This is a different take on Liam and Carla's first kiss. All the stories leading up to this are the same... i.e Leanne being a prostitute, Paul being killed in the crash with Leanne. Liam and Carla working together at the factory. Please review, and read my other stories. Hope you enjoy it.

P.S I am thinking of only doing this chapter and then chapter 2, but i'll see how it goes / pans out / reviewed

I have rated it T for now, however this might change in chapter 2. Chapter 1 does contain some swearing, and suggestive sexual references, however they are more innuendos, I would say.

His head hit the wall. It hit it again. He repeated hitting his head against the wall, like that was going to magically rid the thoughts from his mind, or magically give him a solution to his problems.

Thump Thump Thump.

"Hello, erm sorry to bother you Mr Connor, but can I take an early lunch? I'm having a bit of trouble with Chesney at home and I just want to clear up some stuff with him" Fizzed asked hopefully

"Fizpop, you go. Do what you need to do" he replied, still banging his head against the wall

Thump Thump Thump

"Thanks Mr Connor" she said, wondering if she should ask what was bothering him, or just leave and mind her own business. "Erm, are you OK Mr Connor? What you're doing is sure going to induce a headache"

"I'm fine Fiz. Sister in law related problems, you go for your lunch" he replied as Fizz nodded, feeling slightly confused. She turned her back and walked out of the factory office.

Thump Thump Thump

"Oh wind ya' neck in will ya'?" shouted Carla with that strong 'from-the-estate' accent. "You have to be kiddin' me that you're still thinking of all this Paul stuff? Let it go kid."

"Carla, he was my brother. I owe it to him"

"Liam, you don't owe 'im anything, and I sure as 'ell bloody don't. It's up to me who I see and who I don't see. He's gone, I'm not going to behave like a nun for the rest of my life am I?" Carla answered, slightly annoyed that Liam was still going on about her for getting into new relationships.

"Oh so you DID sleep with him?" Liam raised an eyebrow as he asked cockily, but worryingly.

"Never you mind if I did or not. It's up to me who I jump to bed with and who I don't. Tony's a good guy, and I don't even want anything serious at the moment"

"See. There. You said it. JUMP TO BED WITH. JUMP TO BED WITH? In loving memory of Paul eh Carla? You always were a filthy little slut" Liam's anger showed as his fists clenched and his eyes darted at Carla.

Carla's hand rose and she slapped him hard across his cheek. "Don't you ever disrespect me like that again. Do ya' hear me? Ever!" and with that note, she stormed off.

Liam watched her walk away, her hips swinging, her perfectly round ass moving from side to side. Her hair flowing and her heels making their trademark noise on the factory floor. He wanted to protect this woman, not push her away.

Carla didn't return to the factory that day, and Liam could not go back to his house without seeing her and talking to her. He couldn't face sleeping when he had said those horrible things, so he needed to sort it. He had already had a few pints at the Rovers, it was 6pm, and he caught a cab to Carla's flat.

Liam arrived at the flat and rang the buzzer.

"It's Liam. Buzz me up"

Carla buzzed him up without answering him. She was used to his mood swings by now. She had also been drinking, and had gone through half a bottle of wine, so felt a bit merry.

Liam knocked on the flat door as Carla opened it slowly and peered her head around the corner of the door, not inviting him in.

"You going to let me in?" Liam asked

"I won't take you calling me names in my own flat alright?" she replied

Liam nodded and Carla opened the door, jokingly straightening and lifting her arm as if to say "come in then", before locking the door behind her.

Liam didn't proceed into the living area, he just stood in the space between the front door and her kitchen. He sighed "I'm sorry about today. But, y'know, you shouldn't be seeing Tony"

"Don't Liam" Carla began

"It's not what you want"

"'Ow the 'ell do you know what I want eh?"

"It's a rebound. You have no feelings for him. Don't degrade yourself..."

"Fuck Off"

"Carla..." Liam looked at her sympathetically

"What?" she screamed. "Let me move on Liam"

"Don't disrespect Paul by sleeping with someone you don't care about."

"How can you even say that? Paul was cheating on me. CHEATING ON ME. He went with prostitutes left, right and centre. He had no respect for me, and you think I should respect him now, just cause he's dead? Well I'm sorry Liam but am I hell going to do that, that sick bastard hurt me so much, and I'm not going to spend the rest of my life…"

"…SHUT UP CARLA, just shut the hell up!" Liam said before pushing her up against the wall outside her bathroom and kissing her passionately. His hands reaching towards her face, his fingers stroking her cheeks.

At first she was so shocked, her eyes widened, and her lips froze. She didn't respond to the kiss… couldn't respond to the kiss. A few seconds passed and she slowly eased into the kiss, passionately kissing him back. She used her tongue to tease his tongue. Their kissed deepened even more. Their breathing became quicker, and their desire for one another was so strong.

Carla wrapped her arms around Liam's neck, as they both proceeded to kiss passionately. Liam used his muscled arms on her hips to lift her tiny frame up. She giggled as she remembered a similar scene from her favourite film, dirty dancing. She wrapped her legs around him, her head fell back and he kissed her neck and chest as he walked her over to the kitchen. He placed her on the kitchen top, and they both slowly pulled away from their kiss.

"What did we just do?" she asked

"Are you complaining?" he responded

"Yes. No. I don't know. It felt so wrong yet so right" she answered, slightly flustered.

Liam let go of Carla's waist and stroked the top of her thigh with his index finger. "I feel the same, but I sure as hell like the idea better than our fighting before. Bottle of your finest whisky?" he asked as he walked further into the kitchen and took out a full bottle of whisky from the liquor cabinet, and two whisky glasses from her expensive collection in the cupboard.

"Oh Leebugs, if alcohol is your idea of calming this situation down, you're oh so very wrong. Post drinking that bottle screams sex." She giggled playfully

"Who said anything about calming the situation down?" he winked at her

"Are you ready for me to drink you under the table kiddo" she replied as they both proceeded to her living area to start the night with THAT bottle of whisky.