<span style="color: mediumpurple">"One of us will be right, the other wrong,"</span>she pointed out simply.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"One of us will win. There just won't be any fancy shouting or a celebration when one loses. I think a smile and a kiss is all that will need to be done."</span><br/><br/>Aiko was for sure about this. There were many times that she thought she couldn't do something. Lo and behold, she was wrong. Yet, Tarrok was never there to point out how she was wrong. He never made mention of it usually. That was one thing she adored about him. It was almost a normal to be at odds about something whether or not it was food or fighting or who would be a good parent. In the end, it didn't really matter. Both had each other's best interests at heart. Aiko wouldn't stop loving him in the morning. There was no worry to focus on it.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Though, I'm right."</span><br/><br/>She grinned against his shoulder, her lips gently placing a kiss against the rough skin. Her fingers entwined with his. Her tail had begun to wrap around his. Gentle movements for the small feline. Aiko was always going to be the submissive one. She was unsure how to take control of many things. There was just one thing she could say she was dominant over: his heart. That little secret would stay locked between them as she held onto him tightly. Almost as if she was scared he would float away. Almost as if she would wake up and not see him there.