My first Naruto fanfiction, and I just love this pairing and papa Sasuke! I don't own Naruto or any character's you recognize! Enjoy!
"Leave me alone Boruto Uzumaki!" I yelled, stomping away from him, dropping my weapons baggie to the ground. Done with training.
"Sarada!" He grabbed my wrist, jerking me to face him. I slapped him, hard across his cheek, causing his head to jerk to the side.
"Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again." I crossed my arms, glaring at him, he wouldn't meet my gaze, holding his reddening cheek. I backed away from him, bumping into a training post. I leaned against it, looking at the ground. In the 3 years we've been together, we've never had a fight, yeah, we've argued, but those lasted no longer than 10 minutes, before we came to an agreement, and that was it. We've never grabbed each other in anger. I've never hit him before and he's never hit me. I suddenly felt shame. I don't even remember what caused this fight. Wait, I remember, some nameless girl was with Bolt. I never seen her before and I didn't like the way she was hanging on Bolt. She was here a second ago, Watching MY boyfriend train, it's hot so he's shirtless, and that just added fuel to the fire when she traced his abs, right in front of me. but she ran off with Himawari when we started arguing, smart.
"Sarada." Bolt moved towards me. I wouldn't look at him now. I focused on the grass, the dirt. I could feel his blue eyes on me, staring. "Sarada! Look at me! Are you jealous? Really. Zene is just an important merchants daughter, she didn't want to hang out with Himawari and Shikadai. I was just showing her around."
"I saw the way she was looking at you Bolt. Hanging all over your arm, laughing together. I ain't blind Bolt. She just traced your abs Bolt!" I said. "I bet she'd wouldn't hit you like I did."
"And you can do it again!" He grabbed my hands, putting them to his chest. "Push me, hit me, get it out of your system! I don't care, just don't bottle it up till it blows up like this! I know I'm a jackass, rude and as clueless as my father sometimes, and I don't understand why you put up with me, but if you feel like you gotta swing at me to get my attention, do it. I can take it Sarada. Look at me." I shook my head, jerking my hands back and covering my face.
"I don't want our relationship to morph into that. I don't want to hit you to get your attention." I could feel the burning behind my eyes, I felt gentle, callused hand, prying mine from my face. He succeeded and trapped both my hands in one of his, and my chin in his other, forcing me to look up at his face. My eyes zeroed in on the red hand mark.
"Hey. My eyes are up here." He chuckled, a dry chuckle, something I said to him when we were around 13, and I suddenly didn't have a flat chest. I have more than my mom, but not as much as my Aunts. Bolt couldn't meet my eye, and it took my papa knocking him out before he learned to hide it better. I glanced up, meeting his clear blue eyes, as light as mine were dark.
"I'm sorry." I muttered, dropping my gaze. He shook his head.
"You have nothing to apologize for." He let go of my chin, pulling my forehead protector off and tugging his off, something he liked to do. He shoved them both in his back pocket and dropped his forehead to mine. His nose bumping mine. He hated it when our forehead protectors bumped, hating the sound of metal on metal.
"Still. I'm sorry I got jealous of Zene." I whispered, tugging on my hands, freeing them and resting them on his chest as his came to the small of my back, his thumb rubbing circles on my back. He tighten his grip, pulling me closer. Shifting his feet to get closer. I closed my eyes as his breath fanned across my face. He froze, waiting for me to lean in and connect, like normal, but he got impatient and kissed me, hard. As I said, we've been together for three years, but this kiss was different from the quick ones we did outside my class or when we part ways at my door step. We've made out before, the last time we did, we were at his house, and got caught by Himawari, which was embarrassing. I felt like I was on fire and it was great. I felt Bolt run his tongue along my lips and I parted them, allowing him in. It was hard to deny him. His hands traveling down from my back to below my bum, I gasped as he suddenly pulled me up, my legs going around his waist, digging my fingers into his hair, pulling closer. Needing more. I realize I'll never have enough of Bolt ever. I could kiss him every day for 100 years and never get tired of it. He leaned heavily against me, the training post digging into my back. It was a fight for dominance, neither one of us giving in. Bolt eventually won when he shifted his hands from my thighs to my bum squeezing it, causing me to jump and him to win. The need for oxygen became too great and I pulled back, Bolt's head going to my shoulder, his hot breath against my neck was making my already red face darken. "Bolt." I whispered, breathing heavy. Bolt was kissing my neck, giving a nip to the spot where my neck met my shoulder.
"What?" He asked, his mouth still moving on my neck. I tip my head, giving him better access. He settled on my jugular vein.
"Don't you dare give me a hickey Boruto." I warn, grabbing his hands, which were still on my bum and made them shift them back to my thighs. I tightened my legs, pulling him closer when his teeth grazed my ear lobe. He groaned, muffled by my shoulder.
"You're killing me Sarada." He muttered, pulling me back up so my face was higher than his. I put my hands on his cheeks, brushing his wild hair back. I smiled at him, resting my forehead against his for once.
"I haven't been taller than you since the academy." I whispered. Kissing him again, he pulled back after only a moment.
"It was one year Sarada and it was a half inch!" Bolt pulled me away from the post, letting go of my thighs, I released his waist and let my feet hit the ground, making me about 4 inches shorter than him.
"Still was taller." I sang out, holding his hand as we started towards the village.
"Psh." He let out a weird sound. He tugged me back into him arms, his arms wrapping around me, while his chest pressed into my back. He leaned over, I let out a giggle as he blew a raspberry into the curve of my neck. I twisted around, looking up at him.
"Can't believe it's been 3 years." I sigh, leaning against him, running my fingers through his unkempt hair. Aunt learned early on, the strongest of hair gels nor combs could tame his cowlicks. Himawari learned to keep her hair long, it helped a little, but Bolt loved them wild, and so did I.
"Well, if you wanna be technical, we've been together since diapers, so, more like 17 years."
"Well, you first kissed me at my 14th birthday party, so it took you 14 years to get your act together."
"I always assumed you liked someone like Inojin."
"I've told you a thousand times. I never liked Inojin, he's weird and clingy and his pictures are creepy."
"Well, everyone always assumed you two were gonna be together, since your mothers are best frienemys."
"So are our dads. I like you more than you can ever imagine." Bolt played with the edge of my shirt, his fingers barely brushing against my skin, but still igniting flames every time he touched me. "Come on. I'll pay for some Ramen."
"You don't have too, I see something else I'd like to do." He muttered, his face back into my neck, leaving open mouth kisses, first along my neck then along my bare shoulder, only protection from his mouth was my spaghetti strap. His fingers creeping further under my tank top, his pinkys were messing with the edge of my pants. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, playing with the little hairs on the back of his neck, ready for round two of kissing. I was just about to pull Bolt to my level when,
"I would love some Ramen." I jumped back, Bolt shooting back too, tripping over his own feet in his haste and falling down. Papa was back from a mission.
"Hey Papa." I gave a slight wave. Papa was in the tree, just sitting there. I felt my face heat up, wondering how long he's been there.
"Sarada, what was our rule about dating the mini-dobe?" Papa jumped down, walking towards us.
"Ummm, no touching, kissing or any contact what so ever unless you or mother was within eye sight." I looked at the ground, my hands behind my back, Bolt stayed on the ground, looking ready to, well bolt.
"And, what were you just doing?"
"Kissing my boyfriend."
"Looks like he was trying to get under your shirt." Papa shot Bolt a glare. "And where is his shirt?"
"Papa, we're gonna be 18 in a few months, may I remind you, Uncle and Aunt Had Bolt when they were 19, married at 18, and you had me 2 short months later."
"That has nothing to do with anything." Papa crossed his arms, still glaring.
"Papa, we already promised we weren't gonna have sex, nor talk about marriage till we were 20, but you have to trust us eventually."
"I don't have to do anything. You are my baby girl, and I don't ever want to hear that word come out of your mouth again."
"Papa!" I reached down to help Bolt up. "We are gonna get some Ramen, alone. And we are gonna hold hands and maybe kiss. We aren't going to have sex till after we're married, which won't be for 3 years. We talked about this 3 years ago when you tried to kill him for kissing me. Now I love you Papa, but you gotta give us some space." I scooped up Bolt's shirt, tossing it at him.
"You will be home in an hour!" Papa called after me, I waved back at him.
"Ok." I called back.
"We're gonna get married in three years?" Bolt whispered into my ear, I felt my face heat up,
"Umm, well, I assumed since we were, you know, um." Bolt cut me off, his finger on my lips, shutting me up,
"I know. I love you too." and he just turned and started walking towards the village, leaving me stunned, neither one ever saying that.
"Hey! You can't just say that, then walk away!" I called after him.
"Well, walk next to me then. Mrs. Uzumaki." He called back. i felt my face heat up more.
"Bolt!"
"What? We're getting married in 3 years, might as well get use to it." He laughed. I jogged after him.
"Did you just propose?" I asked, Bolt shrugged, grabbing my hand.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Now let's get some Ramen Mrs. Sarada Uzumaki." He tugged me through the woods, the village coming into view. I smiled and tightened my grip on his larger hand. I could get use to hearing Sarada Uzumaki.
And Done! I personally love how this turned out and I totally free handed it (in case you can't tell.) Review and tell me how I did!