I do not own Pepe or Penelope
I have too many of these ideas, but if I get them written out I'll have more room for the big stories. Set in first few weeks of marriage. I'd say second week since Penelope and Pepe have been affectionate enough as of now in the first week.
Chapter Twelve
Under the Coolness
She rested on top of him. Her husband nuzzled her face. She smiled. Her lips felt numb from kissing.
A few minutes ago she was looking at the soft sky turning bright from the evening as the sun settled down. Pepe lay at her side from contentment. The shade of the trees at the park kept everything cool since the day had been a little warmer. Then, she had turned to her side to lie next to him on the cool ground. He pulled her close. She kissed him, short and sweet. Pepe pulled her back in to kiss her, this one longer and deeper. Penelope inched onto him to have his arms completely around her.
The embrace became deeper and stronger. Penelope suddenly felt nervous. Being in a public place who knew would watch them. She sat upright, her knees on each side of his chest. She looked around. It was quiet. She saw a few people in a distance on benches minding their own business. None of them noticed her and Pepe. Relieved from what she saw she sighed.
Then she felt warmth rest on her hip. Pepe's hand had rested on her side and then slowly ran down to the curve of her knee to her calf. Penelope felt the cold once he had stopped. She leaned down to his face as he lifted his head up to her. They met halfway and their lips touched. Then locked.
Pepe grabbed hold of her jacket collar to yank her down with him. Penelope felt grateful that her family had no clue where she was, who she was with or what she had done. To them, she had done the most shocking: she had married someone her parents had never met, she had married a skunk, (and though it was still too early to say, she was expecting.)
Penelope felt so happy she kissed him harder and then kissed his neck. As she did so Pepe could only gaze into the dimmed skyline. Every trouble he had had before Penelope no longer existed. He felt so happy and at ease it seemed like nothing could go wrong. Then he recalled how late it was getting and that certain things happened at the park around that time that Penelope did not need to see.
"Come on," he said suddenly. It was the first time he had said anything in the past minutes. He heaved Penelope off as if she was weightless.
"What?" she asked. She seemed disappointed that the close moment between the two had been stopped.
"Let's go home," said Pepe. He grasped her hand and led her out of the park. "You don't need to see what some people do at night zhere."
"Bad things?" asked Penelope having an idea what he was implying.
"Oui," he answered.
"Alright," she said. Now noticing that they were a good distance away and on the streets she held on tightly to his hand and walked close at his side. She felt safe. Not just safe, she felt loved and that was what she had needed all her life. She would never foget that sweet moment of her and Pepe as they kissed under the cool shade.