Another day another update...
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They were alone. Totally and completely alone. When originally given the mission, they thought nothing of it—they were teammates and Mitsuki was out on his own mission so Sarada and Boruto took over. They were both Chuunin, so it didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. But then they set up camp for the night and started a small fire.
And they realized just how alone they were.
It wasn't awkward. Or perhaps it was? No, awkward was definitely not the word for it. The air was thick, yes, but with a different tension. As if something was pulling at them from the inside, forcing them to find ways to get closer.
Sarada brushed her arm against his, quietly apologizing. "Sorry, I'm a bit cold," she confessed. It was a lie and she was pretty sure Boruto knew that. It was a summer evening and they had a fire going. There was no reason for her to be cold. In fact, she wasn't; she was quite warm with whatever was making her stomach burn.
Both of their affections for each other, never spoken of, seemed to fuel their interactions tonight. Although this was nothing new, there was something different now. Perhaps it was because they knew they were completely alone and (relatively) in the middle of nowhere. The only company provided was each other and they certainly weren't complaining.
Boruto leaned forwards, taking his jacket off and turning towards her and laying it on her shoulders loosely. "Here," he said softly. She had shifted so that she was facing him and watched him play with the distance between them. Inching closer, then swaying back, then inching closer and then swaying back again. His hands seemed to freeze on her shoulders where he had rested his jacket while his eyes found hers and never left.
She swallowed. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to kiss him so badly it almost hurt. She could practically imagine what it would feel like—would it be slow and soft? Timid and unsure? Or hard and passionate, sure and confident? She frowned, concentrating on his lips. Why was this suddenly so consuming? Was it because they were so alone? Was it because Boruto seemed just as effected as she was?
Just when she thought she'd lost the nerve and was going to break their trance, Boruto caught her cheek in his hand, stopping her from moving away.
She couldn't take it.
She leaned forwards, stopping a just a hair from his lips, and inhaling shakily as she felt their breaths mingle together. They froze there for a moment before Boruto finished what she started (or did he start it? He really couldn't remember…).
Their lips met softly, their eyes fluttering shut. This was definitely a first for both of them—they had no idea what they were doing, only that it felt like they both wanted to do it. But he loved it. Her lips were soft and her nose brushed up against his, making him want to lean in further and further. But it hadn't lasted more than a few seconds before Boruto pulled away, fearing he was already too far out of his league with this single kiss. However, before he could even open his eyes—before he could even try to ignore the longing that was pooling in his chest—he felt Sarada reach up and cup his face with both hands, leaning forwards so that her body pressed softly against his as she kissed him again.
This time it was different. It was longer and there was just more to it. She had parted her lips to trap his bottom lip as she sighed. And oh that sigh, Boruto would never get tired of hearing that; it was a soft as a baby's breath and as refreshing as morning air. He followed suit, leaning forwards and almost knocking his teeth against hers and he heard her almost squeak. He stopped, scared he may have done something wrong, but then he could feel her smiling against his lips.
He leaned further as she leaned back, and soon they found themselves laying on the ground with him over her, still kissing, and he once again remember just how alone they were. He moved to deepen the kiss, but he felt her push up on his chest and he instantly backed off. He opened his eyes and tried to catch his breath, looking at her through half lidded eyes as she did the same.
She smiled softly, letting her head fall into the crook of his neck. "Sorry," she said airily, a voice that made Boruto want to turn into a puddle. "I need to catch my breath," she finished.
She could feel him nod against her head and then feel his weight shift so that he was leaning up next to her instead of hovering over. Her head moved from his neck to fall and rest on his chest and she listened to his heartbeat.
"Was that… okay?" he asked, shifting awkwardly.
Sarada felt her cheeks light up in a blush, "I mean, I haven't really kissed anyone before so I don't have anything to compare it to but—"
"No, not the kiss-ttebasa!" he felt his heart rate speed up and he was sure she could hear it. "W-well, yes, the kiss but not how the kiss was—" he stopped himself, running a flustered hand down his face and heaving out a long sigh. "Should that have happened," he corrected himself, but immediately realized how bad that may have sounded. "Not that I didn't want it to—"
"Boruto," Sarada leaned up, turning to face him. She stopped for a moment, gathering her courage, before speaking her mind. "I like you."
Boruto's eyes widen, his lips parting, "Oh… okay," was all he said, looking at her in a strange expression of amazement. That is, before he realized he was missing a very pivotal part of what he needed to say. "I like you, too," he finished quickly, "A… a lot."
She furrowed her brows at him reaching up and touching his face, "I've never seen you so embarrassed before," she mused.
"I'm not good at talking about my feelings, alright!?" he looked away, tearing away from her hand. His face lit up in a mixture of flustered feelings.
She smiled fondly, reaching out and pulling his face back to look at her. "Neither am I," she admitted, leaning down tentatively and kissing him softly. It was a gesture that was so incredibly new, but one she wanted to get used to. She pulled away, a smirk making its way onto her face, "Maybe we'll be better at showing it."
This one doesn't have much plot, but ya'll wouldn't be reading a series of one-shots for plots, now would you? If you were... then I hope you enjoyed anyway!
R&R,
LovelySheree
