Hello! Here's another short one-shot that I was really tempted to write when I saw a trailer for some Hollywood movie, I'll leave to you to guess which one I took the inspiration from.

This is my first shot at writing an AU, a modern one at that. For a little context, and for those who didn't read the summary (mind you,), the universe is set in a modern age, with agents Black and Fang serving the secret service.

It's a little smokey, so if you're not a fan of such stuff, you've been warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kung Fu Panda! Not yet, at least. ;)

Classified

The royal oakwood door to the cozy Nevada apartment flew open as a lithe figure in black strolled through. There was a short metallic clang as her keys collided with the table. She nonchalantly tossed her Walther on it as well, where it slid to stop right near her keys. Strange, all of the lights were on. Looks like someone was home early. It was a small modern apartment, on the fifty second floor of a towering glass skyscraper. Her eyes immediately fell upon the cream-colored folder on the table with an insignia that she was very familiar with. The word 'classified' adorned over it's cover, painted in bold red.

With a subtle eyeroll and a huff, she strolled lazily to the kitchen to make herself a cup or two of coffee. Some espresso after a hard day's work always seemed to put her in good spirits. Absently hitting the buttons on the coffee grinder, she sauntered over to grab her black coffee mug, throwing in a few sugar cubes. White puffy steam arose from the coffee grinder as she placed her mug underneath it, allowing the dark elixir to flow into it. Grabbing the cup gingerly with her paws, she headed back to the living room near the table.

She stood idly in front of the table, eyeing the document curiously. Just as her paws were about to bring her cup to her lips, two strong, black arms wrapped around her midsection, pulling her into an embrace and essentially locking her in place. The unsuspecting feline's breath hitched and her pupils dilated at the unexpected gesture, almost loosing grip over her coffee. She gasped at the hot breath that hit her neck as a low, and dare she admit, enticing voice whispered in her ear,

"Agent Fang… I don't really see you around often."

She growled in agitation, or at least that's what she convinced herself her actions were, and rebutted back,

"Damn it black, cut it out."

She tried to sound annoyed and frustrated, but miserably failed to conceal the arousal that laced itself through her words. She tried squirming in his grip, only to no avail, finally resorting to taking a sip out her cup, or at least… trying to.

"Ah ah…" His paw grabbed hers, halting the cup mere inches from her lips.

He gently took the beverage from her hands, casually taking a sip from it and setting it aside on the table. He nuzzled her neck earning another gasp from the feline.

"Welcome home, darling…"

He whispered again. Tigress had absolutely no idea how his voice was that deep, and she definitely didn't remember him being this strong, or was he always?

Despite being annoyed at not being allowed to drink her coffee, her paw found its way back and laced around his neck, all of its own accord. It was as if her body had acquired a mind of it's own, and she couldn't help it.

"What do you want?" She demanded firmly.

"Easy, tiger…" His paws carelessly traced her sides, forcing the tiger to bite her lower lip and let out a ragged breath with a stifled moan. He was having way too much fun with this, and he had the devil coming for him for that. "What's that?" He asked, nodding towards the table.

His breath flowing over her ear was almost too overwhelming for her, making it hard for her respond in a coherent manner. Yet, she didn't back down and steeled her composure,

"It's classified." She stated in a tone that left no room for arguments.

Before she could add another snarky remark though and even register what happened, she found herself being whirled around a pace she thought impossible, her vision blurring from the sudden motion. Once her eyesight returned to her, she found herself staring into his striking jade green eyes. Their noses were almost touching and a tingle of delight ran down her spine feeling his paw climb up her back.

He shot her a questioning look and grinned at her,

"Even from your husband?" He asked through a sly smirk.

Her paw was still hooked around his neck, and she reached with her free one behind her, unintentionally leaning into a slight dip in his arms as she grabbed the folder off the desk. She teasingly waved it in front of his face,

"Maybe." She replied, the signs of a devilish grin starting to spread on her muzzle.

"Please." He coaxed, continuing to make the feline shiver and chuff shamelessly at his touch.

She tossed it aside on the couch beside them and traced a clawed finger over his jaw,

"Then I suppose you'll just have to take it from me." Without a warning, she hooked her legs underneath his in an unorthodox maneuver, employing her unnatural strength and using her body to her advantage to completely lift the panda off the ground forcing the two to roll over the table with their combined momentum, their bodies dangerously pressed close.

Her calculation was precise, as always. He landed on the ground back first with an "-oof!" with her straddling him, grinning victoriously down at him. She leaned down and licked his neck, causing the panda to grunt in denial. He wasn't going to give in so easily.

"Who's in charge now?" She whispered into his ear, her voice low and husky. Now it was his turn to shiver. He took advantage of her sprawled out form, quickly wrapping his arms around her waist and twisting them over. Now it was she who was underneath him. His arms slowly moved south, smoothing the wrinkles in her jet-black trousers as he traced her toned thighs, earning an albeit reluctant, moan of pleasure from the tiger. Just as his arms neared her hips, she kicked him off, getting up on the ground in an instant.

Po merely slid back onto his feet as the two started at each other, breathing hard.

This time, Tigress took to the offensive, graceful leaping in the air to deliver a flying kick aimed at his face. He smoothly rolled out of the way and threw a punch at her, around which she masterfully weaved between and pressed close to his body, her arms hooking underneath his. She twisted him and threw him at the wall, and before he could gather his discombobulated mind, she firmly planted two paws on either side of him, trapping him in place. Her lips attacked his neck again, her paws pinning his arms to the wall, while tracing the muscles underneath his fur. This earned her a pleasurable moan from the panda. The two knocked off a painting from the wall, and Po locked his foot with hers as she tried to step back, making the two crash onto the floor, with Po on top of her.

He dragged his muzzle down from her neck, down her mid-section, inhaling her scent and savoring every inch of contact. Bringing his muzzle back up to hers, he hovered mere centimeters above her lips, both of them were hot and bothered to the core, causing Po to frustratingly rip off his shirt and toss the fabric aside.

Tigress had long since lost control of her senses and her paws immediately thawed at his exposed chest, while one of his paws gripped her waist and the other traced her thighs.

She laced her paws around his neck and yanked him into a passionate kiss, moaning freely into his mouth as he did the same. Both simultaneously parted for air, breaths spilling over each other's.

"I think I'll make an exception, just for you." She said, baring her white fangs and dragging them over his neck. "But…", She pulled away from him, thoroughly enjoying the whimper that he gave at the loss of her attention.

"But what?" He asked, rather impatiently.

"But, you'll have to make it up to me." No sooner than she had finished the sentence, she found herself being suddenly airborne, tucked securely into his arms and being carried away. She shook her head and chuckled fondly, placing a lazy kiss on his chest.

"With pleasure." He grinned and placed a kiss on the top of her forehead, earning a pleased chuff from her as they entered the bedroom. Both smirked at each other as the door was kicked closed by the panda, and let's just say… whatever happened in that room that night, remained… 'classified'.

So, how was that? It's a little short, so I hope you're not disappointed with the length. I wanted to experiment a little with the more passionate and... devilish side, if you will, of their relationship. It was super fun to write, and I hope you guys enjoyed it as well. Also, I'm a sucker for modern AU's and I somehow managed to fit Po and Tigress into an espionage role, I don't know, its a... different mix for sure, but you guys be the judge how you think it turned out. R&R, the reviews help a lot! And like always, keep being awesome.

And yes, I totally did not keep Po's alias to be 'agent Black' because of Jack Black being a chad voicing Po. ;)

Lightning out.