Tarrok couldn't but help a small smile. As much as she was satisfied to follow his lead and find happiness in that, it always warmed his heart when he could do something for her. Even when it was something small like that time he brought the flowers back. No idea what they were, but she'd spent the entire day just sniffing them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Only one that matters."</span>Tarrok insisted.<br/><br/>So he drew his arms tight around her. Let his fingers dance on her fine shoulder blades. He wouldn't mind doing this again, when they both recovered. They had all the ship to themselves, after all, and more than enough reason to be alive at the end of a day.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I'm still yours for the rest of the day." </span>He reminded her. Even if she had no more carnal desires, that didn't mean his job was over. Far from it, in fact. They had something more than amazing sex, something that turned what could have been a shallow steam blower into a bout of true passion.  Though what that meant was in her court. The saiyans experience with affection was, obviously, immediately recent.<br/><br/>He ran his fingers down her silky smooth back. Let his palms glide across the plains of her hips. Cuddling seemed like a good option for the immediate moment, though. If she was cold, he could snatch the covers from the far side of the bed.