The Yang to His Yin ࿊ ☾𖤓 ( A Lord Shen X Female Reader: Kung Fu Panda 2)

✧₊⁺𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐼𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝒜𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 ✧₊⁺

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(A/N's Note): Welcome one and all to the next chapter in the Lord Shen story! I am pleased to announce that we hit over 4k readers! I hope you all enjoyed the last three I posted a while ago and are excited to read this one! I shan't say anymore! Enjoy! A~ xoxo
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Y/N hummed softly to herself as she poured the tea into two delicate cups, the steam rising gently into the cool air of the ancestral home. The soft clink of porcelain filled the room, and Shen stood in the doorway, watching her every move with an amused, albeit patient, expression. Just as Y/N turned to bring the cups over, Shen broke the silence.

"Yes."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, glancing over her shoulder with curiosity. "Yes, what?" she asked, feigning confusion, though a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Shen shot her a playful glare, his eyes narrowing but still shimmering with affection. "Yes, I would like some tea, Y/N."

Y/N chuckled softly, shaking her head as she carried the two cups toward him. "Well, you could've just said that, you know," she teased, her voice light. She handed him his cup, and he took it into his wing with that refined grace he always seemed to possess.

"Thank you," Shen said quietly, his voice carrying that silky tone of gratitude, yet with an undercurrent of amusement, as if he was indulging in the domestic simplicity of the moment.

Y/N took a sip of her tea, letting the warmth of the drink calm her nerves, though her eyes never left him. She smiled behind her cup, the steam softening the edges of her face as she watched Shen sip his tea in return. His movements were measured, elegant, every flick of his feathers deliberate.

"What are you staring at?" Shen finally asked, lowering his cup down and meeting her gaze. His sharp eyes flickered with a knowing look, though there was an undeniable softness beneath it.

Y/N shrugged, setting her own cup down on a nearby table and leaning slightly toward him. "Can I not admire you, Shen?" she asked innocently, her voice carrying a playful edge. "Or should I say..." Her lips curled into a teasing grin as she leaned in just a little more, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Can I not admire you, Lord Shen?"

Shen's eyes darkened with that familiar spark of challenge. He took another sip of his tea, savoring the warmth before lowering the cup, his free wing drifting over to Y/N's face. The soft, feathery touch traced along her cheek, light as air, yet powerful enough to send shivers down her spine. Y/N couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped her lips, her heartbeat quickening at the intimate gesture.

The touch of a lover is like no other, and Y/N felt it surge through her like a wave of warmth, flooding her senses. Shen's touch, in particular, always made her feel as if she were on top of the world, as if nothing else mattered in that moment but him and the way his wing brushed against her skin. It was intoxicating, and she craved it more than she would ever care to admit.

Shen, of course, noticed immediately. His teasing smirk returned, a glint of triumph lighting up his crimson eyes as he withdrew his wing, leaving her yearning for more. "So easy to fluster," he said softly, his voice carrying that infuriatingly smooth tone that only made Y/N's blush deepen.

Y/N laughed softly, trying to hide the effect he had on her, though it was a lost cause. "Teasing me is too easy for you," she admitted, shaking her head with a small smile. "But you forget—" she leaned closer, her voice a whisper now, "—I know how to tease you too."