I had this idea a few weeks ago – thanks to randomcc for encouraging me to write it at last.
After this story I'm having a break for a bit, as this is my 8th story in barely 8 weeks! Hopefully I'll be back before too long. I might still write occasionally if I have ideas (or requests!) or I might just save ideas up for the long months they'll be off-screen.
Michelle was beginning to realise that the third large of glass of wine had been a mistake, but she'd been having far too much fun. Still it was getting late now, and Carla obviously wasn't going to show up after all.
Wearily she made her excuses and left the Rovers, emerging unsteadily into the dark summer night. Regretting the high heels she'd chosen to wear, she stumbled along the cobbles, crossing the road carefully as she walked by the factory on her way home.
But as she passed the office, she paused, certain she'd just seen a glimpse of light through the blinds.
She looked at her watch. It was 11.15. Far too late for anyone to be working, even Carla. And as she edged closer, squinting through the blinds, she seemed to see a flickering quality to the light. Her heart lurched, realising it looked more like fire than electric light.
Her pulse raced as she pictured flames ripping through the empty factory, destroying the machines, all the stock. She picked up her phone, wondering if she should call Carla to check it out, but then she hesitated. Hadn't she suffered enough with that factory?
The easiest thing would be to check it out herself. The alcohol was probably just playing tricks on her eyes. Almost certainly it was just a light left on.
She opened the door, the rush of adrenaline sobering her up again quickly. The factory was dark, eerie at night. She shivered, determined to keep her nerve. But there was definitely a light in the office and she thought she could hear something too.
Fearing an intruder, she picked up a heavy file, and then walked towards the office door, opening it as softly as she could.
The reason for the flickering light was obvious as she saw the candles scattered around. The soft light made the atmosphere seem almost romantic. It was hardly recognisable as the place she spent her working days.
But it was the sounds that struck her immediately, making the blood rush to her face. The soft sighs, the rhythmic movement, the creaking of the desk were unmistakeable, and she realised, mortified, what she'd just walked in on.
She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the shock that made her step the wrong way, but she suddenly found herself inside the room. And looking over, she saw them, lying on the desk, their bodies intertwined, their naked skin glowing in the candlelight as they moved together.
They were blissfully unaware that anyone was there with them. Let alone her sister in law, and his ex.
There was no doubt what they were doing. And no doubt in Michelle's mind that she should back away immediately. Once she closed the door, she could quietly escape, and no-one would ever have to know what she'd seen.
So why was she still there? She found herself immobile, feet fixed to the floor as she watched them.
There will be more, but not til after the weekend as I'm away….