This time, it was Aiko who had just a bit of wet hair dangling before her eyes. A few loose, wavy strings that waved in the rapidly cooling air. The saiyan brushed them aside, revealing her soulful brown eyes. Open and innocent, always so open and innocent.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"That will never happen, I can guarantee that much."</span>Tarrok whispered.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Sure, I might get used to all this one day. Like scratches at my door before I can hit the sack. But I'll never take any of this, any of you, for granted."</span><br/><br/>With that, he gave her another kiss. It was the surest gesture he knew of to show what he felt. The most clear, succinct way of expressing the level of affection they had. Tarrok was still learning, still unfamiliar but he was pretty sure about this in particular.<br/><br/>Coming up for air seemed to get harder every time. Another soft kiss touched her forehead as he stood back all the way up. His hands had slid down to hers, though, and gave them a little squeeze. By now, though, he was feeling the water go cold and skin a little rubbery.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"We should... towel off, I think. If you still want to go, that is?" </span>A small hopeful look in his eye would confirm that yes, he did. If you had to ask.