Robbie woke up to the sounds of Cat's phone ringing again. But this time it was just some one calling her. He rolled over to see her sitting on her side of the bed talking on her pear phone.
"Bonjour Mme Lauder. Comment êtes-vous ce matin? Je suis très bien. Oui, je n'ai envoyer ces lettres à M. Phalange. Votre accueil. Oui, Madame, je vais envoyer ces dessins aujourd'hui. Tu leur as donné à Lola hier pour vérifier l'orthographe, corriger? Oui, alors je vais les envoyer. Je vous verrai bientôt. Au revoir."
Cat smiled as she hung up her phone.
"I didn't know you spoke fluent french." Robbie raised an eyebrow.
"Oui, Monsieur." Cat smiled over her shoulder at him.
"I like it. It sounds so," Robbie searched for the right word, "Exotic." He smiled as Cat sat in his lap.
"Well, I had one of those teach yourself a language things a few years ago. My boss speaks very little english, so I have to translate for the other interns." She shrugged.
"What is, I love you in french?" Robbie asked, placing his hands on her waist.
"Je t'aime." Cat purred.
"Well, Je t'aime." Robbie whispered in a husky voice.
"I like it better when you say it." Cat giggled. Robbie laughed deep in his throat and kissed her.
"I have to go to work." She whispered.
"I know. You go hop in the shower and I'll make your lunch." Robbie smiled. Cat hopped off of him and Robbie saw that she never took her shoes off last night. She strutted away in nothing but her sparkly light pink heals. That was the best thing Robbie could have asked for at that moment. He got up, got dressed, and meandered into the kitchen to make some food. First he packed Cat a sandwich and a cherry soda with a red and white stripped straw. Then he threw in a little note saying he loved her and another cookie. He heard his phone ringing over by the couch. He ran over and tried to dig through the couch cushions until he found it. It was Tori.
"Hey, Tori." He answered, walking back to the kitchen to make waffles.
"Hey, Robbie. How are things going over there?" Tori asked.
"Great, actually. I'm making breakfast and Cat's in the shower." Robbie smiled while he mixed together a quick batter.
"So? How is it going? I saw that you guys were back together in that video." Tori asked. That was the exact reason she had called, and Robbie could hear it in her voice.
"It's," Robbie tried to decide whether to tell her the normal answer of 'Great.' or to tell her everything, "Cat's amazing, Tori. I didn't even realize how much I missed staying with her, and how much I missed her." Robbie mused as he put a waffle on a plate. He found Cat's reduced fat whipped cream and a box of strawberries. He built her favorite breakfast and set it on the table.
"Oh, that's great Robbie." He could hear Tori smiling on the other line.
"Yeah, but I have to go. I just heard the shower turn off." Robbie put another waffle on a plate and piled it with banana slices and chocolate syrup.
"Bye, see you soon." Tori hung up. Robbie hung up, slammed his phone down on the counter, and sprinted into the bedroom. Cat was just walking out of the bathroom with a towel around her waist.
"You are so beautiful." Robbie wrapped his arms around her bare waist from behind and kissed her neck.
"And your smell like strawberries." Cat said as she twisted around in his arms, pressing herself against him.
"Aww, I wanna tell you why but this is just torture." Robbie toyed with the towel wrapped around her lower half.
"Come on, I have to get dressed." Cat took his hand and dragged him over to her closet.
"This one." Robbie pulled out a light pink blazer with black trim with a light pink skirt and a little hat. It looked like an old flight attendant uniform.
"Alright. And, for later, should I go with the happy bunny underwear and the black tank top? Or a thong and no tank top?" Cat asked.
"The second one, definitely." Robbie said quickly. Cat giggled. She pulled the skirt on under the towel. Robbie unraveled the white towel and let it fall to the floor. She stood on her toes and kissed him, then reached to her top drawer and pulled out a bra. Robbie snaked it around her and hooked it behind her back. She looked up at him as his hands traveled down her back to her waist. She sighed and tugged on the jacket. It was buttoned up to her cleavage and tightly hugged her torso.
"You look beautiful." Robbie said, feeling the fabric beneath his fingers. The light pink jacket was lined at the collar with black, as was the hem of it. She looked like a professional pin-up girl. Robbie liked that.
"So, why do you smell like strawberries?" Cat asked, reaching for her thong.
"Oh! Breakfast. There's uhh, there's food." He pointed to the door as he watched Cat put her undergarments on under her skirt.
"Yay, food!" Cat skipped by in her bare feet with her hair flying behind her. Robbie followed, sitting by his own waffle to eat. "Oh! My favorite!" Cat smiled, popping a strawberry in her mouth.
The two of them ate, then while Cat was doing her hair, Robbie did the dishes. He finished just as Cat emerged with her adorable pin-up hair style and her hat on her head.
"Alright, I have to go to work. I love you, and I will see you when I get home." Cat gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and rushed out the door with her shiny black heals clicking on the floor. Robbie smiled after her in a dreamy way. Then he remembered something. He grabbed Cat's lunch off of the counter and started running after her. When he got down to the front of the building, Cat was riding off in a cab. He knew he couldn't afford a cab, so he began jogging. He jogged the streets to Cat's work. When he finally got there, he was panting and could feel sweat bead on his forehead and on his chest. The air conditioning in the lobby felt amazing against his face. He wandered over to the elevator, rode up to Cat's floor, and jogged down the hall. He opened the door and saw Cat at the end of the conference table looking down at her lap top with Lola and Vicki looming over her shoulders. Frank was standing over by the wall drinking out of a coffee mug.
"Kitty Cat?" Robbie panted.
"Robbie?" Cat got up from her seat and walked over to him. "What are you doing here? Ew, you're all sweaty." She was about to hung him, but stopped when she saw the moisture on his neck.
"You forgot your lunch." He handed her the bag.
"You ran all this way just to give me my lunch?" Cat asked, taking the bag gently. Robbie nodded. "That's so sweet, Robbie." She smiled sweetly.
"Well, yeah." Robbie was at a loss for words. They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments.
"Ehem." Someone cleared their throat. The two of them twisted their heads to the others in the room. "Caterina, we still have a lot of work to do." Frank said, obviously annoyed.
"Oh, right. Thank you for bringing me my lunch." Cat said quickly.
"No problem. I love you." Robbie captured her lips with his for a moment, placing his hands on her cinched waist.
"I love you too. See you at home." Cat smiled and scampered back to her seat.
"Right." Robbie left the interns to their work while silently cursing Frank. He took a slow walk home while enjoying the clouds rolling in above him. They were dark and chilling, but he loved this kid of weather. It always reminded him of he and Cat's first date. After that day, he loved the rain. He could feel the cool drops of rain falling onto his face as he looked up at the grey sky. He could feel the rain beginning to soak through his shirt as it poured down. He loved that feeling of the ice-cold rain hitting him, chilling him. If there weren't so many people around he would be dancing down the middle of the street. It was his favorite thing to do in the rain. It was so soothing, yet so exhilarating. It didn't matter if it rained for five minutes or all day, it was beautiful. He found himself back at Cat's apartment building, but not wanting to go back inside. The wind whistled in his ear as he stared up at the sky. It seemed to whisper in a way, almost like it was beckoning him. He felt the chill of the wind on his wet back and decided he better go get in a hot shower before he caught pneumonia or something. He ran into the building, dreading the air conditioning. He rode up in the warm elevator and strolled into Cat's apartment. At this point he was so cold he couldn't feel his fingers or toes. He quickly shed his clothes in the lonely living room. He was soaked down to his boxers. He grabbed some clean clothes and jumped into a steaming hot shower.
He loved showers almost as much as rain, especially when he had just been out in the rain freezing his toes off. He sat on the floor of the shower and just let the water hit him.

AN: So what Cat said in French is something along the lines of "Hello Mrs. Lauder. How are you this morning? I'm fine. Yeah, I did send these letters to Mr. Phalanx. Your Home. Yes, ma'am, I'll send these drawings today. Thou hast their Lola gave yesterday to check the spelling correct? Yeah, so I will send them. I'll see you soon. goodbye. "

Then when she talked to Robbie it was "Yes, Sir." Review!