To Walk Alongside You-

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Chapter Four-

Taking Chances

I woke up feeling warm and squashed. I tried to wiggle around a bit only to have arms pull me closer against a broad chest. My body tensed and my eyes flew open, seeing Boruto's sleeping face right in front of mine. Three things hit me at once: one, he was in his freaking briefs, two, i was in my underwear and his shirt, three, I was trapped between his very naked body and the back of the couch.

"Kyaaa!" I yelled and shoved him off, the blanket going with him as he fell.

"What the fuck," He groaned sleepily, rolling onto his back and clutching his head. "Ow."

I just stared at him, wide eyed and face flushed. I can't believe this. What the heck was I thinking last night?!

"Sarada?" He sat up, blinking at me.

The blanket was only covering one of his legs now. Too much of him was revealed. My eyes couldn't help roaming over his muscled chest, his strong arms and abs. Everything about his body just screamed dominance and strength and I couldn't deny that it was hot. He was hot. Just when had the boy I had known grown into a man? My gaze went back up to his face that was full of lust, his features soft and his eyes clouded with hunger.

"Are you alright?" I asked, feeling a little guilty for pushing him off like that.

"Yeah…" He said, voice deep from sleep and something more that I didn't want to think about.

He got up slowly, not even thinking about grabbing the blanket to cover himself. My blushed deepened when I saw his morning wood, quickly looking away from his very big problem.

"The fuck's your face so red for?" He asked, clicking his tongue as he stretched, walking even closer to me as if he didn't have a care nor shame in the world.

"You have a, uh . . . situation." I told him, looking back at it and hoping he would finally notice. How could he not notice? And why was I looking at it again?!

He quirked a brow, following my line of vision that had accidentally dropped to said situation once again. "Oh, you trying to handle it?" He smirked then, his hand moving right over the situation.

My jaw dropped and my blush spread all over my body. "You did not just say that!"

Boruto shrugged, looking indifferent. "I did… but I know you're a little scared ass." I couldn't believe him!

"Boruto, you better take your blonde butt in the bathroom and handle your . . . your . . . go handle that!" I ordered, trying to calm myself.

He laughed as if my demands were the funniest thing. "It would be so much more fun if you handled it though… wouldn't it?" He moved even closer to me, backing me against the couch until I had no way of escape.

"Stop teasing!" I demanded and pushed his chest, trying to shove him off. It was futile and only ended up with my hands deciding to trail down his solid chest, my eyes catching sight of that tattoo of his. "God, you just . . . . you're so . . . . I feel hot . . ." I whispered, my thighs clenching together.

He leaned closer, his lips moving to brush over my ear. "Good. That's just what I want." He admitted, not missing anything about my reaction to him. When his tongue flicked across my earlobe though, I yelped.

"B-Boruto!"

"Are you like this every morning… or only when you see me like this?" He asked, breath hot at my ear. He wasn't moving.

"I-" I started and licked my lips, throat suddenly dry. "I've never been like this." I didn't know what we were doing nor why, but I couldn't deny my excitement.

His hand moved to my neck, fingers ghosting across my skin. "Never been like what?" He asked, voice quiet and so husky that it and his touch gave me cold chills all over.

I scratched his pecks in frustration, upset that he was still teasing. "Jerk. I'm not going to say it."

"Why the fuck not?" He smirked at my ear, repositioning himself so that I could feel his erection against my naked thigh. "Stop being such a scared ass."

"I'm not!" I huffed and moved a hand up into his hair, pulling his head back. "I'm a total badas-I'm bad."

"Trying to be rough now?" He grinned, face far too close to mine. Our lips were merely an inch apart. "Better calm down, Sarada… if you get any redder you might explode."

I have had enough of his stupid attitude. "Really?" I asked and opened my legs, making his body fall right between them. "From where I sit, you're the one about to explode."

"I won't deny it. So do something about it." He murmured, completely at ease with the position I'd granted him.

"Fine." I said and smirked. "I will."

I moved my hand down from his chest and gripped his erection, making him hiss. I felt a wave of power flow through me and just as I was about to explore this sudden boldness, I heard a groan from the hallway.

"Sis! Where's breakfast?" Junior yelled and my heart stopped.

"Shit. I'm going to kick his ass for this later." Boruto grumbled unhappily, quickly grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around himself. "Good luck." He said to me before hurrying off, hiding behind the wall just as Junior came by and then sneaked behind him, continuing down the hallway.

Junior halted in his tracks as his eyes landed on me, taking in my appearance. Then his eyes found both mine and Boruto's clothes on the ground. His gaze came back to me and we stared in silence for a moment.

" . . . . Did you use protection?" Junior asked.

"SASUKE UCHIHA JUNIOR!" I roared and he quickly fled, heading to the kitchen.

I had to force myself to take deep breaths before I made myself an only child. I picked up my clothes and shook my head, overwhelmed by what has happened in the last twenty four hours. It was insane what we went through and when I stopped to think about it, I honestly couldn't regret anything. Everything had been so . . . natural. I had let things reach a level they never had before. What I did, what we did was something best friends would never do no matter how you looked at it. Yes we had challenged and teased each other, Boruto more so than me, but there had been so much fire between us.

I had to admit it to myself, I was attracted to him. I was attracted to that rough and reckless blonde that made me want to punch his face and protect him from loneliness. I wanted to support him in every way possible and be the only one that he looked at with so much passion. A small part of me still wanted to hide behind the belief that he was only teasing me, but a larger part wanted him to be just as affected as I was. He couldn't have faked the desire in his eyes and his words were spoken with truth.

Boruto would never tease me that far and I needed to come to terms with that. My feeling were changing, no, they have already changed. I liked him, I really liked him. Now the question was, what do I do now? Now that I feel this way, should I confess? Did he even feel the same way? I shook my head at that thought and put on my pants. He had to feel something, I knew he did. No one looked at someone the way he looked at me without wanting more. Yet, diving head first into this was definitely not possible. To cross that line between friend and lover was . . . scary.

As I was trying to process all the thoughts whirling around my mind, I overheard some loud whispering from the kitchen.

"The fuck you looking at like that?" Boruto hissed none too quietly.

"You know exactly what." Junior responded. "I know I told you to keep it in your pants until I left, but I didn't think you'd have the balls to whip it out."

"Nothing got whipped out. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Mind your own business."

"After watching you two dance around for years, I think it is my business. I have eyes, Boruto, don't play dumb!" Junior told him. "You know you're like a brother to me, but if you get her pregnant, I'm cutting it off."

"What the actual fuck… pregnant? And cutting what off you idiot? You're talking out of your ass now, kid."

Junior sighed. "I'm talking about you getting ass last night . . . . didn't you?"

Boruto didn't say anything for a moment but then finally he huffed, "No. Sarada is my best friend. Not my girl."

My heart clenched at his words, knowing what he said was true but hating it nonetheless.

"So . . . nothing happened? Then why the hell were you two practically naked? Your clothes were all over the place." Junior pointed out.

"It was hot…" Boruto answered casually.

"It was hot." Junior repeated sarcastically and sighed again. "Fine, don't tell me what happened, I don't really want the image in my head anyway. Just promise me that you're going to make up your mind about what you want, no more of this best of both worlds shit. Either you want my sister or you don't. I can't sit by and watch you play with her feelings anymore."

"Whatever. I have to get out of here I've got a lot of shit to do."

It was then that I looked up a bit sadly as I saw Boruto walking through. His eyes met mine and he seemed no happier than I. "See you. I've gotta head to the shop. Lock up when you go." He told me before reaching his door and walking out without another word.

This wasn't what I wanted at all. If I continued with my feelings and confessed, would things end up like this? Would we break? Perhaps this wasn't a smart decision after all. Junior seemed convinced that Boruto felt something more than friendship and I thought so too. However, even I wasn't able to tell if it was denial or how he truly felt. Junior came out of the kitchen and he looked at me apologetically.

"You heard all of that?" He asked, voice small.

"It doesn't matter." I told him, voice even. "I'll cook you breakfast and then we can leave."

I walked passed him without waiting for a response. We ate in silence that continued as we drove home, finally breaking as we passed the park.

"I shouldn't have stepped in like that . . . it wasn't my place." Junior said, eyes staring sadly out the window.

"No, you were only worried about me. And Boruto." I reassured. "Besides, what you said was true. We have been dancing around each other . . . I just didn't want to admit it. Maybe we weren't meant to be more than friends."

Junior looked over to me at that. "The hell you aren't. Look, Sis, you shouldn't give up because Boruto is scared to tell you how he feels. I think what the two of you have is special . . . it . . . it reminds me of Mom and Dad."

"Really?" I asked and glanced over at him, smiling.

"Hn." He grunted and the tips of his ears reddened in embarrassment. "Though I think you two argue more than they do."

I giggled and nodded my head, not able to disagree. If Boruto was in denial and was scared, then perhaps all I needed to do was show him that I was scared too. It didn't take much longer to get home and I pulled into our driveway a little nervous. I had stolen Boruto's shirt and left mine at his house. I had no idea how I managed that when Junior and I had packed our bags before leaving. I figured it was fifty fifty if Mom noticed, but Dad . . . he was sure to know what was up.

Junior and I headed inside and found our parents in the living room, a large vase of red roses sitting on the coffee table.

"Sarada… these came for you this morning. They're so beautiful." Mom cooed, smiling brilliantly at me.

"What the f-heck?" Junior voiced, barley avoiding his curse.

I walked over to the vase and picked up the card, reading it out loud. "These reminded me of your beauty and I hope they will brighten your day. From, your secret admirer."

"Oh my!" Mom squealed. "That is so sweet. Sarada who is this secret admirer, huh? It must be you know who."

I blushed at that, knowing she meant Boruto. "Mom." I whined, but I honestly thought it was him too. No one else would send me flowers but, would he really do that after what had happened this morning? Or was it because of it?

"No way he would write something like that." Junior scoffed and Mom glared at him.

"Junior, take Levi and Lou for a walk." Mom ordered, obviously not pleased with his comment.

"Tch." He grunted quietly and did as he was told, not missing the look Dad sent him. It was the 'we are going to have a chat later' glare.

"What time did they come?" I asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this. If it really was Boruto, then perhaps he was taking a chance and moving towards more.

"About half an hour ago." Mom answered, looking fondly at the flowers. "Why would he want to put 'secret admirer' though?"

"Because he doesn't want to die." Dad stated and I rolled my eyes. Sometimes he was way too protective.

"Sasuke!" Mom glared at him. "Stop pretending like you don't approve. You know those two have loved each other since they were in diapers anyway."

"Mom!"

Dad made a face but didn't comment. "Sarada, we need to have a chat." He told me and I tensed. This wasn't going to be good.

I took a seat on the couch across from him, knowing I couldn't escape this. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I know you're an adult now and can make you own decisions." He began, gesturing to my shirt. "However, I want you to be careful and . . . prepared."

My eyes widened at the implication and there was no denying that Junior was just like him. "Oh my god, Dad, please tell me we aren't going to have the safe sex talk. I already know."

"Thank goodness." He sighed and relaxed a bit. "I would really hate to have to kill him."

"Sasuke…" Mom smiled. "You know Sarada knows what she's doing. She has a good head on her shoulders and she can't help it if she loves him. I mean… you remember us at their age."

"That's why I needed to make sure." He smirked and I groaned. Honestly.

Mom giggled before turning back to me. "Sarada, you should go see Boruto and thank him for the roses. They really are beautiful."

"Change your clothes first." Dad ordered and Mom lightly hit him on the shoulder.

"Alright." I grinned and went to my room.

I decided to shower and then put on one of my favorite dresses. It was the red sundress Mom gave to me on my twentieth birthday. She said she used to wear it often when she and Dad went to the park for some of their mellower date nights. I put my black hair in two loose braids draping down my back. Then I put on my black flats and pushed up my glasses, taking one last look in the mirror. If Boruto was willing to take a chance on us, then so was I. I grabbed my keys and got back into my car. I was nervous and drove a little slower than usual as I headed to the shop. It wasn't guaranteed that Boruto would want to reveal that he was the secret admirer so soon, but he had to have known I would figure it out.

Regardless, I didn't want to push him too much and would try to comfort him. When I got to the shop, I found Boruto under his car, only his lower half visible. My eyes fell to his crotch and I couldn't help remembering how I had copped a feel only hours ago. I valiantly fought off a blush and took a deep breath. Now really wasn't the time to be thinking about that no matter how much I had enjoyed it. I cleared my throat, hoping to get his attention.

"Ah, shit." Boruto snapped, groaning in frustration as I heard a wrench going to work quickly.

I tried again, but he didn't hear me, too caught up in his struggling. "Having issues?" I asked.

"Sarada?" He called, rolling out from under his car, his whole face covered in black grease and a wrench in his hand. He looked surprised as he took me in. "What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, had an urge to see you." I said and grabbed a clean rag from the rack. "Though not covered in grease." I teased and leaned down to wipe his face.

"You had an urge to see me?" He asked incredulously. "Really?"

"Yes, hold still." I told him and he waited until I was finished. My hands may have lingered a bit.

He looked at me, brows pulled together and lips slightly parted. "So you're… not mad at me for this morning?"

I shook my head. "No . . . I don't think I really could be. I was . . . I felt the same way." I said quietly. "Scared."

"Scared?" He asked just as quietly, turning worried. "I scared you… I never meant to scare you, Sarada."

"You didn't scare me." I smiled. "As if I would be scared of my underling."

His eyes fell from my face then. "I don't… understand. I wasn't scared… so… who was?"

"We were." I stated firmly. "To take a chance . . . but you did anyway, didn't you?"

He shook his head, looking defeated. "I crossed the line, Sarada… and I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry, Boruto, I already forgave you . . . I think even before I got your roses."

His left brow rose then. "You… got me roses?" He asked, taken aback.

"What?" I asked in confusion. "Was I supposed to return the gift?"

"Gift? What are you talking about, Sarada? You're confusing the hell outta me."

Was he really playing dumb right now? "I'm talking about the roses you sent me this morning, as my secret admirer."

For several moments he stared at me in wonder until suddenly his face fell, and then twisted in what appeared to be anger. "Sarada… it wasn't me."

"What?" I asked for the second time, standing up. "It had to be you, no one else would send me flowers."

He refused to meet my eyes as he sighed. "They must have… Seriously… I'm sorry but I didn't send them." He told me earnestly, his eyes darkening even more and voice turning softer.

"What?" I asked for a third time. "But I . . . you . . . oh no." I said, ashamed. "I-I'm sorry I, I shouldn't have assumed."

Boruto got on his feet, taking the rag I'd used to wipe his hands as he paced around his car. His whole body was tense, blue eyes narrowed at nothing in particular. "Fucking flowers… are you kidding me?" He scoffed to himself, slinging the rag off to the side somewhere. "Who sent them?" He asked then, turning to me, lips mulling together as he awaited my response.

"I don't know, I thought it was you." I said, taken aback by his behavior. I couldn't recall ever seeing him like this.

"They sent a card? And what kind of fucking flowers?" He asked, demanding answers.

"Roses . . ." I reminded. "Because they remind them of my beauty?" I said uncertainly. I wasn't one to call myself a beauty, I was average at best.

He shook his head and let out a sound that let me know he was not happy. "First of all… if I was going to send you flowers… I would never send you fucking roses. They're ancient history. I would send you orchids, because I know how much you love them. And… I don't know who the fuck sent them… but when I find out…" He trailed off, still pacing around his car, more lively now. His arms were swinging with every step he took and he was practically bouncing on his feet.

I couldn't understand why he was so upset until I paid more attention to his words. I could be assuming things again, but . . . was he jealous?

"Fucking hell… I can't… I'm… This is just. Ooh."

I was torn. It really seemed like he was jealous. One part of me wanted to call him out on it, maybe confirm it, but the other wanted to silently enjoy it.

"Who in the… I don't…" He growled out a string of curses then, storming over to me with a fire in his eyes. "Who do you think sent them?"

"I-I don't know." I stuttered, not ready for his attention to be back on me. "I don't really have a lot of guys in my life. Maybe it was someone from work?"

"Some guy has been trying to get with you at your work?" He asked then, his anger flaring. Oh my god, he was definitely jealous!

My heart soared at the realization and I couldn't help grinning. "I don't know."

His mouth fell open at my words. "What the fuck do you mean you don't know? That's not even… are you trying to… Sarada."

"Yes?" I asked happily. I would soak this up for as long as I could.

He ran his hands through his hair in frustration and groaned again. "You find out who the fuck sent them and tell their ass not to try it again… or I will."

I liked the sound of that. "I will . . . if I find out who it is."

"You will find out who that fucktard is and you will handle it… unless you want me to kill his ass."

I liked the sound of that too. "Hold on there, hot shot. You don't know who it is. Maybe you shouldn't be making threats like that."

"I don't make threats. Ever. I say what I mean and mean what the fuck I say. You can take it as a promise and nothing less."

"Alright, I'll do my best." I told him, letting it go for now, but I hoped I would get more flowers soon.

Boruto walked closer to me, until his chest was against mine, his breath fanning my face. "Why the hell do you seem so happy… you don't even like fucking no good roses. Oooooh… roses from some stranger 'I'm sooo happy'."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I hummed.

"You're mighty fucking cheeky not to know what the hell I'm talking about." He glared at me, getting even closer until our noses were touching.

I smirked and grabbed his collar, tilting my head. "Do I?" I asked and kissed him on the cheek.

I watched as his neck and ears turned red and he looked at me with the widest blue eyes, blinking several times as if trying to register what had just happened.

"D-did… Did you just…" He floundered, not even breathing for a moment. "You kissed me." He whispered then, completely blown away.

"I did." I confirmed and bit my bottom lip. "Do you want me to do it again?"

His whole face reddened then and he turned his head away from me, lips forming a pout. "What the hell are you trying to do here?" He huffed, taking a few steps back.

"Ooh, Boruto Uzumaki on the retreat, never thought I'd see the day." I teased, following him.

"Sarada." He said my name in warning, taking a step back for each one that I took towards him. "D-don't come any closer."

My smirk turned feral. "Oh no, I think I will." I said and kept advancing.

A few more steps and Boruto was backed against the wall, staring at me almost fearfully. I moved like him, getting close enough so that our bodies were touching and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"You're fucking trying me, Sarada."

I shook my head, lightly running a hand up his chest. "I'm not trying, I'm doing, blondie."

"You think you've got me… but I can turn this around quick as fuck." He threatened, moving his lips to my neck. "And you may have forgotten but… your dad has cameras all over this place." He said then, smirking before his tongue suddenly ran across my pulse.

I shivered but held my ground, having too much fun. "I know. And you may have forgotten whose butt he'll kick when he sees it."

Boruto laughed then. "I'm not scared of his old ass. I can outrun him with ease and you're the one that has to live with him."

"You're not fooling me, this act is getting old." I sighed and hooked my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek again.

His hands went to my hips, slowly moving up my sides and coming to cradle my face. His hands were so big and rough from working so much. But I loved the way the felt on me. When his head tilted and his lips moved closer to mine, my breath hitched.

"You asked for it." He murmured, moving to brush his lips ever so softly against mine. I couldn't believe a touch so gentle could have such an effect, but I felt it… everywhere, all over me. He sucked in a breath then before his lips covered mine fully, kissing me deeply. It didn't last long, but it was so meaningful, so sweet… except he tasted like a grease factory.

"Boruto . . ." I hummed. "Do it again."

I didn't have to tell him more than once before his lips were back on mine, this time more firmly. He kissed me with such a passion that it stole my breath and left my heart pounding. His fingers tightened against my neck as his head tilted. A moan escaped me and just as my lips parted, his tongue slipped past them, finding mine and just that easily… we were lost in each other. Everything but this moment and this kiss was forgotten to us.

When his lips finally pulled away from mine and the kiss was broken, I opened my eyes slowly to meet his. He'd never looked at me in such a way… those blue eyes were so honest, so sincere. His hands continued to cradle my face for several moments and neither of us moved. We just stared at each other and I couldn't help wondering if this was real… if we'd really just kissed like that or if I was dreaming.

"Was that good enough for you?" He asked, voice husky.

"Do it again." I teased, giggling. It was more than enough, it was . . . amazing.

He smirked and ran his thumb across my lips slowly. "You fucking wish."

He was impossible and so freaking cocky. But I liked it. "I see. You can't handle me." I challenged.

A chuckle escaped him and he shook his head slightly. "No… it's actually the other way around. I'm trying to look out for you."

"Ahuh." I mused and tugged a blonde strand. "If that were true, you would give me what I want. Get to it, underling."

He sighed, a grin spreading across his face. "You're mighty needy, little dove."

I blushed at the pet name, never hearing him speak so gently. "And you aren't?"

"Oh I am… I won't deny it." He laughed. "Still though… I think I'll leave you wanting more for now."

I puffed out my cheeks at that, pouting. "Jerk."

"If I keep on, you'll get even needier… then I would have to take things a step further and you're not ready for that." He said, but his thumb was stroking my lips again and his eyes were locked on them.

"So what I'm hearing is . . ." I began and nipped his thumb. "You can't resist me."

"Damn right. If I kiss you again… there's no telling where it might lead."

I stood on my tippy toes and kissed his forehead. "You mean there's no telling where I might lead you. I am the boss, Boruto. The bad A boss."

"Believe what you will. I won't stop you." He smiled brightly at me, blue eyes shining. "Hell, since you're feeling so brash… maybe we should try again."

"Try what again?" I asked, curious as to what he meant.

He rolled his eyes then and laughed loudly. "What the fuck am I going to do with you?"

"Have fun?" I suggested, wiggling my eyebrows.

"No… not now. You've got to stop distracting me. My race is tomorrow…"

I had forgotten it was Friday already, the time had just flown by. "Are you ready for it?"

He nodded slowly. "I am… but my car is not… so I have to get to work."

"What else is new?" I mused, smiling up at him. "Want some help?"

"Hell no. I don't want you getting that nice dress all greased up." He said, stepping forward so I'd have to move and he could get around me. "Though… I'm surprised your dad's not here… he usually looks into my car the day before I race."

"What makes you think he isn't coming?" I asked, grateful he had reminded me about Mom's dress. I would have never forgiven myself if I ruined it.

"It's getting late. He usually likes to get his shit done and be home at a decent hour. Like, before five."

My face flushed as I realized his reason for being late. "Uh, about that . . . ."

"Hm?" Boruto turned to me curiously as he picked up his wrench and walked back to the dolley.

"I may or may not have stolen your shirt and wore it home . . . and he may or may not have seen me in it and gotten . . . ideas."

"What kind of ideas?" Boruto asked, face falling a bit.

"The kind that had better not be true." My dad's voice said and I whipped my head around, seeing him and Junior coming over to us.

Boruto got on the dolley and laid back, quickly rolling under his car. Dad's eyes met mine and he gave me an amused smirk, Junior mirroring him. I relaxed a bit at the look in his eyes, knowing he was only teasing Boruto. Both of my parents already thought of Boruto as a member of our family and frankly, my dad would have killed any other boy that even looked my way.

"You good under there, asshole?" Junior asked and kicked Boruto's foot.

"Bitch, I'm fine." Boruto snapped, kicking him back.

"See that, dad?" Junior pointed. "He's so violent." I rolled my eyes at Junior's antics.

"Shut up and get under here why don't you. I need your baby hands for a minute."

"Oh hell no, I'm not stooping down to your level." Junior sassed. "I don't mess with small fry."

"Well you have small fry hands and I don't so seriously… come put this nut on."

Unable to really resist helping, Junior sighed and went down to lend a hand. I went over and sat on a stool as Dad rolled up his sleeves to check behind Boruto's work. Boruto and Junior bickered back and forth over what alterations to make and how to make them. Even though Dad had taught them everything they know, they only agreed on the basic and simple parts of a tune up. It was nostalgic to see the three of them working together and I happily and silently watched. Now that Boruto had help, it wouldn't be long before his car was ready for the race. I knew he was more than ready to get on the track and I was more than ready to cheer him on.

His face lit up whenever he was behind the wheel, showing off his skills and showing everyone what he was capable of. Even if he was a little boastful like my Dad said, he had every right to be. Seeing him out there and doing what he loved always made me want to cheer him on. It sparked the small part of me that enjoyed speed and danger, the thrill of flooring the gas pedal. I didn't exactly have the heart and soul of a racer, but I could understand it better than most.

I couldn't wait until race day.

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