10 Song Challenge: 10 Typos

Put your iPod/MP3 player on shuffle. Start writing a fic for each of the songs. Stop when the song ends, even if you're in the middle of a word. Do this for 10 songs. I own nothing. Expect to see a lot of one-liners. And to all of you who tried this, or are going to try it, have fun!

I own nothing. This is all for Awerewolf, nicest guy ever, and there will be more to come!

BTW, I realize it should be Tai/Po, but Typo sounds cool! So, without further ado, I give you 10 Typos!!

2) Before It's Too Late by The Goo Goo Dolls

"Po, do you ever regret this? Your decision to leave the Valley?" Tai Lung questioned, running a clawed hand through his lover's monochromatic fur.

"Well, I wish I could see my father again, sometimes, but if it means I get to be with you, then leaving the Valley of Peace was worth it. Besides, you know they couldn't have accepted us together. It's just not that easy," Po answered, nuzzling his mate's furred shoulder, leaning back into him as they sat beneath an old birch tree.

Tai Lung sighed. He knew that leaving when they did had been for the best. It let the Valley think they had both died in the fight, giving them, Po and himself, a chance to get away and live together in peace without any distractions, any annoying visitors, or any punishment. He didn't even want to think about what Vachir, who he wasn't certain was dead, would do to him for breaking out.

But this? What they had was so perfect, so wonderful, he never wanted to go back.

Tai Lung let a hand stray down to Po's waist band, slipping a finger beneath it, tugging gently as he felt Po shift between his legs, puffball of a tail playfully brushing against the front of his pants. Tai Lung let out a small growl as he pushed Po, who easily complied, forward onto his paws and knees. Tai Lung tugged his shorts the rest of the way off, tossing them aside as, just as quickly, he shed his own garments.

He had only just managed to throw his pants to the side when a warm, wet heat he hadn't felt before encompassed his entire self, forcing him down to the forest floor, lying back, propped up on his elbows with Po's face between his legs, hands on either side of the well-built appendages. Po's tongue swirled its way down to the base of his erection, his face turned to the side, licking up and down him as though he were a lollipop.

He was close, so very, wonderfully close, but Po pulled away, just for a moment, whispering, "Besides, how could I ever regret this?"

And then he was over the edge, spilling himself into Po's waiting mouth, letting a roar of pleasure echo within the vast forest.

Lying there, panting, he watched Po take care of himself, wishing he had the strength in him to help, though it was a lovely show. He watched as Po joined him in oblivion, before crawling over to lay next to him, cuddling his leopard as he felt Tai Lung lay his head on his stomach.

And all through it, Tai Lung had tried to think of a way to regret that, but the only answer was that he never could.