Tarrok grunted into the kiss, not missing a beat. Or a thrust, as the case happened to be such. Picked up a bit of strength, a bit of recklessness on his part. They were both racing fast toward a mutual finish, having lost sight of much else.<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Only when I'm actually hungry, obviously. Not my fault its so much fun. Was so much fun, on second thought. Think I could convince dad to let me have one more shot?"</span><br/><br/>Probably not, given how upset he'd been when she'd knocked over mama's flower pots. Then he'd gone over and given mom a hug, whispered something. She hadn't seen much past that point, but Daikon told her the flowers had been fixed right up over the night. Still couldn't hurt to ask about, could it?<br/><br/>Though, to be fair, she was going to get a whole lot to do soon enough. What would daddy teach her first, she wondered? How to control her energy, martial arts and fighting styles from the galaxy over or tactics he'd gotten on any number of worlds? Would she get to use the gravity chamber and get even stronger?