A/N: The next chapter is heeere! Sorry for the delay, I was rather busy yesterday. ^^;

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Any man who pretended they weren't affected by Sarada's gorgeous black eyes or her any of her perfect attributes were lying idiots. Boruto wouldn't deny… he was half of that. Of course, he was absolutely crazy about this girl, but he just couldn't act on all the impulses he had. That had already made things happen that weren't supposed to happen.

And how the hell did he end up talking his way into staying the night at her place?

Here he was, eating a delicious burger, watching a thrilling horror film while sitting close to a girl he did not like. Her comforter smelled so good, just like her—a scent Boruto had grown accustomed to, one he adored. God, he was in heaven. He almost never wanted to leave.

His head was all messed up. It all started over that damn Kagura, asking Sarada out on a date? Ha! Boruto would die before he let that happen— as if Sarada had time for him and anything related to dating. It irked him unlike anything else in the world. The struggle to keep his emotions in check was real, but why was he even so upset anyway? It wasn't like he actually wanted to be in a relationship with Sarada.

He just didn't want anyone else to be either.

That Kagura really thought he was something. Everybody looked at him like he was such a perfect, prince. Ew. Boruto gagged just thinking about it. He wasn't perfect, those types were the ones you had to worry about. It was obvious he just wanted to get in Sarada's pants and Boruto would take drastic measures to prevent it.

The worst of the situation was Sarada's reaction to it all. Either she was completely oblivious… or she was actually considering this guy as a potential lover. It disgusted Boruto to even think about it, it frustrated and angered him and it made his chest tighten in the most uncomfortable way.

As bothered as Boruto was over the whole thing, he decided to let it go. After all, he was the one sleeping over at her place and getting to look after her and having her so eager to take care of him. God, she was so cute and she definitely wanted him. It was only a matter of time before she confessed her feelings. He could already hear her begging him to love her in every way humanly possible.

He supposed if she went that far, he might just have to give in.

The food was great, the movie was good and the company was warm and welcoming. Boruto felt so at ease compared to how he felt the whole rest of the day. It was a horrible day. He really hated it when he couldn't get her out of his head. It seemed that no matter what kind of thoughts he was having, Sarada had something to do with them.

Once they finished eating, Sarada was quick to get closer to him once more. She was such an adorable baby, scared over the simple movie, but Boruto really liked it. It satisfied him greatly to have her head resting on his chest, her hand fisting his shirt and his own arm tucked firmly and protectively around her. Boruto had always been a fan of all types of thrillers and he thought that maybe, with time, Sarada could open up to them more as well.

There were a few times she jumped in surprise or she'd gasp and bury her face against his chest. It made him so soft for her. He just wanted to hold her forever, kiss those sweet lips—get acquainted with that flawless body.

No, no. He was just here to look out for her. No way was he making any moves. Boruto had already told himself that he would be on his best behavior. He was playing a dangerous game, being alone with her in the privacy of her apartment. There was nobody to interrupt them, nobody to get in their way if they wanted to have a little more of each other.

But, there was an unspoken agreement between them.

Nothing like that would be happening ever again.

Maybe they decided this and even reminded themselves again and again, but that didn't change what they both really wanted. Boruto could tell towards the end of the movie, when Sarada quit watching altogether and instead kept her head at his chest, cheek nuzzling him gently. Her hand had dropped on his shirt to hold onto it at his abdomen instead. She tried to be subtle, but he could tell she was really trying to get a feel of him.

He couldn't do the same. Sarada had more control than he did, of course she did. He knew if he started touching her, he wouldn't stop until he claimed her and he wasn't so sure she would try to stop him either.

Dangerous. Yet so damn exciting.

"Can you put something else on?" Sarada yawned. "I won't be able to sleep if we don't."

"I will just let me finish it first. Okay? I actually am watching it. Only like twelve minutes left." If he didn't finish it now, he never would and then the ending would remain a mystery forever.

Her lower lip jutted out slightly, but planted her cheek back on his chest and went back to watching, hand still clutching on to his shirt. Boruto smiled, wondering idly where this girl had been all his life as he watched the movie go on. It had been a lot more dramatic than he expected, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. Sarada made it through to the end without another word, no complaints and only one jump and then he stretched, making both of them slide over at the action.

"Something cute?" He asked cheekily as he went to the search on Ninflix. He'd seen so many cute movies thanks to Himawari. "Do you like princesses?"

Sarada snorted. "Do I look like the princess type to you?" A sly smile crept up her face and looked pleased to see him doubt himself for a second before replying. "I love princesses."

"Figured it." Boruto mused in relief, thinking she kind of looked like a princess. Because she was beautiful. Not because he liked her or anything. "What about Frozen? I really like Olaf. He's funny."

"Because he's funny or because you like warm hugs?"

Boruto shrugged while pretending to think it over. As he pressed play, he smiled at her and said, "both." Once he gave his answer, he pulled himself away from her to stand, stretching again while eyeing his bag.

It was a good thing he went over and ended up crashing at his parent's home on occasion. After so many times, he'd started keeping an overnight bag with spare clothes in it at all times. He had stripped his suit jacket already, but he was still eager to dress down and get more comfortable.

When he stood from the couch, Sarada fell over to his side. A pout formed on her lips, brows furrowing together. "Where are you going? I sat through the horror film, you need to sit with me until we finish this."

"Don't worry, I'm going to watch it with you. I just want to change my clothes. Okay?" He smiled at her, forcing himself not to laugh at how cute and pouty she looked as he moved over to where he left his bag by the door.

Sarada didn't say anything anymore, but she slumped back on the couch, arms crossed against her chest, legs coming up to her chest. Boruto could help but grin at the sight, but it made him want to hurry and get back to her. She had made it through the entire movie with him and he really didn't want her to be afraid or alone. He might have missed her warmth a little too. But, not really.

Boruto wandered down the narrow hallway and found the bathroom, letting himself in so he could strip down to his underwear and then step into his silky sleeping shorts that fell to his knees. He was a hot sleeper and wasn't going to put anything else on. Of course, he was certain Sarada wouldn't mind one bit. It hadn't been that long ago that she had been all but begging him to take his shirt off.

She was in the same position on the couch when he returned, having left his bag in the bathroom. Her eyes were on the TV as he walked over. It wasn't until he took his spot on the couch next to her that she finally spared him a glance, only to gawk at him. Her face went the darkest shade of red he'd ever seen and he almost laughed at her, but he managed not to somehow. He didn't say anything, at least for the first few moments, but she wasn't looking away.

"Sarada, you're missing the movie." He informed her, trying not to be smug.

But he was so fucking smug. It was impossible to hide it.

Finally coming back to her senses, she abruptly looked away, eyebrow twitching and cheeks still burning. "You were the one who missed the opening song," she muttered. She violently threw the comforter away from her, and set the pillow aside, putting her folded legs and tiny shorts on display. "God it's so hot."

"Really? I think it's pretty comfy." Boruto grinned, blue eyes glimpsing at those smooth, creamy thighs before laying his hand over the right. It was just a casual touch. Natural. He wasn't trying anything funny.

Sarada tensed from his initial touch but relaxed eventually, her eyes were trained on the screen, refusing to look his way. That was fine by him, he liked her paying attention to the movie, calming down and giving him all the opportunity in the world to look her over, to move his hand until his thumb was casually rubbing over the top of her thigh. It was a shame how badly he wanted her.

But he didn't. He did not want Sarada. Not even a little bit.

She swallowed and shifted her position, letting her hands rest on her lap, still not looking at him. Though she looked concentrated on the movie, her face was still looking a little red...

It made him want to tease her. It wasn't like he had many chances to do so and it wouldn't hurt anything. Maybe. He let his hand slowly glide down to her knee and back up, loving the warmth and softness of her skin. Boruto would love to worship that sweet body of hers, but it just wasn't right. Maybe it was though, because touching her certainly felt right.

She released a shaky breath and her hand moved over to hold his, stopping his hand right when it was climbing back up her thigh. Slowly, Sarada looked at him and raised a brow. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing… just admiring your legs. They're nice." She was the one presenting them, she shouldn't expect any less.

It didn't look like she liked that answer, lower lip jutting out again and her dark eyes squinted, looking at him suspiciously. "Right." She took the pillow and placed it on his lap, hitting him with it in the process before lying down. No comforter, though. And she stretched her legs out on the couch.

She was trying him. On purpose. Because she wanted him. It was so obvious.

"Aren't you cold?" He asked, even though he knew she wasn't. He was all smiles as he looked over her curves until he settled his eyes on her face and started playing with a stray, shorter lock of hair, fingers ghosting around the shell of her ear as he did.

Sarada shuddered at his touch. She replied stubbornly, "No."

"Are you sure?" He asked, voice dropping to a low hum as his fingertips trailed down her neck, causing chills to spread over her body. "Look kind of cold to me."

Sarada scoffed and sat up, glaring at him. "I said I wasn't." And to prove her point, she pulled her sweater off her head, revealing a thin camisole underneath. For someone who claims to be feeling warm, her nipples said otherwise.

"Wow, stripping on the first date? What a naughty girl." Boruto chuckled darkly. God, he was glad she put that pillow over his lap because he was officially hard.

Her eyebrow quirked up. "Who said this was a date? You should make your intentions clear, sir."

"Pft. Relax, Sarada. I was only kidding." He said while drawing little circles on her arm with his finger. "Except about the stripping part." This was not a date at all, but she wished it was. Obviously.

"Psh, speak for yourself. You said you were going to change but you came back without a shirt on." She didn't lie back down on his lap, instead, pulling her legs up and wrapping her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees.

The movie long forgotten to the two.

"This is how I sleep. What's the problem? Can't handle seeing me shirtless?" She wanted him that bad… he didn't blame her. He wondered how many times she'd thought about what happened in his office.

"I can't handle how full of yourself you are," she muttered under her breath and rolled her eyes. This time, she took the comforter back and wrapped herself up, blocking his view of her body. She turned her attention back to the TV again and ignored him.

He'd bet his last dollar that she wanted to be full of him, but he decided to keep that comment to himself. He held the pillow in place on his lap, entwining his fingers to prevent himself from touching her more. God, he wanted to. But he just couldn't.

After a while, Sarada slumped down on the couch, trying to make herself comfortable. Towards the middle of the movie, her eyes were starting to droop and she yawned. Without even asking for permission, she pulled his hands away from the pillow on his lap, to make room for her head. She squirmed for a bit, trying to get comfortable.

A good minute passed and she was still restless. She pulled the pillow off his lap and pressed her cheek against his thigh instead, finding another comfortable spot. Sarada seemed happier with this height and moved closer to him, head inching up his lap.

Shit. Boruto panicked on the inside, trying to figure out a way to hide his erection but she was too close to it and there was nothing he could do but hope and pray that she didn't move anymore.

A small smile was on her face now. Probably because she was comfortable and Olaf was singing. She groped around for a pillow to hug, and pulled the comforter off her body. In the process to get comfortable again, her head kept moving on his lap, head inching just a little bit higher.

Way too close. Boruto's breath hitched and before she could find out about his predicament, his hands moved to her head to still her. "Y-you're moving too much!" He chided her, neck burning. He needed to play it off, soothe her, so he quickly went to work playing with her hair. She wouldn't suspect anything if he distracted her.

"Hmm?" She turned her head to look at him, the only thing keeping his dick from touching her head was his hand.

"Stay still, watch the movie." He said, making sure to keep his voice steady. He wouldn't let her find out. He couldn't, so he pulled her hair free of its tie and started massaging her scalp. No way she could resist it.

A light moan escaped her throat and she relaxed to his touch, turning her attention back to the movie. She would still occasionally rub her cheek on his lap, and he cursed himself for wearing such a long pair of shorts for a while. It was ridiculous how easily she turned him on, but as her eyes began to droop and she kept snuggling him, he found her to be so cute that it helped to calm him. She was tired, she said she hadn't felt well and he wanted her to be well-rested.

Boruto played with her hair even after she had fallen asleep on his lap and he sat there, deep in thought instead of watching the movie. Sarada really was killing him. It wasn't fair, but as much as he hated it, he also loved it. Only on the inside though. She would never know.

After a while, Boruto's eyes began to close as well. He was tired, it had been the worst day ever and he needed to sleep too. He was too afraid to fall asleep with her on the couch though. It was too risky. No doubt she would end up getting a feel of his dick at some point if he did, so instead, he carefully pulled her into his arms and lifted her as he got off the couch. She would be more comfortable in her bed anyway.

She barely stirred in transition, though she clung to his shorts once he had her in her bed and he had to struggle to break free from her. Boruto went back for her comforter and then returned to her room to cover her up, tucking her in until he was satisfied. He smiled as he removed her glasses and set them on her bedside table, heart speeding up the tiniest bit at how calm and sweet she looked. Before he could think better of it, he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead and then he went back to crash on the couch.

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"Go away!" Boruto groaned as the sound of knocking disturbed his sleep. He grumbled a few curses and then rolled over when he heard it again— hitting the floor with a yelp.

What the hell?

He sat up with a start, blinking in surprise. Oh. He had been on the couch. On Sarada's couch. He stayed the night and they were having a sick day today. But somebody was knocking on her door while she was trying to rest. And him too.

"Fucking asshole." He got to his feet, pissed at the insistent knocking. His already rotten mood took a nosedive when he pulled the door open to find Kagura standing there.

Not today satan.

"Can I help you?" Boruto asked, in no mood for this guy. Who did he think he was anyway? Coming to Sarada's apartment? Was he hoping to have one of those sex dates with her? Not on his life.

To say he was shocked was an understatement. His hand was still held up, poised to knock. Eyes wide and his jaw slacked. "B-Boruto?"

"Yeah, it's me alright. You got a problem?" He wasn't a morning person and he hated being woken up, even more so when it was a man trying to steal what belonged to him.

Wait… Fuck it. Yeah, Sarada belonged to him. Nobody else was going to have her on his watch.

Boruto was certainly different now from how he was in the office. Kagura looked at him from head to toe and back up again, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and his blond hair was all messed up more than usual. "I… I didn't expect you to be here."

It was only seven in the morning, after all. And in Sarada's apartment.

"Surprise." Boruto rolled his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I—Sarada asked me to pick her up for yoga before work today," Kagura explained, still a little shocked. "Is she ready to go?"

Boruto almost laughed. "Oh yeah, that." He hummed. "Sorry no, she's exhausted. She's going to be home resting today. With me."

"Is she okay?" This only made Kagura look more confused. "She looked fine yesterday… is there anything I can do for her?"

"She just had a late night." Boruto smiled. "She's fine and no, I've got it. Thank you for worrying though. I'll let her know you stopped by."

Before he could say another word, Boruto closed the door and went back inside, muttering about how early it was to be disturbed on their not date sick leave. It was absolutely ridiculous and it just had to be him.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep now, Boruto wandered into the kitchen and was happy to find a coffee pot that he got going before moving to her fridge. She was well stocked and he assumed she prepared most of her meals. It reminded him of all the lunches she'd gifted him when she was his secret Santa and he smiled to himself as he got out the eggs and bacon. There wasn't much he could cook, really breakfast foods were all he could manage to get right, but it was enough. He was supposed to be looking out for her today after all.

It only took him a little over half an hour to finish cooking, even adding pancakes in for a more fulfilling meal. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day. He'd finished his first cup of coffee as he cooked and then fixed himself another, and one for Sarada before preparing their plates and setting the table for them. She was still sleeping soundly whenever he stepped into her room and he almost didn't want to wake her. She could always take a nap later though and breakfast wasn't good cold.

Padding over to her, Boruto leaned over, smiling wide at the sight of her drooling through parted lips. She shouldn't have been so adorable. "Sarada," He called softly, combing her hair back off her face.

She didn't budge, still lightly snoring.

"Sarada…" He sang her name a little louder, leaning down to be close to her ear, his hot breath fanning over the side of her neck. "Wake up, beautiful."

A low groan came from her and she shifted, hiding her face. And then… back to being still.

"Playing hard to get?" He mused. It didn't surprise him one bit, but it didn't deter him either. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, pulled the covers down as he did.

That seemed to have gotten a reaction out of her. A small shudder and a breathy moan.

Oh. She liked that.

Sarada mumbled something he couldn't quite understand and went back to sleep.

"I made breakfast." He told her before kissing her neck again, this time sucking on it hard enough to wake her up and even to leave a mark. "Get up and eat with me… or I'll just eat you instead."

She moaned from his kiss, a little louder this time and she blinked her eyes open, long lashes fluttering as she did. "What're you doing?" Her hand came up to rest on his shoulder, while the other rubbed her eye. "It's a sick leave…" she whined.

"I know, if you want, you can go back to sleep after you eat. Okay? Can't go skipping meals if you want to be at one hundred percent… and I need you at one hundred percent." Boruto said while peppering kisses up and down her neck. As long as she would lie there, he would continue.

Her eyes closed again, the hand on his shoulder traveling up his hair. Low moans escaped her lips and turned her head to give him better access. "I don't wanna get up."

Oh. But little Boruto was up.

"I said I'd make you my breakfast if you don't get up… you're gonna just let me do as I please?" He certainly wouldn't complain. She smelled so deliciously sweet, she was so warm and soft and god, he could already taste what was between those perfect legs. His tongue slid down over her shoulder, lips closing just on the top of it to mark her yet again while he waited for a response.

A gasp escaped her lips and her hand took a fist full of his hair. "Boruto…"

"Mm say it again." He smirked, kissing his way back to her neck, over her cheek and then raised his head to stare at her beautiful, flushed face. He wanted to kiss those lips too.

Finally, her eyes were half open. "Stop it…" She whined. "You're making fun of me."

"No, I'm not. It was really hot. Of course I want to hear it again." He snickered and then slid his tongue across her lower lip before she could react.

"Not on your life," she muttered before giggling.

Now she decided to wake up.

She smiled at him. "Good morning."

"Good morning." He smiled back, blue eyes shining. He was so close, too close to miss out. What did it matter… his lips had already been everywhere else. Boruto didn't think much of it before he captured her lips in a soft kiss.

"You taste like coffee…" she mumbled. "I need…"

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he straightened himself, turning around to hide the problem that was impossible to hide in his thin shorts. "Already waiting on you. Along with breakfast. So, come on."

She hummed. "Okay…" Boruto helped her up, holding her hands and pulling her out of bed. Once she was steady on her feet, he let go of one hand, but held fast on the other before leading her to the kitchen.

Boruto had forgotten all about how rudely he was awakened and he was happy now—feeling confident that they were going to have a wonderful and quiet not date sick leave together.

It was going to be a good day.

A/N: A lot of you expected smut in this chapter. Sorry to say there was none. Hahaha. But oohh, Kagura came and saw Boruto in Sarada's home. Let the rumor mill run a new one, why don't ya?

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