Frieza let out an annoyed murmur as he lay down near you. He’d undoubtedly had a stressed day, one that led his disgust with physical touch more evident than others. He only touched you when he was extremely cold, or in season. Though the latter only happened ever century or so, but the former tended to happen around every other night. You were startled out of your sleep by a tail coiling around your thigh and a small kiss beating placed on your cheek, leaving a smudge of black lipstick before he quickly moved away. He only left his tail coiled around your thigh to give you your daily dose of affection.