<span style="color: #0080FF">"I think you might need a few more hours of work before you could say you broke me."</span>Tarrok snarked. Saiyans lived in their physical prime much longer than any other humanoid, barring those who conveniently didn't age past a certain point. And what a prime it was, especially with the typical physical work they did. Five minutes and he'd be ready again, Aiko willing.<br/><br/>The saiyan was all too glad to indulge in the felines cuddling. Arms of steel hard muscle went to her back, gently brought her close against his chest and held snugly. Just enough to support the dainty hybrid in place, and no more. Too precious, too sweet to ever detain or punish.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"At this rate, we might need a week to get this out of our systems. And a mop, just to be on the safe side of things."</span>He joked. Kissed her gently, just to feel her lips on his again. Maybe it wasn't entirely exaggeration, that joke.<br/><br/>Rubbed the back of her head, scratching at the base of her ears. Gently caressed her shoulder, her back between the shoulder blades. It was reassuring, to know she was no fever dream. Smiled back at her, a small smile that might disappear if she blinked.