snarky_panda (snarky_panda) wrote in mulanficspace, @ 2007-07-21 01:26:00 |
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30 Kisses: Mulan and Shang, Part Sixteen
Written for the 30_kisses challenge.
Title: Unforeseen Events, Part 2: Shelter
Author: snarky_panda
Fandom: Mulan
Pairing: Li Shang/Fa Mulan
Theme: #18, say “ahh…”
Disclaimer: All characters, etc. from the Disney movie belong to Disney.
They managed to build a small fire and now settled down to spend the night in this abandoned, sparsely outfitted wooden hut. Though they were now sheltered from the storm and somewhat from the cold, it was still quite chilly inside and they had both already become terribly frozen moving about in this storm for so many hours.
Shang sat by the fire shivering. Boots removed, Mulan padded across the decrepit wooden floor in bare feet.
“I wish I had some dry socks,” she remarked through chattering teeth, rummaging through their packs and withdrawing their clothing and blankets. Unfortunately practically everything they owned was damp. She began to spread everything out on the floor near the fire.
“Hopefully they’ll dry quickly.”
She grasped one blanket.
“This one is pretty dry. We’ll have to share it.”
“We need to get out of these wet clothes,” he muttered, peeling his shirt and pants off.
Mulan smiled slightly, relieved that he still seemed to have his wits about him. She took a seat on the floor beside him, beginning to wrap the blanket around his shoulders; he reached over and began to pull her clothing off as well.
“You won’t warm up either if you’re in wet clothes.”
She lightly stroked his cheek. “You don’t need to explain.”
He draped an arm around her and enfolded them both in the single blanket.
“Ahh,” she heard him sigh as she snuggled closer to him. She released a sigh of her own as the warmth from his body enveloped her.
“Are you alright, Shang? You were looking pretty blue out there.”
“Yeah. You were, too.”
She turned her face up to look at him and he leaned down, kissing her lips tenderly.
“Cold lips,” she whispered.
“Mm-hmm. You’ll have to help me warm them up.”
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