I was tapping my foot on the floor nervously.

I never tapped my foot on the floor nervously. Now, I did.

The past days had brought with them a sense of agony I had never before felt. It was surreal, as if I wasn't in my own body.

I was waiting. Waiting for Madara. Waiting for some sort of answer. Although I wasn't even certain I would get one.

I tried to go riding. To exercise. To study. But nothing worked to distract me. His sister waited as well. We had agreed we wouldn't marry if Madara didn't agree to our agreement; even if it would mean I would no longer have to look for a suitable wife and she didn't have to look for a suitable husband we didn't want to hurt Madara.

On the tenth day after we had made the suggestion, I decided to take my horse out for a ride to the lake where me and Madara had first kissed. It was a long ride from the castle, but I needed it badly.

Of course, there was a part of me that hoped that he would be there, that he would see me and realise he loved me enough to agree to what I had suggested. Or that he would just kiss me. Or look at me. But I knew the chances were small.

I was almost shocked out of my saddle when he was actually there.

He looked as lovely as ever. Lovelier, either. He wore a wine red coat and white boots, his black hair free and lush. His cheeks were red, and his lips slightly blue, as if he had been out for a while. He sat on the exact spot where we had kissed, a bit away from me.

And he had noticed me.

He was staring right at me. I was happy to see he didn't seem hostile, but he did seem shocked. For a brief moment, I thought he would stand up and run away. I was terrified he would. But then, when he noticed I wasn't approaching him, he stood up and started walking towards me.

He put a hand on my horse.

"He's beautiful", he said.

"Thank you", I said in place of my horse. You want to sit in front of me?"

He hesitated. But then, he nodded.

I sat off and took off the saddle; we couldn't sit two in it. I turned to help him up, but he had already swung himself up as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him. 

I sat up behind him and blushed at the closeness of his body to mine.

I made my horse start walking on the path around the lake, a ride that would take an hour or so.

We didn't speak at first. I didn't know about him, but my mind was occupied with his body, moving so close to mine. It reminded me of that last time his body had been this close...

"Are you thinking about that time, too?" he asked.

I blushed as if I had been caught red-handed. I could just deny it, but somehow, it would feel wrong.

"Yes", I confessed. "I am."

"I really liked it", he said. "I want to do it again."

I almost choked on my own breath.

"Now? With... With me?"

He turned to me and smiled, and that smile was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"Yes, silly!" he said happily.

And before I had known it, he had jumped off and undressed so he was standing there before and below me, completely naked.

He was like a forest nymph, his milky skin lovely against the red of the fallen leaves and the clear blue skies.

"You'll get cold", I said stupidly.

"So?" he asked cockily. "Warm me up, then."

I did.

I sat off and put my mantle around him and kissed him. My horse walked away to find something to graze but I didn't care; he would come back when I called.

I focussed entirely and solely on Madara. I lay him down in the leaves. He shivered and laughed at the cold touching his back, and that laugh made me more certain than ever that this was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I wanted to make him laugh like this every single day, and curse me if I ever failed.

I wasn't as brave as Madara was and didn't undress, just pulled my trousers down. I made to touch him and stretch him with my fingers, but he stopped me, instead grabbing me and guiding me to him.

"Now, please, Your Highness", he whispered into my ear.

I bit his shoulder as I slid inside or him. As I started thrusting, he clawed at my back until I felt blood trickle down.

I held my hand over his mouth as he came, not because I cared if we were heard but because I wanted to own him.

He then turned me around and went down on me, started sucking me.

I leaned back on my elbows and groaned.

"You like it, Your Highness?" he asked sweetly, a sliver of saliva and cum connecting his lip to my tip and I almost died.

When I came into his mouth, he took it all in like the good boy he was. I put my hand beneath my chin, forcing him to look me in my eyes as he swallowed me.

Then, he immediately came to me for a kiss.

I pulled him in towards me hungrily, not caring that my clothes got sticky. I opened my mouth to him, and he opened his to me, and I realised how lucky I was just to breathe the same air as him.

"Tobirama", Madara whispered and smiled into my mouth. "I'm cold."

I dressed him, slowly and carefully, while he planted kisses on my face every time I was close enough.

"Nobody is at home", he said. "Let's go to mine. I can make you hot chocolate."

"Sounds lovely", I said and kissed him on the lips one final time before taking his hand and calling my horse.

As we walked to his home, me carrying the saddle and Madara leading my horse, I was becoming increasingly nervous.

Was this our final time together?

He hummed to himself as he went about in his kitchen.

I sat down at their table, feeling immediately at home. Madara had taken me in as if it was the most natural thing in the world, not apologising once for his living conditions, and it had rubbed off on me.

A delicious scent rose up in the air.

"I just make it out of oat water we make ourselves, some syrup and chocolate powder." He put a steaming mug in front of me. "I hope you enjoy it."

I took a sip.

"Wow", I said. "Thank you."

He looked down on his mug and suddenly looked nervous.

This is it, I thought. It begins or end here.

"Tobirama..."

"Yes."

I sounded stiff; I was scared.

"I have made my decision."

And he told me. He told me what his decision was.

End.