Orange and Red
By corset-rebellion-follower
Disclaimer: I don't own Kung Fu Panda
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Chapter 8- I Hate Hangovers
Tigress carefully placed an icepack on Shifu's head. He groaned in response and squeezed her paw. Fireworks went off in the distance, causing Shifu to groan louder. Tigress giggled quietly.
"I'm sorry that you're feeling so terrible, Shifu. But you could tone down the drama a little," she joked, pouring some green tea into a cup and handing it to him.
"Well it doesn't help that someone is setting off fireworks every few minutes," he added groggily, taking a sip. It was only the second day of Chinese New Year, and Shifu already had a migraine from all the noise coming from the normally quiet Valley.
And it didn't help that alcohol had been mixed into the equation. One cup of choujiu had sent him into a drunken stupor, seeing as he hadn't consumed any alcohol for many years. Tigress nearly killed Po for talking him into it. And now he had the hangover to end any future thoughts about drinking.
Another round of fireworks went off. Shifu rubbed his temples and moaned, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. Tigress sat down at the head of his bed and gently rubbed his shoulders. "If it makes you feel better, I can't wait for all of this to be over either. It's wonderful to celebrate and welcome the New Year, but I like it much quieter."
He sighed and nuzzled her fingers. "That feels nice…"
She smiled and rubbed a little harder, moving down to his shoulder blades. "And besides, look on the bright side. You get to relax in here all day while I have to deal with all the noise up close," she consoled. He nodded and leaned back into her hands. She gently hugged him.
"Plus I get a wonderful nurse to look after me," he purred, kissing her fingertips. She lifted his chin up and kissed him deeply on the lips. Shifu gently stroked her cheek and traced her jaw with his fingers. She pulled away and nuzzled his nose.
"Rest, darling. I'll be back in a while to check on you." She gave him one last sweet kiss before standing up and going towards the door. "And just as an extra comfort, I didn't put any money in Po's red packet."
A/N: I know it's far from Chinese New Year, but I was desperate to write, since I have writer's block on My Own Destiny again. Any inspirations? And just FYI, choujiu is a traditional chinese wine made from glutinous rice. There's a page on it on Wikipedia if you want more info. See you next time! Holla!