I do not own Pepe or Penelope

I do own the Le Pew family

Chapter Six

Scent with Affection

Penelope gasped in shock as she turned her head away from the peephole that she had just looked through. She felt an urge to yell out into Pepe's face for annoying her, but she was not a rude person. She had her father to thank for that. So she decided to keep the lock on the door and open up only as far as the lock would go.

"Yes?" she said with a small smile. Pepe stood there for a second looking dumbfounded. He looked at her smile. It was a small smile, but it was the first time he had seen her smile.

"You steell have zhe stripe," he asked. Penelope held her head down. "Well, maybe you should try vegetable oil."

"Do you want something," asked Penelope.

"I found your suite and zhought of geeving you some flowers," he said gently. He smiled warmly at her which made Penelope feel strange. With that smile he seemed much nicer than her past suitors.

"Oh!" said Penelope seeing the flowers. She felt flattered. Besides that, the flowers were much prettier than the ones she already had. The geraniums looked sick to her. "Listen, I was getting ready for my day and I cannot waste anytime. I apologize for my rushing, but just put the flowers down and I will get them later."

"Why not just take zhem?" asked Pepe and held them out for her. Penelope bit her lower lip which revealed her lovely straight teeth that were like Pepe's.

"Sure," she said awkwardly. She carefully freed the latch lock and then faster than Pepe could grasp in his mind she had whisked the flowers from his hand and shut the door. She pressed her back against it to barricade Pepe away. Then she opened the door a tiny bit.

"Thank you," she said. She shut the door again. Pepe stood there for a moment wondering why she had acted so. Maybe she had been spending time with her date from the day before. Feeling content that he had given her a lovely bouquet of flowers out of innocent affection Pepe went to his job at the perfume store.

It was at home he first told about Penelope, though he never said her name.

"So you're telling me," said Diego who had no French accent from his ignorance. "This beautiful girl smacked into you in Casablanca and you are "mesmerized" by her."

Pepe sat at the small table while his parents put his younger sisters to bed. His brothers were fixing him and themselves some coffee.

"I would say you are smeetten," said Shamus. "You really like her."

"I wouldn't say zhat," said Pepe who wasn't certain about how he felt.

"Pepe," said Louis, who was eighteen and brilliant. "You are fasceenated by her. You don't know much about her, but you want to know about her. Right?"

"I just theenk zhat she needs to be looked after," said Pepe. "You should have seen how rude zhat cat was to her een zhe restaurant and at zhe Louvre how zhat ozher one was just trying to get too cozy. I feel bad zhat she's seeing such fools."

"Zhen look after her," said Louis sitting down next to him. "I theenk you are also trying to recuperate from your broken heart from your last break up weeth her by feeling such emotions for her."

"I'm okay about zhat now," said Pepe.

"Zhis must be huge," said Shamus putting his empty mug away in the sink. "I've never heard you call a woman "beautiful" before."

Pepe knew he felt some sort of feeling towards Penelope, he didn't know why. He decided to sleep on his thoughts that were confusing that night. It only stirred more trouble for his brain. He had a weird dream that he was in a deodorant factory.

Penelope had stayed in her suite the whole day and actually used vegetable oil to wash out the stripe. It didn't help. It only lubricated her tail causing a bit of a shine that lasted for a few hours. As she still struggled with her problem, the bouquet Pepe gave her sat in a glass vase on her counter.