Val woke up with a jump, sensing movement next to her. She saw a familiar room around her, but could not quite place it. She looked beneath her, seeing and feeling the edge of a narrow futon beneath her. She felt a blanket around her and a warm body next to her back. She twisted around and saw Piccolo there, laying on his back. They were in the loft where he usually stayed. She figured the bed from her room must have been too wet from all the rain water last night to sleep on. She sat up gingerly so as not to wake him. Her center ached, but not like it had last night. She narrowed her eyes and smiled at the thought that came to her mind.
She slipped her hand between his legs, finding him already semi hard just in his sleep. He grunted, jumping awake as she touched him. When he did not stay her hand, she was on the move. She shoved the blanket off the two of them, shifted down, and replaced her hand with her mouth. He groaned at that, but did not stop her. It did not take long for her to finish him off.
When she pulled away, she brought herself up on her knees around him, coughing slightly. She groaned, feeling ready to go back to sleep after just that. "Is that all the revenge you had in mind?" he asked cockily.
She narrowed her eyes at him, rising up to her feet. She looked down at his cock, and then up at him. "I'll need to get something first," she preempted before turning to move.
He seized her by the hips before she could. He rose up to his knees, drawing her in close before bringing his mouth up to attack her center. She swore, not expecting the attack. He did not let up, even as she tried to twist and turn away. She pushed at his shoulders before giving in.
She sunk down and leaned herself heavily against him, panting. Her legs sunk around over his. She leaned her head down into the crook of his neck. "I will survive," she promised tiredly, hand gripping his shoulder tightly.