Her lips, her tongue, they clashed against his own. Aiko wasn't about to stop. Honestly, she didn't want to ever stop kissing him. He looked rugged, strong, aggressive. Yet, those lips, his kisses, it all showed that there was much more to him than appearance. Most looked at her and saw a dainty, frail thing. Little would they know that she could take anything anyone dished out at her, just to give it back.<br/><br/>Her heart was no different. She was scared at first to give it to the Saiyan. It was his eyes and gentleness that helped prove he was every bit worth it. So, her lips continued to press against his, tongues battling here or there between the passion. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted her up.<br/><br/>Small moans slipped between each kiss as he began to move again. This new position had to be her favorite thus far. Aiko kept her lips against his no matter what. It was what little she could do. His hand at her tail had her pretty much stationary. She wasn't quite sure what he was trying to do, but it felt almost as good as getting her ears scratched. Almost. Her tail flicked behind her, clearly not really sure what to do outside of it feeling good.<br/><br/>It was slightly distracting from her focus on him though. Aiko brought a hand down to his neck, her fingers gently rubbing against his skin.