Mine to Take (A Boruto Love Story)

One-Shot #1

MINE TO TAKE: CHRISTMAS ONE-SHOT

Yuna usually hated how night came so early in winter, but tonight, she didn't particularly mind it. Now that she was home and out of the cold, the darkness pressing against the windows only made her feel even cozier, especially since she was here with Boruto.

Earlier that day, she had met him on her lunch break from the academy to pick out their tree. The hadn't had to search the forest long, finding a small pine that was the perfect height to fit in their apartment after only ten minutes of looking. Boruto had used a wind manipulation jutsu to slice clean through the trunk in one easy motion and hoisted it over his shoulder as if it had weighed nothing. With a kiss to her lips, he had headed towards home as she made her way back to the academy, and when she had finally arrived back to her apartment sometime later, he had already rearranged their furniture and set up the tree in the corner. He had even gone out and bought some lights for it, a gesture that delighted Yuna and warmed her heart, for she knew he wasn't really one for Christmas festivities.

She watched him now, struggling adorably to untangle a length of said lights from the cardboard spool it had been packaged on. A mug of hot cocoa warmed her hands, a treat she seldom indulged in except on cold nights like this, and couldn't help but smile at her lover.

Boruto huffed softly in irritation. He couldn't figure out how the lights had started out wrapped up so neatly and had somehow ended up in this tangled mess that brute strength alone wouldn't solve. Mustering his patience, he worked the green plastic coated wires out of the chaos until he at last had them laid out in a straight line. When he plugged them in to test them, he was relieved to see that all the lights were in working order. Thank goodness for small favors.

Yuna smiled over her mug from her place on their new rug, another discovery Yuna had made upon coming home. It was big and thick and she wasn't sure whether it was made of real fur or if it was synthetic but it felt delicious against her bare feet and she guessed that's why Boruto had bought it. Someday, he planned to let her feel the furry texture of it all over her entire body as he pinned her beneath him.

"You know, you're adorable when you try to be a handyman." She said, her tone playful.

Boruto turned to look at her over his shoulder as he pulled the lights from the socket, his lips curled into a sly grin.

"Well, you know I'm good with my hands."

Yuna giggled and set her mug down on the worn coffee table behind her before making her way over to him as he rose from the floor to his full height. She reached up to caress his cheek gently. Wordlessly, she leaned in for a kiss and the Jōgan user smiled at the discovery that she tasted like chocolate. Even though the touching of their lips was gentle and tender, something burned just under the surface that threatened to distract them from decorating the tree and he pulled away before things got too heated.

Nuzzling her neck, he whispered, "Do you want to help me put up the lights before I decide to help you out of your clothes?"

Yuna giggled again, loving the way his body felt against hers. In all truth, the second option sounded more appealing, but since it had been her idea to get a tree in the first place, she grabbed one end of the multicolored lights while Boruto grabbed the other and proceeded to wrap it around the evergreen, tucking the lights between branches of fragrant needles.

After that, it didn't take long to hang the ornaments she had bought, all fragile looking glass baubles that shimmered in the light. Boruto found he was actually enjoying himself as he decorated the upper half of the tree where Yuna couldn't easily reach. She was chatting happily about past Christmases with her family as she searched for the perfect place for the ornament in her hand and he loved her voice and her company, her youthful enthusiasm and the excitement in her eyes.

Yuna hung the last ornament and stood back to admire her handy work. Boruto plugged in the lights once more before switching off the lamp that was the only other light source in the room. Instantly, the room was illuminated with color, the lights shining through the transparent glass and tinting them various shades, making them glitter like jewels.

"It's so pretty." Yuna breathed, clearly enchanted by the spectacle.

Boruto only smiled and wrapped his arm around her, amused by her childlike love for Christmas but loving her for it just the same.

She managed to retain such a beautiful naivety about her despite the fact that she had seen more than her fair share of death. And yet, in the bedroom, she could be a wild seductress, confident and domineering, succeeding in overpowering him to get her way. At other times she could act shy, and almost virginal, letting him take the reins for the evening and pleasure her into oblivion. It was rare to find a woman such as Yuna, who appeared to be all the things he needed, wrapped up into one amazing kunoichi. She truly was a gift.