That stupid dress

Kage Gala

Boruto paced around the bedroom he shared with his wife with a frown and arms crossed in his chest. The room was spacious and gave off that newlywed-vibe. The big window ended in a small balcony with a rail painted in black. Almost every part of Konoha could be seen from there.

And they were enjoying their day off—which was rare since his duties as an ANBU captain and her duties as Hokage apprentice often got both shinobi extremely busy— until Konohamaru called and invited Sarada to the Kage gala offered after the summit. Obviously, she was thrilled.

"Help me with this" Sarada demanded showing her back to him throwing Boruto back to the main issue: the dress she was going to wear.

Boruto was well aware that his wife wanted to become Hokage. And he wanted to support it, despite all the years of suffering from his father's absence. He was willing to give his life to make her dream come true and protect it.

But this was off limits. Literally.

"There is no way." He demanded with a pout and his arms crossed. Sarada sighed.

"Boruto, we talked about this"

"Do you really have to wear that" He asked with a frown as his eyes fell on the thing. The fabric was a deep blue, almost black with sewn pieces of very small crystals that glimmered when she moved. It had a cut just below the waist on one side, exposing one of her long legs. And another low cut on her back, there was no way he was going to allow anyone else look that far down.

He gulped as his eyes met her uncovered skin when she spun around to spray perfume on her neck. And as an added bonus, he saw a glimpse of her black laced underwear since he refused to help her zip up the damned thing. He was just about to lose his mind.

"It was a gift, from none other than your mother. So don't act like an idiot and help me zip this." She replied turning around again looking at him sideways.

He grunted lowly in defeat and got close to her. But his hands moved on their own, and instead of taking care of the zip, they ran smoothly across her backbone feeling the soft skin of his lover. He was on a trance when he let himself go and placed kisses on her neck as he took the chance to smell her sweet scent. He felt her slightly tremble under his touch.

"This damned dress" He whispered almost growling. "I don't think I can manage to hold back if some bastard wants to take a peek. Hell, I might not even be able to hold myself back."

"I-it's just for a couple of hours. And it's not that revealing." She said out of breath. "Just help me, will you."

When he heard her distressed voice and saw her red cheeks, he sighed and placed a tender kiss on her naked shoulder before doing as she asked. "Who'll go with you?"

"I was hoping you would say yes." She replied almost as a question as she turned to face him. Now that her dress was finally zipped.

"You know why I can't. I'll see if Inojin is free, because I can't let you go wearing that alone. You'd have to throw me in jail for mass murder." Boruto said laughing lightly to distract her from his negative. But she crossed her arms on her chest. "And Kami knows I only trust him because he's married to Himawari."

"Come with me Boruto" Sarada whispered sweetly as her hands played with the short hair on the back of his neck, leaning into him a bit more than he would have expected. "Or you don't want to?"

He smiled sideways as he bent down to whisper in her ear. "Sarada, if it were for me you wouldn't even leave this room."

She smiled but Boruto saw how her eyes started to water. A deep void filled his stomach with grief. He was an outcast, he wasn't the brilliant Hokage's son anymore. He was a killer, a soldier. A person like that could never be worthy of the likes of the woman in front of him. The woman who could crush his heart with a few words or make him fly with a simple smile. He couldn't be seen around her in public or she'll lose her well earned position. And he'll most likely get transferred to serve in another village.