Or maybe he was completely wrong on that assumption. That breathy voice was content beyond what he'd imagined. Her hands on his neck bid him stay. That smile could have probably lit up the room itself, if the overheads were out.<br/><br/>Hell with it, if their was anyone he'd want to spend his twilight years with, it was Aiko.<br/><br/>Tarrok continued a moment, his body hanging in wonderful equilibrium. Then one little kiss tipped him over the edge. His climax came hard, paying him back for holding back so long. For a long moment, his brain drew a total blank, unable to fit in any thoughts beyond ecstasy. Warmth rushed inside Aiko, like a dam had suddenly broken. In the slowed perception of his in-the-now, presently occupied mind it seemed to go on forever.<br/><br/>All good things must come to an end, though. The saiyan moaned her name as he felt himself come down. It felt like he'd been drained, empty of air and lips dry. Strength wavered and his breath heaved, his only motion for a moment being beads of sweat.<br/><br/>Tarrok brushed her cheek and gave her a small, tender kiss on the lips. If he was going to do anything in his life right, just one thing, he wanted it to be this one.