[* 3rd Person POV *] Cain’s smile returned, slower this time, deeper, the kind that suggested he had been waiting for exactly this moment without ever rushing it.
“Good” He said quietly.
“Then say exactly what you want.” The quest marker in the corner of his vision pulsed once more, soft and satisfied, as the next stage of the morning began to unfold.
Tsunade’s lips parted.
For a heartbeat she simply stood there, the candle’s thin smoke curling between them, the edge of the desk pressing lightly against her thigh.
The decision she had already made inside her chest still needed one last breath to become words.
Her amber eyes flicked down to his mouth, then back up.
A faint, almost self-mocking smile tugged at the corner of her own lips something darker and hungrier than the controlled expression she usually wore in this office.
The hesitation lasted only a second longer.
Then the last of her restraint slipped.
Her voice came out lower, rougher, edged with a perverse little smile that made the diamond on her forehead catch the light.
“Fuck me.” The two words hung in the quiet office like a dropped match.
Cain’s smile widened.
He rose from the chair in one smooth motion, the paperwork forgotten.
The difference in height was immediate, the breadth of his shoulders filled her vision as he stepped around the desk.
Tsunade did not move back.
Her eyes had gone soft and dark, the pupils wide, the look of a woman who had finally stopped fighting the need clawing up from years of denial.
The thin fabric of her blouse did nothing to hide the hard points of her nipples, already peaked and obvious in the morning light.
He closed the remaining distance without hurry.
One large hand slid around the curve of her waist, fingers spreading over the warm flesh beneath the blouse.
The other followed a heartbeat later.
With a single dominant pull he drew her flush against him, the solid wall of his chest meeting the full press of her breasts.
The contact was immediate, undeniable.
Then his mouth claimed hers.
The kiss was not gentle.
It was ferocious lips parting, tongue sweeping in as if he meant to devour every breath she had left.
Tsunade’s body went soft the instant their mouths met.
A low, broken sound escaped her throat as she kissed him back with matching hunger, years of starved want pouring into the press of lips and the slide of tongues.
Her hands rose of their own accord, fisting in the front of his robe, holding on as if the floor might disappear.
Wet heat flooded between her thighs so fast it startled her.
Her pussy clenched, already slick and empty, the thin barrier of her underwear soaking through within seconds.
The candle’s mild scent mixed with the warmer smell of his skin and the faint ink-and-paper scent of the office, but none of it mattered next to the overwhelming reality of being kissed like this claimed, wanted, seen.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
Not from pain.
From the sudden, crushing relief of belonging.
Of being desired without having to earn it through duty or competence.
She kissed him harder, almost desperately, tasting salt at the edge of the kiss as one tear slipped free and tracked down her cheek.
Cain’s right hand left her waist and slid lower, cupping the heavy, full curve of her ass through the short skirt.
The size of it filled his palm completely, the softness yielded under the firm squeeze, warm and plush and unmistakably hers.
He groaned into her mouth at the sensation, the pure, grounding pleasure of finally having that weight in his hand.
His fingers dug in, kneading once, claiming the flesh as if it already belonged to him.
Tsunade’s knees nearly buckled.
The possessive grip sent a fresh pulse of wetness between her legs.
She could feel the hard length of him already, thick and insistent, pressing against her lower belly through the layers of clothing.
The knowledge that she had done that that her body, her request, her surrender had made the Hokage hard in the middle of his own office sent a dark, proud heat curling through her chest.
She rolled her hips once, deliberately, dragging the soaked heat of her cunt against the rigid line of his cock.
The friction was maddening even through fabric.
Another tear slipped free.
She broke the kiss just long enough to breathe against his mouth, voice wrecked and honest.
“Don’t stop.” Cain’s hand on her ass tightened in answer, pulling her harder against him so the thick ridge of his cock ground firmly between her thighs.
His other hand rose to cup the back of her neck, holding her in place for the next deep, devouring kiss.
When he finally drew back just enough to speak, his voice was low and rough against her lips.
“You feel that?” He murmured, rolling his hips once so the hard length of him dragged slowly across the soaked fabric between her legs.
“That’s what you do to me the second you ask for it.” Tsunade’s breath hitched.
She nodded, forehead resting against his for a moment as she ground back against him, chasing the friction.
“I can feel it,” She whispered, the words almost shaky.
“Fuck… it’s been so long since anyone-” She cut herself off with a soft moan when his fingers squeezed her ass again, harder this time, spreading the cheeks slightly through the skirt.
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