There's nothing." The tiger groaned.
"Damned, Kai. He just had to go crazy and destroy the Jade Palace." Bad Po grumbled.
"Let's look at the bright side, guys. At least we're here spending time together." An overly cheerful Good Po added, only to receive a lucid set of glaring eyes as a response.
The trio scavaged the scarce remainder of the scrolls left after Kais' fiasco and found nothing. It was agreed, Good Po would get Shifu while Bad Po and Tigress waited for them. There was no way of denying the grandiosity of Po's slip-up. Hiding it from the Grandmaster would not buy them any more time.
Don't trust him. Tigress thought as she glanced at the panda that kicked some scrolls to the side in frustration once Good Po had left.
"Someone should organize these. Not me, of course." Chuckled Bad Po while glancing at Tigress, who chose to ignore him.
Malevously smirking, he approached the tiger. Catching her shoulders, he chose to whisper his next words. "You're tense...not your usual going on a mission, or training for days on end tense. It's that other tense."
The tiger couldn't help but keep her gaze on whatever scroll she had placed in front of her on the small wooden table, suppressing a low growl. Unbothered as the familiar and luxurious contact of his massive paws made its way to her neck. It wasn't new in fact, the intimacy was comforting. The fact that she had all this with this side of Po made her question if having two Dragon Warriors was such a bad idea.
So much for not trusting him.
"It's tense you get when we're sparing, and instead of throwing me across the room, you pull me closer. You leave your offensive tiger style behind and you deflect, pinning me. A hundred ways to counter my attack, but you block it. Testing how close I'm willing to get." The panda focused on releasing the knots on her back, maneuvering through the top of her vest. She glanced over her shoulder for a second and turned her head back to the scroll, her version of a yes for the panda.
Old habits die hard. He smiled, continuing his work.
"We both know I'm strong, but it's undeniable that you could easily stop yourself from brushing your chest all over my forearm every time you want to dodge a punch. Or maybe try not to glide your hips against mine as you knock me to my feet, turning on your heel so you can watch me land sprawled on the training hall floor. No wonder I crawled to the mirror every night." Bad Po continued, knowing well how to tease the tiger. Enjoying how the feline's tail flicked and how she no longer balled her fist on the old parchment scroll as she let down her guard.
Tigress inwardly moaned as the bear worked wonders with his paws around her trapezius. She hated how accurate the panda was, and how utterly oblivious she had been to think he wouldn't notice. "Oh, would it kill you to stop arching your ass every time you land in front of me?"
"I get it, Po." The tiger turned completely to face a serious-looking panda with a raised brow.
His gaze lingered on her features, and he studied her breathing, eyeing her up and down. "Trust me, you don't."
His paws caressed her chest and slid down her torso, pulling her into his robust embrace. His muzzle on her neck, she couldn't help but pivot her head to the side, granting him better access; an overwhelming pulsating sensation erupting in between her legs.
He dragged his muzzle down to her collarbone inhaling every ounce of her scent, dismissing her chest, stopping a mere second on her abdomen, only to resume and halt on her mound. His lips settled on his goal. He couldn't help but tease the tiger, retracting his muzzle mere inches from the fabric. Grinning as she leaned trying to keep the contact.
He was about to pull her pants down when his green eyes glowed a golden hue, blinking rapidly. He groaned and rolled his eyes; provoking a slight huff from the tiger at the sensation. "We'll have to finish this later," he said and walked to the other side of the room, disappointment written all over his face.
A dissatisfied and confused expression adorned the tiger's face at the sudden change of heart. A few seconds after Shifu and Good Po walked in.
Surprisingly Good Po seemed to wear a similar appearance of frustration that Bad Po held while both the pandas avoided looking at the tiger at all costs.
"You gotta be kidding me, not this again." The already irritated and groggy red panda rubbed his temple at the sight of Bad Po, waving at him.
Good Po couldn't help but wince. "Now, Master Shifu, I know there are no accidents, but this was an accident."
"I don't want to hear it."
Well, well, well. Short chapter. I had to get it out of my system. Writing this is surprisingly too much fun and entertaining! Do we like Bad Po? What could possibly happen next? Any predictions or requests? Is it going to turn sweet? Fluffy? Inappropriate? Cast your bets.
