What I Wanted for Christmas Wasn't You!

Big spoon, little spoon.

It was the first Christmas in a few years that Madara had been able to take time off from the law firm he worked at. Izuna had called him, pleading for him to come visit for the holidays, but he expected that his boss wouldn't accept his leave request. However, his current client was a family man and he insisted that Madara should be given the week off to spend this time of the year with family.

This client was high profile and very important to the firm, and Madara suspected that if this wasn't the case, his boss would have never agreed to letting him leave for the holidays. By the time he received the approval, it was too late to book a flight back home, so he decided to drive instead.

Excitement and nostalgia filled him as he drove down the streets of his hometown, and he wondered if he would be running into any familiar crowds on his way, but then a storm hit so he believed he wouldn't be running into any old acquaintances today.

Then he spotted the long white hair of a familiar person struggling to walk in a blizzard.

Why is he not surprised that only she would be foolish enough to be outside under such conditions?

He considered for a fleeting moment to just drive by so he may avoid the unfriendly welcome he was sure to receive from her, but that foolish thought drifted away just as quickly.

This was Tobira, he could never leave her to struggle in a storm that only appeared to become more severe by the minute. So, he rescued her.

Had he known that doing so would have him ending up trapped beneath piles of snow, he still would have stopped anyway...

Madara stripped off his coat and sweater, followed by unbuttoning the dress shirt he wore underneath. When he slid that off as well, Tobirama yelled at him in disbelief.

"What are you doing?!"

No doubt she was still struggling to grasp the reality of their situation, and although he understood this, he was still baffled at how slowly her mind was comprehending what they needed to do.

So, he stressed his next words to help the reality of their predicament sink in quicker, "I'm trying to stay alive. You should do the same"

He proceeded to unbutton his pants, and Tobirama found herself entranced by his physique. Her eyes traced his muscular form, trailing from his arms to his bulged chest and chiselled pecks. Madara was always fit from what she recalled from their college days, but he was even more toned now than he was back then.

Of course he'd be this hot when the universe decided their paths would cross again, because why wouldn't this situation be more difficult than it already was.

Madara smirked as he realized that she had been ogling him while he undressed, and because he was just as petty as she was, if not more, he called her out on it.

"I hope you're enjoying the show, Senju, but how about you join the act as well"

Calling her by her family name was even more irritating. He only ever called her by it with the intent to mock her.

Tobirama jerked out of the trance his body had put her in, and pink shades formed on her cheeks. She was feeling much warmer than she had a few seconds ago from the embarrassment she felt at being caught staring at him.

She chastised herself for it, then her eyebrows formed a very visible knot as she accused, "You're loving this".

To which his smirk grew wider as he retorted, "From where I'm sitting, it looks like you're the one who's loving this"

Well... she laid out that trap for herself perfectly.

"Move over" she ordered irritatingly, as she made her way to the backseat of the car. She wrapped the blanket around herself and told him to turn around so she could undress. Madara chuckled, but obliged her request and muttered under his breath, "Nothing I haven't seen before"