Aiko darted off to where her clothing was. A few minutes later, she went into the showers holding one of her normal silken dresses. She placed it down quickly before stripping. Her head lightly brushed against Tarrok's back as she made her way into the shower with him. There was a small purr before she slipped around him to get some water in that black hair.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"I'm fine with whatever you want to do,"</span>she replied simply. Aiko really didn't care as long as it meant she was with him, the love of her life.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"What do you want me to grab for snacks? Or should I just prepare something really quick for like a second dinner?"</span><br/><br/>Soap in hair, she began to lather it, her eyes looking up towards his face. Those brown, loving eyes always found comfort looking into his. Aiko couldn't help but to smile again. Though, she would have to look away to get the soap out of her hair. Her head lightly brushed against his chest as she took some water to rinse out her hair. It was quite possible that he would never get another peaceful shower again.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Tarrok?"</span>Her voice was quiet.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"I know you won't say it, but..."</span>Aiko just shook her head, smiling wide.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Never mind! I don't know what I'm thinking. Lost my train of thought!"</span>she exclaimed, giggling a bit as her ears shifted up after she moved from the water.<br/><br/>Those eyes traced the outline of his body, watching how the water ran down his skin. It was certain one of the most desirable aspects of the Saiyan that Aiko had ever seen. No one would mean nearly as much as he did. He was hers and no one would take that away from her.