Elegant, Graceful, and Clumsy


Disclaimer: Kung Fu Panda is © 2008 DreamWorks Animation SKG

A/N: For the first time in a while, I really don't have much to say about this one. I think that the title speaks literally for itself. Eh, whatevers. Hope you guys enjoy, and don't forget to leave a comment!


Quickie Twenty-Eight

Obedience

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"You're injured." Po said matter of factly, leaning against her doorframe.

"I'm fine, honestly." Tigress brushed him off, trying not to wince as she fell back onto her bed.

Po grunted quietly; she told him it was going to be nothing more than a "diplomatic trip to the capitol. No more, no less." Those were her words…and yet here she was, not two weeks later, beaten to a pulp. And why? It could have been her fiery temper, stubborn attitude, an in-your-face mentality—well, suffice it to say there was a list of grievances mounting against her.

While it wasn't outside his personality to scold her, the panda decided to speak prudently for her benefit.

"Mantis didn't seem to think so."

Begrudgingly, the tiger lifted herself up to face him, "Mantis seems to think a lot of things. Besides, this isn't the first time I was forced into a brawl. I've taken beatings much worse than this, trust me."

Po's eyebrows raised noticeably, his facial expression holding a mixture of confusion and worry. He had come to accept a great deal of Tigress' little…bugaboos…throughout their relationship, but it was still beyond him why she always insisted on getting herself into physical confrontations. It needed to stop.

He sat down next to her, and she looked away from him, not wanting to meet his incriminating gaze.

"C'mon honey, look at me." He gently coaxed. When she didn't respond, he spoke more sternly, "Tigress…"

"No. I don't want to talk about it."

Her entire body tensed when the sudden feeling of Po's hands fell on her shoulders, his fingers digging into the striped fur in such a way that she couldn't help but dip forward. Her arms slid off the edge of the bed, until her clawed fingertips just barely came into contact with the floor.

"Po," she breathed, "I'm f- fi- fine…" She stuttered when Po pushed against a particularly tender spot; her head fell back against his shoulder, and a warm flush gradually overtook her entire body.

"I know." He said calmly, his breath floating quietly over the back of the feline's ear. "Just tell me where it hurts, okay?"

She shivered at his touch, sensing his hands slipping under the constricting fabric of her vest, pulling and kneading at the abused muscles in her upper back. "Mmhmm…oh—alright…just, stay there—yes, right there."

As he continued to work her sore shoulders, her eyes slid closed; it was like heaven on earth—he was far too good with this. Just as the tiger began to drift off, she felt Po's hot breath against her ear once again.

"How's that feel?"

"Ngh, it's all so—ah—so g-good…" she purred.

Her head tilted to the side when he got to work on her neck, his fingers dancing with the orange striped fur, swirling and pushing into the strained muscles. He silently appreciated the vibrations coursing through his hands, all of them sensations emanating from the growing intensity of her purrs. Po was perfectly content with keeping this up, but then again, he had a job to finish...didn't he?

He pressed a gentle kiss to her collarbone, and the tiger's eyes shot right open, shuddering slightly as his lips came into contact with her skin.

Tigress couldn't help it and swung her head around in one fluid movement, looking at the panda with an expression somewhere in-between senseless confusion and excitement, but it was shortly lived as the pain in her back laced its way up her spine from the move she made.

"Gods!" She gasped, contorting her face in a grimace. Alright, maybe she had overly-exaggerated the whole 'fine' thing. Damn him. Damn him for being right.

"This would be much easier if we got rid of this pesky vest then, hmm?" Po whispered.

"W-whatever you want, just, p-please don't stop…"

He chuckled and took the hem of her vest in his grasp, pulling it up and detangling the bothersome fabric from her body. Tigress went wordlessly as Po's hands, ever gentle but firm, ushered her down to lie on her stomach. It wasn't until she felt his weight settle above her, and his warm breath on the nape of her neck, that her mind finally caught up with the rest of her body.

"Po?" She whimpered, shocked by how hushed and weak her voice sounded.

"Tigress." Was his reply. His voice was calmer and more alluring than she had ever heard it. That one word was followed by the return of his hands to her body, working all of the tension and resistance away with each stroke of his fingers against her skin. She moaned as his lips pressed against her neck, his tongue gently smoothing out the fur that was now standing on end.

"Now listen to me," he gently nipped her ear, "I don't need you getting hurt on me, okay?"

"Mm…oh, okay," she sighed deeply.

A smirk pulled at the corners of Po's mouth, "Awesome…now, just relax." As his mouth dipped below her ear, trailing kisses across the back of her neck, Tigress found that she was powerless; powerless to do anything but obey.


A/N: Thanks for reading, and to answer those who have sent me messages about the continuation of 'Black Or White', I say: Yes Indeedy! Expect an update soon.

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