<span style="color: #0080FF">"Okay, okay, have it your way you big baby. Just stop wiggling so I can find the center of this knot."</span>Tarrok grinned. He typically was very generous with his favorite crew mate. Unless they were on the subject of catnip, of course.<br/><br/>They still hadn't gotten that bulkhead repaired after all this time.<br/><br/>Tarrok's meaty fingers were far from clumsy at all. He might not have been as surgically precise as some, of course, but fighting well demanded more tact than many people gave credit for. Most of the time was trying to maneuver his fingers to the core of the knots binding Aiko. Then all he had to do was open up the knot, loosening the fabric. Yanking the sheets away, and back onto the bed, was practically an afterthought.<br/><br/>Now she was free to do as her whimsical feline heart desired. Or whatever Tarrok desired, depending on the mood. He wasn't currently erotically minded, though. Cool down periods aside, right now he was more smitten with his lover romantically than anything. The saiyan pulled her close, pecking at her forehead affectionately.<br/><br/>Tarrok loved his kitty.