The Konoha AUs- The Konoha Gymnasium
Extra for Takara's Birthday (Part 1)
500 words
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Or well, really I just don't own Itachi. There's not much actual Naruto stuff in here.
So Takara's birthday is today, August 10th, and I decided to write her fluff. This is tied into The Konoha Gymnasium AU that took place in my Konoha AU 30 days challenge, but can be read independently. Basically all you need to know is Takara and Itachi are awesome gymnasts who started dating just after Olympic Trials. This takes place during the Olympics themselves.
Takara stands on the podium, leaning down as the All-Around gold is placed around her neck. The weight of it makes it seem real. After a lifetime of practice, losing her parents, moving gyms… this medal was what she was working toward the entire time, the one thing she'd had to focus on through everything else. Finally having it around her neck… it's surreal.
Her national anthem starts to play and the flags rise. She shivers as the notes flow over her and begins to mouth the words.
The photos at the end annoy her. She smiles for the media, hugs without affection the silver and bronze medalists (she has a long standing disagreement with both of them regarding style versus substance on floor), and gives a few interviews where she smiles and pretends to enjoy the attention.
As soon as she can break away from the media, secure in a hallway they don't have access to, she grabs her stuff and pulls her phone out to text Itachi.
"Looking for me?" The grin is already on her face as she spins to face her boyfriend, phone dropping into her bag. She lets it slide from her fingers as she steps forward, entering a welcoming pair of arms and kissing him.
A whine comes out of her throat as she presses closer. Itachi pours passion into the kiss, putting her on the receiving end of every bit of pride he's feeling for her. When he pulls back to let her breathe, she can't keep the smile from her face as she tucks herself firmly against him.
"You're incredible," he whispers into her ear.
"You're not so bad yourself," she returns, trying to relax into him. Her muscles are tense, like they're tied up in knots, and it makes it difficult to calm the way she needs to. He rubs his fingers into the muscles at the base of her neck and she moans.
"You need a massage," he strokes his hands over her back. She nuzzles his chest, appreciating that he's warm and doing his best to sooth her. If there are any benefits to having a boyfriend, it's the stream of affection she gets.
"Are you offering?" Takara asks as exhaustion kicks in.
"If you can talk your roommate into leaving for a little while, I will happily give you one."
"Your hands on me? Plenty of incentive for me to talk her into leaving." With that, they head for the Olympic village, Takara texting her roommate, who agrees to leave them the room until curfew. Hana isn't competing tomorrow (none of them are actually) and is planning on going out anyway, so it isn't too much of a hardship for her to stay out for a few hours.
In fact, Takara has a feeling Hana's just going to use this as an excuse to find a guy to take her back to his room and use up some of those free condoms that the Village so helpfully provides.