Gintoki x You ~ Summer Love

Summer Love

[DISCLAIMER: THE FOLLOWING IS A NONPROFIT FANFICTION! THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CLAIM TO OWN, OR TO HAVE INVENTED, ANY CHARACTERS OR CONCEPTS CONTAINED IN THIS WORK!]

Authors note: There shouldn't be anything too bad here, but things do get pretty worked up. If that scares you, turn back now. You've been warned.

"S-so...so...hot..." you whimper between labored breaths. You look out the window at the scorching summer sun and sigh as the heat takes its toll.

"Stop whining, (Y/N)... It's bad enough that we have to deal with this heat... I don't need your griping on top of it..." you hear an agitated Gintoki snap at you rather lethargically. With no small amount of effort, you manage to lift your head enough to look him in the eyes.

"You don't have to be such a jerk, you know! You're not the only one who--"  your barking comes to an abrupt stop. You watch in disbelief as the white-haired samurai's hair billows gently in a soft breeze caused by a small, battery operated fan.

"Gin-san... What is that?" you ask him, almost in a whisper.

"Hm? Oh, this? I found it at the general store while I was out looking for some cold snacks earlier," he answers nonchalantly. You narrow your gaze on him, squinting until your eyes are almost completely shut, when suddenly you shoot at him like a bullet and grab him by the collar of his shirt.

"You said you didn't have enough money to buy anything cold," You scream as you thrash him around violently.

"C-calm down! I was telling the truth! After I bought this thing, I really didn't have enough money for anything else," he pleads in a failed attempt to calm you. You continue to shake him about, his body flailing around like a ragdoll.

"Alright, I'm sorry! Look, you can have it! That's fair isn't it?!" he continues to plead while trying to break free from your iron grip. After taking a moment to consider his offer, you decide to let him go.

"I guess that'll have to do..." you huff as you sit back down, pointing the small fan at your face.

The breeze is a small one, but even in this scorching heat it feels like a blast of arctic wind. You sit back and relax as the sound of the tiny fanblades nearly lull you to sleep, when out of nowhere a low, groaning noise grabs your attention.

"Mmmmh..."

You look down and see Gintoki whimpering weakly as he watches the fan blow onto your face. You can tell from the buckets of sweat pouring from his face that he must be close to passing out from the heat. After a little while your conscience finally wins out.

"Fine... Come here," you say as you signal him to come over.

"Huh!? You mean it!?" his face lights up. You give a nod, and just like that he darts over to your side.

"Ahhhh..." the two of you let out contented sighs.

At first the breeze is soothing, but after a little while the divided breeze is no longer enough to satisfy the both of you. You both nudge at one another, trying to catch the cool air. Your nudges quickly become more forceful, and soon those nudges turn into full blown shoves as you break out in a battle for control of the fan.

"You said I could have it! Let go!"

"I changed my mind! It's every man for himself!"

"Who are you calling a man, you piece of--"  you turn your head to face your adversary, but as you do you feel your lips crash into something soft. It doesn't take long before you realize the soft feeling is Gintoki's lips. A few moments pass, and to your surprise, neither of you had tried to move away. You both sit in awkward silence as you stare into each others eyes. After what seems like an eternity, Gintoki finally makes a move.

You feel him place a hand on your waste as he slowly starts to push himself closer to you. The contact might have been chalked off as accidental before, but now there was no question that this was a kiss. And it was VERY deliberate.

Your mind starts to melt as the movements of his lips become more methodical. You let out a light gasp when you feel his tongue poking at the entrance of your mouth, trying desperately to pry it open. It doesn't take long before you give in.

Suddenly you feel the room shift around you as he lowers you onto the floor. Your heart begins to beat in overdrive as he positions himself above you. His hands glide down your sides as he moves from your waist down to the top of your legs. You shiver in anticipation, when much to your disappointment, everything stops.

"Uh...um...listen, you can just keep that stupid thing. I don't even care anymore," he says hoarsly as he catches his breath.

You quickly sit back up, attempting to hide your flushed face. You try to think of something to say, but before you get a chance the sound of crumpling paper echoes across the room, followed by a loud slurping noise.

You turn around to see Gintoki standing in front of the freezer with an ice cream sandwich stuffed in his face.

"Ahhh. Nothing like some frozen sweets to beat the heat," he muses while scarfing down the rest of his snack.

"I thought you said you spent all of your money on that piddly fan?!" you scream. Gintoki just looks at you blankly, nervously scratching the back of his neck before finally mustering up the courage to speak.

"Oh, yeah...I just lied about that."

~End~