I do not own Pepe or Penelope

(This is inspired from Touche and Go which is not mine either. All the lines from the cartoon do not belong to me either because they belong to Chuck Jones. ) This is one of my favorites as well so I've been looking forward to doing this one. I've noticed three things; I found a Pepe le Pew comic of mine and he pronounces the I's normally sometimes, so I would like to try that. One story I liked that was about Pepe's and Penelope's daughter (I'm not the only one with the idea!) is gone! I really liked it too. :( Finally, there are realized images of the new Looney Tunes show. They are redesigned, but check it out anyway. It will take time to get used to, but remember that classics will always remain, things change and not to label the new show as bad before it comes out. Personally, I'd rather have the new show than no Looney Tunes on TV! Pepe's redesign is my favorite already and looks really, really, really, good to me! Hopefully Penelope's there too and some romance can get going!

Chapter Thirteen

Touch and Run

In the heat of one hot day anyone would want to be near the water. Penelope was along the shoreline trying to get away from her family since they had left their last vacation spot only a day before. Trying to avoid other contact from others for a few hours Penelope had wandered up farther along the beachside. She felt conflicted of what was happening in her family. Her sisters were courting twin brothers and were already looking for wedding dresses. Penelope dreaded this. If they got married then she would have to follow as well. Part of her just wanted to give in and marry any of her suitors, but part of her felt too nervous to do so.

Now she realized as she had been thinking she had walked away from the beach and went inland a bit. She was now nearly up a hill which led to a peak which dove down into a cove of some sort. Peering down it she wondered if there were any sharks swimming around. A bit of wind caught her, swishing her grey-blue dress around her legs and making her wobble in her high heels. (They were new black ones that she had to break in.) The sea was sparkling blue as the sun winked at it. Penelope sat, but not too close to the edge. She adjusted her beige tank top underneath higher up since the dress was a low cut much to her displeasure. Sniffing the air she felt relived to smell the fresh air and greenery instead of burnt garlic and rubber which was how Pepe smelt. She was so deep in her own world, that she didn't notice that someone was coming up from behind her.

Pepe stood behind her for one full minute knowing for certain that something was drawing the two of them together with all of their meetings. Now he felt certain with himself that he liked her a lot and it was not as a fondness because it was more than that to him.

"Well," he said. "I didn't zhink of you as a traveler."

Penelope jumped up with her mouth wide open in shock.

"Are you stalking me?" she cried.

"I am not," he said charmingly. "We just keep meeting each ozher."

"You have gotten me in enough trouble," she said hastily. "My mother was furious to find me coming home so late in the evening and that I had been with other male that she did not know!"

"She should feel better to know that you could have come across worse men," said Pepe. "I stayed weeth you zhe whole time and followed you back when you woke up although she were mortified."

"Look," said Penelope taking a few steps away from him. "You are not a bad guy, so I do not want you to get in trouble. So with that, I suggest you move one away from me. It will save you from my family's attitudes."

"I'm not scared of some aristocrat family," said Pepe turning to follow her pace. "Eef I was, I wouldn't be around you."

"Just mind your own business," said Penelope. She went up the hill tightening her beige sash around her waist. She just wanted to get away from him and be alone again.

Pepe stood still watching her. She clumsily went up the hill wanting to see the view.

"Zhere are plenty of ozher fish een zhe ocean eef you like fish," he said to himself. "Personally I prefer girls. Call eet a weakness." Then up the hill he went humming a tune to himself.

Penelope looked over her shoulder to see him and hear him faintly singing; "Darling, can't you hear me asking?"

Penelope stood still feeling upset. She turned around to face him. When he came up he stood in front of her with his arms crossed over his chest. He stared her down.

"What now?" she asked. She felt like a little naïve child was following her wanting to see if she had some candy to give him.

"What now what?" he said smartly. She broke into a run up the hill she almost felt a desire to jump into the water and swim away. Pepe was hot on her heels and came to her side.

"You're not going to jump are you?" he asked concerned. Penelope suddenly turned sharply because the edge was right there and she ran down the other side. Pepe, however, fell over the edge and calmly went down. The hill was actually not that high. Thankfully he didn't hit any of the rocks below. Penelope didn't know he had taken a tumble over the side scampered down the side and jumped onto the stones to hide from him. She leaned against the side of a flat one that was like a floor and wall, but there was hole through it which was like a window. She panted and her legs hung over the side.

"Darling!" she heard Pepe. He broke through the still curtain of the water and leaped onto the rock with his hands heaving him up from his grip on the edge. He kneeled at her side, but even on his knees he was taller than her. He saw her panting.

"Are you alright?" he lightly and daringly kissed her cheek to which she squirmed.

"Yes," she said coughing from his scent that was still strong while he was wet.

"You look pale," he said softly. "Do not move, I'll get you a glass of water." With that he kissed her cheek again quickly and jumped back in splashing her. She stood still stunned and stood up to move away. Then suddenly Pepe's head back up.

"I just realized I may have to swim to shore to get your water," he said. "Can you wait zhat long to be refreshed?"

Penelope was already stumbling the way she came.

"Never underestimate zhe recuperating powers of a woman," he said to himself. He ducked back down to swim some more. He felt too hot that day as it was, but laundry can be crick in the neck when you're a bachelor. So he had put on black jeans and a matching light jack which he now regretted, but he thought it would get cooler along the coast. It apparently didn't. He felt the water seep into his high tops, through his only clean white socks. It felt good, but it would get heavy after a while. He swam easily along under water, but his tail stuck out like a sail in the water. Penelope noticed that and didn't know what to think. It was the weirdest sight she had seen so far in her young life. If he had been swimming any faster it might have hit acceleration.

Penelope continued to hop along the rocks. Finally, she found solid land that she could hop onto easily. Pepe waded out of the water and shook himself. Beads of water flew off from his hair and his tail. His white shirt clung to him. He felt heavy after his long swim. How long he had followed Penelope to catch her in case she fell in the water he wasn't to certain.

Penelope frowned at him. She walked briskly. Pepe couldn't find himself able to move.

"Oh!" he heard Penelope's frustrated voice moan. She was far from the beach she had been on. She was along a rocky cove and she didn't know how to get back.

"Do you need some-" began Pepe.

"No!" said Penelope. She crawled up rock to see around the corner of where she had come from. Pepe managed to go towards her. He crawled up the best he could and as she stood up he stood behind her. She turned fast and Pepe backed behind her to give her space. Penelope leaned back to look up the hills which later became cliffs and felt perplexed. She stepping back a little causing Pepe to balance on the edge. She suddenly felt his against her. Her heart ran fast. Her head went back into his shoulders. Pepe eyes went wide as he felt her against put his arms forward as if to barricade her as they fell. It was a rush of feelings; feelings of confusion and amazement of Penelope's figure facing him. Then so quickly they felt weightless as they went over the edge. Penelope felt the water close over her and she heaved herself back up and gasped. Her skirt floating away from her legs made her embarrassed. Pepe was probably underwater looking up her dress. He wasn't. He was up right behind her, but he could feel the softness of her skirt brush against his legs.

They were still for a moment and then half with sarcasm and heart Pepe spoke.

"Eef I was a captain of a ship, you would be my first mate."

"M-m-m-mate?" asked Penelope in fear. She was thinking of another type of mate.

"Zhen I would tell you what to do instead of watching you make mistakes," he said.

Penelope gazed back up the cliff. She didn't feel hot, but not she felt nervous. How would she get back? She felt a wet hand on her half-bare shoulder since the dress straps where not very wide. Pepe's left hand lightly squeezed it.

"You'll get back," he said gently. "I'm sure even your mom would understand."

"She will not," said Penelope handing her head down. She felt Pepe's hand leave her and heard it splash back in the water. She suddenly felt his cool lips at her cheek for the third time that day as they kissed her sweetly. If she slapped him in the face, he could handle it. His past romances had done that to him before.

He swam around her to avoid the awkwardness. Penelope felt one of her shoes slip off her foot. Her right shoe started plunging down. Then Pepe dove under. Penelope stood still, moving her arms around to keep her head out of the water. Then after at least a minute, Pepe shot back up in front of her. He held the shoe by the heel.

"Yours?" he inquired smiling. Penelope smiled a little back and took it from his hand.

"Thank you for diving under," she said. She reached for her other shoe to take it off so she wouldn't loose it.

"Eef you're a skunk you learn to hold your breath for a long time," he said reassuringly.

Penelope nodded and started swimming toward the cove. Pepe stayed out. He watched Penelope wade onto the cove and slip back on her shoes. Her soaked dress clung to her, hugging every curve, feature and design. How could he look at her and feel something growing between them? Could he be in love after all? How in the whole wide world could he think that the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was not his own species? She was a cat after all, but she was so beautiful. To those entire questions he felt that the answer was yes. He ran his bangs back with the same hand he had touched her shoulder with hoping to see her again and maybe try to kiss her. Those kisses on the cheek made him yearn to get closer to feel her lips against his. If he could only kiss that lovely shaped mouth and delicate lips just once…