The Konoha AUs- The Konoha Gymnasium
Extra for Takara's Birthday (Part 2)
1000 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.
Fun stuff happens here! And it's twice the length of the first section! Just for a heads up, this is Itachi's POV, not Takara's. I tried doing research on what the actual Olympic villages look like- the decent ones, not the falling apart ones- but there aren't a ton of photos or description of the layouts. I took what I could find and made up the rest.
Also, the bit about the condoms in the last one? At the 2000 Olympics in Sydney, 70,000 condoms were ordered and weren't enough, they had to order 20,000 more. Based on the article I read, I think they're free. One article I read had an Olympian estimate 70 to 75 percent of Olympians were having sex. It was an interesting read.
When they enter the room, Hana is already gone. Itachi sets Takara's bag down on the luggage rack while the girl heads into the bathroom and starts stripping. He plugs her phone in for her—he has a feeling she's going to be out of it by the time he's done with her—then he heads toward the bathroom himself.
Accommodations in the Olympic Village are decent. Two people share a bedroom, which is equipped with twin-sized beds, a chest of drawers each that also function as bedside tables, luggage racks and a small shared closet. They have their own bathrooms, but they share a small living space with the room next to them. Like the bedroom, the living room is minimal; a table with four chairs, a couch, and some bean bag chairs. The bathrooms however are excellent.
Whoever designed the rooms knew that athletes would appreciate being able to take hot baths after long days of competition, and therefore the tub is fantastic, large enough even for two people if one of them is a small gymnast.
"Run the bath, not the shower," Itachi tells Takara as she pulls her hair out of the tightly braided bun the Olympic committee requires.
"I thought I was getting a massage," he watches her raise an eyebrow in the mirror as she pulls out the last of the clips.
"You will, but the water will help."
"Mmm, I need to shower first, I need to wash the stuff out of my hair," she replies, using makeup wipes to clean her face of layers of foundation, mascara and eyeshadow.
Finally, she's done and the girl he sees is the one he's used to, her hair down, cheeks dusted with freckles instead of blush, wearing just a pair of underwear and a sports bra. Itachi smiles softly. The all-around gold athlete with the perfect hair and makeup is the one the world sees. The one with the tired smile who blushes bright red because she finds him attractive, who works longer and harder than anyone else so she can feel like she deserves to be called the best female gymnast in the world.
She strips the last two pieces of clothing off, removing the medal still around her neck last of all. He skims her form appreciatively with his eyes as she steps into the shower and turns it on, moaning as hot water begins massaging her abused body. Itachi slides his own clothing off, kicking them into the room, and steps in behind her, stealing the shampoo out of her hands.
"You're going to wash my hair?"
"Hn," he pours a decent amount into his palm and rubs it into the top of her head, working out the gel she uses to keep her hair in place. He uses conditioner to get the rest out of the length of her hair, then turns her to face him so he can get it all out. Once he's gotten it from the crown of her head, she leans against him and Itachi gets the lather out of the rest.
"You want to wash yourself, or you want me to do it?" He asks once her hair is clean.
"I'll do it," she mumbles and steps back, blinking sleep out of her eyes. She washes quickly, then passes the scrub to him, "wash my back?" He takes the poof without a word, brushing her hair over her shoulders so he can get to work. He doesn't linger the way he wants to, the way he would if she'd simply given him the soap and let him use his fingers. Instead he focuses on simply getting her clean. Touching can come later.
All the soap washed away, he twists the handle that switches the shower over to the bath, water quickly starting the fill up the tub. He sits with his back at the opposite end from the faucet and spreads his legs. Takara fits herself between them, pressing back against his chest. When the tub is full, he nudges her toward the tap. Sluggishly, she turns the water off and sinks back against him.
"Sit up," he nudges her.
"Why?"
"Because if you do and give me the band on your wrist, I'll braid your hair now so you don't need to worry about it later when you're ready to sleep."
"Why do you make so much sense?" Takara groans and sits forward, passing the hairband back. Itachi begins combing her hair with his fingers, then braids her hair quickly, securing it easily. Once he's done, tossing the braid over her shoulder, she sinks back with a sigh, slipping down in the water until only her head is above it, resting gently against his chest.
Itachi focuses on letting her relax, which means trying to keep his erection manageable. They'd agreed not to have sex until after they're both done competing, and while he's still committed to that, it doesn't make this level of intimacy easier to handle when his body throbs for release. It's worth it though, to get this time with her. Now that they're here, they're usually busy at different times.
When the water cools, Itachi makes her get up, watching with satisfaction as she moves easier than she had just a short time before. Once she's up, he stands as well, draining the tub.
She turns to him, eyes glancing downward as she offers a towel. Takara bites her lip and Itachi shakes his head at the silent question. He steps forward, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. "Dry yourself off, then lay on the towel, on the bed, on your stomach and wait."
She obeys, taking her clothes into the other room with her, and he inhales deeply, calming his body enough that he'll last through touching her, until he can go back to his room and relieve himself.
Satisfied his control is in place, he heads back out. He promised Takara a massage and he intends to deliver.