<span style="color: #0080FF">"Aiko, if I didn't want to do this, we wouldn't be laying in bed naked."</span>Tarrok pointed out. "<span style="color: #0080FF">If I don't feel in the mood at some point, I'll let you know. Until that time, you can safely assume I'd be happy to sleep with you as often as possible. You mean a lot, even if I get all scowly sometimes."</span><br/><br/>Just to drive the point home, he gave her a gentle squeeze. Pecked her lips with his, a small and affectionate thing. Let one hand rest just below the neck, and another at her waist. The sort of hold that told someone they were loved, and deeply.<br/><br/>Tarrok waited a moment, to let her relax into it. Then he let his hand slip down to her petite behind. It was still the cutest butt he'd seen, and he was going to pay it proper attention. Ignoring a keister of that adorability was a crime, truly.<br/><br/>By now, he felt his body temperature normalizing. They weren't all hot and sweaty anymore at this point. Typically, the cabin was kept at a cool temperature, easily livable for the saiyan. Right now, though, he had a guest and a thin skinned one at that. Reaching over to the side, he pulled over the sheets and drew them at waist height.