Forever was one of those big, hard to understand words. Most people thought forever was thirty minutes, a month, maybe two. Too often it was short hand for anything that wasn't in the immediate moment. Somehow, when Aiko said forever, he knew she meant forever.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"You know I'll never turn you away, Aiko."</span>Tarrok whispered.<br/><br/>Gently, he took hold of her hips and guided her to his lap. Pulled her in, onto the couch rather than let her hang on the edge of the seat. When he was certain she was comfortable and secure, he began exploring her body. He'd never done anything more than innocent kisses with her before now. Beyond scratches between the ears, he didn't really know what she liked.<br/><br/>Erogenous zones were universal across a species, and Aiko looked very much like a human. Every woman had personal tastes, though. Tarrok let his hands move slowly, gently caressing her body with the open palms of both hands. She felt so small by comparison, almost enough that he could cup her in both hands. Her skin felt as smooth and flawless as the silks she loved to wear. By contrast, his skin must have been a nightmare. A lifetime of fighting had left his hands a landscape of calloused flesh in between spans of rougher grain. Small, pale marks flickered across his body as proof of injuries sustained and survived.<br/><br/>Oh but she was adorable. Plus, he could add a little more to this. He wanted to show her more, to give what praise would suffice. He leaned into her neck and planted a firm kiss. Right below the jaw bone, where the muscle led up to the ear where the skin was thinner.