Tarrok reached back, fumbling for the door lock. Fingers stumbled on it, tangled on it for a second. Clicked shut, the bolt sliding solidly into place. Unless something came up, they weren't being interrupted.<br/><br/>The saiyan reached down, slipping his hands under Aiko's shirt and coming up her bare back. Kissed at her neck, finding her favorite spots without needing to look. They knew each other too well, too closely, for anything less. Every wonderful inch of her skin was familiar and beloved.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Sage clamped her hands tight against her ears. At least one good thing was that her more humanoid ears were easier to protect. Curled her body up and on its side. Tried to get away from Daikon's reach, really wasn't thinking far ahead.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"I'll call mom if you keep this up!"</span>Sage warned. It was no bluff on her part. Escalation be damned, she didn't want that in her ear. It was quickly becoming her most favorable option.