<span style="color: #0080FF">"That sounds like a good idea."</span>Tarrok replied. The saiyan kissed back, soft and unhurried. Aiko wasn't the only one who could lose a few hours playing tonsil hockey. Her kisses were so earnest, so sincere and loving that he couldn't help but desire more.<br/><br/>Not that he'd say that out loud any time soon.<br/><br/>They had plenty of time left in the day, though. Plenty of room for whatever they decided to go about. That was a bit open ended, though, and he had no idea what to do with that. Tarrok had never been this close, this smitten, with anyone ever before.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Honestly I was kinda winging it at this point. Never been stuck on someone like this in my life." </span>Tarrok admitted. His big, meaty hand held hers, dwarfing it twice over.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Not until you wormed your way in, anyways."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"So, that in mind, what do you want to do?" </span>Tarrok asked. The saiyan wasn't going to be picky, not tonight. Being with Aiko was its own reward, right now. More than anything else, he just wanted to make her happy.