The coaxing chime of her cell phone's alarm slowly begins to stir Sarada from her deep, dreamless slumber, and she slowly opens her eyes to groan lowly and weakly deny and lament her existence to the world around her.

The chiming eventually stops, and Sarada's eyelids begin to flutter closed again and sink back into her world of peace and darkness… Just before she gets to sleep, the phone rings again in a different tone. As soon as she recognizes the ringtone and realizes who's calling, she snaps her eyes open and sits straight up in bed, frantically crawling over the groaning lump under the covers beside her and nearly tumbling off the bed leaning over to burrow through her suitcase to find her phone and answer it.

"H-Hello?"

"Sarada, you didn't come home last night, and you didn't answer any of our calls. We were worried about you."

Sarada gulps and slowly crawls back across the bed to slip under the covers again. She knew she forgot something last night… Now she was tired and she felt bad.

"Ugh, I'm really sorry, Papa… This trip has just been hell, and to top it all off, the snow last night cancelled my flight, so I had to stay over at a friend's house. I'll be home by this evening, and I'll call you in a few hours right before I get on the plane. You and Mama won't believe the story I have to tell you when I get home…"

Sasuke chuckles on the other end of the line. "It's alright, Sarada. Just check your phone more often, and take it easy. It sounds like it's been a long few days for you. Call when you're back on the ground, and your mother will be there to pick you up."

"Alright, Papa. Love you."

Sarada hangs up and sighs tiredly, setting her phone on the nightstand nearby and laying her head back down on the pillows.

"Sleep well?" yawns a voice beside her, and Sarada glances over, blushing at the sight of Boruto's bare upper body, and the resurgence of memories about what they did last night while she was drunk and horny…

Sarada hardens herself and crosses her arms, making sure her whole body is concealed by the sheets as she looks up at the ceiling again. "Yeah, sure. Slept great. Guess you're pretty proud of yourself right now?"

He smirks and shrugs, running his fingers through his hand before folding his arms behind his head and leaning back against the headboard. "I had fun. And I could tell you were having fun, too. No point in being pouty and stubborn about it now."

Sarada tilts her chin and huffs, but her stony mask doesn't hold against Boruto's prodding fingers tickling up her sides, and she squirms and whines.

"Come on, come on. Admit you had a good time," Boruto chuckles as Sarada fights him off.

"Fine, fine! I-It was the best sex I've had in a while! Now quit it!"

Boruto lifts a brow and grins as he pulls away. "Wow, was it really? Now I'm feeling pretty proud of myself."

Sarada gives Boruto a push on the shoulder and rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Better savor the memory, I highly doubt we'll have another chance meeting like this."

"When are you heading to the airport?"

"My flight's booked for 2:00 this afternoon."

Boruto scoffs and smirks. "It's 9:00, the airport's twenty minutes away, and I've already got morning wood. We've got time for another round, if you're down."

Sarada pauses, taken aback for a moment, before she shakes her head and glares at Boruto again. "What? Don't be ridiculous! I already don't know if I can look Himawari in the eye today. Whenever she came home last night, I'm sure she saw my nightclothes on the floor downstairs and connected the dots about what happened. I couldn't fuck her brother again knowing that she's asleep in a room nearby, already mortified that her best friend would do such a thing, or even worse, that she's awake, and would be able to hear us. That's just-"

Sarada pauses at the sound of her phone buzzing, and quickly goes to grab it again, in case it was one of her parents texting her for something, or another important message. Sarada instead finds a text from Himawari, with more coming in as she reads it.

Hima: Hey Sarada! Sry I didnt come home last night. You rmmbr that cute guy w/ the bowl cut I told u I met the gym? He was the club! We talked & danced 4 a while & got drunk. Then he took me back 2 his place & we played checkers & watched some Lifetime.

Hima: Im kidding, he fucked me. LOL ;3 Ill give u deets when I get home. Chocho gotta bring my car & pick me up. Will be there in like a couple hrs. Hope Bolts not bugging u 3 much.

Hima: 2* much

Hima: Anyway talk 2 u soon! Luv u bbq xoxo

The last text Sarada receives from Himawari is an attachment, and she opens it to find a selfie of Himawari sitting up in a bed with the sheets drawn up to cover her bare chest, using her free hand to hold up two fingers in a victory sign next to her face.

Sarada stares for several long moments at the picture, processing what she had read and what she was seeing with a completely silent, deadpan expression. After some time, she turns her phone completely off, and sets it back on the nightstand before turning to look at a curious Boruto.

"Know what? I'm suddenly horny," she says, throwing the covers off the both of them to fully bare their nude bodies to each other. Boruto's wide grin returns, and he gladly allows Sarada to kiss him deeply as she climbs into his lap and positions herself atop his aforementioned morning wood.

Sarada's face lights up brighter as she slowly lowers her hips, and as she sinks down and fills herself with cock, pleasure floods her form again, and the fresh memories and images of what she'd just read and seen already begin to fade away and leave her mind…

0o0

It was half past noon when Sarada was finally ready. Hot morning sex and a hot morning shower really has a way of refreshing a person, and Sarada steps downstairs dragging her stuffed suitcase with her, wearing a long, thick grey sweater dress under a heavy jacket and black boots, a knitted cap, and mittens, smiling and relaxed, almost completely unlike the tense frown she had been wearing for almost the entirety of the trip.

"Hima just told me she's pulling up, so I guess I'm gone," Sarada says as she turns to Boruto, who follows her down the steps with a casual t-shirt and shorts on. Unlike Sarada, Bolt had no plans of going outside.

"You live in Oto, yeah?" he asks with a yawn, leaning against the wall. "I've got a concert there coming up in about a month from now, and I could easily get you a backstage pass if you wanna come."

Sarada raises a brow at Boruto and shakes her head. "Just because we fucked and I liked it doesn't mean I suddenly like your music now, you dope."

Boruto simply smirks. "Who said anything about my music? I just want you backstage. You and a few groupies. Then we can see if what you said about being a better ass-shaker wasn't just drunk gloating."

She did say that… Sarada blinks for a moment before rolling her eyes and laughing, setting her hands on her hips. "Well, in that case, I'll think about it, if I can fit it in my schedule. See you."

"Later," Boruto says with a wave, pushing off the wall and heading into the living room as Sarada moves toward the front door.

After a long trip full of bullshit and unexpected pleasantries, Sarada expected to open the door and see Himawari's Prius, the silver chariot that would finally whisk her away down the start of the road toward home and relaxation in her own bed again. Instead, she encounters yet another obstacle that she'd forgotten about: Chocho.

"I know you didn't call me 'Slinky' last night," the feisty plus-sized model says with a playfully aggressive squint at Sarada, while Himawari stands bundled up in her coat and mittens a little ways down the walk, holding a camera and recording the whole thing.

There's a moment's pause before Sarada realizes there's no choice but to play it up and play along, and she smirks and responds, "Sure did. Wanna fight about?" as she raises her fists.

Chocho puts up her dukes as well, and the two of them circle each other threateningly on the steps for a few moments before Chocho lunges first and tackles Sarada into the snow, turning the who thing into a squirming, struggling, purely good-natured wrestle in the snow, while Himawari stands off to the side, hyping it up with cheers and chants of "WorldStar! WoooooorldStar!" every few seconds.

She was cold and wet and uncomfortable, her hair was now a mess, and she was pretty sure she flashed her panties under her sweater dress at least two times to Himawari's camera as she and Chocho went at it in the snowy yard. But they were all laughing and having a good time, and Sarada had a concert she now had to pencil in, apparently.

Despite everything that went wrong on this shitty business trip, Sarada was perfectly content. Things almost couldn't be better at that moment. It certainly could be worse.

Thanks for reading, guys! I had a blast writing out this epilogue, and I hope you had a blast reading this short little ficlet all the way through! Sorry this took me soooo long to complete, but it's finally done, and I'm proud of it. :3

Don't know what I'm going to be working on next besides Eleven Fifty-Four, but follow me anyway, to keep up with my Naruto story updates and new Naruto stories I'm going to be doing in the future. Constructive criticism is always welcome! Anything you think I can improve on in future stories, be sure to let me know!

~M.H.C~

May all your~

Hearts beat with~

Calamity~!

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