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Valentine's Day had finally come and Sarada couldn't exactly decide how she should feel about it. She already turned down her parents' offer to go with them to the lake for some time off and decided to stay for certain reasons.

Perhaps a few weeks ago, if Sarada were to imagine what she would be doing today, it would be spending the morning dancing in her kitchen, as she got breakfast ready, and a certain blond holding on to her hand and twirling her around. They would drive through the snow-laden streets, warm and toasty, and go to work, counting the hours until they could leave to spend more time together. Perhaps have dinner and snuggle at home until they both fell asleep.

That all sounded so much better than what Sarada was doing now.

Her Uber came in a lot faster than she anticipated and she rushed to get all of her things, only to curse at herself as soon as she got to her building because she forgot the most important gift—a Tupperware of strawberry cheesecake that she stayed up late to bake the other night.

Great. Just when she planned to swallow her pride and finally apologize to Boruto. The past two weeks were driving her crazy. He wouldn't speak to her, not even look at her, and Sarada couldn't even blame him. It was her fault, after all. She was the one who broke up with him.

Woah, wait. Not break up. That wasn't a breakup.

They weren't together so there wasn't anything to break up in the first place, right?

Right.

But the thing was… with every night that she spent alone, she couldn't help but think that there was something going on. They at least had some chemistry. With all that hand-holding they were doing, that couldn't have been all for naught.

The streets were festive, and everyone in the office seemed to be happy. Sarada pulled out the store-bought chocolates that she stuck notes on for the people in the office, happy to give them all away and receive their thanks and smiles in return. She also got a few gifts herself, and the company gave away roses and candies to everyone.

Although it was a pretty light day for work, she was a little disappointed that she didn't get anything from Boruto. Not that she expected it. No, no. But it would have been really nice to get anything… even just a greeting would have been okay. All she wanted was for them to be friends again.

"No flowers, girl?" Chocho pouted.

Sarada smiled sadly at her. "Nope. Told you, there's nothing going on between us. There's no reason for him to give me anything."

There really wasn't. She just had to get over it.

Her colleague pouted. "I thought you made something for him, though? I saw you were still awake until past midnight or something."

She groaned. "I'm so stupid. I left them at home. I was in such a rush!"

Chocho rolled her eyes. "Sarada, seriously?"

"Yes!" She threw her hands up and then covered her face. "I feel so bad. I know he saw me giving chocolates away today and now he's going to think I didn't get him anything on purpose."

She shrugged and took a bite of her own chocolate. "You could get him something now, you know? Or why not go home and bring it to him?" She shrugged. "I'll just say you went to the bank or something."

"The bank?" Sarada deadpanned. "I don't think that'll work." She sighed. "Maybe I can just give it to him tomorrow. Traffic is going to be horrible and I'm sure the train will be packed."

Chocho rolled her eyes. "This is why you should drive. Or you know, just let him drive you."

She did miss him driving her around… and the way he would keep the car nice and warm for her, and hold her hand the entire time. "Yeah, maybe." Sarada sat up straight. "Maybe tomorrow, though. I know he's going out with his sister tonight."

Chocho snickered. "Yeah, Inojin is still heartbroken about that. But can you believe how in love he is? Only seen her yesterday and he already found her Ninstagram." She rolled her eyes. "I swear, I've never seen him like this."

She smiled at that and thought of what Himawari whispered to her back in Boruto's office.

"He's really cute, Sarada-chan. Do you think he'll go out with me?"

Sarada giggled at the memory, and how sulky Boruto was about it. Himawari even texted Sarada that day, asking if everything was okay between them and if she could have done anything to help.

Himawari was an angel. But she told her not to worry, and that she was going to work it out with Boruto soon.

Everything was going well until she left them at home…

Boruto left the office early, and she decided to do the same. The train was packed, even more than usual, and she nearly tripped a few times trying to get out on her stop. It was such an ordeal. As she walked to her apartment, she noticed the spot where Boruto used to park… it was empty now and she sighed.

She really missed him. There was no point in denying it anymore.

It was only six-thirty but the sky was pitch black, and the air was freezing. Sarada pulled her scarf closer to her chin, shuddering from the breeze that blew by. It looked like winter wasn't stopping anytime soon.

Fishing in her bag for her keys, Sarada nearly stepped on something on her doorstep. It was a large pink box with a bow on it and a card. It was too dark out, so she picked it up and brought it inside her apartment. Turning on the lights, she placed the box down on the dining table and placed her bags down.

A quick look at her kitchen counter, she found the Tupperware filled with cheesecake sitting pretty on it. She frowned at it, and her earlier annoyance at herself came back.

Not wanting to ruin her good mood, she turned her attention back to the mystery box. There was a light pink bow on it, and the Yamanaka Flower Shop's logo was on the card, along with an elegantly flourished "Happy Valentine's Day."

It was beautiful, and it made Sarada smile. It looks like she did get flowers, after all. "Oh, Papa…" she muttered. Her father was always spoiling her, but from the size of the box, her two uncles might have also pitched in. Sarada looked for her phone, already about to dial her father to thank him, but opened the card first to read the message. What she read almost made her want to cry.

Happy Valentine's Day, Princess.

Boruto

Princess.

That cute nickname he calls her. It was probably meant to irk her but she found it all too endearing. He did treat her like a princess after all.

Carefully unwrapping the bouquet, she placed the arrangement in a flower vase with water and settled it on her counter. The whole thing took a little longer than she anticipated but she didn't want to ruin the flowers one bit. The entire time, her heart was swelling with happiness—it was the most beautiful bouquet she had ever received. And the best part was that it was from Boruto.

He wasn't angry with her anymore, quite the contrary, it looked like he wanted to be friends again. Sarada's face broke out into a big grin, and she felt like crying—happy tears this time. Her attention turned back to her gift and making up her mind, she took her purse, the Tupperware, and then left her apartment.

She had to go to Boruto to give her her gift. There was no other way, too important for it to wait.

The train was packed, and there were so many times wherein she had to fight people not to squish her pastries. There was no way in hell she would allow these to be ruined, even if she had to bite someone's head off, she would keep them in perfect condition until Boruto could have them.

The walk from the station to his house took quite some time, and the weather had gotten colder. It was only half-past seven when she arrived, and all the lights were out.

Right. He was out with Himawari today.

Sarada sighed and looked around, thinking of what she could do. It was still early, and she could always come back… but her pastries will then be squished and she didn't want that. She thought of calling and maybe asking what time he would be home but thought against it because she didn't want to ruin their evening, and it would be better as a surprise.

That means there was only one option left.

To wait.

Sarada sat on his front steps and huddled up close to herself, mentally cursing for not dressing up warmer and wearing a hat. The wind was picking up, making her back into the wall a little more to her side and clutch the pastries by her chest.

She would wait all night if she had to. Even if it was freezing. Sarada was just stubborn like that.

The first few minutes weren't so bad, and she spent some time reading on her phone. But when the first hour hit, the cold was already seeping into her clothes, making her shudder from time to time. Pulling her hands to her mouth, she breathed on them to stay warm and stuffed them between her thighs. The second hour was a lot harder to bear, her face already feeling numb, and she would rub at her cheeks from time to time to keep her blood flowing. In the third hour… her teeth were already chattering and she was upset with putting herself up to this. It was freezing, and she could get sick. If Boruto were to see her, surely he would be angry with her all over again. She looked at her watch and it was nearly ten in the evening.

What if he decided to stay at his parents' place?

Sarada closed her eyes and leaned her head on the wall. Just a few more minutes, she told herself. If he doesn't show up, then she would go home and meet him early in the office on Monday instead. Her eyes stayed closed and her breathing started to slow. A nap sounded good, just a few minutes. She would wake up by the time he arrived, for sure.

Sarada woke up, Boruto's voice calling out her name, slowly chasing the darkness away. She was freezing, and couldn't even think straight. He was talking a lot and didn't make a move to touch her, he even took a step back.

Right. This probably looked weird. Freezing on his doorstep. She offered him his gift, and then he started getting angry with her. She almost wanted to laugh. This was too predictable. He ushered her inside and Sarada felt so relieved to be out of the cold, but she was still shivering and Boruto was the warmest thing she could latch on to… so she did.

It wasn't because she'd been waiting to be in his arms again. She was cold and she needed warmth. This was strictly for logical purposes.

It felt good to be with him again, to have his arms around her and her cheek resting on his chest. Sarada thanked him for the flowers, too and was happy to know that he even bought it for her… despite all the things that have happened. Her heart started to hurt just by thinking about how hard it was for her.

Changing the topic, she asked him to try her baking, ecstatic that he loved strawberries—they were her favorite, too. Taking a bite, Sarada felt herself getting pulled closer to him. Completely involuntary but she wasn't going to stop it.

Why would she stop it? It felt so right… even if the reason they fought was wrong.

But maybe… "Just a kiss," she whispered. Just one. It wouldn't hurt. She came here not only to give him her gift but also apologize. One kiss was the best way to convey her feelings.

Friends kiss too, right?

When their lips brushed, Sarada felt the heat from his lips move to hers, and she no longer felt cold. Instantly warming at his touch and proximity. He tasted so sweet, like strawberries.

She apologized and he did too. What was more surprising was that he pulled her back in for a kiss. Their lips melting with each other and their breaths mingling. Sarada gasped when his hand moved under her thigh and made her sit on his lap. She couldn't help but smile as he kissed her face, and she rested on his lap and ran her fingers through his hair.

Sarada planted a kiss on his forehead and wrapped her arms around his neck, foreheads touching. "I missed you." No reason not to tell him anymore. She really did, and never wanted to be away from him again.

"I missed you too." Boruto breathed softly, sounding relieved. He had set aside the cheesecake, more interested in holding her close to him. "Are you feeling warm now?"

Sarada nodded but clung on tighter. "Better, but still cold… I should probably change." Her tummy grumbled loudly and she blushed. "And… eat."

Oh, she was going to get an earful. She hasn't eaten anything since lunch.

"Sarada, you skipped dinner?" Boruto chided her, though his voice was still soft. He sighed and pulled back from her, placing a chaste kiss to her cheek before getting to his feet and pulling her along. "Go find you something warm to wear and I'll make you something. Okay?"

She pouted at the loss of contact, but she enjoyed watching him walk to the kitchen. Boruto barely cooked, and everything he knew to make was breakfast related… breakfast for dinner sounded good to her, as long Boruto made it. Not wanting him to chide her again, she walked over to his bedroom and looked around.

It was a little messier than the last time she was here, some clothes were on the floor near the hamper, and his bed wasn't made perfectly. A small smile came to her face and she took a deep breath in through her nose. It smelled like him, bringing her so much comfort.

Looking around, she pulled out a dark blue sweater and a pair of his pajamas. This time, going pantless wasn't an option. Even as she peeled off her clothes and hung them on the back of a chair, she shuddered and hurriedly put on his clothes. They were far too big, but they were soft and comfy. She even pulled out a pair of socks for her to put on, giggling at the tiny burger print. It reached halfway up her calf, but it was fine. Anything to keep her warm.

The sounds of pots and pans moving around the kitchen made her leave his room, walking right up to him and wrapped her arms around his midsection, leaning her cheek on his back.

Warm. It was crazy how being this close to him made her feel so safe.

"Better?" He asked and she could hear his smile.

Sarada could feel another round of giggles bubble up from her. He sounded so happy, she felt happy. Why couldn't things always be like this for them? "Much better," her hold on him tightened and she nuzzled his back. "I smell bacon."

"Well, surprise. We're having breakfast." He chuckled.

"Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day." Perhaps a few months ago, it wasn't. Sarada always skipped breakfast, and only needed her coffee. But Boruto changed that for her.

Even when Boruto was moving around the kitchen, Sarada was still holding on to his waist, laughing that he was having a hard time moving but never told her to let go. She only did when he placed a plate full of bacon and four eggs on the table, with only one fork.

There was only one plate!

"Are you going to feed me?" She asked, a smug smile on her face.

"You bet." He gave her a smug look, blue eyes flashing mischievously. "Can't let my princess be hungry."

Sarada inched closer, opening her mouth for her first bite. Looking at the plate, she felt her mouth water. And what better way to eat than having her not date feed her? Boruto was all grins as he raised a piece of bacon towards her lips, holding it there teasingly, giving her no choice but to come even closer to him.

Sarada leaned in to take it, eager for her breakfast-dinner and Boruto fed her as if he took pride in it. He never stopped smiling, he wasn't avoiding her gaze and he was offering everything to her instead of eating any himself.

"Okay?" He asked hopefully.

Chewing, Sarada nodded. "Really good." She stifled a laugh, talking while her mouth was full. What was happening to her? She swallowed. "More, please."

And saying 'please', too?

Life changed.

"Of course." His grin broadened impossibly and he offered her a forkful if eggs next. "We need that tummy full."

She couldn't agree more. Boruto kept feeding her until the food was gone and she couldn't have another bite—still not believing she ate two people's worth of food. A quick look at the clock and she was surprised to find it was nearly midnight. "How did it get so late?"

They were having fun, that's why. Their not dates just kept getting better and better.

"Time flies…" he mused as he carried the dishes to the sink, leaving them to be washed the next day. "Tired?"

"Freezing half to death is hard work, you know?" She joked.

"I still can't believe you did that. If you get sick, I'll never let you live it down." He huffed.

"I can't believe it either," she said to herself, more than at Boruto. "I'll be impressed with myself if I don't get sick," she laughed. Honestly. Three hours in the freezing cold? She had definitely lost her mind.

"Better get you to bed." He said, giving her a not so subtle look over. "I can put a movie on."

"Can we talk instead?" She asked, before smiling shyly at him. "While cuddling?" After realizing what she requested she quickly added, "To stay warm! I—I still feel cold."

Boruto hummed, smiling softly as he took her hand and pulled her close to him. "We can. Don't worry, I'll keep you warm."

Sarada wrapped her arms around his waist. It was amazing how well she fit in his embrace. "Okay." Having him as her own personal heater wasn't such a bad thing—not that he's hers, or anything—this was only so she would stay warm.

Leading the way to his bedroom, Boruto kept her hand in his, and let her settle on his bed as he changed into pajamas and a shirt. He slid under the covers with her and laughed when Sarada practically climbed upon him, turning him into her own pillow.

"So warm," she cooed, as she nuzzled her cheek on his chest some more. She really missed him and having him this close. "My pillow."

"Your pillow, huh?" He laughed softly and wrapped her in his arms once again, not bothering to turn the TV on. "I guess you're not mad at me anymore then…"

"No." How could she be? He made her breakfast-dinner and fed her. "Are you still mad at me?"

"No." He answered, lips brushing across the top of her head. "I was never mad at you."

Relief washed over her and she held on to him a little tighter. "But you wouldn't talk to me…" Sarada felt her heart twist just thinking about it. "Can we please not be angry with each other again?"

Again with the please. Who was this girl?

"I didn't want to cause problems for you. You didn't want me causing you problems either. What else was I supposed to do? And you didn't talk to me either, ya know?"

Well… he's got a point. The first few days were easy but as it kept going on, it just made her feel lonely. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't know what else to do." And she really didn't. Hearing rumors about her and people saying that her promotion was probably all because she was having an affair stung. People could really spin up the worst stories.

"It's okay. It's my fault. I liked things like they were, Sarada. I'd like things to be like that again… and soon, it will be easier for us."

She drew circles on his chest with her finger, thinking about how they could still have what they want and not have people talk. "Really?" Sarada asked, still thinking about solutions. "I want us to go back to how things were. It's been lonely." She said the last part as softly as she could, afraid it would come out too clingy.

"You were lonely?" He asked as if it broke his heart to hear it, then he confessed, "so was I."

Sarada shifted to look at him, eyes softening. "Extremely."

She moved up the pillow so they could face each other, removing her glasses in the process. She stroked his cheek with her finger and traced the whiskers on his cheek. Sarada had no other words left to say, so she closed her eyes and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Does this mean you'll stop taking the train and ride with me again?" He asked, returning the gesture by kissing her nose as well.

Sarada broke out in a fit of giggles. "You really hate the train, don't you?" Once she settled down, she nodded. "Yes, please. I also miss you waking me up in the morning."

"I get nauseous just thinking about it." He shuddered. "Makes me sick knowing you're on that thing with all those people. So good, I'll be waking you up again and taking you home and I don't want to hear any complaints."

She scrunched her nose and whined. "Not even before my coffee? Isn't my complaining the highlight of your morning?"

"You got me wrong." He laughed, nuzzling her neck with his nose. "I mean no complaining about riding with me. To and from work… everyday."

"Oh," she blinked and tangled her fingers in his soft hair. "Yes no complaining from me."

"I'm already excited for Monday morning." He sighed happily and kissed her neck, lips lingering for several seconds before pulling back a bit.

Her eyes shut at the contact, making her skin burn and a fire pool at the pit of her belly. She grumbled when he pulled away. Boruto wasn't playing fair. "Boruto…" if he was going to start, he better finish it.

"Hm?"

Sarada pulled away and jutted out her lower lip at him. Teasing her and playing innocent? How cruel.

Her pout only amused him and he laughed at her. "What's wrong, Princess?"

That lower lip jutted out a little more and she glared at him. "You know what you're doing."

"What's that?" He asked innocently, though the way he darted out his tongue to swipe across her pouty lips contradicted it.

Sarada grabbed his head and pulled him close for a heated, open-mouthed kiss, a moan escaping her throat. Her hand trailed down to his chest and she gripped on to his shirt, as she pulled away. Feeling satisfied at his surprised expression, but his blue eyes clouded over with want for her.

That should teach him to stop teasing her.

xxx

She grinned at him. "Nothing's wrong." Her hand slipped lower, past his stomach and down to his pajamas. "I think you might have one, though." He was already so hard.

Boruto grabbed her hand and moved, rolling them over until she was on her back and he was on top of her, shamelessly pressing his erection against her leg. "So you wanna play?" He asked slyly, sliding his fingers between hers with one hand while the other supported most of his weight.

Her back arched and she let out a scream at the sudden touch. Fuck. She missed that. But he was still teasing and it was pissing her off. Sarada pushed him off her and she straddled him, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"I know you want to be on top, but you're going to have to fight me for it." She rolled her hips, pressing down on his hard cock, gasping from the feel of it.

Boruto grunted, hands going to her hips and gripping tight. "Really? I'm not so sure you could take it like this." He said, voice dropping lower, tinged with lust.

Sarada smirked and pulled the edge of his shirt up to reveal his abs and chest. "Maybe you're the one who can't take it, Boruto." Her hands wandered around as she traced kisses along his stomach, tongue darting out for quick licks and nibbling on his skin, working her way up to his neck and sucked hard, leaving a mark.

He grunted again, his hands started to roam as well. "As if." He scoffed, but it came out soft and more like a moan.

Sarada wanted to laugh at him but nibbled his earlobe instead. "What was that? I couldn't hear you over that moan."

"What? There was no moan. You're crazy."

Crazy about you.

Sarada knew what she heard, and she wanted to hear more of it. Her tongue flicked out to lick the shell of his ear as she rolled her hips on him, nearly losing herself to how good all this friction felt.

Boruto bit his lip, determined not to make a peep as he started pulling her shirt up. "Stop teasing and strip already."

Sarada giggled and let him remove her shirt, quickly tugging at his own to remove. "It's all coming off this time," she reminded him.

He chuckled as he sat up, taking her right along with them and helping her remove his shirt. "This time, fine."

She looked down, they were both still in pajamas. "All of it," she emphasized.

"Take it off," he said, flexing his hips playfully. "Don't be scared."

Sarada scoffed and held on to the garter, lips hovering over his for a quick second, before pulling away and taking his pajamas down. Boruto wanted to be difficult tonight, but she was up for the challenge.

"Taking your sweet time? If I was on top, we'd already be fucking," He told her smugly, fingers trailing up and down her thighs.

"I'll believe it when I see it," she responded.

Boruto laughed and flipped their positions again, hooking his fingers in her bottoms and her panties to remove them hastily. "All you had to do was ask, Princess."

Sarada pouted at him, but her need was a little more important to her than her pride right now. Her hands roamed his back, slightly smiling at remembering how she left it all scratched up before. Perhaps she would do it again this time.

"Don't disappoint me, now," she teased, spreading her legs for him.

"Have I ever?" He smirked as he loomed over her, taunting her by ghosting his lips across hers. "I'm pretty sure I've thoroughly satisfied you every time."

Sarada lifted her head to catch his lips in a passionate kiss and then smirked. "Then let's add another time to build your case."

His only response was another kiss, long and hard as he trailed his fingers around the soft flesh of her breasts, teasing her nipples with a touch a little too gentle for her current level of need. That soft touch tortured her for too long before he worked his way lower, circling her belly button and then finally going lower, hips raising off of her to give his hand room.

Instead of giving her a firm and precise touch like she wanted, he just barely let his fingertips glide around her folds. Sarada shimmied her hips, trying to force his hand to slip between, to find her sweet spot, to give her more. She needed so much more. When he finally gave in and slid his digits across her needy nub—feeling how wet she was for him, they both moaned.

There were no other words spoken from either of them, aside from the occasional whimper or cry of each other's names. His mouth and hands worshipped her body all over, and then he slowly drove her over the edge with his tongue. Sarada didn't mind his teasing because it was so promising and even after her first orgasm, she was hungry for more.

When they finally became one again, Sarada couldn't keep her moans down even if she had to, but Boruto was no better. His breath was hot at her ear, heavy and loud as his hips moved so sinfully and slowly. The steady pace he set didn't make her second orgasm's approach any slower though. The build seemed so fast, so intense.

He spoke her name in the softest tone, whispering sweet nothings to her once they were closer—ready to topple over and reach the highest peak of their pleasure together. There were so many kisses, the most tantalizing caresses and he'd hold her hand at times, resting them by her head on the bed. It was so soft and tender, so overwhelmingly gratifying that Sarada had tears pricking at her eyes by the end.

xxx

Once it was over and they laid tangled up in the bed together, Boruto ran his fingers through her hair languidly, massaging her scalp. Onyx eyes closed and she listened to the steady beat of his heart, ear resting right over his chest. It slowed right along with hers and she found the sound of it just as soothing as his touch.

This Valentine's Day was warm and tender, despite the cold start. Sarada was more than happy for it.


A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, darlings! Hopefully, this chapter puts you in the mood for love today. Hehe.

Now that these two have made up, hopefully things look up, don't you think? What next events could happen for our not couple?

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