Yeah, I know. It's been awhile! I reckon if I take much longer to update anything, the scenario that I discussed with Ana earlier of being kidnapped by all my betas and chained to her desk like a North Korean animator might actually come true. So I hurried to update something… I wouldn't want them taking my Marlboros and refusing me hot pockets in the event that they actually kidnap me and force me into fanfiction writing slavery. :D

Piccolo woke first and started when he opened his eyes to a strange room and the even stranger sensation of something soft and warm lying against his chest and an arm around his waist. Then he remembered the night before and sighed in contentment as his eyes fluttered shut once more and he just enjoyed the moment of holding the woman he'd been inexplicably attracted to.

Mako woke some time later, making a happy noise as she felt a set of claws scraping lightly over her scalp as they repeatedly ran through her hair and trailed down her shoulder and back and up again to start all over. "That feels so nice," she yawned, her own hand making soft little patterns over his chest and abs. "Good morning, love."

"Yes, it is a good morning," he agreed. Piccolo rumbled a little in a mixture of surprise and pleasure when her hand trailed southward and brushed over him. He was already aroused; he'd been thinking about the night before while he'd laid there awake, and he couldn't help but respond in kind to the memory of her moaning softly and arching into him for more.

"Would you like to make it a great morning?" Makoto chuckled sleepily.

Piccolo responded by rolling on top of her and kissed her slowly, his hands trailing over her nipples before drifting down to stroke her carefully. "Wet means you're ready, yes?"

"Yes," she confirmed, her voice coming out as a throaty purr as she hooked her legs around his waist and used them to jerk him tightly to her. "Very ready for you, green bean. Ready and waiting."

"You don't need me to—" He was cut off by his own groan as she used her legs and superior bedroom skill to position him and lift her hips, taking him in one slow motion. "Guess not," he choked.

"Want you now, Piccolo," she purred seductively, rocking upwards in a steady rhythm, making love to him from below.

"Mmm… then you'll have me," he replied hoarsely as he gripped her hips and took over, thrusting into her roughly. "Hurting you?" He grunted, trying not to yell at the waves of pleasure roaring through him with every movement of their bodies.

"Not at all." Mako whimpered and clutched at him as he drove into her harder, her hips leaving the bed as she arched and stiffened, tightening around him. "Oh God…"

Piccolo silenced her with a kiss, growling with pleasure as she tightened and moaned into his mouth, relishing the sensation of her nails digging into his back and the sweet, slick warmth surrounding him and sending little waves of ecstasy through his body. "Feels so good, Koto… don't want it to end," he rumbled against her lips before kissing her yet again.

"Then don't stop," she teased as she broke away and began to lay kisses up and down his neck, occasionally nibbling at his ear, purring happily every time he softly groaned her name with utter pleasure. Mako focused on using every ounce of skill she possessed to make him come quickly, denying herself her own in exchange for the satisfaction of being able to concentrate and make him shudder with ecstasy as he erupted inside of her. "Heh… is it a great morning for you yet?"

"Would have been better if you'd come just as hard," he replied, a little annoyed that he hadn't heard her crying out in rapture over and over as she had the night before.

"But I came once," she giggled, yanking him down to her for a long, slow kiss. She giggled again when she pulled away and saw the blatant annoyance on his face. "What?"

"I liked it last night when you came a lot. And it feels good when you get tight."

The put-out look in his eyes turned her chuckles into a soft, sweet smile. "You don't think it's unfair of me to enjoy you dozens of times for you to only get off once?"

"Let me guess. The douchebag," Piccolo growled. The blush on her cheeks and the way she suddenly wouldn't meet his gaze was all the answer he needed and he gave her one hard thrust as he bent down and nipped at her ear. "I'm not him at all, Koto." He was already hard again at the thought of making her scream and moved once more, relishing the way her lids fluttered shut and she moaned his name. "Much better. Now, I want you to come until you're fully satisfied with me. Understand?"

"Piccolo?"

He'd started moving again but stopped when her lower lip trembled. "Koto? What's wrong?"

"I… I know it's too soon, but… I think I'm… you know…" Makoto licked her lips and rested her head against his shoulder, her arms wrapping around him tightly. "I think I'm falling in love with you," she managed in a choked voice. "Please don't be mad at me," she added quickly, her words growing strangled as she tried not to cry. He was silent for a long while and she knew without a doubt that he was trying not to yell at her… either that or he was so stunned that he didn't know what to say or think. "Please say something, Piccolo."

The feel of her tears against his chest made him sigh and kiss the top of her head; damn it, the asshole that had had her innocence had really done a little number on her confidence and self-esteem, hadn't he? Well, given time, maybe he could fix that, even though he knew next to nothing about women. "Koto."

She finally dared to meet his eyes and wasn't sure what to think when he cupped her face and kissed her tenderly. "Piccolo…?"

"Come for me," he whispered, thrusting into her once more, surprised at how his body was acting off the gentle feelings he was beginning to have towards this beautiful human woman. The motions of his hips were slow and careful, his hands and mouth caressing her just as gently while he listened to her soft moans of pleasure and the words of love that were occasionally leaving her lips as she moved in time with him and gripped his shoulders.

Piccolo came again with a loud groan after only a few minutes of that treatment but kept going, not nearly satisfied with the fact that she'd still only come twice in total. "Come for me again, Koto," he breathed in her ear as he slipped his hand between them to carefully rub her clit, extremely mindful of the claw on his thumb.

"Harder," she whimpered, lifting her hips and using her legs to pull him to her forcefully.

Piccolo quickly regained control and shook his head. "No, Koto."

"But…" She locked her green eyes with his dark gaze and simply couldn't break away at the sight of how stormy his eyes were with desire, her question dying on her lips.

"Because you said that word," he replied, a tremble of nervousness to his voice. He couldn't repeat it—maybe he'd be able to work up to it eventually—but he could at least show her how deeply he'd already started to care for her. And mating with her gently was the only thing he could think of to do that.

Makoto understood without hearing the words. "I love you, Piccolo," she breathed as she pulled his mouth down to hers and relaxed beneath him, submitting so that he could show her with his body what he felt for her.

While she couldn't be sure and couldn't even think coherently while he was making love to her and stroking her clit simultaneously, Mako had a fair idea that Piccolo returned her feelings for him, even if he couldn't put it into words just yet. And that was fine with her; the way he was showing it was definitely far better than any words that he could ever give her.

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"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Mako turned from the countertop where she was making cookie dough and gave him a stunning smile. "Of course not, honey. I'm fine. You're ok, right?" She added with a sexy little smirk. "I know my nails went down your back pretty hard during that fourth round."

Piccolo blushed at that and mumbled something she didn't hear.

"What, honey?"

"I said… I liked it," he replied a little louder, growing bright purple. "That's… it's normal, right?"

Mako giggled and nodded before stepping forward and pulling him down to her by his chin for a kiss. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying our time together, green bean. You did enjoy it, right?" She asked softly, suddenly a little self-concious.

Piccolo quickly nodded his affirmation; there wasn't a damned doubt that he'd enjoyed every moment in her bed! "Would you… um… would you like to…?"

"Do it again?" Mako guessed, her own hue beginning to match his darkening purple cheeks. "Yes, very much… I meant what I said, Piccolo. I care for you an awful lot," she added solemnly. Normally, a man would answer her back, but her handsome alien warrior just gazed at her thoughtfully, the back of his hand brushing down her cheek. And then he kissed her chastely and nodded once before heading for the door. "Oh… you're leaving?" She asked, unable to keep a hint of worry from her voice. Had the reminder that she was falling for him scared him off? But if it had, why had he made love to her six more times after she'd said it?

"I'll be back," he assured her. "Stay inside and keep the doors locked in case of another attack. I'm going to scope out the area… and get your damned mail," he added with a little huff.

Giggling uncontrollably at that, Mako nodded and locked up behind him once she made sure he had the copy of the key she'd given him, and went right back to making her cookie dough. She was popping it in the oven, though, when someone suddenly grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth roughly, jerking her down to the floor.

Thank God that she knew how to deal with this sort of thing, or she would have been a writhing, struggling mess, and she also would have been easily overpowered. Instead, she relaxed, and when the man behind her did as well in reaction, Mako grabbed his forearms and easily flipped him over her head, yelling loudly as she pounced on him and began punching him in the face as hard as she could. "Try and break into my apartment, huh!?" She shouted as she kneed him in the groin. "Well, you picked the wrong lady to fuck with, asshole!"

Mako was still swinging when a pair of strong arms yanked her off of the barely-concious Yakuza, but she went limp the moment she looked down to see green arms wrapped around her waist. Those same arms sat her down just as her attacker tried to sit up, and Piccolo was on top of him in a minute, his claws digging viciously into the man's shoulder. "How did you get in!?" He snapped out roughly.

"W—window," the man rasped out, pointing towards the bedroom.

At that, Piccolo's eyes glittered evilly and he picked the man up by his throat, went right to the large open window, and threw him out and into the air as far as he could, knowing that the impact would kill the little bastard whenever he finally landed.

"Are you hurt?" Piccolo asked worriedly as he immediately returned to Makoto's side and began checking her over for injuries.

"Just sore from where he threw me down," she said, her voice a tad shaky. "I'm alright, Piccolo," she added when he only continued to inspect every inch of her not covered by clothing. "Are you?"

"I'm fine," he snorted. The Namek stopped when he spotted the blood all over her hands and shivered at the sight; gods, that could have been her blood and not the gang member's. "I shouldn't have left you alone, Koto."

"And I shouldn't have left that window unlocked when I aired out the room last time," she countered. "It's not your fault, and I'm just fine, green bean. Really, I am."

Piccolo only took her word for it when he washed her hands off in the sink and didn't even find her knuckles split, and he finally kissed her in utter relief, melting at the sound of her sighing his name and pressing against him. After seven times this morning, she couldn't possibly want…? Could she…? The sensation of her tongue grazing his lower lip answered that question for him, and Piccolo simply couldn't help himself when he began to chuckle. She was distracting him from being mad! Hm… what a clever way of doing it, too! "I didn't check beneath your clothes," he rumbled a little playfully.

Giggling, Mako bit down lightly on his lower lip as she tugged at his pants. "I believe I need a thorough examination, Doctor Piccolo." Then she trailed her lips up to his ear and nibbled on it, grinning in triumph when he moaned at the sensation. "Will you examine me deeply, doctor?" She breathed in his ear, her tone low and sultry.

Was this a game? Slightly confused, Piccolo used the contact to delve into her thoughts a little bit, just enough to understand, but not enough to invade her privacy, and immediately shoved her skirt up to her hips and hoisted her onto the counter. Thank the gods, right there on the surface of her thoughts had been a position for him to take her in that didn't involve the hard kitchen floor, and while he had no clue about anything sexual outside of what they'd already done, he was fairly sure he could manage to mate with her while she was sitting on the counter. "Hm… I don't know, Koto… will you be a good patient?" If she wanted to make this into a game, he was surprisingly alright with that… not to mention intrigued and extremely turned on.

"Very good," she purred in a soft, sexy voice meant for only him. "In fact…" Mako slipped off the counter quickly just then, yanked down his pants, and was on her knees and taking him in her mouth before he could even word a response. Only when he was groaning and stiffening in her mouth did she stop, and she blinked up at him with seemingly innocent, wide eyes when he growled down at her in frustration. "This is being good, right? …Doctor Piccolo?" She asked when he just tried to urge her forward with the hand buried in her hair.

Gods, this woman was amazing and infuriating at the same time! "So good," he managed in a hoarse whisper. "Don't stop, Koto…" Piccolo's head tipped back in ecstasy when she smiled and returned to sucking gently at the head of his cock as her hands teased and pleasured him, and when he came with a shout, he held her tightly to him while she swallowed his hot seed and she purred with pleasure around him. "Gods, Koto…"

While she looked up at him and felt a surge of triumph at the downright stupid-with-pleasure look on his face, Koto couldn't help but wonder how she's gotten so fucking lucky this time around. Not only was as perfect as she could ever imagine a man—both mentally and physically—but he was also an awful lot of fun! "Was I sufficiently well behaved, doctor?" She finally whispered innocently up at him. "Should I do it again for you?"

Licking his lips, Piccolo seriously considered saying 'yes,' but he wanted to join their bodies much, much more than he wanted to bury himself in her gorgeous little mouth. "On the exam table," he grunted as he lifted her up onto the counter, far too impatient to wait for her to stand.

"Heee… and here I was thinking that you wouldn't stay in character," she teased as she used her strong legs to tug him to her by the waist.

"Your mouth seemed unharmed, but I'd better check you everywhere," Piccolo chuckled into her throat, blushing brightly at the entire new and exciting situation. I wonder if all humans play games like this so soon after mating… I have to admit, though… it's fun! "Always best to be thorough with my favorite patient." Gods, this was such a turn on! And the way she was using those beautiful long legs to impale herself on him was making him wonder what other interesting positions they could try out later on.

"Mmm… then you'd best get that exam tool deep inside of me, Doctor Sexy."

Too caught up in her intriguing little game, Piccolo couldn't help but play along as he rocked up into her as far as he could, making sure that she took him to the hilt. "Hope you can take it all for a long time," he grunted as he noted how desensitized he was from the blowjob and their earlier seven pre-breakfast rounds. "This is going to be a very long, thorough exam, Koto."

"Heh, bring it, green bean. I can take whatever you can dish out."

D'aaaaw… they're falling in luuurve! Now I just have to remember what in the fuck was supposed to come next after this chapter! O.o Help me, my betas! Jog my memory!