His release didn't catch her off guard. If anything, it helped her to be able to calm down from her own. The intense feeling had faded away slowly. Aiko released Tarrok's skin from her teeth. Her head dropped down, resting just under his chin as she breathed in hard. Her hand still remained over his heart while the other shifted and eventually dropped down to her side. She sucked in air all the while listening to the hard beat of his heart.<br/><br/>A smile managed to move across the feline's face. Her lips gently kissed the spot where his chest narrowed into his neck. A content sigh slipped from her lips.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"I love you,"</span>she whispered, her words filled with so much love.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Very much."</span><br/><br/>Eventually, Aiko shifted, her eyes opening to look into her lover's face. They quickly drifted to the Saiyan's shoulder where she sank her fangs. There were no more words as she shifted a bit. Gently, almost as if she would hurt him by doing so, Aiko began to clean the wounds with her rough tongue. Kisses sporadically peppered the area until she settled with light, gentle kisses. Her eyes closed once more. The content she felt at this very moment could never be ruined, never be stolen. This little being, barely more than frail and seemingly fragile, had found peace in the arms of someone no one would ever believe could do so, even himself.