I do not own Pepe or Penelope

Get these short stories out of my head! Whenever I try doing something else with my stories I go off on a bunny trail! I hate the idea of losing a good story though! This was a goofy idea I got from seeing a whipped cream commercial. Don't you love it when you have the can and spray a whole mouthful of milky, sugary goodness!

Whipped in Love

Both of them were a ridiculous sight. Both of them on the couch, lips locked into the others. Their hands were smeared with white from whipped cream. She still wasn't sure how it had happened, but perhaps it had started when she and Pepe were having desert one evening. She had gotten a spray can of whipped cream and because she had never seen such a fun contraption in her childhood compared to her husband who had, she was spraying the soft white cream on her pastry.

"You know, zhat eet already has cream eenside." Said Pepe.

"I know," she said smiling as she examined in awe over the tiny mountain on her éclair. She brushed a bit off onto her finger to taste it. It was actually better than the cream she would be in those tea cakes specially baked for occasions back in her childhood.

"Just don't put any on mine," said Pepe. Penelope had gone for seconds of the cream and playfully grabbed hold of his jaw line to look into his eyes. She smeared her second helping that was on her finger against his chin.

"I won't," she said and nuzzled his nose against hers. Pepe locked lips with her, but kept his eyes open as one tricky hand reached for the can to spray her free hand as a surprise. Penelope's eyes opened to see him nearly bending the nozzle to spray. He got her! Her left hand was partially covered with the cream. She gently slapped it on his hand. He quickly rubbed it onto her mouth. Penelope had ripped the can out of his hands and sprayed a mouthful for herself and ran.

"Pen!" yelled Pepe from disgust. "Pen, zhat's just wrong!" He ran after her, but the house was small for the two of them. Penelope led him to the backside of the couch and leaned back with the can in her extended out arm. Pepe only leaned over her which made her compress down. She fell onto the other side her knees grasping on for dear life on the edge and her head near the floor. She lifted her head up the best she could.

Pepe easily crawled on top of her with his knees meeting hers and faces just inches apart. Penelope surrendered her defeat and found the cream melting in her mouth and a little bit on her lips. Pepe kissed her with his tongue gently licking what was on her lips.

"Was that your desert?" asked Penelope lacing on arm around his neck.

Pepe laced his smeared hand into her smeared hand.

"You're always a desert because you're so sweet." He said before kissing her again.