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! This was supposed to be up yesterday, but the site was being suckish and now it's today and I've got to get ready for school. Anyway, there's been a lot of angst in this series and there is a lot more to come, so I thought I'd try to even it out with a bit of pointless smutty fluff. Hope you like!
6) Bitch by Meredith Brooks
"How do you do that?" asked the snow leopard, approaching the sulking panda, feet gliding across the forest floor without a sound.
"Do what, Tai?" returned Po with a smile.
"That! Where you're upset one moment and literally two seconds later you're all happy and stuff!" Tai Lung shouted, confused.
Po just smirked devilishly, sauntering over to his spotted lover, letting one, furred paw drag across defined muscles in Tai Lung's chest, nipping softly at his neck.
"Why, Tai, I have no idea what you're talking about," he murmured Tai Lung's nape.
"You know, sometimes, panda, you can be a real bitch."
"And you wouldn't want me any other way."
Tai Lung pushed him back to the ground and whispered, "You're damn right I don't."
Grinding his hips against Po's, Tai Lung sucked at his neck, listening to the love noises that came from the panda beneath him. Smirking, he pulled up, cutting off all contact between their bodies, and commanded, "Say it - say you're a bitch."
Po moaned, feeling a furred tail slide effortlessly into the front of his trousers and tease his pleasure center. Feeling particularly suicidal, Po replied, "Y-you're a b-bitch."
Tai Lung growled, biting Po's shoulder, hearing him groan in a balance of pleasure and pain, but inwardly chuckling at the bear's cheeky response.
Wrapping his tail around Po's erection, he gave three, hard pumps before pulling his tail out of Po's pants, lapping at the blood on his shoulder.
"What are you?" Tai Lung asked, lovingly cleaning where he had marked Po.
"I-I'm not a-a bitch, I'm y-your bitch," Po answered, smiling softly at his mate.
Sliding out of his pants, Tai Lung neatly tossed them beside the river, pulling at Po's patchwork shorts as he whispered against his pleasure, "Good answer."
"I t-try," Po managed to gasp out before he found himself laying on his stomach. Tai Lung impaled him from behind, sucking on his shoulder, the one he had marked, as Po murmured his rapture to the wind, words meant for Tai Lung's ears alone.
"I love you so much, Tai," he mumbled, reaching one, large paw back to play with his lover's package.
"L-love you, too, P-Po," grunted the snow leopard before ecstasy overtook them both, silent cries heard only by each other in the midday sun.
As Tai Lung collapsed atop Po, panting softly, he could almost swear he heard Po whisper, "But you're still a bitch."