MadaTobi

Wedding Night and Consummation

By the time they got to the Uchiha estate, the moon was already peeking behind the clouds, bright and radiant. As they arrived at the gates, they were greeted by an old woman, from what Tobirama can tell in her min 50s.

"Kimiko obasan." Madara nodded at her while the other Uchiha came to a stop.
She stepped forward to Madara who was carrying Tobirama and motioned for him to follow her. She guided them through the place until they arrived at a big house, which Tobirama came to know was the main house. "Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Tobirama. May the delight on your union, this very day. For years to come for you are to be bound together for the rest of you lives and beyond." With these words she left them alone.

"What was that about?" Tobirama asked Madara, lifting her head from his chest. "Nothing, just a standard blessing given to newly married couple on the first night." He replied.

Tobirama stiffened at the mention of the first night. "Can you let me down already..." She asked. Madara smirked and squeezed her tighter against his chest. "Hmm. Why should I?"

"Stupid!" Tobirama started struggling to be let down.
"Wait...no women! Wait! On the bed. I have to place you on the bed!!" Madara hastily moved to said bed and placed Tobirama down. Surprisingly, more gently then she had ever expected from him.

And here they are now. Bound in this awkward moment. (Awkward for the author too....how do i continue?!!)
Madara sat down alongside Tobirama as much as he hated the Senju he didn't want to actually hurt his wife. Oh he very much enjoyed the thought of Senju Tobirama under him, that lethal shinobi from the battlefield, as fierce as her summons and just as deadly. But he didn't wish to cause her unnecessary pain, they were married, to be together for as long as they lived. When an Uchiha loves, they love with everything they have. And while he may not love her, he hoped it would happen eventually. Though, he pondered that may be too high a goal to hope for, realistically speaking. They have too much history between them, both have killed the other's clansmen, they both had too much blood on their hands. But that's what it means to be a shinobi. Hashirama made him promise to not her his sister, and he won't as long as he could help it. She was precious to Hashirama, his only remaining sibling. Just like Izuna was to him. And despite the war Madara considered Hashirama his friend, he will try his best. As long as Tobirama cooperates, of course. He won't let her walk over him, she was his now and he'll make sure she knew this.

"Tobirama. I know this isn't easy-" said Senju scoffed at the thought of being married off to your now ex-enemy as easy. Madara glares at her for a second before continuing, "It wont be easy. But we have to at least try and make this work. I propose a few rules. Boundaries, if you will."

"Go on, I'm listning."Said the Senju. "I certainly want the boundiers to be made clear."

"Okay, good. So, we agree that we will not try to kill each other." Tobirama raised an eyebrow at that. As if to say 'do you really think we can actually accomplish that' "Yes well, fair point. Do you have a better suggestion?"

"I do, infact. We remain civil inside the house and if front of everyone. Especially Anija and the Daimao. No trying to kill each other in their sleep, or by poisoning food or water. This will be our safe place. So no attacking inside the house. If we take the other out, we do it fair and square, on the battle ground."

"That's actually feasible. Yeah...yeah that works." Madara nodded his head thoughtfully. "Hmm couldn't have put it better myself." "Of course not." Said Tobirama, flipping a strand of her hair back.

***smut warning***

They both know what's to come next. Both hesitate. Madara looked over at Tobirama as if to ask for permission. No matter how much he wanted to take the fierce women, he didn't want to seriously hurt her. This was her first time. And they were married. Uchiha are nothing if not loyal, so if wants something g remotely sex related from her in the future he better make her feel good, and receptive to such advances. With that thought in mind, Madara slowly leaned over his newlywed wife. She tended up a bit, not used to having someone so close to her that wasn't Hashirama or Toka. But didnt move back. Madara took that as a confirmation and lightly pressed his lips to her's. It took a few moments for Tobirama to respond, but eventually she pressed back lightly.
They stayed like that for a while, just getting used each other's presence and their closeness. Madara took the initiative and tentatively started moving his mouth over Tobirama's. Slowly coaxing her to do the same, slotting their lips together. Licking her bottom lip, Madara sought out entrance to her home cavern. Tobirama hesitantly opened her lips just the slightest bit. But it was enough for her husband to press his tongue in her mouth. Madar slowly caressed the roof of her mouth drawing a low, surprised sound from Tobirama. He moved to take her shoulders and press her down on the bed. Tobirama, again tended a bit, but let it happen. She may be inexperienced not stupid. She knew enough biology to know how this goes. She moved her hands to rest on Madara's head, fingers burying in his thick hair. While Madara himself moved his hands to her waist, lightly holding her. Not pressing, not restricting, just resting there.
Tobirana broke the kiss to breath, and Madara kissed her again, once, twice more, growing confident and moving to kiss her cheeks, her chin before going down her neck. He mouthed around her collarbone loosening her kimono. Lightly swiping his tongue over her pulse near her neck.
Tobirama tended, oh how easy it would be hor him to kill her right now. So near her pulse, one swift movement and she'd be dead within seconds. But they had made an agreement and she would side by it and would in turn show Madara that yes, she is willing to compromise and trust him enough to let him this close to her. With that thought, she turned her head to the side giving Madara more room to work with. Tobirama herself made to slowly rake her fingers through Madara's hair.