A/N: This is my first Katherine and Robin fan fiction. It's also my first Desperate Housewives fan fiction in a while. I may not update very often because after all, I am a busy girl. I really adore the Kobin pairing and I really hope they bring Katherine back, preferably with Robin, but I'm not Marc Cherry. This is rated M for future chapters.
Chapter One: Going Home
(Katherine's POV)
"Katherine, hurry, or we're gonna miss our flight," I hear Robin's soft, sweet voice calling me from the living room of our suite as I finish up the rest of my packing. Even when she's annoyed with me, I love hearing the sound of her voice - so delicate and lovely.
"I'm hurrying!" I call back to her, zipping up my suitcase. I can't help but wonder what we've missed since we've been gone. A lot can happen in a month on Wisteria Lane. This trip to Paris really has made me realize I don't care what people think. Because I've had a lot of fun with Robin these passed few weeks, and she's made me feel like I'm a teenager again. I think it's safe to say that… I'm in love.
"God, we should have been to the airport half an hour ago."
With my suitcase in hand, I roll my eyes playfully, smiling faintly upon seeing her waiting by the door rather impatiently. She is so beautiful, it's hard for me to take my eyes away, "Well, maybe if someone set their alarm last night, we wouldn't be having this problem."
"If someone else packed their suitcase last night like I did, we'd be at the airport by now."
Deciding this isn't something to argue about, I just give in and nod my head in my girlfriend's direction, "You are so right, baby," I pause, kissing her cheek as I take her suitcase from her hand, "Let's go. We don't want to miss our flight."
During our flight back to Wisteria Lane, Robin is sleeping on my shoulder and I have a content smile on my face as I breathe in the scent of her lavender shampoo. I let my fingers trail down her arm that's propped up on the arm rest between our seat and take her hand gently, stroking her skin with my thumb. I feel her stir slightly, and when she locks our fingers together, my smile gets wider.
"Mmm," she mutters, "your hand is cold."
An amused grin forms on my lips at her random statement and I kiss the top of her head, resting my cheek against it, "Just go back to sleep, baby. We'll be there in no time."
Without a word more, I feel her relax again, nuzzling her head against my neck. God, I didn't think anyone would ever make me feel this way again - especially not another woman. I just have to keep in mind when I get home that I mustn't pay attention to what people may say, or what they may think. I'm not going to let them get in the way of my happiness. And if my friends were really my friends, they would accept it and be happy for me too.
