Being in his arms was like being truly at home. Aiko wasn't a heavy being. She was rather small and light which sometimes made her feel as if she was fragile, frail. Either way, her arms found their way around Tarrok's neck. Her lips found his. She could have gotten lost in that kiss, her breath stolen. Her tail twitched around behind her as she fought her self frustrations with feeling quite content. Her heart clearly belonged to him. Nothing, not even her own doubts, would stop her from being his.<br/><br/>Though, she did need to breathe eventually. That was short lived when he spoke. Her eyes looked straight into his as he did so, the air in her lungs being held until he finished. She slowly exhaled with a smile. Her lips gently pecked his. Aiko was overall happy as her black ears perked up with the light in her brown orbs.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Then would it be normal for one to find you very attractive and almost difficult to not touch in your clothing?"</span><br/><br/>No fear. Just a feirce determined look and tone with a very playful look in her eye. Aiko needed her reassurance every now and then. His words always sated her doubts and fears. His own playfulness sometimes overtook her, making Aiko far more brave than a tiny half feline should be. The best things came in small packages. Her love for him would be no different in this body or another.