Just being together sounded perfect right now. Come to think, neither of them had anything right now. That last job had gone exceptionally well, they could cruise off that for months alone. What did normal people call it, a weekend?<br/><br/>Tarrok was roughly familiar with the concept. Never really had any interest in it before, though. Every waking moment could be put to practical use, he'd thought. Ever increasing training and conditioning, finding work, doing the work or going through the necessary preparations for those. Saiyan culture didn't promote much outside of battle besides preparing for the next one. For the longest time, he'd given up on having a future with much more substance than going from one battle to another.<br/><br/>One lazy afternoon, or two, with Aiko wasn't going to kill anyone he cared about.<br/><br/>Even after all that, though, she was still a little bashful. The chuckle was out of him before he thought about stopping it. Strong arms pulled Aiko's slim body up closer, just an inch. Just enough for him to kiss her back again, to physically adore her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"As many times as you want to ask me."</span>Tarrok answered. Maybe, back outside, he might still act the grump. Scowl and fold his arms just like always. Right now, in here, it was just the two of them.