Aiko's eyes closed for the pat. She would always just pause for however long that amazing spot on her head was touched, rubbed or scratched. It didn't last, but that was okay. What was happening at that moment was far more important then how amazing ear scratches felt. Though, ear scratches were just amazing. Like, Aiko would probably shrivel up and die without them. They were a necessity, a need. That was neither here nor there, though.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"I do miss the way mice squish under my claws. Maybe we should make an infestation,"</span>teased Aiko. She was teasing for the most part. It wouldn't be a shock though if she meant that for real. Either way, a blush made its way across her pale features.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"I feel as if I could do more. I don't feel like I do enough. Does cooking and cleaning ever really help with the day to day payments for docking and fueling and water treatment?"</span><br/><br/>Aiko wasn't really one to worry too much about the monetary values of the Lady. It wasn't as if she had a hand in Tarrok's money or the money Rhoam chipped in to help out with the fees. She just did the grocery shopping. Using as little money as possible was her goal.<br/><br/>Her hand immediately went to a grape when Tarrok set them out. She gave the Saiyan a smile before scooting closer to him. Sitting on her knees, Aiko pushed herself up to grasp his lips with her own. Eyes tightly shut, she gave him gentle kisses over and over and over, not wanting to come up for air. All things had to end eventually and oxygen was one of those important things.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Will you still love me in the morning?"</span>her quiet voice asked, eyes still closed as her forehead rested against his. Both of her gentle hands moved to jawline. They moved slowly, gracefully, against his rough skin as if not wanting to miss a second of how he felt.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"I want to get lost. Right here. With you."</span>