<span style="color: #0040FF">"As you wish."</span>Tarrok whispered back.<br/><br/>Aiko felt so utterly spent, it was a surprise she wanted to go on. Sure, he had no problem at all with that. He hadn't yet reached his own climax, and as greedy as it was, he couldn't help but hope. That small smile, the flush on her cheeks all but confirmed her desire. They were finally bringing all this to light, after so long, and neither of them wanted to let go.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"I think you deserve better than the couch, though."</span>Tarrok said.<span style="color: #0040FF">"Lets take this someplace ours."</span><br/><br/>With great care, he sat them both up. Slipped his arms beneath her and held her bridal style. Then he stood up, and began walking to the corridor leading to the captains cabin. It was the one place they could truly call their own, regardless of who else or lack  thereof. They'd shared it together every night since the first, and he didn't see why that couldn't continue.<br/><br/>Gently, he laid her down on the sheets, let her sink a moment into the bed. Even breathless, Aiko was absolutely stunning to him. A flushed and grateful goddess, endless mirth in her eyes. He let himself sink down with her carefully, unable to look away from her vivid eyes.<br/><br/>Tarrok began again by touching her. While he knew she didn't need warming up again, he found her skin too perfect to ignore. Dipping his head in, he kissed at the pit of her throat. Once, then again at the fine skin. The brief moments between the couch and cabin had let him soften a degree, though. While his hands worshipped her body, he set his member atop her entrance. Back and forth he eased himself, teasing her folds. Rousing himself to full stiffness.