It feels good to have warm skin pressed against the warm skin of the one you loves. It feels good when your love is so strong that he can easily bear your weight on his back, obediently assuming an uncomfortable sleeping position, because his comfort is not as important as yours. It's nice when the sunlight caresses your skin and lashes, forcing your eyes open, but not his sleeping face, hidden under the bangs you tucks behind Madara's ear, causing him to wrinkle and flare his nostrils.

"Take it away, take your hand away," he grumbles in a sleepy voice, trying to reach for his wife's hand, but to no avail. "And put my bangs back where they belong."

Reluctantly, Madara opens one eye, catching your gaze. He jerks his shoulders, trying to throw you off his back, but you only clings tighter, not thinking of leaving him alone, leaving the man to accept his situation and the fact that he's been awakened, frowning his eyebrows.