<span style="color: #0080FF">"I am a monkey, in case you hadn't noticed."</span>Tarrok retorted. The saiyan held her tight, his arms cradled around her like she was a jewel he'd found lying somewhere. Probably could say that was kind of accurate, if you were good at extending metaphors. Tarrok wasn't a poet, even if Aiko could get him to be a bit wordy.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Now what was that about me rubbing you raw? Because that wasn't worded like a complaint."</span>Tarrok teased back. The hybrid wasn't wrong about not keeping his hands off her. Even when he wasn't really thinking about it, it kinda just happened.<br/><br/>To think that when this began he'd entertained the notion of attempting to be aloof still. That hadn't lived for too long before being just squashed. Probably around the point he carried her to the bed in the cabin. Either way, neither of them would have been fooled by the act anymore.<br/><br/>Leaning in a bit, he kissed whatever he could get to. Aiko's slender shoulders, her delicate neck, the top of her head. It wasn't even properly erotic, he just wanted to be with her. To immerse himself in all her little features, her smells, her everything. Right now, this woman was his world.