His honesty, his sincerity, it really touched the feline. She smiled as her eyes looked into his. Her lips met his again for a few seconds. He had no idea how much hearing the truth meant to her. Despite not agreeing with him, Aiko understood his fears. How did she know what it was like to be a parent? She was created. There wasn't much experience in that area. She just trusted him so much that didn't matter what their pasts were. Aiko was sure that Tarrok would never be like his parents. He already proved different from his race by loving her just as much as she loved him. Wasn't that different enough?<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"While I could argue with you,"</span>she started off.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"You've already proven to me that you are nothing like your people. From what you have told me, Saiyans love nothing but fighting and violence and bloodshed."</span>She shivered at his gentle touch, her eyes half lidded as she spoke on.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"You love me without any bounds, right? I have no doubt in my mind you'd be an amazing father."</span><br/><br/>She felt herself lean forward into him again. Her lips couldn't stay away from his. Her body moved closer as her hands slipped down to his jawline. Strong, stready, powerful. Aiko felt so safe in his arms. When she broke away from the taste of his lips, her head dropped down to his shoulder. She looked out at the rocky land. One of her hands began to seek his.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Being here with you sounds like the most amazing way to be."</span>