A/N: Hello, everyone! Tyy and I are back with another collaboration. This is a manager x actress AU, and if you follow our other collaboration, Sincerely Yours, you will enjoy this story a lot more. You will see why in the next coming chapters!

We don't own Naruto/Boruto.

The windows opened with a slight creak, but once Boruto had it open, the warm ocean breeze hit his face. He closed his eyes and breathed it all in. Some downtime was much appreciated, and spending two weeks on a tropical island was perfect—in the resort's best and most secluded suite no less.

"This is their honeymoon suite, ya know?" He grinned cheekily.

"Well that would explain all this." Came a reply as his company went about clearing the bed of rose petals, no doubt ready to slide in and read one of her current books.

He watched her fondly and looked around the suite, though he was only half paying attention. Two weeks in a honeymoon suite with his talent—Sarada Uchiha—was looking to be good.

Although she had been acting since she was around six, Boruto only had her as his talent for a little over two years. Sarada Uchiha had grown up in front of the camera, as part of one of the leading comedy series that ran for a decade—Keeping Up With The Uchihas, centered around your regular family with quirks and flaws. Her father was a famous producer, and her mother had focused on Sarada since she got the gig nearly twenty years ago. Her role was the feisty youngest daughter of three.

Boruto remembered growing up with the series as well and found her character funny and endearing. For all his life, that character was how he thought Sarada would be. Feisty, witty, and a show-off. It was quite a surprise to him when he met her a few years back, attending a celebrity party after graduating from university, that she wasn't exactly like that.

Sarada's reserved and borderline stoic, though she was friendly enough with anyone who tried to strike a conversation with her. She never bragged about her achievements, money or fame, and preferred to talk about her advocacies and other humanitarian work she was involved with. She took NDAs seriously, refusing to even give a clue to people who wanted to know what she was currently working on now.

Once she got talking and comfortable, it was a different story. He found out through Chocho, who was her personal stylist. It seemed like such an odd combination, knowing that Chocho was flamboyant, loud, and overall a fabulous personality. But later on, Boruto got to know Sarada a little more and he found her to be refreshing versus the other talents and personalities he had met and worked with.

After Sarada's first movie, and her father starting new contracts for new projects, a lot of agencies were clamoring for her to come on board, or at least try to audition—for the sake of formality. Her break in the industry was felt, but as soon as she came back for a movie, her old fans roared to life and won her new ones. Gone were the days of her little girl roles.

And in came Boruto, offering his services to her and her mother—who had recently been thinking about going back to her original career as a doctor. Sakura was a little hesitant to let go, but Sarada assured her she was old enough and could be more involved with making decisions and checking her contracts and roles.

As if Boruto would let her be bothered with the little things. He did everything for her. From landing her roles, interviews, curating her style and social media pages, he also made sure she got to where she needed to be, be it driving her or booking a plane, and buying her morning coffee. Boruto was always proud of his work ethic, starting with indie actors and slowly bringing them into fame. His talents never complained about needing or wanting another manager, either. Who would, when he took such good care of them?

Right after her red carpet screening, Sarada requested for a vacation alone—which meant him and her. She was a bit of an introvert, preferring to keep to herself in-between takes and reading during the evening instead of attending parties. It took Boruto some time to adjust, as his talents used to be game for anything he would tell them to attend. But Sarada was different. It wasn't because she was already famous, no. She valued her time and taking care of herself, Sarada wasn't the type who wanted to be talked about for any given reason. If she were to guest for a show or had an opportunity to use her influence, it would always be for her charities. It took her a little more convincing to do a little more if it was to promote a movie.

Boruto understood this, and respected her decisions, moving her schedule around to make sure she had enough time to rest and do what she liked, as well as getting work done. During her shoots, she was always professional and finished her takes nearly in one go. Having her as a talent was delightful, and Boruto was glad he couldn't relate to his other friends who often complained that their talents were divas or stubborn.

He knew what she was like, what she wanted and needed, even before Sarada knew it herself.

Two years, one film, and one charity made later, and here they were, enjoying each other's company by the beach. The suite was large, with a jacuzzi inside the bathroom and its own infinity pool, as well as a kitchen, and dining area both inside and outside, on the veranda. Even if the suite was situated on the cliff and the shore was a walk away, the sound of the waves calmed him.

Going back to the bedroom, Sarada was sprawled out on the right side of the bed, still reading. There were still red petals still littered on the left side of the king sized bed.

There was only one bed. It was a honeymoon suite, afterall.

Boruto smirked. "It's a sunny day, are you sure you want to spend it reading in here? We can stay by the shore instead."

"This bed is really comfy. Now that I'm here, I'm not sure I'll ever leave." She sighed softly, smiling a small smile as she flipped to the next page of her book.

A fond smile spread on his face and he sat on the edge, just staring at her face for a few moments, noting that she had her glasses on now. "No more contacts?"

"You have no idea how happy I was to get rid of those things." She groaned.

"I do have an idea," he grinned, knowing full well how much Sarada hated having to wear her contact lenses more than necessary. Although since she was never photographed in glasses after her first series, she kept this up until now. "Then staying indoors it is for you? I think I'll go for a swim. Would be a shame for me to go alone."

The book in her hands snapped closed and Sarada sat up more properly. "I suppose I could also go for a swim. Best to keep an eye on you anyway." She set the book aside and then got up. "Oh, but I have no idea where my bag with all my swimwear is."

Boruto laughed lightly. "It's in the small red one, on the right side in a blue pouch." He knew exactly where it was, because he picked it, and packed it all for her.

"Thanks." She smiled as she went for that bag and found her favorite red, string bikini right where he said it would be. "You always know everything." She rolled her eyes then, but she was more than happy about it.

"It's my job to know, even on vacation," Boruto replied simply, taking the book on the bed and her bikini before she could even walk to the bathroom. "Hold on a second, gotta Ninstagram this." He looked around for a while and picked up her sunglasses, and a beach towel. Setting it all up on the beach bed outside by the pool with her book. Boruto angled his phone for the book cover to be seen, as well as her sunnies and the wide expanse of the ocean. "Give me a few words about this one," Boruto called out, noting that this was new to her collection. He had to read it once she was done.

"It's a beautiful story, about a woman who lost everything and yet still conquers the world. A true heroine. Everyone should read it. A definite page-turner." Sarada said as she watched him, arms crossed over her chest. "Are you really still on about that Ninstagram?"

"Perfect," Boruto muttered, spinning it around, typing a little more about her vacation time alone, and posting it. "Of course I am. You already have forty million followers, you know? You couldn't have done that without me." He placed a hand on his heart, pretending to look wounded. "And I barely reach half a million."

"Correction, I wouldn't have done that without you." She mused. "You know I don't care about social media. I don't see the fascination you and everyone else have with it."

"It brings money for your charities, Sarada," Boruto was looking at the screen, watching the hearts and comments flood in. "For your movies, too."

"Right. Well, you know what you're doing. But I thought we were going for a swim?"

"Excited to get naked now?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her as he walked over and handed her her belongings.

Sarada only rolled her eyes as she accepted her things and walked back over to the bed. "Worry about yourself getting changed, why don't you."

"Don't come out of the bathroom until I say so… unless you want a look," he leaned in and winked at her.

"As if." Sarada turned her nose up and took nothing more than her bikini with her into the bathroom. "You stay out here too." She added before closing the door.

Boruto faked a pout, but ended up laughing when she scowled at him before disappearing into the bathroom. It was always like this between them. Boruto would fake flirt with her and she would always shoot him down faster than he could blink. It was fun, and light hearted. He knew she liked it, and it always brought a smile to her face. None of Boruto's talents ever had this sort of relationship with him, even if some were a lot easier to handle than Sarada was.

He was quick to strip and change into board shorts, rummaging in his pack for a while to find his sunglasses. Once he did, he went over to one of Sarada's bags and pulled out a large packing cube, the first of many for her skin care routine. Each product in the packing cubes were carefully selected and recommended by top dermatologists that took care of Sarada. He found that her skin was rather sensitive, and worked best with certain products. Boruto made it a point to always have these on hand for her. There was a large blue bottle and a small orange one, he pulled it out and tossed both on the bed.

"Are you done yet?" Boruto called out. "I have your sunscreen."

"There's… a malfunction." She groaned, sounding frustrated before the bathroom door opened and she stepped out, clutching her top to her chest, the top strings a tangled mess and the bottoms dangling freely. "Could you…?"

Seeing Sarada in nothing but her bikini really shouldn't have made him feel anything, but Boruto was a man, and damn was she a beautiful woman. There was no use lying about it at all. "S-sure." He cleared his throat before walking over to her, untangling the string behind her back, his fingers brushing her flawless skin. Once he got that untied, he carefully knotted it and made a pretty ribbon at the nape of her neck. Boruto made a mental note to take a photo of this for her stories later on. "Too tight?" He asked, before working on the string on her back, untangling it as he waited for her response.

"No, it's perfect." She said, finally dropping her hands now that the top didn't need to be held.

"You're perfect," he quipped, as his fingers deftly tied up the remaining string, secretly admiring how beautiful she was.

"You're annoying," She muttered, trying to fight her smile.

"You're stuck with me, ya know?" Boruto chuckled, turning her around and giving her a once over, the sight of her leaving him breathless. "Perfect."

Sarada smirked and placed her hands on her hips, turning slightly to the side and striking a pose. "You really think so?"

This time, Boruto didn't even have to pretend to look hurt. "Of course I do. I got the prettiest and most professional talent." He cleared his throat and walked around her, going back to the bedroom to get her sunscreen. "Orange for your face, blue for your body. Start with your face and don't touch it once you got a hold of the blue one in your hands, okay? I don't want you getting a rash again."

"Okay, daddy, chill." Sarada snorted, taking the products from him and starting with the orange one for her face just like he instructed. She trusted him and his word wholeheartedly.

Daddy. Boruto nearly choked on air. It was like him to pull quips and flirt, but it always caught him off guard when she would do something like this. He just wasn't prepared. "Right, I'll wait for you outside." Once he was out of her sight, he sped walked into the living room and took a deep breath, looking down between his legs with a pout. Now of all times? Really? What a traitor.

Thinking of things to get him down, Boruto went through his own bags and pulled out his sunscreen. Unlike Sarada, his skin wasn't nearly as sensitive and only needed one kind for both his face and body. He applied it on quickly, still thinking of bad things to calm him down. The moment she came out and asked to tie her up already did a number on him, but when she struck that pose, he was a goner. Well… more like got a boner.

Remembering it was already making him half-hard and Boruto thought of dead kittens and Sarada getting a scandal to ruin her career. That instantly got him down and he sighed in relief. As if the latter was ever happening, though. Never in his life would he let something like that happen to her. Sacrificing kittens would be easier for him to accept than have Sarada's career ruined.

"Boruto?" Sarada called, wandering towards him. "Could you get my back?"

"Alright, I'm coming," Boruto brought his own sunscreen with him back to the bathroom. He washed his hands and wiped them down thoroughly before putting her sunscreen on his hands and spreading it on her back. She was so warm, and felt good to his touch, despite the lotion coming between them. "You got everywhere else?"

"Of course I did. I would have gotten my back too if I could," She said with a short sigh.

"You feel tight," Boruto commented as he got her shoulders. "I'll book you a massage for later."

"Ugh what a waste. You could just do it yourself." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and hummed as his hand rubbed over the back of her neck.

The sound she was making was sending blood down his stomach yet again and Boruto had to look away for it not to betray him again. "You have all the money in the world," he laughed. "You could buy this place if you wanted to. A massage won't even make a dent."

"It's not just the money. I don't want just anyone's hands on me." She shuddered just at the thought and turned around to face him. "All ready?"

"Stingy and picky," he smiled and shook his head. "Two things we won't let people know. Yeah, almost. Can you get my back for me? Wash your hands twice after, though."

"Oh, sure." She nodded once, accepting the sunscreen when he handed it over and quickly getting to work. She started at his shoulders, dainty hands rubbing the lotion and spreading it smoothly and slowly. She took her time, a couple of minutes seeming to pass before her hands trailed downward, making sure to cover every inch of his exposed back.

Perhaps Boruto should have been embarrassed that a shiver ran down his spine, all because of her touch, but she didn't comment on it and he was glad for it. On the other hand, there was a little traitor who came back and Boruto glared at it for a second before groaning. "Thanks," he muttered. "You go ahead, I'll be there in a bit."

"Hm. Fine." Sarada collected her towel and her book and then went outside ahead of him.

Even if she was out of his sight, her smell still lingered and he was still hard… for her. Boruto groaned again and pulled his shorts down, going over to the toilet. He had to make this fast. Part of him knew Sarada was aware of why he needed to stay behind, but that was beside the point right now. Boruto held on to his base and made it quick. Sarada's smell was surrounding him and it was hard for him to keep her out of his thoughts as he finished. He kept it down and groaned when it was over. Too fast, too bad his fantasies wouldn't come true, too. After cleaning up, he walked out to the pool, finding her stretched out on the beach bed in the shade, reading.

Thank god he already took care of it. Perhaps the cold water would help him. "Going to sit and read or swim?"

Sarada looked from her book to him and smiled. "I was reading while I waited for you." She placed her bookmark in and closed the book, setting it down. "I'm excited about swimming."

That warmed his heart, blue eyes softening at her. He held his hand out for her to hold, intending to lead them into the pool together. Sarada had the grace of a swan, but he wouldn't risk letting her slip and fall. All for safety purposes, really. She placed her hand in his without wasting a beat and he helped her to her feet, the pair walking together hand in hand.

"I hope it's not too cold," she commented once there were standing just beside the pool. She released his hand to wrap her arms around his and hold on while moving her foot until the tips of her toes felt the water.

Boruto wrapped an arm around her waist, helping her into the water. "Careful, Sarada." It wasn't as cold as he expected it to be, and judging by the clarity, "I think it's saltwater."

"Ooh! It's warm actually. This is nice." She leaned against him, giggling excitedly. "I haven't swam in so long."

"Yeah, been a year," Boruto smiled, happy to see her happy. He walked them into the middle of the pool until they were chest deep, still keeping his arms around her. "Last time was Bali with the crew, I think. We should go back soon."

"It was a nice trip, but I prefer to go back alone. It's better this way." Sarada wrapped one arm around his shoulder, making him hold her up so she could kick her feet around. "Ugh, this water is amazing."

These were one of the times Boruto adored the most. Whenever Sarada would let her walls down and be herself. Being in the industry for a long time trained her to guard herself, not letting people in easily. But seeing her kick around the water and laugh freely melted his heart. "It's yours to enjoy." He grinned, walking around the pool as she kicked around some more.

"Ours," She corrected quickly.

Another thing he adored about her. Sarada wasn't selfish and always included him with everything she did. Their crew had often joked they were connected at the hip, Sarada never going anywhere without Boruto. Not like Boruto would let her out of his sight. There was a reason why he dropped his other talents when he got a hold of her. She deserved all his attention. Plus, her projects and schedule demanded a lot of his time.

"Sorry, ours," Boruto grinned, liking how that sounded.

"Hm, better." She mused. "Hold me. I want to be lazy and float here."

"As you wish," Boruto smirked, letting go of her waist, this time he slipped his hands under her back to help her float. Once she got the hang of it, he placed his hands behind her head, making sure she wouldn't slip into the water.

"This is wonderful, Boruto. Are you happy that we came too? I wanted you to have a break… but you're still doing so much for me, always."

"This is nothing." He wasn't lying, his phone was being used exclusively to take photos and make sure no one bothered her for the next two weeks. Taking care of Sarada like this wasn't work. He was happy as long as she was. "I'm happy we did. This place is nice, and it's two weeks of nothing work related." He sighed happily.

Sarada hummed, smiling. "Just me and you. Easy."

"Just me and you," he repeated softly. Boruto brushed her hair out of her face and gathered some water in his hand to drizzle on her forehead, making sure it didn't get in her eyes. "We should do this more often."

"Yes, please. As soon as possible. I'm really happy." She grinned, arms grinding around in the water slowly.

The two of them swam around a little more, having a small splash fight in between. After they settled down, the two of them stood on the edge of the pool, looking over the vast ocean and talking quietly. Boruto listened to her talk for nearly an hour, his fingers were getting wrinkly but he didn't care. They were always together, but Sarada always had something new and interesting to talk about with him. Be it about books, her role, current events, or something abstract and theoretical. She was so smart. So beautiful. Perfect.

He had to drag her out of the pool, but not until he snapped a quick photo of her swimming around, her face away from the camera, for his own personal Ninstagram. As usual, his DMs were blowing up with the usual questions.

Where is this? It looks nice!

How long will Sarada be gone?

Are you two together?

That last question always got him, making Boruto snort and leaving the person on read. They weren't together together. But they were always… together. If that made sense. It was normal for dating rumors to go around about actors all the time. And on more than one occasion some tabloid agency tried to stir something up about he and Sarada, always being together.

It was easy enough to kill the story. Just a tweet from Sarada that she would personally write with her usual sass. "He's my manager, of course, he's always around." With a rolling eyes emoji. Her fans were always quick to come to her defense anyway, and Mitsuki was a pro at killing these rumors. One reason why his old friend remained on the payroll.

Later that evening, Boruto booked a candlelit dinner by the shore for them, sitting on beanbags and making sure their table was far from the other patrons. He had checked the menu beforehand and ordered a few of her favorites in advance, but still let her take a look for anything she might want to add.

The food was delicious, a lot of seafood and the local cuisine. They talked some more and he snapped more photos for Sarada's account, posting a beautiful photo of her in a white top, hair flying in the soft breeze, dark eyes capturing the warm candlelight. Her smile was so soft, one that he loved to see on her.

After dinner, they walked around to let the food down, looking at the large aquarium that the resort had. A few of the patrons had recognized Sarada, but as they were more on the upper crest side, left her alone. Boruto was thankful and did inform the resort ahead of time that she would be coming and didn't want to be bothered. Sarada was always nice to her fans, taking photos and chatting with them for a bit before leaving. It amazed him how sincere she always was, even when she was tired.

"I booked you a two-hour massage," Boruto stopped her in front of the spa's entrance. "I'll probably have one, but only for an hour."

"What?" She turned on him, face falling. "I don't want it! And you—you!"

"Yes, me?" Boruto laughed, trying to take a bite at the finger she was pointing at his face accusingly.

"You. You're getting a massage?" She snatched her hand away and let it fall to her side. "I don't want any creepy man hands on me."

"Man?" Boruto frowned. "I got you a girl." Why Sarada would think he would get a man to give her a massage was beyond him. Likewise, he would never let another man touch Sarada's body like that. Just the thought of it was already riling him up.

"Oh…" Sarada calmed down, obsidian eyes blinking at him curiously. "And what did you get?"

Boruto walked over to the receptionist and scratched the back of his head. "I don't know, whoever is available, I guess? I didn't book mine in advance."

"Hello," Sarada greeted the woman with a friendly smile. "We will be needing a man for his massage. I'm afraid any lady wouldn't be able to get in as deep as he needs."

The lady behind the desk was starstruck, stuttering as she immediately agreed. "O-o-of course, ma'am. Would you like to have the same room?"

"No," Boruto replied hastily. There was no way he was going to let some guy see Sarada's naked body. Even if that was what he did for a living. "I'll have an hour and a half, she's having two."

"Not together?" She looked over at him, eyes wide in surprise and lips forming a pout.

"Miss me already?" He grinned. "I'll be outside as soon as you finish."

Sarada forced her eyes away from him and crosses her arms, not pleased with this situation at all.

Boruto poked her nose, all smiles. Unlike her, he was pleased to know that she didn't want to be away from him. After two years of always being together, she still wasn't sick of him. "Go on, I'll be outside when you're done, okay? Stop pouting at me like that." Although it was adorable.

"I am not pouting." Sarada huffed and went on her way.

Pouting or not, she was still adorable. Boruto watched her leave and walk into the women's area before he finished up signing up for his massage. It was a good one, and he nearly fell asleep. It was a good thing his masseuse woke him up. If Sarada had finished her massage before him, he wouldn't forgive himself. Boruto wrapped the robe around himself, still in a slight daze and had a cup of tea in the waiting area.

It was quiet, save for the sound of the tranquil music and running water from the fountain. It gave him some time to reflect on how his day went, it was nothing short of wonderful. Spending time with Sarada was always a delight, after all. Even the last two years he spent with her was so much better than he could ever dream of. They had formed a real friendship, too. Growing to be comfortable and trusting each other completely. Gone were the days of Sarada speaking so little in his presence, now she would dominate the conversation.

Boruto got up to his feet as soon as he saw Sarada walk out, a dazed yet satisfied smile on her face. It made his heart feel fuzzy. He put the tea away and wrapped an arm around her waist, helping her walk properly. A golf cart was ready to take them back to their suite. Sarada was quiet, leaning on his shoulder the entire time. It was getting late, and the massage had most likely gotten her ready for bed.

Boruto thanked the staff for dropping them off and his arm wound around her waist yet again. Sarada was more than ready for bed. He lead her to the bedroom and settled her in, pulling the covers over her. She didn't even bother to change into pajamas. Once she was comfy, Sarada asked him to sleep next to her, and he promised he would, but he wanted to change out of the robe and into a pair of shorts instead. Her eyes were pleading, but reluctantly let him. Boruto changed quickly and got into bed. Sarada's back was facing him, and her breathing was deeper. It looks like she had already fallen asleep.

"Good night, Sarada," He whispered, before getting under the blanket, back facing her. He turned the lampshade off and sighed, ready to sleep. But his heart skipped a beat when she heard her mumble.

"Good night, Boruto."

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! As this is a collaboration, Kairi writes for Boruto and Tyy writes for Sarada.

It's only the first chapter and it's already so painfully obvious that they're in love. Do leave us a review to let us know your thoughts!

Cheers,

Kairi and Tyy