BORUSARA - Oneshots xx

Bonding Over Bridgeton PT.4

CHAPTER 4: Talk of the Town

The screen faded to black and the credits began to roll. Sarada closed her eyes and stretched her arms overhead. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Ooh. That sounded sexy," Boruto purred into her ear. His arm wound a little tighter around her waist, pulling her closer. "Do that again."

"Ugh," Sarada scoffed, but a smile played on her lips. "Stop being so lewd. I was just stretching." Try as she might to sound offended, the smile on her face only grew a little wider as she snuggled against him. She hated to admit it, but he was an excellent cuddler.

The next episode began to play. Sarada struggled but reached over to the laptop and paused the episode.

"Hey!" Boruto propped himself up on his elbow to look upon her face. His lower lip jutted out. "We only have one episode left. I want to know what happens!"

"It's over an hour long." Sarada turned to face him. Her eyes went wide when she realized he was hovering over her, his lips inches away from her own. She felt his breath fan on her face when he began to argue. What was he saying? Her gaze drifted to his mouth. His lips looked soft. For a brief moment, she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Her own lips parted at the thought.

"Okay, since you're not saying anything, I'm taking that as a yes, and you're watching the last episode with me," Boruto smirked. He lowered himself on her, but still carried most of his weight with his arms. Sarada's cheeks flooded with heat, and she remained tongue-tied. "Since you were too busy staring at my mouth and thinking of kissing me, I'm going to repeat it for you. You can stay the night with me so we won't have to walk back to your dorm."

Sarada tore her gaze away from his eyes and inhaled sharply. There were a million things running through her mind, yet she couldn't form any of her thoughts into a coherent sentence. She swallowed. A low and quietly muttered, "Fine," was all she could muster. She turned her back on him again and stubbornly stared at the screen.

"Don't pretend like you're not happy you get to cuddle with me longer." Boruto chuckled and settled back down on the bed. He pressed the front of his body against her and inhaled her scent before reaching over to press play. The show began with a narration of Lady Whistledown speaking about the truths and imparting wisdom on marriage. Boruto laughed lightly and snuggled up close to Sarada. "Could be us," he whispered, "But you're playing."

His teasing relaxed her, and she melted into his embrace. "Is it me who's playing, or you?"

"Miss Uchiha," Boruto skewed his accent, copying the show. "I assure you that my intentions for you are nothing but pure and gentlemanly." Although his words were kind and noble, his hands implied otherwise as it snaked up her stomach.

"Don't," her voice cut through the room. Sarada placed her hand over his. "I said—" she squealed when Boruto forced his hand up to her side and pinched. "No tickles!" She screamed, but Boruto refused to listen. Her giggles filled the room and the show was long forgotten as Boruto kept on tickling her, giving her no reprieve.

He laughed, relishing the way her cheeks flushed. The sounds faded from her lips, but her face was still contorted in a silent laugh. Boruto stopped. He brushed her hair away from her face with the back of his fingers as she settled down.

"Y-you—" Sarada turned to her side and pulled the covers over herself. "I said no tickles! You're so annoying!"

Boruto's smile sobered. "Yeah, yeah." He played the episode back to the start. "Come on out there. I wanna watch this with you."

She peeked from under the covers, a small pout on her face. "If you tickle me again, I'm going to spoil who Lady Whistledown is!"

His eyes widened. "You wouldn't! Wait—we really get to know?"