His lips, each kiss, stole her breath away. Her heart could stop in an instant. She would be perfectly content with any moment as long as it was his gentle "I love you" taking her life away. When his lips left hers, she slowly began to breathe again. It was almost like a restart every time. This would never get old. His gentle words echoed through her mind as he placed a second kiss upon her wet forehead. A smile soon formed without any hesitation. Brown eyes looked into his face, warm and inviting.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"I really would like to go, yes,"</span>she replied quietly.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"I guess we should dry off and get dressed then."</span><br/><br/>Aiko hated to, but she slipped from his gentle grasp to grab a towel. Wrapping it around her small frame, she continued to give the Saiyan loving glances as she removed the moisture from her body. Slipping into her clothes was rather simple and quick. The silks gently hugged to her soft skin. Aiko decided it best to leave her black hair down. She took a brush to it instead, drying it out the best she could while doing so. The lingering scent of flowers followed her as she walked. She never strayed too far from Tarrok. It was almost a need to be close to him. It was painful when she could not be.