His relationship with Aiko had been a learning experience. When he'd first let her aboard the ship, he was fairly certain she'd have rotted in place if he hadn't given her some direction. Watching her pick up nuances of personhood, like full sentences, had been satisfying. Never would he have thought she had this kind of potential, though.<br/><br/>That was most definitely not a complaint, far from it. Being headstrong, violent, forceful, daring and so on were all very attractive traits to saiyans, and Tarrok was no exception. Her dragging claws alone almost brought him to full readiness. Eager hands had long since taken to caress her slender body. A low, thrilled growl rose from the depths of his throat at her touch.<br/><br/>Reflexively, his hips drove against hers in retaliation. Rubbing against her own groin, frustrated by the little bit of cloth in the way. What she wanted was clear enough, though, to him. Without bothering to pull off the thing just yet, he slid his hand down over her bottom. Easing two finger tips to her folds, he began testing and pushing at her entrance.<br/><br/>Despite her newfound hunger, they were approaching this time fresh. Rushing like his instincts demanded would have been less satisfying for the feline humanoid. Didn't want to bore her by holding back, though. Also didn't want to break her focus, she was very much enjoying taking in everything for the moment. Also fairly certain neither of them had the patience for dirty talk.<br/><br/>Aiko had gone to the trouble of removing her bra, though. With his free hand, he decided to give her some attention. His palm at her side, just under the pit of her arm gave his thumb just enough range. If he were any smaller, more to her proportions, that might not have been practical. As it was, he could gently play with and excite her as she did the same to him.