Two weeks.

Two weeks without sex was what she stated. After that, Boruto didn't know what to do, so he let her win the fight for their sake. Sarada left the room victorious, but he was completely aware her threat wouldn't take long to be over and all he needed to do was wait.

She gave up faster than expected, Boruto thought three days after their discussion when he got home and she was wearing the tightest dress he'd ever seen. He got closer and hugged her from behind, leaving a wet kiss on her neck.

"Is this a new dress?"

His hands easily traveled her body till the end of the dress, and he could feel her whole body shiver due to his touch. He smirked when she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, giving more away than she should. Next thing he knew, his hands were placed on her back and Sarada was facing him with a slight blush. She was quick, he forgot that.

"Do you like it?" He nodded at her question while kissing her and she smiled, still biting her lip. "Good, but you can't touch me," she whispered so close to his ear that the sensation made a nice feeling grow inside of him. She left him right after the remark. He knew she had won once again.

A war is made of battles, and she won the first two rounds. He was ready for whatever she decided to do next.

"That skirt is so small you could as well not be wearing anything," Boruto stated, not even looking at her, pretending to be focused on going through the things inside the cabinets. In reality, he wasn't focused at all, it was impossible to do so because his mind was tempted by the woman on the other side of the kitchen.

Sarada crossed her arms, resting her body against the wall. She was staring directly at him, not even blinking. "Do you want me to not wear anything?"

He turned to face her, his hands over the stand. "It's up to you."

That was when she started to take her skirt off, bending down really slow and without breaking eye contact not even for a second. Boruto didn't know what was worse: the fact that she had just stripped in front of him, or the way her eyes looked when she began to walk in his direction wearing only a small shirt and lace underwear. His grip on the stand was stronger at every step she took, and he rationally decided to avert her gaze but it was easier planning it than actually stop watching her. Sarada got close enough for her warmth to be an issue. Boruto closed his eyes.

"Here." She placed the skirt on the stand behind him. "I do feel better now, thanks for the suggestion."

When he opened his eyes again she was not there anymore. Boruto took a deep breath, grabbed the skirt and let out a chuckle before leaving the kitchen.

Their house was now a war zone, and nowhere was safe.

Well, nowhere was actually a precise description because Sarada knew no boundaries when it came to annoying Boruto. He was still asking himself how she had the audacity to enter into the bathroom while he showered in the morning.

"I'm late, we'll have to shower together."

She was not late, but still, invaded without asking—and without clothes. Boruto chuckled and turned his back to her, even though that didn't make the image of her naked body—the one he wanted so much—disappear from his mind.

"You're complicated."

"And yet you chose to marry me."

"I never had an option."

It was a difficult situation for Boruto, but it was even more for Sarada since he was showing no reaction to her little games how he was supposed to—every time she did something, he simply closed his eyes and smirked. It didn't matter how beautiful she looked or how much of her seduction ability she was using, he was not giving up. One week and a half had passed and nothing, he was not even trying. Sarada started to think about how to overcome his strategy.

He was inside their room reading on a chair, and Sarada decided that was the right moment to use her ultimate plan. When she entered the room only wearing a robe, Boruto took a deep breath and did his best to keep his concentration on the book. As soon as he heard the sound of keys, his sight was directed to her.

"Why are you locking the door?" Boruto placed the book on the nightstand, already knowing that Sarada wouldn't let him read either way.

"So you can't run."

Boruto smirked. "Why would I want to run?"

When she threw the robe on the floor, he regretted the question. How was he supposed to control himself when she was clearly putting so much effort? The red lingerie was barely something to cover her body since he could see through it all. Sarada knew how to make adrenaline run through his veins. When he looked to the side to avoid her, a soft hand held his chin while she bent in front of him. The view was mesmerizing, every inch of her perfect skin was asking him for his touch, and yet he couldn't.

"You won't look away this time."

Boruto sighed. "Sarada…"

"I like the way you say my name."

The sound of her voice was so good that he almost lost control only because of it, but he decided to win by her rules. Sarada bit his lip and smiled making a cold sweat run down his spine. Her black eyes were filled by desire and Boruto was definitely ready to solve her problem—if she only let him. Sarada spread her legs to sit on his knees and started to spread soft kisses on his neck. He was nearly ignoring everything and kissing her in all possible places.

As soon as Sarada departed enough for Boruto to see her face, nothing more than an exchange of glances was needed.

He placed both hands on her waist and finally pushed their bodies together, kissing her with so much passion as she pleased and as he intended. The soft moans that escaped her mouth were driving the sane part of him into complete lust. Boruto couldn't wait to tear her underwear apart, so he carried her to the bed carefully, throwing her under his body while their tongues were still fighting for dominance inside their mouths.

Sarada giggled softly. "I won."

Losing it was the best decision he made.

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