Like a Dream || borusara

7.

Dressed in only a pair of blue cotton panties, Sarada sat facing her bed on the small stool that accompanied her easel. One of her larger sketch pads perched on her lap. Soft strokes of her pencil filled the page as her dark gaze flickered between the pad and her blonde model lounging on her unmade bed.

With one hand propping up his head and his abs prominently on display, he almost looked like an underwear model. Sarada wasn't sure if appreciated or resented that about him.

A slight smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she shaded in her sketch, recalling the several times she had appreciated his body recently.

Her physical chemistry with Boruto was so electric, she found herself constantly craving his touch. Especially now with how often she was seeing him. Not only did he visit her at work, but Boruto slept over almost every night for the past two weeks.

She recognized things between them were escalating really quickly, but Sarada honestly just never got tired of spending time with him. The way he thoughtfully asked questions about her niche interests and the way he made her shove her face into a pillow, screaming in rapture as he brought her to climax multiple times in a night, like really was there a better combination?!

"Are you going to let me see?" Boruto asked with a nosy grin and an impatient wiggle.

Her smile widened as Sarada tilted her sketch pad away from prying eyes. "I'll let you see when I'm done!" she told him for the millionth time.

When her mind refocused on her drawing, she paused noticing the way she instinctively began giving him fluffy fox tails like her kitsune lover. She flipped her pencil, ready to erase them, but then shrugged and decided to go with it, blaming the impulse on having two concurrent obsessions. Sarada continued her drawing, but her skin was prickling with awareness. She could feel his persistent blue eyes staring at her, observing her as intently as she was him.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, hoping a little chit chat would distract from the stirring in her stomach.

He seemed to ponder over the question for a moment before finally asking, "Do you have any enemies?"

Her pencil stilled and her brow furrowed. Boruto routinely showed interest in getting to know her better, but such an odd question caught Sarada off guard. "What?"

He silently blinked at her, clearly not understanding her confusion. "You know, someone who doesn't like you? Or who might hurt you?"

"Uh, no?" she answered with an uncertain shrug, or at least not that she could think of. "What even is that question? How should I know if someone would hurt me?"

"Do you have a rival? Or perhaps someone who's jealous of you?" Sarada stared at him, surprised he was pressing on this line of questioning.

Inojin was arguably her rival, but she wouldn't say he was jealous of her. Their rivalry was friendly and pushed them both to be better. "I mean, I don't think so?"

Boruto finally seemed to notice he was making her uncomfortable and dropped the subject. "Sorry... Sorry, can we be done for now? I'm hungry."

"Oh, uh, yeah," Sarada nodded. She set down her sketch pad and sauntered over to her little kitchenette.

"What are you hungry for?" she questioned as dark eyes stared into the unimpressive selection in her fridge. They might have to order pizza or take out or something.

Before she could even close the fridge she felt Boruto's warm hands land on her waist, pulling her close as he nuzzled against her neck. His hot breath against her skin inspired a tingling need to bloom in her core.