Tarrok had long since gotten so used to Aiko's presence in his life. First, she'd been a constant, then a fixture. Now, it was pretty much a given that she'd be a permanent part of his life. She meant so much to him, he couldn't live apart from the feline.<br/><br/>Not happily, anyways.<br/><br/>Every little incision she made drove him on, more vigorous than ever. It was actually at the point he didn't want to go harder. Aiko wasn't weak anymore, not by any means. Yet she meant so much to him, and he never wanted to hurt her.<br/><br/>Everything about her felt so very right, though. Her weight in his hands, enough to carry. The taste of her on his lips, the way they meshed with his. How every motion he made drew out such sweet sounds, such sighs and moans.<br/><br/>Either way, Tarrok could feel the end of this round approaching. It was in her quickening moans, the tremble in her body. The heat building in his chest, burning his ears. The saiyan drew her close and entered those final, rapid thrusts that would tip them both over the edge.