Gogo looks to her husband, eyebrows raised and a curious expression filled with wonder stuck on her face. He's standing on a stool staring at the large, blank wall in their living room and she can't help but wonder, what the heck is he doing? They hadn't discussed any plans for renovations, at least within the near future, and she finds his behavior somewhat odd. He continues just standing there. He doesn't move, doesn't turn around, makes no sound whatsoever.

"What are you doing, Tadashi?"

Tadashi spins around in a flustered and very uncoordinated one-eighty. In his left hand he holds a hammer and two nails dangle precariously from between his lips. His face falls. He knows he's been caught.

"I was just, ah, hanging pictures. You know, to remember all the good times."

She takes notice of him pointing down to a small stack of five pictures on the floor and the small question of where he got them from crosses her mind, but she doesn't press it. He continues, "Our wedding, first date, that random street performer who I still think had the hots for you."

Gogo snorts at the last memory. "Oh yeah. I forgot about that."

"Exactly why I want to hang these pictures… So we never forget."

If Gogo was surprised, ever, she would remember it, adding the moment to a mental list she's kept tally of; she can count on one hand the number of times Tadashi has undeniably surprised her in their three years of being together. The first time being when they shared their first kiss (she swears he initiated it). Secondly, when he got down on one knee and asked her to be his bride. Another time was when, for their anniversary, he took her out to the place of their first date, a moment she thought he'd long forgot about.

And now standing on the stool (which Gogo was vehemently against buying, saying she had him to reach the things she couldn't so why did they need one?) and putting up these pictures, he has surprised her yet again and she adds another tick to her mental list.

Gogo strides over to him and kisses his knuckle, unable to reach her true destination, his lips, and he looks down with the fondest smile. "Isn't that called a gallery wall or something?" she asks, surprised at her own recollection of a term she's probably only heard once.

"That it is," he says, removing one of the nails from between his lips. He hammers the nail into the wall with a practiced ease as if he's done it a hundred times and Gogo can't help the butterflies welling up in her stomach as they do with any blue collar job he does. Something about watching a man, her man, do any manual labor really turns her on and she wonders how she got so lucky to find a man like him. "And I figured," he continues, "We have this open wall here; why not transform the space into something cool and filled with memories?"

"That's very thoughtful, Hamada." He shoots her a look, mixed with annoyance and amusement. "What?"

"You're the one always getting on me about calling you a generic pet name and here you are, calling me by our last name. I'm your husband," he says. "I do enjoy those little terms of endearment, you know."

Gogo laughs. "Well, ok then. Keep on keepin on, snookums."

Tadashi rolls his eyes at this, unable to resist the small ghost of a smile from appearing on his face as he continues hammering the second nail into the wall. He knows Gogo tends to be a dirty fighter but two can play at that game.

He clears his throat, glancing down at her with a smirk. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"You're such a pain in the butt," she says, smiling.

"But you wouldn't have it any other way now, would you?" He leans down from his place on the stool to catch his lips with hers for a lingering kiss. She wants desperately to pull him closer, yank his collar down and take their current situation to the bedroom but he looks so cute and intent working she can't bring herself to do so. She decidedly breaks the kiss herself so he can continue his project instead, her heart tugging a bit.

"No," she breathes. "I wouldn't."

Tadashi becomes immediately aware of his wife's longing as she breaks the kiss and steps back slowly with forlorn eyes and downturned lips and all at once he has no other focus than on her. He only allows a beat to pass before he's stepped off the stool and captured her lips with his once again. He snakes his arms up the back of her shirt and her skin starts to crawl with goosebumps. He's fierce as he kisses her because this is what she wants-to have him, all of him. He strips off his grey t-shirt, breaking their kiss momentarily but rushes to taste her again, discarding her shirt haphazardly on the floor, drawing her flush against him with a driving force, because he needs her too.

The kiss is long, one leading to Gogo against a wall with Tadashi pressing himself against her, a kiss that continues on the couch needing so fervently to examine each other's bodies, a kiss that finally leads them to their bedroom, door closed, and the only sound being each other's name said as the climactic, heated engagement ends.

"That was unexpected," Gogo says, her voice heavy, yet airy and filled with euphoria all the same. She pulls herself closer against Tadashi, who wraps his arm around her lithe frame as he feels her draw closer. She shivers at his cool skin against her own.

He pecks her forehead. "That it was. I have absolutely no complaints about the unexpectedness though."

"Me neither, Snookums," she teases.

Tadashi lifts himself up from the bed, propped up on his elbows to glance down at her, with tousled hair and half-lidded eyes. "You are never gonna let that go, are you?"

She smiles. "Never."

Phew. So that got steamy real quick and in a hurry haha. I normally don't write stuff like that but I had the idea and it needed written lol

I think I plan to make this into an anthology of one-shots between the Tadashi and Gogo so if you have any suggestions, please review and let me know :)

Have a great day everyone and thank you for reading 3

-SF15