c eyes as they filled with a wondrous look when he spoke to her. They've skirted around the obvious for years, knowing the repercussions that would come.

Curious if she would find him this evening, he scrubbed his face with his hands. Idle chatter wouldn't do him good tonight. Not with her. He was too tense. His mind needed to forget the weight that rested on his shoulders. His body needed a distraction. He knew she was there. They hadn't seen each other all day—a rare thing for the two of them.

A soft knock made him straighten. He knew the rhythmic sound belonged to the woman who was on his mind and in his heart. "Come in," his deep voice called out.

The large oak door creaked open, but he remained facing the city below him. Rather than standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest, he had leaned back against his- no. No longer was it his desk. Hands gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles becoming white as the realization hit him.

Bare feet strode across the wooden floor before they met the rug. The woman stood on the opposite side of his desk. She scanned the office, boxes already littering the floor as he packed his things. A heavy sigh left her red lip. She took note of not only the state of the office but of the man as well. The jacket and tie are discarded. Even his shoes were kicked off to the side.

Dropping her shoes in one of the large, dark leather chairs, she walked around the desk to lean against it. Her hips only an inch from his fingers. They twitched with the need to pull her to him. Her e/c cutover, the corded muscles of his forearm all too enticing for her. Crossing her arms over her chest, she moved her gaze out the window.

"You're here awfully late," she noted, "I saw the light on in your office as I went to leave." Her voice was strained as she explained herself.

His grip flexed on the lip of the desk, "I didn't notice the time," he mused out.

She hummed, "The all-knowing Tobirama Senju didn't notice the sun setting in the distance?" She was teasing him, causing him to smirk.

Those dark red eyes of his fleeted over her. The white silk blouse was tucked into the red corset. The black pencil skirt was stretched to its limit on her ass. He's never told her that this was his favorite attire on her, but she knew. His thoughts were open to her, only by looking into those enchanting eyes of his.

The city his focus again, Tobirama snickered, "Can it, Red."

Y/n snorted, "Why do you insist upon calling me that?" The way she shook her body as if pouting only made his eyes look to her bosom again.