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Music drifted softly around them, gentle and sweet. It perfectly matched the happy couple lost in each other as they swayed together. Touka's baby cousin had never been so happy as he was now, held in Indra's arms. She had worried when they first got together. Hell, everyone had worried. Hashirama and pulled the man aside and told him in no uncertain terms that there wouldn't be enough left to burn if he hurt Tobirama. That had been over a year ago.

Warm fingers wrapped around hers and Touka's breath hitched, just a little, as Madara's lips brushed over the callouses on her palm. Never before had a partner seemed to like her callouses, but Madara... The first time he held her hand in his he'd called them beautiful. She hadn't thought it was possible, to find someone that accepted all of her, from her rough edges to her steady devotion to her baby cousin. And yet it was these things drew Madara to her.

He smiled at her and linked their fingers together, palm to Palm, callouses to callouses.

"My I have this dance?"

"Only if I get the next as well."

His laughter was warm and genuine and brought a matching smile to her lips.

"And the one after that. You're the only one I want to dance with."

He pulled her gently to her feet and she marveled once more at how he could be so gentle and dance wither so softly, and yet he never treated her as anything but his equal. Their spars were brutal, neither holding back, but always after they walked hand in hand back to the village.

They ended up swaying near the newly weds and Tobirama met her eyes. It was likely the first time he had looked away from his new husband since they said their vows. They had joked when they were younger about never finding anyone. And now...

"I want a dance, Touka. After you and Madara finish."

Madara let out a playful huff, and waved them away.

"Dance with you husband Senju. I was promised this dance and the next. And the one after."

Tobirama's eyes were positively dancing with joy as he leaned into Indra's chest.

"Of course, Mada-ni."

Indra swept Tobirama away after that, before Madara was able to pull his jaw off the floor. Touka laughed so hard she was doubled over, clutching at Madara to keep from falling.

He looked down at her, eyes wide and awed.

"You're beautiful."

It was perhaps the first time she didn't flush and look away. Instead she straightened up and smiled at him before leaning in and kissing him lightly. Amid the gasps of the onlookers she twined their hands together and led him into the next dance.

Palm to Palm, callouses to callouses, heart to heart. Hands held so gently, as she hoped they would always be.

Tobirama didn't get his dance with her until several hours had passed. He didn't seem to mind. After their dance was finished he went right back to his new husband, and she right back to Madara.

It was during the last dance of the night, everyone already gone but the newlyweds and their immediate family, that Madara leaned in and whispered softly,

"Be my only dance partner?"

Her heart skipped a beat, then she grinned.

"Only if you'll be mine."

He kissed he palm again, soft hair brushing against her wrist, a wonderful contrast to the calloused fingers lightly wrapped around her own.

A spring wedding sounded nice, since her baby cousin had taken fall.