Sarada was growing more and more comfortable with her and Boruto's new routine. Waking up all tangled up with him in a warm burrito of blankets and going to the coffee shop he converted her to before heading over to the ballet studio for their early morning practice.
They would stretch and work on their lifts and only sometimes actually get stuff done.
Boruto had been pretty affectionate before, but now he could hardly keep his hands to himself. His previous casual touches devolved into trying to squeeze her butt at every opportunity.
She was sure he mostly did it just to make her squeal with surprise but it was quickly followed by a stern glare. Then again, he probably enjoyed the latter just as much. Boruto always seemed to love getting a rise out of her.
After practice, they headed toward the university, Boruto often resting his arm around her shoulders. The months were growing colder, so Sarada allowed it.
It was for warmth. Really! She snuggled up against him because he radiated heat… well, and he kinda smelt good…
But that was it! There was nothing more to it!
"You need to quit touching me," Sarada admonished with a half-hearted frown as the pair entered the university's campus.
But her warnings only made Boruto double-down, nuzzling against her neck, and purred, "that's not what you said last night."
His warm breath against her skin inspired a shiver that ran up her spine. She resisted the urge to melt against him and instead pushed him away with a laugh and shake of her head.
When Sarada met his gaze she saw the mischief that sparkled in his irresistible blue eyes.
"Behave," she commanded, trying her hardest to hide the amused smile that threatened her lips.
"You don't even know what I was thinking," Boruto chuckled.
"Oh, I'm sure I could guess."
"Or maybe I could just show you later," he said with a smirk that had Sarada's stomach doing somersaults.
"I'm this way," Boruto added, throwing his thumb in the direction of his first class. Sarada nodded, ready to say her goodbyes and remind him of their later meeting with Konohamaru when Boruto leaned in a little too close.
Her brow furrowed as a sudden shot of panic ran through her veins. She shoved her hand in his face to block the puckered lips that were approaching her.
"Wh-what are you doing?! Don't kiss me in public!" Sarada said in a harsh whisper, dark eyes darting around to see if anyone saw.
"Why does it matter?" Boruto laughed, peeling her hand off his mouth. He gazed down at her, holding her knuckles against his lips as he suggestively whispered, "Am I your dirty little secret?"
"Yes!" she affirmed with wide eyes that suggested that fact was obvious. "100% yes!"
"Oh, my bad!" Boruto laughed as he released her hand. "I'll work on being more covert."
He started walking toward his class, when he suddenly peeked over his shoulder and called, "Bye, girl who will NOT be in my bed tonight!"
Then he gave her a wink and a thumbs up.
Sarada's face grew bright red before she hastily marched to her own class in the opposite direction, pretending that she didn't know him.
Sarada walked out of her last class, ready to head toward the ice complex when she got a text from Boruto. "I'm starving! Can we get something to eat before practice?!"
"Sure, where do you want to go?" she replied.
"You know where."
With a roll of her eyes, Sarada met Boruto outside of Thunder Burger ten minutes later. He greeted her with a bright grin like he was excited that she knew where he was referring to as if he didn't eat there at least five times a week. Half of which she delivered to him.
"Hi, Boruto," an attractive cashier welcomed with a sweet smile as they approached the register. Sarada stood behind him with her arms crossed and snorted a laugh, wondering if his celebrity was from the college hockey team or the frequency that he dined there.
It was glaringly obvious the way that the cashier was trying to flirt with Boruto, but that wasn't anything new. It was, however, unexpected that Boruto didn't seem to indulge her like he normally would.
Instead, his blue gaze was fixed on the menu above, pondering over the options before just ordering his usual.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?" the cashier asked expectantly, batting her eyelashes at Boruto.
What? Was she hoping he'd ask for her phone number or something? Sarada did her best not to roll her eyes.
Boruto glanced over his shoulder at her. "You want a milkshake or anything?"
The cashier's gaze flickered to Sarada as a disappointed pout spread across her lips.
"Yeah, sure," she shrugged.
"Can you add a strawberry milkshake? And that'll be it," Boruto smiled as he pulled out his wallet.
Sitting in a booth across from Boruto, Sarada sipped on her milkshake and watched as he chowed down on his greasy meal.
"If you throw up at practice, I won't feel bad for you," she commented with a teasing smirk. He just chuckled in response before taking another bite.
Sarada's dark gaze wandered back to the cute cashier. Did Boruto not flirt back because she had been with him? Or because he didn't show interest in other girls anymore?
She wasn't sure how to feel about either possibility.
Does he flirt with other girls when she's not around? And if so, is she even allowed to care? It's not like they're together.
But then the idea that he's somehow forgone his flirty nature now that they were sleeping together made her question how he felt about the whole arrangement.
Sarada, herself, still wasn't sure how she felt about it. She enjoyed being with him in that way and it did seem to be helping their chemistry on the ice like she had intended, so she didn't let herself dwell on it.
Suddenly Sarada frowned at the thought of a third possibility, that he had been with that girl in the past.
She believed him when he said he didn't have other sexual partners since they started figure skating together, his schedule was tight enough as is, but that didn't mean Boruto didn't have a whole trail of women from before that.
Thoughts like that had Sarada wondering just how experienced he was. She didn't even want to think of how she measured up to his slew of previous partners.
He didn't like to use the word obsessed, but as Boruto trekked down each aisle of the university's library he was starting to realize he might be a little obsessed with Sarada.
It was already late when she told him she wouldn't be coming over that night because she was busy studying. He had known the library was open twenty-four hours a day, but he didn't think people were actually there at that hour.
God, she was such a nerd.
He walked up the stairs to the fourth story. He was going aisle by aisle, floor by floor to find her because he thought it might be fun to surprise her. There was barely anyone there, the whole place eerily quiet.
A naughty smirk spread across his lips when he finally spotted her.
Sarada was reaching for a book on the top shelf, the tips of her fingers just barely managing to pull it out. When suddenly a hand covered her mouth.
Her heart stopped, her body instinctively went rigid with terror at the feel of a hot, firm presence against her back.
"Don't scream," a familiar voice husked against her ear.
Sarada exhaled the breath she had been holding, relieved that it was just Boruto, and then immediately became annoyed that he had scared her like that.
But when she went to turn around to yell at him, she was met with resistance. His hands still firmly on her mouth and waist.
She struggled again in his hold, but it was ineffective against his superior strength. Dark eyes widened in shock as his grip drifted from her hip down to her center.
No way. He wouldn't.
They were in public!
Sarada squirmed, muttering unintelligible angry warnings against his palm. Her heartbeat quickened as his wandering hand slipped into the front of her leggings.
"Shh, Sarada. You're in a library," Boruto whispered, before playfully nibbling on her earlobe. "You don't want anyone to hear, do you?"
The husky desire in his voice, the sweet sensation of his kisses against her neck, and the teasing touches of his skillful fingers killed her protests on the spot. The way he sparked her arousal was as effortless to him as it was annoying to her.
Sarada let out a soft, desperate whine as two fingers dipped into her wet clutch, stroking her in just the right spot. Her head fell back against his shoulder and her eyes closed as she surrendered to his touch.
What they were doing was so brash and scandalous but somehow that only served to heighten her arousal. That naughty feeling had Sarada panting heavy breaths against his hand, her hips rocking to meet his intruding fingers.
She could feel how turned on Boruto was too, his hardened length rubbed against her bottom as he pressed soft kisses against her pulse. She let out another muffled cry as he massaged her clit in a deliciously steady rhythm.
Sarada felt herself climbing higher and higher with each stroke of slick fingers. She was on the edge, ready to combust when suddenly his hands were gone.
Sarada let on a frustrated whimper as his warmth disappeared. She turned around, cheeks flushed, as she slumped against the bookshelf. Her brow furrowed, greatly annoyed he didn't finish her.
"What the fu—?!"
Boruto shushed her with the fingers he just had buried inside her. The heady smell of her own honey made her even dizzier. "Sorry for the disruption," he whispered. "I let you get back to your studying."
She glared at him with dark eyes, and he responded with a smug grin.
"I hate you so much," she grumbled, but he just laughed and walked away.
Boruto had only been home for five minutes before Sarada was knocking at his door demanding he finish what he started.
A/N: thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this update! leave a comment and let me know what you think about their new dynamic! lol
