Unhindered Kisses Chapter 30: The Caliber of Kisses, a hot gimmick fanfic

Title: The Caliber of Kisses

Author: shimasama

Pairing: Akane Narita and Subaru Yagi

Fandom: Hot Gimmick

Theme: #30 – kiss

Disclaimer: I do not own Hot Gimmick. It belongs to Viz and Miki Aihara.

Author's Note to Readers: Thank you so much for being with me through this rather extended travail of 30 kisses drabbles. I would list names, but it's late, and I really should be going to sleep.

But here's a question for my readers: If I were to make any one of these drabbles into a full-blown fic (with chapters and everything), which one would you like to read? Or is there one you want me to expand upon?

This is the last entry for Unhindered Kisses.

And so we go.

Akane's kisses make Subaru speechless. Only for a few seconds any words he may have said stick in his throat, jumble in his brain the point where nothing makes sense.

When they kissed for the first time, her kiss tasted like chocolate. Their second and third kisses tasted the same (they happened not too long after the first). Yet he could not put that taste into words immediately. He could not have told anyone, those few seconds after their kisses, what Akane tasted like, because he could not put anything into words.

That was the power of Akane's kiss.

Subaru left Akane with butterflies in her stomach.

He usually never initiated a kiss, but when he did Akane knew he meant it with his whole heart. His kisses told her that he loved her more than anything that he thought of her even when he was watching anime or playing video games.

Their first kiss tasted like Subaru's lips. It was a feeling Akane was not used to, no matter how many boys she had kissed before. Subaru was an older guy, and she had dated plenty of older guys, but none of them had had such a distinct… taste before. So when her friends asked her what kissing Subaru Yagi was like, whether he was as awkward and geeky as he seemed, Akane could not answer. All she could do was attempt to describe that taste, which she only felt sometimes, which she could not imagine without Subaru's lips pressed against hers.

That taste left her breathless.

Subaru was awkwardly proportioned, and he knew it. When Akane slid her fingers up his shirt for the first time, as they battled tongues on his bed, he freaked out and broke the contact. He had no particularly gratifying features—no muscular abdomen, no pecks, no strong arms. So when he felt the contact of her cool fingers on his stomach, he did not know what to do.

Akane had looked at him, startled, her hair a mess and her lips bruised. He stared at her, aching with a need he was not used to (never acted on, at least, when a girl was involved), and then asked her quietly if they could stop. He knew how much of a geek she must have thought he was, stopping a make-out session with one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, but he was scared.

Her touch made him scared.

Akane was not a virgin (not even close) when she kissed Subaru for the first time. But when they made out on his bed for the first time, she felt like she could have been. She could have fumbled over his clothes, hoped he liked her body, been the way she had been the first time she had sex—because he was and older boy, because she was a younger girl. But she lost the need to fumble when he brought her down with him, her body pressed flush to his. So it felt natural to slip her fingers beneath his Gundam t-shirt, to feel his soft skin beneath—

But apparently it was not natural to him, and he jumped away from her without warning. He was flushed, hot, and he obviously had not noticed that the action had tugged up his shirt enough for his pale skin to be exposed. She looked at him, breathless, wanting.

His kiss made her want him.

When they made love for the first time he was going to a local university and she was in her last year of high school. She had never gone as long as she had without sex, and he had never told anyone how long he remained basically a virgin (what she did not know, and continued to not know, is that he had had sex once before, a fumbling, embarrassing experience he hoped to never repeat). So when they were alone in the Narita apartment and their clothes began to come off piece by piece, both Akane and Subaru felt more natural then than ever before.

Because her kisses made him scared.

And his kisses gave her butterflies.