Note: This is outside my Big Hero 6 continuity (obviously, if you've read Heuristic Evidence). I figured that this will tide over anyone that was even vaguely curious as to how Tadashi and Gogo might have eventually gotten around to things if Tadashi hadn't been vaporized in a horrible explosion.

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Take one overly cautious robotics student. Add one risk taking industrial engineering student. Spice with attraction and simmer in two years of sexual tension. Shake well. Add a bottle of Jack Daniels, a bottle of Crown Royal Reserve, and a can of Coke. Bring to a boil and serve in one empty cafe. Serves two.

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After hours at the Lucky Cat were usually left to one of the Hamada brothers soon after Hiro had turned thirteen. Usually when it was Hiro's turn, Tadashi would study and supervise his younger brother's work, which meant that he was usually chasing the little brat down when he inevitably took something apart or set something on fire. When it was Tadashi's turn, he was often on his own to tidy up. He liked to listen to the radio. Cass was always fond of what she described as "moldy oldies". Tadashi rarely moved the radio from its preset.

It was the end of finals for him. Thanks to a severe bout of unluckiness, all of his finals had been smashed into a solid week of nonstop testing, leaving the final week mostly free. The Lucky Cat was a popular study place for college kids. Cass usually kept the place open until the last bus run near the store. Kids always knew that Cass would shoo them out to make sure they hit the last bus or trolley home.

Afterwards, the place was generally empty. Tadashi would spend a few hours with his aunt putting furniture back, calculating the till and taking stock before she left to care for Hiro. The rest of the time was spent with a broom and his thoughts.

As a result, it was a little surprising to hear a tap on the glass after nine o' clock at night. Lifting his head from the pile of dirt he had been collecting, the man caught the familiar sight of purple highlights, brown eyes, and a big pink gum bubble that dominated the rest of the woman's features. It popped, and she expertly brought it back into her mouth with her tongue.

Long-legged strides made short work of the distance to the door, and Tadashi let her in. She pushed past him with nary a word, dropped down into a chair at a random table, and put her backpack on the table in front of her. She eyed the tall student and marveled somewhat hypocritically, wondering how a broad shouldered, well-built handsome guy could be King Nerd. From his scruffy hair to his sweater, slacks, and beat up old penny loafers and his Lucky Cat apron, Tadashi could make anything look clean-cut and good.

"…and to what do I owe this honor?" Tadashi drawled, leaning on his broom handle casually. Gogo was dressed in her usual bike messenger finery. A Kenbitsu Carp baseball cap sat atop her head, her hair pulled into small pigtails. A striped black and purple camisole led to well-worn jean shorts, black lycra leggings and brand new bright yellow cross trainers. The coil of a dragon tattooed on her right shoulder was partially visible, giving her a slightly dangerous appearance.

In other words, she was raffishly cute. Tadashi felt a small tug at the base of his chest. He had always found Gogo to be unfairly attractive. For the umpteenth time, he pushed those feelings aside. They were the best of friends and he was too afraid of the repercussions to cross that line.

"Done with finals," she responded. "Heard you were, too." She removed her cap, leaning back in the chair, chewing her gum. "Thought I'd stop by, unless you don't really want the company seeing as you're doing stuff that clearly requires all your concentration." Her small mouth quirked into a lazy half smile.

"I was almost done here, but I don't mind the company. Just forgive me if I'm not too talkative seeing as this broom pushing business taxes my brainpower," Tadashi replied amusedly. Gogo's smile widened ever so slightly. That was one of Tadashi's best qualities. No matter how much she shoveled at him, he could shovel it right back with interest.

"I could also use a soda while you're up."

"Yes, dear," Tadashi said with mock submissiveness as he headed over to the cooler. Gogo caught the can chucked in a high arc with her left, tapping the sides with a pen she pulled from behind her ear to make sure the bubbles settled before opening the can.

"Thought we could maybe celebrate a little," Gogo piped up as she pulled out a plastic cup and a bottle of brown liquid from her backpack. "A little JD in the PM to celebrate our pending A-Plus?" She pressed her gum to the side of the cup.

Tadashi raised an eyebrow, looking at her from the corner of his eye as the dust pile was pushed into a dustpan. "Last I checked you were still under twenty one, Gogo.

"Who are you? Wasabi?" Gogo groused, "Don't act shocked. I drive everything like I stole it, I'm covered in tattoos, and the only thing that kept me out of juvie is my ability to math and draw well." She popped open the liquor bottle, measuring out a finger or two of the cheap whiskey before adding the Coke.

"Two wrongs don't make a right," Tadashi said as he emptied the dustpan into the bin behind the counter. A stern look crossed his features as he crossed the café again, grabbing the bottle just a hair too fast for Gogo to react.

"Hey!"

He brought the label up to eye level. "For example, engaging in underage drinking, and doing it with terrible, terrible cheap stuff." A mischievous twinkle entered his eye that surprised Gogo. Her eyebrow raised, the scowl on her face quietly returning to neutral.

"I think I have a bottle of Crown Royal Reserve that I shoved behind some surplus rice bags," he said, putting the bottle back down on the table as he shuffled off to the back room. "I think some relative left it here last Christmas. Do me a favor and draw the shades so we don't get arrested, willya?"

Gogo looked mildly impressed as she stood, walking from window to window pulling down the shades. "Look at you, Mr. Big Shot. When did you turn into a whiskey snob?"

Tadashi emerged from the back room, a bottle filled with a light amber liquid in hand. "Uncle Kurita is the Japanese model of the Most Interesting Man in the World. That means he's faster and more efficient at being interesting by 20%."

The bike messenger barked a laugh right before putting down a quarter of her cup in a single pull. She could feel the cool soda giving way to the admittedly harsh burn that liquor provides before it pooled in her stomach, filling her with familiar warmth.

Tadashi sat down in front of her, wadding up his apron and tossing it aside as he poured himself a glass on the rocks before putting back a third of it. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes before exhaling the burn. The first glass always made him relax a bit.

"Mr. Hamada," Gogo mock gasped, "I don't believe you're twenty one either. Didn't know you had a wild streak. I always pegged you as boring as beige carpet."

"C'mon, Gogo. You think I was always this responsible young man you see before you? I had my rebellious streak. Aunt Cass said I was 'sowing my wild oats' at first. Then she told me that if I kept sowing, she could sell the bumper crop and live off the oat subsidies… or something. Not sure. Cass tends to ramble when she's upset."

"Really now," Gogo asked, her heavy lidded eyes engaging with his, finishing off her cup before reaching for his bottle to pour out another. "Remind me to ask you about that later after you've had a few more."

"I'm sure it's not as exciting as some of the wild stuff you've gotten yourself into," he replied, ice in his glass clinking as he pointed at her.

Without missing a beat and pointedly ignoring the smirk on his face, she changed the subject. "So you coming desert camping with us? Lots of fun. Wasabi running away from dirt, bugs and wild cacti. Fred looking for bigfoot among the wild cacti. Honey trying to feed us wild cacti..."

Tadashi laughed. It was a warm, rich sound to Gogo's ears. Normally he was reserved, keeping a similar front as she did. Rather than an impenetrable wall of sarcasm, Tadashi provided a smokescreen of good humor. Not that he wasn't a good guy… just that he tempered a lot of his true emotions with overlay of even-handedness.

"Not sure," was the reply as Tadashi traded off, filling his glass with the dark brown bottle before letting the light spray of fizz from the soda sprinkle his hand. "Hiro's graduating high school soon. We promised to take him on that behind the scenes tour of Disneyland to see how all the animatronics work."

"You sure do love your brother, huh? Must be nice to have a big brother like you." She swirled her ice in her cup around before taking a sip. The Crown Royal was sweeter, deceptively light, but went down all the more smoothly. She took a breath. The heat radiated to her hands and face. Her eyelids dropped a half notch, all tension in her body dissipating.

Tadashi ran his fingers through his hair absently. "Yeah, well, can't deny that. He and Aunt Cass are all I have."

Gogo's heart clenched a little as she finished her second cup. Something in her wanted to say something. 'You could have me, too.' The words danced precariously in her throat. Would that be too forward? Mess things up?

"You have us," she said lamely, "You know. Your friends." She tipped the bottle again, and Tadashi eyed her carefully.

"Careful, Gogo. You're like, what? Ten pounds?"

"One thirty," came the edgy reply, the tone coming half out of irritation and half out of frustration with herself. "And I can handle myself, thanks."

The raging fire that was barely kept in check behind her soft brown eyes always made his heart flutter. He couldn't help but linger on her face a bit as he put his hand up in quiet surrender. "Fine. At least let me catch up." The jack and coke disappeared quickly, allowing him to roll the heat of her stare off his back. She was beautiful. The way her hair framed her deceptively delicate features. The way her soft tan accentuated the muscle tone of shoulders and arms. She took excellent care of herself, she carried herself confidently, and she was brilliant on top of that. Gogo was the full package.

Instead of telling her, he poured another glass.

It was a full glass more before they started talking again.

"So how you think you did?" Gogo finally asked, the liquor loosening her tongue enough to quell the awkward, tense feeling.

"Pretty good. I always got Prof. Richards' Mechanical Applications class."

"Lucky you. I got stuck behind that dumb jock, whassface. Grimm. He smelled like a locker room floor. Stupid assigned seating."

Tadashi smirked. "That dumb jock is an astrophysics major, you know."

Gogo grunted. "Whatever," she said eyeing the bottle of Jack Daniels that was more than half empty now. "He's a meathead. I saw him in his dorm room smashing Red Bull cans on his head? Who even does that? Why is that a thing?" She narrowed her eyes, leaning forward. "More importantly, you know what's not a thing?" Gogo asked, "Us. Why is that?"

Tadashi's brain, fogged with alcohol, ground to a halt. "What."

The petite woman sat back, arms folded, looking away. "Tell me why, Tadashi. You never make a move." She peered at him from the corner of her eyes. "I mean… I mean you gotta know, right?"

"…gotta know what?"

"You really don't know."

Another blank stare. Gogo scowled, slamming a fist on the table. "Tadashi Hamada, you're freaking retarded!" While a constantly simmering pot of water, she rarely boiled over unless she was truly upset. "I like you, okay! No, more than like! I've fallen for you harder than a fatty at a banana peel factory!"

She picked up her empty cup and tossed it at him, the plastic container bouncing off his forehead. "Ow! Geez!"

"I knew you'd be alone here tonight, you know! I brought this over hoping that you would say something… say anything even vaguely romantic. But no, it's always the same garbage over and over again," anguish shared anger on the young woman's face as she turned away from him, taking to unsteady feet.

Tadashi blinked. Gogo's rage was a heck of a sobering event. "Garbage?" He seemed upset, and the bewildered look on his face forced Gogo to recant. "Gogo, what are you even talking about? Give me a minute. This is a lot to absorb."

"Tadashi… I'm sorry. I know we're friends. Our friendship isn't garbage, and I didn't wanna ruin anything... it's just that… Look, I know I'm not really that girly, and I know I'm a little rough, but c'mon, Tadashi. If you don't like me that way, just say it." She was too angry to cry, but she wanted to. Her head hung as she grabbed her backpack to leave.

A firm, calloused hand grabbed her wrist. Gogo grunted, tugging with her hand. "Let go. I don't wanna hear it."

"Don't leave."

"Leggo!"

Tadashi rarely used force. He was always the even handed one, pliable and accepting. Gogo barely stifled a gasp as Tadashi wrenched her towards him, causing her to drop her backpack. Powerful arms shifted into a gentle embrace as he pulled her into a soft kiss. Her resolve immediately disintegrated and she pulled herself closer, a small whimper escaping her throat.

His hand was on her face, lifting her chin up so he could look at her. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were wide, the only thing containing shallow breaths was the fact that she was biting her lip.

There were a billion cornball things he could say. How he had always wanted her. How he had always been just a little too late. That he was terrified of wrecking something that was already special to him. That he wanted to push her over the café counter and do things to her that would cause her to leave finger impressions in the metal railing. All of those things were true, and they fought to come to the fore. The only thing that won out was an action – his thumb tenderly running across her lower lip.

Her fingers grasped him by the collar. "Kiss me again," she pled breathily, although it almost sounded like a demand. Tadashi complied, drawing her in hungrily. Gogo moaned softly, trading gentle bites on the lower lip with him. The sharp sting of each nip was dissolved away as she allowed his tongue into her mouth. It was far from invasive, instead pressing and twisting with hers with mounting desire. She shuddered lightly at the tender play before they pulled away.

Her hand pressed against his chest could feel his heart pounding. His fingers brushed strands of hair from her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. She looked up into his eyes, nervously licking her lips. "If this is just a one-time thing, I will kill you in the most painful way you can possibly imagine."

Tadashi grinned. "Then you'd better do something to make me want to keep doing this."

A challenge. Gogo's eyes flashed with that intoxicating fire, locking him in a smoldering gaze as she pulled him across the room to a corner booth. She shoved him into the seat, straddling him with a sultry grin. Her hands pressed the wall beside both his ears as she leaned forward, leering at him. "This is definitely the booze talking, but how game are you tonight?"

Tadashi didn't answer immediately. Instead, he placed his hands on her shoulders, massaging them with firm hands. Gogo let out a murmur of pleasure as she rolled her head back. His hands drew her in, drawing her neck closer. She could feel the warm heat of his breath on her collarbone, the feel of his lips trailing up her collar, to the depression of her throat. Her hands dropped to her sides as she enjoyed the sensation of his mouth, his tongue.

Gogo smelled of whiskey, motorcycle exhaust and flowers. It was a heady mix that ignited a conflagration in his skull. Any thoughts of anything else were immediately consumed by the woman on his lap who was in turn completely absorbed by his actions. Her muscles moved like liquid beneath her skin as she arched her back in response to his touch.

She was so engrossed in the sensation she didn't notice that his hands had slipped under the straps of camisole and slid them off her shoulders until she felt a soft tug where the fabric was being pulled under her arms. She raised an eyebrow, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "Very sneaky, Mr. Hamada. You looking for something?"

She withdrew, sealing passionate kisses on his jawline, enjoying his chiseled features before studying his face again. Her lips set in a lazy smile as she crossed her arms in front of herself. "Well?"

"I wanna see your ink, Gogo," Tadashi replied softly fingers tracing the outline of the dragon coil visible on her shoulder. His voice was low, dark, caressing her ears like velvet and filled with longing she had only dreamed about until now. "I always wanted to see the whole tattoo."

"Is that all?" Arms drew tighter around herself, her head tilting coquettishly. She shifted her position slightly as she straddled his lap, pushing her chest towards his face.

"You got something else under there worth seeing?"

She cuffed him on the side the head. "Ow! Hey!"

"Jerk," she muttered, but loosened her arms. Tadashi slid the fabric down to her waist, her heart gunning like a motorcycle engine as he slowly, carefully pulled her arms apart. Cool air met her skin as Tadashi looked her over. Her face flushed again as she watched his eyes trace over the elaborate blue, red and gold dragon that twisted itself along her side, across her rib cage under her right breast and over her shoulder.

"It's almost as beautiful as you are," Tadashi murmured, and she flicked a finger at his ear. "Ow!"

"Don't feed me those lame-o lines, Mr. Hamada," she teased. "You already got me to take off my shirt – now you're just wasting my time."

He laughed, pressing his head against hers. "Why'd you get it?" His boyish look caused her to bite her lip again. She opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it. Hands pushed back on his shoulders roughly, causing his back to thump against the booth.

"That's a story for next time," Gogo whispered. "Shut up and touch me."

He grinned. She gasped softly as his hands began to slide across her smooth skin, moving up her sides. Lips trembled as she glanced down at him, eyes heavy. She took a deep breath as he finally reached her breasts. They were full, firm. She was actually quite proud of them, though she'd never say so. The advantages of being curvier than the average Asian girl had definitely not been lost on her. She was especially happy that Tadashi's large hands were able to cup them.

Her nipples were small and sensitive, with aureole only slightly darker than the rest of her skin. She shuddered in delight as his surprisingly rough hands scraped over them and let out a completely uninhibited moan as she felt his mouth close over her right breast. He suckled, let his tongue flick over the tip sending electricity through her body.

Small hands slid into his hair, fingers curling with delight as she pressed her chest into his face. She couldn't help but pull slightly as his tongue trailed over hard nipples. When he bit them with his lips and nipped with his teeth, her fingers tightened to fists in his hair involuntarily. It hurt. He didn't care. Gogo was lighting up like a Christmas tree and there was something fascinating, enticing about watching the normally cool headed girl lose all control.

She pulled away eventually, straightening her back and sliding her hands inside his shirt. She had no idea when he had time to work out between school, babysitting and helping his aunt out, but the boy was well built. Her hands grazed over firm abs and broad chest as she helped him out of his shirt. Fingernails trailed across his arms as she kissed his neck, pressing her chest against his.

Tadashi's hand found the nape of her neck and squeezed. "Hey, Gogo," he whispered, his throat dry, strained with ill contained desire. "Y-you sure you wanna do this?"

Gogo placed her hands on the sides of his face as she looked into his eyes. "I have wanted to get into your pants for two years. Even if that wasn't the case, I don't start things I don't plan on finishing." She kissed his nose playfully. "Besides," she hissed into his ear, "It wouldn't be fair to little Tad." Her hand squeezed him gently, feeling how hard he was through his pants. Tadashi let out a soft groan as she slid off of his lap with a sly smile.

"Look at me," she called, the hint of a command lilting in her voice as she unbuttoned her shorts, pushing them and the camisole bunched around her waist to the ground. Tadashi watched Gogo undress silently, his eyes wide, drinking in the slow deliberate movements she was making. It was like watching a flower blossom.

He loved the graceful arc of her neck, the motion of her back and hips as she sat. The strong muscles in her thighs shifted as she pulled her leggings down, revealing the other tattoos on her body. She gave him a teasing look as she stepped towards him in her simple gray cotton panties, pressing one hand on his chest.

"There's only one rule," Gogo intoned. "I'm all yours, but you have to be all mine." The sensual tone in her voice contained a hint of vulnerability. "I'm terrible at sharing my toys," she added, "And frankly you're the only one that's good enough for me."

Tadashi placed a hand on her hip as she gazed at him expectantly. "Exclusive rights to the smartest, sexiest girl I have ever met, or terrible heartache and loneliness," he rubbed his chin as if in thought.

She reached down, pushing his thumb under the narrow part of the waistband with an arched eyebrow.

"Deal," Tadashi replied, a growl creeping into his voice as he tugged at her waist.

Gogo's eyes sparked as she kneeled. "Sucker," she teased, hands descending to the front of his pants. Fingers deftly popped the button and pushed open the zipper as she released him. The petite girl eyed him appraisingly, her fingers running along the length. He was definitely not disappointing. She encircled him with thumb and forefinger, feeling the firmness and the soft pulse of his heartbeat.

Tadashi's face flushed as Gogo's small, quick hands worked to free him from his remaining clothes. The warmth of her hand contrasted with coolness of the air, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth, tilting his head back. The lights that shone in through the cracks of his eyelids caused him to become acutely aware of where they were.

"Gogo," he urged, "We…"

Any thoughts or words he had, or had ever thought he had immediately vanished as his new girlfriend ran her tongue slowly up the base of his shaft. The wet tip of her tongue circled teasingly along the head, leaving a glistening trail and a light chill behind as the fan blew comfortable air across their rapidly heating bodies.

Gogo smiled inwardly as Tadashi let out a gasp of delight. She could feel his legs tensing and relaxing as she kissed and licked him, dragging the flat of her tongue across his undercarriage. She could feel his fingers in her hair. His hand trembled as she flicked her tongue at the tip. She enjoyed doing this in general, but with Tadashi it was special. As much aggravation as she could cause, it gave her a private thrill to watch Tadashi give himself to her and the pleasure she could provide.

"Having fun?" She didn't wait for an answer before taking him into her mouth fully, warm soft lips encircling his girth as she moved down quickly before slowly, deliberately pulling up. She could feel him throbbing, and she could taste a bit of salt as she gazed up at him, subsumed completely in the physical act of pleasing the one she had wanted for so long. She complied eagerly to his hand, pulling and suckling lower and deeper when he pressed, working the head and tip whenever he pulled. Gogo could feel his shaft thickening, growing hotter in her mouth and she closed her eyes to welcome the eventual release.

"Wait," he groaned. It was a herculean task, pulling her away from him. He could feel a pull in his loins, and he didn't want it to end yet. Slowly she drew her lips off of him, wiping away a string of saliva as she stared.

"What? You don't like it?" Gogo's insecurity burned through her hard shell for a moment, concern knitting her brow. It was only for a moment though. Tadashi stood, pushing her back towards the counter quickly. Gogo's heart jumped in her chest as strong arms lifted her onto the counter of the café. "Tadashi! Wha…"

A hand grasped the back of her neck as he tilted her to balance precariously on the counter. He kissed her, and the strength of the motion forced her compliance as his tongue sought out hers. She worked herself into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of being consumed by Tadashi's sudden burst of motion but pulled away immediately to let out a surprised cry as his fingers slid inside her panties, brushing the sensitive nub that sent fire burning through her nerves.

"You're shaved," he murmured breathlessly, index and middle fingers stroking her gently as she let out whimpering gasps. Her toes curled, and she couldn't help but spread her legs wider, her feet leaving smudges on the glass over the pastry display case as her skin began to glisten with sweat. Panting cries turned to louder moans as she felt two fingers curling up inside of her, thumb still caressing the sensitive button. She was soaking wet, the darker spot spreading on the gray fabric.

He could feel her muscles squeezing him, twitching as she shuddered, bucked and rocked. She opened her eyes to find Tadashi removing her panties before placing his mouth on her. Gogo's legs clamped down on his shoulders instinctively, crying out as he applied gentle suction, turning his fingers so that they curled down.

"That feel good?" Tadashi asked innocently, teasing as he pulled away from her for a moment. They were both sticky, sweaty from the accumulated heat. The glass counter was fogged. She was utterly lost in a haze. Tadashi was nothing more than endless waves of sensation. His warm scent. His intoxicating voice. Strong hands on her body, tongue on hers, her skin. The storm of pure pleasure wracking her frame.

She swallowed hard, head rolling back as the darts of electricity rose from his tongue. She tried to answer, but could only managed to moan at him, eyebrows furrowed as she grasped at his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Shit, Tadashi," she hissed, unable to hide her urgency. "Fuck me."

It was too much. Gogo was normally cold, sarcastic and unapproachable. Now she was naked, vulnerable. Her body glowed, full breasts heaving, her womanhood dripping wet as she begged for him, pleaded to be released from the delicious torment they had wrought on one another. He could barely restrain himself. He wanted it just as badly, to just take her for as long as he could. There was no denying the mischievous urge that came over him, however. A tongue ran over dry lips as he leaned in close, drawing her near. She could feel his heat rubbing against her, pressing lightly against her opening as his voice played quietly in her ear.

"Good girls," he murmured, "Say 'please.'"

She gasped, half out of frustration, half out of disbelief. "Tadashi…"

"Say it," hissed Tadashi, pushing against her. He was ready to break, but refused to do so without those words.

"Please," she half-sobbed. "Please fuck me."

It was sweet relief for the both of them as he slid inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him, rising up to lock into an embrace as he slowly rocked her on the counter. It was like a furnace inside her, and he could feel her shuddering around him with every stroke. Both of them let out a heaving sigh, and they laughed, some of the tension leaving their bodies.

"I can't believe you pulled that stunt, Hamada," Gogo said, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feel of his gliding into her. "You're a sadist."

"You only hurt the ones you love," he replied, his chest rising and falling. He began to pick up the pace, and Gogo's sigh of delight turned into a moan of pleasure.

"Then pardon me in advance for the claw marks you're getting on your back," was the sultry reply.

Gogo's hips quivered as he moved in and out, his pace was quickening, but it was still quite deliberate at first. She had never felt as appreciative of his methodical nature as right then, savoring the sweet eternity that stretched with every thrust. She was growing used to the way he touched her, the way the heat that he caused crawled up her spine and broke all her resolve. Her body slipped slightly, and she thrust a hand out for purchase. The sound of something knocked to the floor barely registered. All that mattered was the moment.

She couldn't take too much more, and neither could he. He could feel her tensing like a spring, back arching. She could feel him inside her, growing harder, thicker as they neared the breaking point. Fingernails dug into his back, digging into skin and leaving raw furrows. The pain was sharp. He didn't care.

"Tadashi, "her voice breathless, "Almost there."

"Yeah. Me, too," groaned the young man.

"Not safe today," she half mumbled. "Can't come inside." He moaned in response.

The heat in the café was stifling. The fans did nothing. Beads of sweat trickled down her face as she bit his lower lip. Frantically, she found purchase in his shoulder, biting down on his collarbone as she stifled a cry. She could feel it, her body reaching that critical point. It rose, hovering. She could see it in his eyes as their eyes met. For a moment in time, everything was so clear, ecstasy dissolving all uncertainy.

Then it broke loose. Her body shuddered, the final burst of energy breaking over her as she let out a completely uninhibited moan of pleasure. "Shit," she hissed, eyes fluttering open as she pushed his chest, forcing him to stop. He let out a quiet, dismayed moan, but could feel her around him, twitching and quaking as she came.

He pulled out quickly. Fumbling, she reached to touch him, her fingers touching her own slick wetness on him. Velvet fingers only had to caress him once or twice before Tadashi found his own release. It sprayed across her stomach and chest as he heaved a sigh of pleasure. Gogo did nothing to stop his leaning over on her, enjoying the weight of his body. Her hand came to rest on his chest again. She could feel a powerful hammering at his sternum. The biker lolled her head back, and grinned.

"And just think, we could have been doing this for a whole two years," teased Gogo, a relaxed grin on her face.

She felt his laugh, her fingers stroking his neck and shoulders. "I bet you get bored of this in two weeks, Gogo."

"I've been riding the same bike for five years, Tadashi. I think I can manage to ride you longer than that," teased Gogo, "Just don't be surprised when I try to tune you or upgrade you."

Carefully, he helped her off the countertop, grabbing a paper towel so she could wipe off. Warily, Gogo peered around the café. In the throes of passion, they had knocked a card stand. There were smears on the pastry case, the countertop was smudged. Clothes were everywhere and several unidentified wet spots shone under the lights at the counter and the booth.

"…we made a big mess, didn't we?"

"Help me clean up?"

"That question requires you to be wearing pants when you ask it," Gogo said, thrusting his slacks against his chest.

He smiled at her as she passed by with a neutral face to pick up her shirt, but not before she stood up on her tiptoes to nip at his left collarbone.

"Remind me to get that side so you have an even set," she said pointing to the red mark on the right side of his chest."

"Great."

"You love it, and you know it," she said with a side smile, peering at him from the corner of her eye.

Tadashi watched her pull up her leggings. "Yeah. I really do."

oo00oo

It was business as usual the next day. Classes, a pick-up game of hoops with Wasabi and Fred, lunch and more classes. Gogo had told him she didn't want to make a big deal out of it, and Tadashi agreed. After all, just because they had decided to be an item didn't mean their relationship had to change dramatically. It felt right to handle it that way. After all, it wasn't like they felt any different about one another – they just happened to know what the other was really feeling.

Tadashi pushed the door open at the café to start his after-class shift. The sound and noise of students still studying away for their finals was coupled with the smell of fresh pastries and coffee. The robotics student pulled his cap over his face with a blush as he passed the booth where last night's passion play had occurred. He and Gogo had spent hours cleaning up after between quiet talk and teasing.

He stepped around a table, and almost ran into a short brunette.

"Whoa! Aunt Cass! Sorry, didn't see you there!"

"A word, Tadashi."

Tadashi blanched.

Iron fingers grabbed the SFIT student by the ear, dragging him to the backroom. Cass's face was red. She opened her mouth, shut it, and eventually just gestured to the security monitor feed. Tadashi's face fell.

"I… I can explain."

Cass rubbed her temples. "I was young once," she began, "So I get it. I'm glad you've found a special someone, I'm glad you're with a pretty girl, and I'm very glad it's someone you've been friends with for a long time."

Tadashi steeled himself. He could see it building as she waved a hand at the monitor stuck on a freeze frame of two blurry figures passionately consummating a previously unrequited relationship on the café counter.

"It's called the 'Lucky Cat Café', not the 'Up All Night to Get Lucky Café'! This is a respectable establishment, not some sleazy hookup joint!"

Tadashi grimaced.

"Did you even use a condom!? I put machines in the bathroom you know!"

His cell phone buzzed, and he peeked into his pocket as Aunt Cass shouted something about a Love Shack.

'Sorry. My place tonight?'

Tadashi lifted his head to peer out of the backroom, across the café. Gogo was standing outside the plate glass window giving him an apologetic wave as she blew a big pink bubble.

"And one more thing, Mr. Californication!"

Tadashi hid his blush by pulling his cap down over his face.