chapter word count: 539

noir heart: sixty-two

Gogo is in that kind of mood where Tadashi knows it's in his best interests to shut up, agree with everything she says and not get in her way. She's in the kind of seething temper where there's only one way she can relieve the stress - with their day now free thanks to being re-assigned, she's got plenty of time to do it as well.

Hence the speed-limit-breaking motorcycle ride to her apartment.

"Stupid, arrogant, selfish-" she angrily mutters to herself as she practically shoves the key into her apartment door, unlocks it and kicks it open. There's a flash of fear in Tadashi's gut - he hasn't written his last will and testament.

Following her into the hallway, his eyes take in the dark purple walls with growing curiosity. "Hey," he says offhandedly as he closes the door behind him, "how come I've never been in your apartment before-"

"Shut up, Tadashi!" Gogo snaps, in the process of slipping out of her denim pants on the way to the bedroom, revealing black French briefs. His favourite.

"Shutting up." he grimaces, but still takes the time to notice his surroundings whilst Gogo still angrily mutters out loud. Walking into the living room, he quickly glances at her receding figure and promptly feels his heartbeat race while his pants tighten - the shirt has come off so she's only clad in her matching bra and briefs, and she's unclasping the former. She is a goddess to him, but whether it's the goddess of war or passion, he's not quite sure. Maybe both. All he knows is that he'd better follow the trail of clothes to the bedroom.

As he walks, his eyes trace over the pictures on the living room wall; some are of the Tour de France, others of famous motorcyclists like Valentino Rossi and Jenny Tinmouth, and there's a rather awesome commission of her motto in purple lettering on a black background - "stop whining, woman up!"

The bra hits the floor next with a soft clatter, and his pants become painful when he involuntarily pictures her bare chest above his head. "Of all the backstabbing, bureaucratic, crappy things to pull, it's that-" she continues to rant as she enters the bedroom out of his sight. Tadashi's steps quicken - the longer Gogo waits, the more frustrated she gets, the more bruises he suffers. Heading to the bedroom door, he notices a shelf just to its left upon which a gold roller-skating trophy resides. "Roller Derby winner of twenty-eleven…" he quickly reads the plaque out loud as he comes to a stop outside of her room. "Hey, I didn't know you were-hyuuuk!"

The next thing he feels is Gogo yanking him into the bedroom by his shirt, and before he knows it and with zero preamble, he's naked on her bed, while she furiously rides him, biting into his shoulder while breathless moans escape her throat. With how pissed off she is, there's every chance he'll be dead by morning.

Oh well, there's worse ways to go, and angry sex isn't one of them.

been itching to put this one up. I don't know why. Perhaps its the hint of Tomadashi smut. Love Gogo, she's my top BH6 character.

special thanks to: rainbowcolorw0w, hornedgoddess, stefalove, doomstone, jpbake, silverrain0 (doge!) and oninoko for the reviews!