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She's bent over the bed, elbows on the mattress with her pants pulled down, while Obito meticulously wipes her skin with alcohol and aims the needle to the spot. Rin hisses; a small bead of blood wells up at the puncture site, which Obito smooths out with a little pressure from a cotton ball, before patting on a bandaid.

"Thanks," Rin says. Obito is busy putting away the vials of medication, locking the needle with the autolock and picking up the used syringe. It's not until he looks up that he sees Rin standing in front of him, naked from the waist down, stepping out of her pants.

"Rin?"

She pulls off her shirt, her breasts swinging freely as she moves. "Let's have sex."

"...Really?"

"Yes." Rin tosses her shirt onto the floor and puts her hands on her hips, looking at him pointedly. "If I start having complications, they'll put me on pelvic rest again. So until then, I want to have as much sex and orgasms as I can in case that ever happens again."

Obito frowns at her. "Isn't that a bit like putting the cart before the horse?"

"So you don't want to have sex?"

"Um." He gestures helplessly. "Okay."

"Great!" Rin hops onto the bed.

"Obito?"

"Hm?"

"How many times do you think we've had sex?" Rin is settled on his chest; she moves to look up at him.

Obito considers. "I don't know," he says, honestly. "A lot?"

"Heh. That's not a number."

"Do you know the number?" Somehow the thought of Rin secretly tallying their lovemaking wouldn't be all that surprising to him.

"How long have we been together now? Three years?"

"Almost four," Obito says. Rin considers.

"Well. There's 52 weeks in a year, and we do it two or three times a week-"

"We were doing more in the beginning," Obito says. Rin laughs.

"Well yeah, we were doing it pretty much daily. But then we had that dry spell."

"Dry spell?"

"The stupid pelvic rest thing. And then that whole time you were working nights at the compound."

"Okay, so average. Twice a week."

"Twice a week for four years, 52 weeks a year...a little over 400?"

Obito laughs quietly. "That's a lot."

Rin grins. "It is." He kisses her forehead and they snuggle closer.

They fall quiet. Obito absently strokes her hair, looking up at the ceiling. She's a comfortable weight against his chest; he feels her hand tracing lazy circles across his sternum.

"Did you ever think we'd do this, when we were kids?" Rin asks.

"No," Obito says. He shifts to look at her. "Never."

"You know, it occurred to me, if the Moon's Eye Plan succeeded, and it was everything you intended..." she bites her lip, grinning at him, "...it just occurred to me that you'd die a virgin."

"I suppose I never really thought about it." Obito's fingers thread through her hair. "To be honest, I'm still pretty pissed about it. We both thought it would be like casting Izanagi on a wider scale. That Kaguya chakra tree thing was total bullshit."

"I guess that's what happens when you're tricked." Rin settles against him. "Obito?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm really glad it didn't happen."

His lips brush against her forehead. "Me too."