<span style="color: #0080FF">"I think being around you is building my tolerance."</span>Tarrok joked. She was an incredibly sweet feline, after all. Building up a tolerance probably wasn't hyperbole after all this time. When he'd first met her, he wouldn't have known what to do with all this sweetness.<br/><br/>She couldn't do much in his arms, so he bent a knee instead. Placed slow, firm kisses down her back. Let his hands roam across her smooth, unblemished belly. Let his skin linger on hers, listening to the beat of her heart and the air in her lungs.<br/><br/>Aiko meant the world to the jaded saiyan warrior. Knowing someone cared, thought about you day and night, was the greatest gift he'd ever been given. He just wished he could have given her the peaceful life she deserved. Peace would have been wonderful, but it wouldn't last. Tarrok had too much fighting still left in him to do.<br/><br/>Anyways, he was clean by this point. Really, he ought to step out and towel off. That would necessitate taking his hands off the hybrid, though. Surely, such a daring notion was clearly madness.