Parallel world.

old uchiha clothing (founder era)

It was no surprise that she didn’t want to tell about herself, it could be dangerous to do so. He was certain she knew of him though.

“That is fine, dear.” He went in for another kiss then bit her lower lip as he pulled away. “-I suspect you have somewhere to stay for the night? At an inn perhaps?” Madara was already suggesting home visits… nothing that would mean good.

When he leaned in for that kiss, and said those words, Mei’s thoughts ran ahead. She felt herself go bright red. Her cheeks burned. She was momentarily too occupied with fighting down her own what-if fantasies to focus on the kiss.

“I-…” she kissed him. Were his lips made of honey? He tasted like honey and smoke.

She had a residence, yes, but she couldn’t bring him to the Water Country embassy. Being sighted with Madara by the ambassadors (especially by Ao) could spark a political confidence riot at home. “…I’m sure we could find an inn. You could stay, and leave after a while.”

His other hand pulled her up for a close embrace, he was breathing rather slow... intimidating. "Will you have me for the night?" No other man would ask that and not get slapped in return, only Madara could say something greasy and get away with it.

He cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips against hers, they kissed until they both were out of breathe. Madara took a step back, smirking at the woman before him. “What is your name and where do you come from?” He didn’t recognize her at all, well he had hardly ever seen the Mizukage this close and it was difficult to tell under the moon light. 

She wasn’t from the village, obviously. Anyone who knew the Uchihas wouldn’t approach anyone like this, especially not Madara. A foolish woman, or an assassin’. Both? Madara didn’t care if she wanted him dead, she was beautiful and that was enough to keep the flirting going.  

“I am from a by-the-gods-forgotten country,” she panted, “But I’m working to make it a better place. I’m in the Hidden Leaf for inspiration.”

She felt hot from his kisses. He had definitely improved his kissing techniques during their action. Sheesh, it was as he held fire in his throat, too. Her lips still tingled from the attention. She found herself wanting more kisses from this man. She had never been this distracted by a man on a Black Widow mission. He was charming..

“I am Mei. Call me Mei. No suffixes, honorfics, nothing, no surname. I don’t know if I want you to find me if we continue… this.”

The Uchiha snickered at the sudden kiss, they had barely spoken at all or made any contact before the woman before him had pressed her warm lips against his. With a hand tight on her hip, he said: “What an honour to be kissed by such a beautiful woman.” He was cheesy and slick but it usually worked to his benefits. His right thumb brushed across her bottom lip, red with lust and warmth. Not to his knowledge that her breaths were warm because of her intent to kill him on the spot. She was beautiful and that’s enough to do foolish things, like making a dangerous affair…

The compliment, his purring voice, they pulled her further into this moment of self-enjoyment. She had not had a lover for herself in years, because work always came first. The moment she had taken one, he had tried to assassinate her. This closeness to Uchiha-san was intoxicating.

@madbara

He is… actually… quite an inexperienced… kisser. She breathed out over his lips. This was the moment she should kill him.

The Fouth Kazekage, the Fourth Raikage, the Fourth Tsukikage and herself, had anonymously decided that the Fourth Hokage was too much under the influence of the infamous Madara Uchiha. So he had to die.

It didn’t matter what had happened up to this point. It was late in the afternoon. The were alone. They were on neutral ground. The deserted barely-lit hallway of the Konoha Hokage building was no-one’s territory. She enjoyed political immunity here. The other three Kage gave her support. This ‘Black Widow’ mission was perfect routine for her.

Only a handful of Mist ninjas knew that Terumi was a dangerous lover. The few political opponents that knew about it… weren’t the kiss-and-tell type. Especially not when they had tasted the burn of lava going through their foodpipe. (If they survived at all.)

She and Uchiha-san. The Mizukage had taken his chin in her hand, made him look at her. She had stepped closer, and quickly pressed their lips together, almost like he had no kissing experience. She should melt his face off, now. Now.

Now.