Tarrok was fairly certain he would never get tired of her kisses. The way her soft, cushiony lower lip would catch his and squeeze. Even just lip on lip, he'd know her taste blindfolded. Her skin, her shape and her smell were all too unique together to be anyone else.<br/><br/>Gently, he slipped his arms underneath and around her. Drawing her into a snug embrace, he rolled to his side. This placed her resting on top of him. No, he wasn't going to fall on her any time soon. He also didn't want to stay on his elbows all night. Plus, Aiko was adorable like this, don't judge him.<br/><br/>The saiyan kissed Aiko, slowly stroking the back of her head. Let the warbling rumble fill the peaceful air. Watched the lights of the ship display on the far wall twinkle in her eyes. Words didn't seem to quite fit just how precious she was to him, Tarrok's vocabulary being spartan in some ways. The closest he could come was "Queen."<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Feel like a woman now?</span>" Tarrok teased.<span style="color: #0080FF">"How do you feel?"</span>